In the world of swords and magic, gods are not immortal.
The tides in the human world rise and fall, prosperity and mourning occur, and countless countries and nations are changing. The same is true for the gods who are above us. Every few hundred or thousands of years, the gods who hold different responsibilities also live and die, and they all change.
Specific to a certain god, it will also fluctuate during its long existence. For example, Bane, the god of bombs, has been killed and resurrected many times; while Cyric, the god of murder who likes conspiracy and conspiracy, is just a joke.
I like to commit suicide.
Cyric made a copy of "The Book of Cyril" with the original intention of harming others, but in the end he became an idiot and fell from the world of gods.
It wanders around the world in a muddle-headed manner, its spirit goes up and down, its powerful divine power is exhausted, and it has reached a very weak stage.
But the God of Murder's mentality of playing tricks will never change. It originally possessed a Bane believer as a prank, trying to cause trouble for the enemy secretly.
But because of Zhou Qingfeng's intervention, this follower of Bane was caught. Cyric, who had only a ray of spiritual will left, was unable to change this outcome. Naturally, he wanted to find the next object to possess.
Fortunately, Uncle Zhou appeared.
Compared with other adventurers who are brave and fierce and only know brute force, Zhou Qingfeng seems to be much more "interesting". Because the God of Murder was ridiculed by him, it stimulated memories and remembered who he was. So he simply possessed him.
.
Zhou Qingfeng was only a first-level thief at this moment, and he was too weak to resist this kind of possession. Cyric was originally confident that he would play with this mortal's soul and make him pay for his remarks that mocked the gods.
Then......
There is something wrong with this body. It can not go in and out. The thoughts in its head are also strange. It does not believe in God at all, and regards the gods as some kind of waste-like existence - the spirit will believe you for a day or two, as long as it doesn't work.
...
When the flower-growing people failed to pray for rain, they would often drag the dragon king out of the temple and beat him up. If it still doesn't rain after beating him, the dragon king would probably be of little use and lack any ability, so he would burn it.
When he understood Zhou Qingfeng's strange logic in dealing with gods, Cyric was extremely surprised and understood why he couldn't escape - this kid was truly a believer. His thoughts were completely independent and incompatible with this world of swords and magic.
What's even more unfortunate is that if this kid dies, the trapped Cyric will also die with him.
This is absolutely unacceptable.
The God of Murder has only one way to escape - to turn this boy into his own believer, create holes in his mind, and make him worship himself. Only then can he turn his back on the guest and take possession of this boy's body by force.
But this kid doesn't believe in God at all.
The God of Murder fell silent when he encountered a new problem. This was the first time in his existence for hundreds or thousands of years.
Zhou Qingfeng also fell silent.
If a fanatical believer is possessed by the god he believes in, he will definitely be happy, willing to sacrifice himself and feel that it is a supreme honor.
But Zhou Qingfeng is not a fanatic, he is not even a believer. No normal person likes to have another consciousness in his body, even if the other person is a god.
After being possessed, Zhou Qingfeng briefly experienced the process of fear, terror, and helplessness. But he quickly realized that he still had the final say in his own body, and that guy named Cyric could not control his own destiny.
"Victor."
A shout brought Zhou Qingfeng back from his wandering thoughts.
Todd waved his hand in front of Zhou Qingfeng and asked strangely: "What's wrong with you?"
The corpse on the rack was put down, and the gathered adventurers dispersed.
The deaths of Ben's followers only made the people in White Crow Village more stressed. But no one said anything. After all, accidents happened every day in the Black Forest, and everyone was used to facing sudden death.
"What's going to happen next for us?" Zhou Qingfeng asked, "Are you still going to Gray Mud Village to find someone for revenge?"
Todd sighed in annoyance. The cold wind and death outside made the drunken man sober. "The goblin plank road is blocked. The village's supplies can only last for a week. If the plank road cannot be reopened within a week, many people will starve to death."
No.
Whether it's for myself or for others, I have to do something. But it's getting dark now, and no one dares to wander in the black forest at night. So we set off to Stucco Village tomorrow, and now we're going to get some equipment, and then we'll
Get some sleep."
When entering Baiya Village, Todd was empty-handed, and Zhou Qingfeng was also empty-handed.
In order to deal with the current problem, the ranger Lucans opened his equipment library and allowed Todd to arm himself. Zhou Qingfeng could also take advantage and get a handy weapon.
The so-called equipment warehouse is just a locked wooden room with no windows. You have to light a torch to see clearly. When Zhou Qingfeng followed Todd in, he saw dozens of thick heavy weapons placed on rows of wooden shelves.
Great axe, great sword, heavy flail.
In order to deal with the terrifying monsters in the black forest, the humans living here are accustomed to using powerful weapons. Todd picked up a big ax and kept laughing happily.
But these things are not suitable for Zhou Qingfeng at all. Those axes can easily weigh more than ten or twenty kilograms, and only barbarians can wield them - the axes used by normal humans only weigh a few kilograms, otherwise just carrying them would tire a person to death.
In addition to heavy weapons, there were also some armors in the equipment arsenal. Todd chose a piece of thick cowhide armor, which was enough to cover most of his vital parts. However, this type of leather armor was also extremely heavy, so Zhou Qingfeng could only turn around and leave.
The rest of the items are mediocre. There is no sophisticated equipment suitable for thieves here, not even a weapon. No one will use a knife to fight monsters in close combat, which is no different from seeking death.
"Boy, you can't seem to find any suitable weapon." Cyric's voice came out again.
"Shut up, this has nothing to do with you." Zhou Qingfeng said in his heart, but he was really disappointed. Although having equipment may not make him stronger, it is a psychological comfort at least.
"If you are willing to pray to me and regard me as your Lord, I may be able to help you." Cyric laughed strangely, "There are many thieves among my followers, and I know very well what you need. As long as you are willing, I
We can even make a magical artifact for you."
Artifacts are hard to come by, and mastering them is every adventurer's dream.
But Zhou Qingfeng sneered, "A guy who has fallen so low that he needs to possess mortals to exist is telling me about a divine weapon?"
The nonsense in the 'Xirui Sutra' is like a needle. It pricks Xirex very sensitively. One sentence will make him furious, "Boy, you'd better see your current situation clearly. With your current strength, several
It can't even cope with the siege of goblins.
If you obey me, I can let you live. Otherwise, after the death of a faithless person like you, your soul will go to the underworld and be sealed on the Wall of the Faithless to endure hundreds of years of torture."
The soul is tortured, which is an extremely terrible thing for believers.
But Zhou Qingfeng didn't care. Everything Cyric said seemed like a joke. He finally found a gray stiletto sword from the corner of the equipment warehouse, and held it in his hand to weigh it a few times.
The stiletto sword is like an enlarged embroidery needle, about 60 to 70 centimeters long, very light, and has a simple guard. I don’t know how many years this thing has been thrown in the corner. The sword body is somewhat rusty and the scabbard is
There was no trace.
Just make do with it, it's better than nothing.
Zhou Qingfeng stretched out his hand and bent the slender sword body. It had good toughness and could still be used.
Discovering that Zhou Qingfeng actually chose such a tattered weapon, Cyric immediately mocked: "This thing is of no use in the Black Forest. It can't even kill a wolf. If you are willing to worship me, I can teach you how to give this weapon
Sword Enchantment.”
Enchanting is to add additional attributes, such as blood-stealing, tearing, toxins, and even more powerful elements, elemental damage, or other magical abilities.
But Zhou Qingfeng just refused, "Cyric, shut up. I won't believe even a single punctuation mark in what you say."
"But you're just going to fight with such a rubbish weapon?"
"Some things always have to be faced."
"You are too arrogant and don't know your own weakness and ignorance."
"I am very aware of my own weakness."
"But if you die, I will die too and fall completely."