Beloved by the Gods (3)
A fleeting mont as if ti had stopped.
Between the gaps in her consciousness that rapidly accelerated and ascended, Amrita casually asked Lennok without anyone noticing.
I wasn’t saying wait or not.
A question that is close to being purely curious about Lennok’s intention.
A bizarre tone that seems to accept and agree with everything Lenok does as a result.
[But if this isn’t the end… … If there is still work to be done… … .]
Amrita’s eyes, which contained deep dizziness, soon beca blurred as if they were slowly closing.
[I am… … .]
“… … .”
At that mont, as if it had stopped, ti, which had been accelerating, was rapidly released.
Others’ movents quickly begin to return to normal.
At the mont Lennok paused at the sense of alienation, a telegraph transford into clear language resounded through the wriggling hairballs.
[Priestess Naidri… … .]
Amrita no longer looked at Lennok.
Soone with the sa voice as the person who had just spoken to Lennok, but with a completely different presence.
Sothing has changed.
As soon as he was convinced of the difference, Lennok slightly relaxed the hand holding the control code.
If what he had just said to Lennok ant sothing other than re persuasion or resistance, he had to confirm it here.
“Amrita.”
With a thrilled voice, Eisel slowly hugged the hair ball.
“It’s been a while. I missed you a lot.”
[This ti… … . It’s been a long ti. Is he well?]
Amrita asked again.
[Has the paradise we longed for finally co to earth?]
“… … .”
Izel didn’t answer. He just raised his face hardened like porcelain and shook his head quietly.
Amrita stared blankly at her face and nodded.
[I still have work to do.]
“… … I’m sorry.”
[I didn’t want the priestess to co this way… … .]
“This was the only way left for .”
Eisel smiled sadly.
“Will you do a favor considering the ti we spent together?”
[…] … .]
Amrita exhaled quietly.
After a while, he slowly nodded his head as if he had escaped from a long thought.
[I was always scolded for not listening.]
“… … .”
[But it’s the last ti… … . I don’t want to be scolded.]
“Whoa… … .”
The spirits of the apostles, who fell into madness and went mad, did not actually perish.
They are just following their god who swims in the open sea, constantly recalling and ruminating on that mory.
That is why, under the environnt of this altar, which began to be ford close to the open sea, even the spirit of Amrita, who had gone mad, was able to return to its original form.
In an environnt close to the open sea, maximize the power of the apostle and use Amrita’s existence to download the revelation on the spot.
A single trick devised by Izel Naidri, who had lost her power as a priestess, to do sothing similar once again.
All those fruits were about to blossom together in this place.
[Co down… … .]
Amrita closed her eyes.
Eisel asked.
“what?”
[I am looking at this place… … .]
“… … .”
[They are coming… … . I’ll be the conduit… … .]
Before Amrita could finish her words, the air around the altar turned upside down in an instant.
Whoaaaaaa!!!
An infinitely powerful presence fills the air of the altar.
You can’t see it, but it was definitely there.
Just by looking at this place, the overwhelming presence fills the space and makes it look like it will explode.
Just by projecting will through Amrita, a haze that seed to distort space and distort the tiline gnawed everywhere.
“Damn it… … !!”
So of the orthodontists stumble and sit down, unable to withstand the pressure.
So of the high priests with excellent spirituality collapsed on the spot while biting on bubbles.
However, the gazes that filled all directions, hovering over the altar, did not care at all.
Without any thought or direction, it just hovers overhead, inflates its size, and endlessly suppresses the lives around it with its presence.
look up
The eyes of the overwhelming and one-sided beings are now heading towards this place, so that even Lennok cannot guess its potential.
Izel Naidri succeeded in concentrating the will of so of the ends floating in the open sea to this place for a mont, using the presence of Amrita as a dium.
“ruler… … !!! Ego… … !!”
Easel, who stumbled on the edge of the altar, spread her arms wide.
She didn’t even pay attention to the fact that her skin, which had beco hard and white, cracked and crumbled and fell off.
“Look at … … !! I, who can receive all of your will and gaze… … !!”
Even with the eyes of the end in front of him, Izell’s attitude was awe-inspiring.
Having made many suitable people into apostles, she knew that she was more interested in arrogant self-confidence than holding up to the end.
“Choose !! I will receive your strength and set my will right on this land… … !!”
Izel let out a loud roar, not even paying attention to the fact that the skin on his face was cracking and cracking.
“I will receive the revelation right here and beco an apostle who manifests itself!!”
They are reborn as apostles who receive revelation.
It was only after hearing that that Lennok was convinced that Izel had planned all of this for this one mont.
The only way for her to regain her power of revelation after losing her power as a priestess.
It was that Izel Nydri himself was chosen as the incarnation of the end and was reborn as an apostle.
In the sea of understanding, an environnt similar to the open sea is created, and the will of the end is summoned through the dium of Amrita’s existence.
It doesn’t matter who’s will among the foreign dia watching this place.
If only the will manifested in this body for a mont, Izel’s body would be completely reborn as an apostle and regain the power of revelation.
If the experience of hearing the revelation as a priestess and the power of an apostle are combined, you can hear the will of the end again.
I didn’t even think about the possibility that Izel would turn away from her.
Among the end of the open sea, there are not a few people who are interested in this world.
To them, Izell’s ability to summon them without the power of a priestess would feel like an extraordinary aptitude.
Beings who are fully prepared to beco vessels that can call themselves up and attract attention.
It was only a matter of whether or not the situation could be created, and Izel was convinced that it was not even necessary to discuss the success or failure of the work after the board was laid.
This is possible because she has empirically understood the existence of foreign gods by guiding suitable people to beco apostles for a long ti.
As if to prove Izel’s confidence, the eyes that had been swirling on the altar began to circle around him one by one.
wow… … !!
[…] … .]
[… … .]
[… … .]
Passing by my ears like a whisper, a cross of unknown thoughts.
Izel couldn’t understand what it ant, but she waited.
All of the other agents, corrections technicians, and high priests were witnessing the mont without even breathing properly.
Ritual of Apostle selection.
From the mont Izel himself invoked the will of the foreign press using the power of the priestess, the ceremony itself was already a success.
All that remains is for them to be chosen by the will of the end as a ‘vessel’ standing here.
Izel herself, who perford the ritual, was the first to step forward, but after her turn was over, the agents followed.
It is not enough to complete and reach the hierarchy with the power of the main body, and to contribute to the doctrine as an incarnation, a vessel of fanaticism.
Even the geniuses who have devoted their lives and souls in each branch of the church for this mont could not hide their tension.
It doesn’t matter even if you don’t achieve your goals and get consud by madness like that Amrita.
If only we could use the church’s special force to help us on our way to paradise. At the end, if they could beco one with the gods they worship and swim in the open sea forever.
Rather, he was standing here with such a nervous and earnest look because he had longed for and yearned for it.
“please… … .”
A quiet whisper among the agents.
Lennok quietly shook his head as he watched the followers right next to him.
Because I felt how aningless their hopes and desires were.
It is vaguely felt. I can understand.
This was not a ritual made for easel or agents.
The will that is now driving over their heads just appeared here for a completely different reason than the church wanted.
Lennok had an intuition, so instead of using the control code to ruin the ceremony, he still stayed and watched everything.
Perhaps, from the beginning, the significance of this ceremony was not to select an apostle—
gooooh… … .!!
The myriad gazes that wrapped around the easel turned into a faint light as they rotated around her body and began to project sothing.
The gaze and will change to vivid colors. Along with dyeing the space itself with one’s own will, ti and space are altered and a different light is shed.
The physical law of the place where the will is manifested works in a different way from reality, and the law of reflecting and projecting light is completely changed.
So of the ends of the open sea, which simply sent their gaze and will to this place, began to reveal their identities in earnest.
The essence of chaos was so overwhelming that even Lennok hesitated at the sight of it for a mont.
If there was a life that was born as a nest of all living disorder and chaos, would it look like that?
Surprising exclamations of exclamation broke out even among the believers who watched the scene without moving.
“Unbelievable… … .”
“It is the spirituality of the pantheon… … .”
“The gods, the gods of the sea, have co down… … .”
The presence that filled the area around the altar made Amrita’s huge hairballs distort and her skin burst.
[Kiik… … .!!]
The appearance of Amrita covered in blood as she let out a painful moan.
However, Izel did not even look back at Amrita and stared at the color of the foreign press that appeared here with a face as if possessed.
With an expression of ecstasy, he faces the colors and brilliance that hangs over him like countless aurora curtains.
Fragnts of will bursting out from all sides hit her body vigorously, but the pain was nothing compared to the cheers she felt now.
“at las… … !!”
Spread your arms and get down on your knees.
All preparations for accepting God’s will into this body have been completed.
The mont when Izel closed his eyes, surrendered everything to the strong flow of will that passed through him, and was about to be reborn as an apostle.
[…] … No.]
The spiritual bodies that had been silently looking down at Easel all turned their heads in one direction.
[Not you.]
Not an easel, but a gigantic prison under the altar.
Heading towards a wizard who looked up blankly in this direction while being chained inside.
Saaaa… … .
All the will surrounding Izel’s body escapes like grains of sand and disappears.
Not an altar, but a mighty torrent of will that swirls around Lennok’s cage.
There was no will, no gaze, no grace directed towards Izel Naidri, who stood behind him.
Ignoring the dazed expression of Easel, the wills surrounding Lennok’s body began to dance against the huge night sky.
“… … .”
“this… … .”
A chilly silence passed.
Everyone forgot to even breathe in that incomprehensible landscape.
A majestic dance, in which the torrent of countless powers that had been pouring toward Izel just before was poured into only one magician like a lie.
The gods of the open sea chose not their archbishop, but a heretic who did not even belong to the Order.
Genius Magician Who Takes dicine Chapter 491
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