Cthulhu Gonfalon Chapter 57:

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The promotion of the goddess of harvest this time to God is not only a great opportunity for him, but also a great danger.

Failed to entrust the gods, the great elders are naturally dissipated, and die so hard to die, and the goddess of harvest, zìjǐ, will also be hit hard. After all, the great elders have insufficient background, and the process of enshrining the gods depends entirely on his guidance, which is equivalent to two climbing , One person can't climb, it depends on another person to take it forward. Even if the person leading the way is a decathlon iron man, it will be very difficult.

If there is an accident at this time, for example, a landslide, a landslide, an earthquake, a beast attack, someone shot a black gun behind you... Now, qíngkuàng can be imagined.

Of course, there are no landslides, but there are many people who want to hide behind and shoot black guns.

For example, Your Majesty Mannis, the goddess of wealth.

Not long ago, when he learned that the Church of the Harvest Goddess was undergoing major renovations to the city of Rem, the holy emblems were hung everywhere, and all of them were opened, he guessed what the old opponent wanted to do. So since he got to know Sui Xiong, his power of action has increased day by day, and he immediately took action, and found some unseen characters through some unseen channels.

Naturally, dirty trades are indispensable in the middle. To be honest, Mannis really doesn’t want to contact those guys, but to deal with a true god, and a true **** of medium power, it’s not enough if the thugs are not strong enough. It is also impossible to be strong and not willing to work hard. His friends are either not strong enough, or they are unlikely to work hard to deal with a deity who is more or less kind, so they can only walk through crooked ways and find some help from someone whose grandma does not love his uncle, who does not love God and hate ghosts.

In order to win over those guys, He paid an amazing amount of money just by deposit. After the action is over, the balance will be settled, and the supernatural power spent before and after will probably also promote a follower of God.

But... Mannis thinks it's worth it!

If his plan can be implemented smoothly, then even if the goddess of harvest, Moritel, will be severely damaged, even if he does not fall, he may not be able to regain his vitality after a thousand years. In contrast, zìjǐ's career is currently on the rise, and he can fully afford the price.

It is actually cheap to kick the goddess of harvest from the ranks of his opponents with such a divine power consumption.

It’s just that it’s not easy to want yīqiē to go smoothly!

Thinking of those unreliable mercenaries, Manis couldn't help but sigh secretly.

In order to maintain the image of zìjǐ, He can’t find some notorious but powerful guys. He can only step back and look for those with a not bad reputation—that means they are either not strong enough, or The character is more cautious.

If you are not strong enough, you need to find a few more; if you have a cautious personality, you need to pay more. This greatly increases expenses and also greatly increases the risk of plan failure.

Although the "middleman" will definitely succeed with the reputation guarantee program of zìjǐ, and the past experience of cooperation has proved that this guy is indeed a gold broker, and he has a superb ability to play tricks, at least very reliable in terms of ability, But when he thought of the relationship between this guy and his allies, Mannis couldn't help but worry.

(I hope...nothing goes wrong...)

After a while, the morning sun finally rose.

When the flaming sun wheel appeared on the edge of the horizon, the old man on the holy emblem let out a wild roar and raised the glorious staff in his hand.

The surging power burst out from his body, like an erupting volcano.

Not only that, but this power is gradually changing its form, becoming stronger and purer, transforming unswervingly in the direction of divine power.

In the sky, the goddess of harvest has lowered more and more divine power, like a pair of strong arms, which is pulling his power transformation, and is constantly advancing in a certain direction.

At first glance, yīqiē looks very smooth.

But among the gods on the sidelines, including the **** of justice, Joel Gardman, at least two or three shook their heads and sighed.

They are all powerful divine powers, at the forefront of the Pantheon, and top of the gods.

The powerhouses who can come this far have far more visions than ordinary gods. Although at this moment the ceremonial ceremony seems to be proceeding smoothly, they have already seen a fatal flaw.

In their opinion, this time the ceremonial deity has failed.

The great elder of the Church of Harvest Goddess who has been a demigod for many years, after all, could not completely give up the path that zìjǐ has spent countless efforts on for a long time. At the end of the day, gǎnshòu reached the endless power of the Goddess of Harvest. He couldn't bear it. I remembered the way that zìjǐ used to live.

Perhaps he was thinking: If there is such power, can the path of zìjǐ work?

Or maybe he was thinking about something else...but it doesn't matter what he thinks, what matters is that at this moment, he is distracted.

At this crucial moment, he finally failed to be completely determined, not to be able to completely believe in the path that the Goddess of Harvest has painstakingly studied and considered for him.

Although the divine power is still falling continuously, although his power is constantly transforming, even though he seems to be slowly and firmly becoming a god.

But...in fact, yīqiē is over.

Jolgadman frowned, hesitated, and sent a message to the goddess of harvest, advising him not to waste his efforts, and to cut off the connection with the elder now, and to save zìjǐ If you suffer from it, you won't suffer too much.

But the goddess of harvest rejected his suggestion.

He can also feel that qíngkuàng is a little bit wrong, but facing qíngkuàng, which will be difficult without God’s help, if he fails, he feels that zìjǐ has no choice.

What if you fail completely? It is nothing more than returning to the natural **** system to cultivate in the main **** kingdom.

Is that very different from giving up now?

So, He has to hold on to the last moment! Perhaps, hold on a little longer, and hope will appear!

So instead of cutting off the connection with the Grand Elder, He strengthened it instead.

I saw the phantom of the kingdom of God in the sky becoming clearer, and the divine power that fell from the kingdom of God became more surging, almost like the Yangtze River, and gradually even the entire city of Rem was enveloped in it.

Seeing this scene, Morani can’t help but sigh: “It’s a veteran deity! I don’t usually show mountains and water, but at critical moments it’s true. It's... I'm a junior, there's no way to compare with Him!"

"It's almost there soon." Joel Gadman sighed and said, "After today, I am afraid that he is not as good as you."

"Huh?!" Morani was taken aback, his eyes rounded and a little dazed.

His family background is not strong, and he was beaten severely by the war gods last time. Because most of the income of the divine power is divided among the brothers to repair the body and the faith channel, he has not been able to complete it until now. Recovered.

The current He, in terms of divine power, is almost at the bottom of the medium divine power. Compared with the old medium divine power goddess of harvest, the gap is so desperate.

What is going to happen to make the goddess of harvest become inferior to him overnight?

Yorgardeman didn't explain immediately, but sighed deeply.

"Now, I just hope that Monitor will not play with fire and kill zìjǐ..."

"So serious?!" Sui Xiong, who had a bad relationship with the harvest goddess, was taken aback and asked in astonishment.

Yorgardeman gave a wry smile and nodded.

Sui Xiong pondered for a while and asked: "No one will pull him? Did you watch him fall into the pit?"

"I persuaded him, but he would not listen."

Sui Xiong suddenly realized that, shook his head, and persuaded: "God can't save people who want to die. He wants to die, so no one can blame others. Brother, don't care too much, there are so many in the world. It’s a dead guy. In the past, now and in the future, all the tricks will be played out. If you save them one by one, you will die from exhaustion or anger."

"I know." Jorgadman couldn't help but smile. "He gave up all the time. Of course, I don't have to try to pull him. I just watched a kind **** walk on his way to death, even I can't persuade, I always feel a little depressed!"

"You should think about the problem from a different angle." Viyer smiled, "The fool is dead, and the next successor may be a wise man."

Jol Gardman was taken aback, he turned to his side and opened his mouth for a few seconds, and finally laughed.

"You are right!"

So he finally put aside his worries and worries, changed his mind, and stopped worrying about the dead harvest goddess.

Of course, the goddess of harvest, zìjǐ, doesn’t know this, but he knows very well that qíngkuàng is getting worse and worse.

Zìjǐ's supernatural power is still abundant~IndoMTL.com~ It will be no problem to instill it in this way for a day or two, but the great elder qíngkuàng who can accept supernatural power begins to get worse.

Under the powerful divine power, his body has almost completed the transformation, almost completely transformed into a body composed of divine power. But his soul transformation process has stalled-his soul has almost completely transformed into the posture of a deity, but at the last moment, there is a little bit of life and death that can't be transformed, just like... using the example on earth , It’s like downloading a high-definition movie with dozens of gigabytes. Seeing that the download reaches 99.8%, it gets stuck at the end of 0.2. One card lasts for several days...

For this kind of qíngkuàng, the goddess of harvest is also helpless. At this moment, the consciousness of the great elder had fallen into a stagnation, as if asleep, relying entirely on his divine power to guide him to complete the final transformation. But his divine power has nothing to do with the last little soul that refuses to change, and can only wash it out again and again in vain, but it can't let it change even the slightest.

Once, twice, three times...

I don't know how many times it was washed, but the soul of the Great Elder suddenly collapsed after one washing, turning into countless spots of light.

The ceremony of entrusting the gods failed. (To be continued.)