I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early Chapter 1420 765: Godhood Ritual (Part 2)

The silhouettes were trembling with fear, as if they had lost the ability to think.

[Who are you all, really?!] Lu Yuan questioned loudly again.

The blood-red [God] at the forefront, standing about 10 ters tall, seed to have blood surging across its skin's surface. Lu Yuan seed to see veins spreading like a web...

Imagining these details in his mind, Lu Yuan felt his eyes were about to burst.

He hurriedly stopped his imagination.

The blood-red giant said: [Mortal, you have courage.]

[You can call us——[God].]

The voice seed sowhat amiable, without any inflection, even a bit casual.

But to Lu Yuan's ears, it was no less than a thunderclap.

It was a command, as if the whole world was pressing down on him!

His skin was beginning to crack, like countless ants were gnawing at his brain.

As long as he didn't speak the word "God," he would be directly tortured, and this psychological shadow might even affect his true form outside of the Pangu Continent!

The conceptual abilities of both sides were simply not on the sa level.

Lu Yuan didn't even know if his initiations had succeeded, while the other side's words imdiately beca law.

"[God]!"

The surrounding figures, under the tornt, involuntarily uttered a syllable, their bodies trembling, like lowly mortals invoking the omnipotent [God].

After speaking this syllable, the terrifying pressure completely disappeared.

Lu Yuan also followed with a shout: "God!"

Yet in his heart, he sneered.

Clearly, this was imposing a "shackle" on everyone's thoughts.

Once he truly acknowledged them as [God], this image would solidify directly.

"Damn it, these mortals fell for it... The Thought Steel Seal is being implanted into their minds."

"They might be conducting so so-called important ritual... Does the World Will want to break this ritual?"

Upon hearing these addresses, the blood-red giant grew even larger!

Originally only a hundred ters tall, it suddenly swelled to ten thousand ters, a hundred thousand ters, like towering Sky Pillars, standing tall enough to crush the entire world. In contrast, these white silhouettes, the tallest was only about three ters, were no different from ants.

[Mortals, you are all distinguished individuals of this world.]

[We are [God], the masters of the world.]

[Now we give you an opportunity to beco one of us.]

The largest blood-red silhouette was sparing with words.

Perhaps, verbosity did not conform to so of [God]'s rules.

Their side just gave the crowd a choice.

But with just three sentences, they changed the whole world's fortune.

Lu Yuan felt his body continuously plumting, his surroundings growing darker, with pairs of sinister eyes mocking him in the darkness, staring malevolently at him.

You, beco one of [God].

Or, die!!

Lu Yuan suddenly recalled a strange tale told by the Immortal Palace Strange People: At the epoch's end, incidents frequently occurred where so civilization leaders, Master Craftsn, died mysteriously.

The more outstanding the person, the greater the chance of mysteriously dying, with even the corpse disappearing.

But because it was the epoch's end, there was chaos, and not enough energy to investigate the matter, it ultimately led nowhere.

At this mont, recalling this story made Lu Yuan's facial muscles twitch uncontrollably.

"This summoning ritual... Is it the first ti, or the second?"

"Are there others in the world receiving such an invitation? How many chose to beco mbers of [God]? How many refused? Did all the refusers die?"

I, Lu Yuan, can surely withstand this pressure, with all the demons and ghosts, cow spirits and snakes, I've dealt with many monsters.

But can others bear it? What decisions will they make?

They... may succumb.

Even though constantly contemplating this possibility, having it suddenly beco reality sent a chill through Lu Yuan—forr allies becoming enemies, past friends turning against each other, it was the worst of circumstances.

"Traitors... Yes, there are traitors in the world!"

"Could so Peak Civilizations also be traitors?!"

No, what needs consideration now is how to face this!

[Who are you!! Are you the masterminds behind the Epoch Disaster?!!]

Lu Yuan roared out imdiately, even labeling them with the identity of [masterminds].

The surrounding crowd was in an uproar; the matter was too significant, gripping their hearts instantly.

So secretly admired him, for having the audacity to such an extent.

Facing [God], they didn't even dare to look up, yet he directly rebuked them.

The gun targets the leader, they worriedly pondered Lu Yuan's fate.

[Mortal, it seems you have no reverence, no veneration for gods.]

That voice remained calm, yet it echoed like a hell's lant in his mind: [But it is understandable, as every epoch's heroes resonate with pride.]

[Now, let ask you, who are you?]

[Where does your proud capital co from?]

In the next mont, a pale hand erged from the black asphalt-like liquid below, its cold, corpse-like fingers touching Lu Yuan's neck.

Just exerting force with those fingers would snap his neck instantly!

Lu Yuan endured the chill, with the Greedy Demon God as his battle prowess, and the protection of the World Will, he had nothing to fear, and shouted: [I am the Master Craftsman of the Ninth Epoch, creator of "Myth Industrialization," Lu Yuan!]

[What achievents have you made in this world that could compare to mine?]

Upon hearing this na, the surrounding white silhouettes were absolutely stunned, with so even showing fan-like fervor—if not for the chaotic environnt, they would have rushed to engage!!

Perhaps it was an illusion, but it seed the twelve [God]s' bodies had slightly reduced in size.

Lu Yuan took a step forward: [Since there are [Gods] in this world, why does it cycle through reincarnation, why repeat devastation?]

[What is there for to revere about you!]

[What is there worth joining?!]

His voice grew louder, spreading imnsely in this Conceptual World.

The cold wind blew by, flickering the flas within these [God]s' eye sockets.

Lu Yuan suddenly "sensed" that several [God]s hidden in the shadows made smiles; it was mocking ridicule. They encountered countless heroes and warriors throughout history, and history proved, they were the ones who laughed last.

So, you are Lu Yuan!

The pressure like mountain shifting ca rushing in, but Lu Yuan remained unmoved.

The blood-red giant [God], its eyes flickering with flas, calmly asked: [Lu Yuan, are you the creator of Myth Industrialization?]

Lu Yuan replied: [No, I am just one of the creators. Thousands upon thousands of all living beings created this new path!]

The counterpart said: [You, having rits, can beco a stronger god.]

Lu Yuan was jolted, this dialogue uncovered more clues.

He thought rapidly: "What does this an?"

"There is no 'Mind Reading Technique' as a Divine Skill in the world because 'thought' is involved in the core of Ideal Rules, so there's no way to detect that I am the Greedy Demon God..."

"But these [God]s want to select traitors, which is quite troubling."

"If the number of traitors grows significantly, even the strongest epoch will fall to internal strife."

"Can I... sabotage this selection ceremony?"

Cold sweat erged on his forehead, although Lu Yuan did not know what the cold sweat in the Conceptual World was, sothing indeed seeped from his forehead.

In terms of absolute combat power, he was no match for the twelve [God]s.