Give Me the Name of God

This kid lied, he must have other ways. The path of the natal god is obviously much better than becoming a monster, and that is the real path to becoming a god.

"If I know who my natal God is, can I still be his believer?"

"No!" Kunta shook his head resolutely, "Those who betray Typhon will fall into the abyss of hell, and their soul and body will be reduced to dust."

"Is there a way to trick Typhon so that I don't become his believer for the time being?"

"You want to deceive the gods?" Kunta whispered, "Are you crazy? You will kill everyone in the valley!"

"Is there a way to trick the earl into not offering sacrifices to Typhon?"

"No one can fool the count! He is a believer of the hundred-eyed giant, and his eyes can see through all lies!"

Manda was silent for a long time, and decided to communicate with Kunta in another way.

"There must be another way, as long as you tell me, I will catch fish for you to eat."

"Who cares about your fish? I don't know how to catch it myself?" Kunta looked at Manda with contempt.

"As long as you are willing to tell me, I will take you to steal the lion girl's clothes, the most suitable ones."

"You are too nasty!" Kunta covered the quilt angrily, and stopped talking to Manda.

Having lived in the Jurassic for more than 80 years, Manda has long forgotten how to communicate with humans. It seems that he has no possibility of persuading Kunta.

I can always think of other ways to immortality, not necessarily relying on these monsters. Manda made up his mind to escape. In the next three days, he formulated more than a dozen escape plans, but he never had the courage to try.

At the mouth of the valley, there are people on duty in turn. As far as Manda knows, there are at least six posts. Everyone is much better than himself, and rushing is tantamount to death.

Manda stole a red underwear from the lion girl and gave it to Kunta. He wanted to ask about the location of the tunnel, but Kunta was unmoved, and told Sphinx that Manda was severely beaten.

On the eve of the sacrificial ceremony, Manda did not give up, and still flirted with Kunta. Kunta sighed and said, "Don't think about it, the count asked me to tell you the process of the sacrificial ceremony. After you remember it, you can sleep well." , after the sacrifice, you will have to suffer for a few days."

"Okay, I'll write it down." Manda picked up the pen and flipped through the parchment full of words, "I've run out of paper, give me two more."

"Why do you have to write it on paper? Just keep it in your heart!"

"I can only remember what is written on paper."

"I gave you thirty sheets of parchment, and you used up all of them. Do you know how expensive those papers are? What exactly did you write down?"

Kunta snatched Manda's note, and when he saw the words on it, Kunta was stunned.

"What's this?"

Manda can't write the words of this world, he writes simplified Chinese characters.

"What the hell is this?" Kunta asked again.

"This is an ancient text." Manda replied deeply.

"I know more than a dozen ancient characters, but I've never seen anything like this. It's a bit like ancient Erotica, but it's not that similar. It's just like a picture..."

"This is..." Manda took a deep breath, decided to find a simple reason, and perfunctory, "Forget it, I still can't tell you, the gods are still watching from the sky."

"Is this the language of the gods?" Kunta opened his mouth wide.

Manda whispered: "I can't tell you too much, everyone has their own mission."

Kunta covered his mouth, as if he knew something he shouldn't know.

You can't ask, you can't think, you can't speculate randomly, that is a taboo belonging to the gods.

He took two pieces of parchment for Manda, and described the sacrificial process in detail.

Manda remembered very seriously, he was making the last effort, trying to find loopholes in the sacrifice.

After blowing out the candle, Kunta got into bed, looked at the sleeping Manda beside him, and he smelled that strange breath again.

Who is he? Is what he said true? Are those pictures really the language of the gods? Could it be that he was favored by the gods?

Do you want to tell him that method? This would make him take great risks, and even put the entire valley in danger.

But if I didn't tell him, would I want to watch the god's favored one fall?

Kunta pulled his few hairs and fell into anxiety and contradiction.

After tossing and turning, Kunta finally sat up and woke up the sleeping Manda.

Manda also sat up, and looked at Kunta for a long time.

Kunta didn't dare to speak, the count had a hundred eyes, and he was patrolling every corner of the valley at any time. Although he couldn't hear Kunta's voice, he could see the shape of Kunta's lips.

After hesitating again and again, he got under the quilt, left one hand outside the quilt, and hooked his fingers at Manda.

Manda suddenly realized, no wonder the clothes of the sphinx could not seduce him, no wonder he was so passionate about himself, it turned out that he didn't like women.

Thinking of Kunta's face, Manda resisted a little, but still gritted his teeth and got into Kunta's bed.

"Are you ready?"

"Ready." Manda closed her eyes.

"I'll just say it once, you have to keep it in mind."

"Uh, it wasn't that first... You are quite sincere!" Manda felt relieved.

"This method is very dangerous. There are three possible outcomes for you. The first is the worst outcome. Typhon has discovered your intentions. He will probably kill you, or even kill everyone.

"The second result, Typhon didn't find out your intention, but your sacrifice will become incomplete, you will get some divine power after drinking his blood, but you won't get the way to become a demon god, and you won't get it Any skill, this means that you failed to enter the stage and became like me."

"Become exactly like you?" Manda frowned.

"Don't interrupt me, the third result is also the best result. Your prayer has been answered by the god of life, and he will protect you so that Typhon's blood cannot blend into your blood. Your blood is still pure, and Opportunity to become a believer in the natal god.

In order to be able to recite the name of your natal god, before the ceremony begins, you must ask the earl to calculate your natal god. "

"You said he wouldn't help me."

"So you have to find a way to beg him, as long as he is willing to speak out, you will be more than half successful..."

Holding the notes, Manda envisioned every detail of the ceremony and weighed the risks behind it.

Kunta blinked and comforted Manda: "Don't worry, I will pray to Typhon for you, even if he finds out, I think he will be able to forgive you."

"Bah, you bastard, you still dare to pray to Typhon? First think about whether Typhon will forgive you." Manda spat at Kunta.

"What is Erwuzi?"

"It's the traitor!"

"This is not betrayal. I am a believer of Typhon, but I still hide my own god in my heart. This is following the wishes of my heart. How can it be considered betrayal... I have taught you the method, how should you do it?" Repay me?"

"What do you want in return?"

"I want Horna's pale yellow dress..."

"The one that fits best?"

"Hmm!" Kunta nodded vigorously.

"So you don't like that underwear, tell me sooner! You shameless!" Manda spat at Kunta again.

...

At dawn the next day, the sacrificial ceremony began, and the earl brought all his subordinates, including Manda, to the temple.

The majestic temple built of marble is also built on the cliff. The temple is supported by thirty-two marble columns. Below the stone columns are statues of various gods, including the hydra Hydra, the two-headed dragon Chimera, and the snake hair. The three banshees, and the hundred-headed dragon Radon... Most of the stone statues of Manda cannot be named, and the stone statues of the Sphinx and the three-headed dog are also among them.

The earl's subordinates showed their unique skills. The monsters with wings flew directly to the temple, and those without wings climbed with their hands and feet. Kunta was like this, and his climbing method was very similar to that of monkeys. Many basilisks lack limbs, but their crawling skills are just as good.

Manda was lucky, he was carried to the temple by the Sphinx, and the journey was not boring at all.

"What never grows from birth?" the Sphinx began her question again.

"It's a stone statue, don't ask me any more questions, I'm in a bad mood."

"Why is it bad?"

Manda said: "I don't know what kind of monster Typhon will turn me into."

The lion girl sneered and said, "It doesn't matter anymore, you've fallen anyway."

Manda gritted her teeth: "It's worth becoming a monster if you can gain eternal life."

The lion girl sighed softly: "You are still too young, one day, you will regret your decision today."

I'm not young anymore, at least my soul is not younger than yours, you don't know what I'm worried about, Manda closed her eyes, recalling every entrustment of Kunta...

The Sphinx left Manda at the door and waited outside with the others.

Under the guidance of four beautiful priests, Manda entered the temple.

The son of Gaia, the mother of the earth, was born before the sun, the moon and the stars. He is older than Zeus. He has more than a hundred snake heads, is covered with feathers and a pair of wings. He breathes out the flames that will never go out. The majestic statue of Typhon Standing in the center of the temple.

The count was wearing a priest's robe, standing under the altar, looking at Manda with a smile.

Manda walked up to the earl, waiting for the god's choice.

"What else do you want to say?" asked the count.

"I... want to know my natal god." Manda looked at the earl and made the only request.

"Is it important?"

"Not important, but I'd love to know."

The count frowned, hesitated for a moment, and decided to meet Manda's request.

It went so smoothly, so smoothly that Manda almost screamed out, could it really be the manifestation of the god of life?

In fact, the Earl also wanted to know his bloodline. Although it was unreasonable to do so, the special aura about him made the Earl very curious.

"Stretch out your right hand."

Manda stretched out his right hand, and the Earl pierced his fingertips with a sharp knife, dipped in a little blood, and tasted it in his mouth.

Relying on the smell of blood, the count chanted a spell and started divination. After waiting for a long time, the count opened his eyes, but did not give an answer for a long time.