With the extreme decline of divine power, the range that Cyric can sense has become very small. But after all, it was once a powerful divine power, with an extremely large number of believers. Even in a remote place like the Black Forest, more than a dozen can be found.
People who pray to it.
These believers have not received a response from the 'Dark Sun' for many years, but tonight they are lucky. Cyric regained his consciousness, accepted prayers again, bestowed divine spells, and gave advice to believers.
In front of believers, the God of Murder is high, majestic, powerful, and extremely mysterious. Facing this moody god, everyone is trembling and maintaining the utmost humility and respect.
Zhou Qingfeng stayed close to Cyric like a curious baby, watching how it communicated with believers, how it gathered the power of faith, how it bestowed magical powers, gave guidance, and guided believers to implement their own will.
It's just that Uncle Zhou's level is too low, it's like someone who usually plays PC and suddenly encounters a supercomputer. Even though this supercomputer is dilapidated and has low capabilities, the details of its architecture, algorithm and connections are not something he can understand.
Uncle Zhou didn't understand it after looking at it for a long time. He just kept urging: "Cyric, ask your believers for something to eat. Let them offer some Holy Communion."
"Boy, shut up. Do you think I still need to eat like this?" Cyric was furious. It was just a skull now, so of course it didn't need to eat.
But Uncle Zhou put his hands on his waist and said, "Cyric, pay attention to your attitude. You are living in my place now. You are an uninvited tenant. It would be the greatest mercy if I don't drive you away. Please accept it.
Isn’t the rent very reasonable?”
Cyric has been a god for almost a thousand years, and no one has ever dared to talk to him like this.
Only Zhou Qingfeng could express such nonsense, and after finishing speaking, he was still urging him to get something to eat.
The God of Murder was so angry that he almost screamed. But he finally regained his consciousness and was really afraid of Zhou Qingfeng causing trouble, so he had to issue an oracle to his followers - get some Holy Communion.
Oracle, which believer dares to violate it?
‘Dark Sun’ finally responded to the believers, but even this request could not be met?
Even though there is currently a severe shortage of supplies in the Black Forest, the dozen or so believers are not just waiting around. They don't think much about why the God of Murder wants the Holy Communion, they only know that they must satisfy the needs of the 'Dark Sun'.
Most of Cyric's followers were of high status. So in the middle of the night, there was a commotion in more than a dozen human settlements in the Black Forest. The cooks who knew how to cook were pulled out of bed and forced to hurry up by the followers of the 'Dark Sun'
Order some exquisite communions.
"I said there's no need to waste time like this. Just get some bread, hot water or something." Zhou Qingfeng was still in a hurry to save the little girl who was hungry and cold, so he had no time to wait.
Cyric cursed angrily: "The god of murder, if a believer just gives me a piece of moldy bread and throws away two pieces of stinky dried meat, how can I show my power? I am shameless!"
One person and one god glared at each other, refusing to compromise.
In White Crow Village, a warrior monk got up in the middle of the night to pray to the gods. As a believer in the Dark Sun, he had not received a response from the God of Murder for many years.
Originally, tonight was just a routine matter, but I didn't expect that the mysterious 'Dark Sun' would actually respond, accepting the power of faith contributed by the monks, and bestowing several low-level divine spells.
This response made the monk ecstatic.
Note that in the world of swords and magic, monks are just a very unique adventure profession, they are not necessarily good people, and they have nothing to do with monks.
They can actually be regarded as ascetics. They cannot wear armor or use weapons. They can only wear gloves. Their attack and defense all rely on their hard-earned skills.
High-level monks move like wind and attack like lightning. Once they take action, they can deal continuous blows to their opponents. However, low-level monks are at a disadvantage in battle. They are worse than cannon fodder warriors and must rely on the gods given by the gods.
Techniques to strengthen oneself.
But Cyric has become a lunatic in recent years. He does not respond to the calls of believers, and is unable to bestow divine magic or give guidance. The power of the "Dark Sun" church suddenly declined significantly, and many people had to convert to other gods.
This monk also thought about changing his faith, but changing his faith would mean starting all over again. It is equivalent to changing the algorithm, database, and even the architecture of programming, which is really terrible. It is this hesitation that waits for a
'Miracle'.
Cyric is back.
Ahaha..., I will definitely glorify my Lord!
The lucky monk was dancing for joy. This time he received a lot of magic from the God of Murder, which was enough to increase his strength by more than 50%. After all, Cyric was too weak now, so he had to be more generous and win over him.
human heart.
Just as the prayer was over, Cyric made another oracle - get me something to eat.
No, get a communion.
This oracle made the monk jump to his feet - only the believers who are closest to the gods will receive the oracle.
This is equivalent to a summons from the gods!
It's so rare.
The monk's first reaction is that he must meet the requirements of the 'Dark Sun', and he must complete it no matter how difficult it is.
But what is the Holy Communion?
In order to hone their will and skills, warrior monks keep their living requirements to a minimum.
Other adventurers came to the Black Forest to make money, but this monk came to this barren and cold place to challenge himself. He didn't even have much money, and only had a few sticks of hard bread in his backpack, plus a pot of cold water.
water.
For a while, this was all the monk could get. He also felt that it would be too crude to offer this to the gods, but Cyric made another oracle - what you eat on a daily basis is the Holy Communion.
It's best to heat it up.
Marco heard two voices in his mind. One was majestic, imposing, and exerting great pressure; the other was frivolous, urging, and full of impatience. It was the latter who said he wanted to 'heat it up.'
Want some more heat?
Of course, it was so cold that the hard bread was as frozen as stone, and a few teeth would break if you chewed one bite. The water in the pot was also ice cold, and drinking it would cause diarrhea.
Marco quickly took out the best-preserved loaf of black bread and a jug of water from his backpack. As for heating it, he simply used his newly acquired 'pyrotechnic' and breathed fire from both hands to heat the bread and water until they were scalding hot.
degree.
As soon as all this was done, the bread and water placed on the table disappeared immediately. Only one sentence was left in the air..., "Well done, you are the first person to complete the Holy Communion, you deserve a reward."
"
The lucky monk was stunned on the spot and heard the majestic voice in his head gnashing his teeth and going crazy. He thought that if he did not do well, he would be punished by the moody 'Dark Sun', but he didn't want to...
...
Cyric was holding back his anger and had nowhere to vent. He had no choice but to reward the monk and give him some guidance on his practice. At the same time, he watched Zhou Qingfeng leave his divine domain with hot bread and a kettle - finally sending him away.