Give Me the Name of God

Pan walked up to Sandil and handed her Hephaestus's chisel.

Sandile was stunned: This is...

This is a very useful chisel that allows you to carve the deeds of Harumas as quickly as possible.

Sandile looked ashamed and said: I know I carved a little slowly, but this is not an easy task. You also know how dangerous it is on the rock wall...

I know, I know, it is indeed not that easy to remember the deeds of two gods at the same time.

Hearing this, every hair on Sanjila's body stood up.

Pan knew, which meant Hermes knew too.

How will they punish me? Will you throw me into the Tianhe River?

Pan Shen smiled and said: Don't be afraid. Father has no intention of punishing you. He has forgiven you. Take the chisel and go to the cliff. Be careful tonight. Father has no time to protect you. Don't always think about reaching Baiku. Well, let’s engrave the deeds of Harumas first.”

Hermes was very busy tonight. He called the god Pan and the yin and yang god Hermaphroditus to the temple to share the original power of scale transformation.

Among the main gods, Hermes' physical talent was not very good, and his two sons were even worse. Hermes fully considered this and decided to control the amount he ate every day.

He planned to eat two hundred pearls a day, and each of his two sons would eat a hundred pearls a day.

But when it was actually put into operation, I found that it was very difficult to implement the plan.

The original power determines the upper limit of a god's power. Especially in the heyday of the gods, the power of faith is inexhaustible. The original power is the biggest bottleneck limiting the power of the god.

The original power comes from blood, but blood cannot be changed, which means that no matter what means are used, one cannot increase his upper limit. The desire that is destined to be unfulfilled is a knot that every god cannot get rid of.

Now that there is a way to enhance the original power, who can maintain restraint?

Pan could not restrain himself and ate three thousand pearls.

Hermaphroditus, the yin-yang god, ate two thousand pills.

Hermes did not stop him. He indulged the greed of his followers, and naturally also indulged the greed of his children. Moreover, he himself did not resist the temptation and ate five thousand pills.

He felt the changes in his body, but his reaction was not as strong as his two sons. Pan's eyes were bloodshot, but he insisted that he had just experienced the change in power.

The yin and yang god Hermaphroditus has the most beautiful face in the world, but this face is now distorted, but he has repeatedly emphasized that he has not yet tasted the original power.

You are in pain, you are all in pain. Hermes had already seen their thoughts, but the two sons denied it.

Under the protection of the original power, I have long forgotten the feeling of pain.

There seems to be a little strength in the body. It's not even itchy, let alone painful.

Hermes summoned a cloud, and under the cover of the cloud, the golden skeleton scales and the mountains of faith pearls all disappeared.

Pan and Hermaphroditus were a little dissatisfied, but neither dared to speak.

Hermes stared at his two sons for a long time and came to some conclusions based on the current situation.

The personality determines the upper limit of the original power. If you swallow the original power that exceeds the upper limit, you will feel pain.

Hermaphroditus is a good example. His status is not high, he is only a fourth-level god, but his bloodline is not bad. He is the son of Hermes and Aphrodite. Bloodline determines It has the original power that He originally possessed, and his personality determines His upper limit. In other words, He is like a bottle with a small capacity. There is a lot of water in the bottle, leaving not much space. After eating, The original power corresponding to two thousand pearls has exceeded His limit.

Pan's situation is just the opposite. He is a sixth-level god with high status but poor blood. His mother is a nymph, which means that his original power will not be too much, just like a big The bottle was only less than half filled with water, and there was still a lot of space left. He just ate three thousand pills at one time, which made him temporarily unable to bear it.

But no matter how much pain they endured, they didn't want to stop, even Hermes didn't want to stop.

If Zeus were still here, I'm afraid even he wouldn't be able to resist this temptation, and even the gods on Mount Olympia wouldn't be able to resist this temptation.

No, there was a god who resisted. How did he do it?

An idea flashed through Hermes' mind, and Hermes gave an order to his two sons: Don't mention the balance to anyone. You each return to the temple and don't go out for three days to recuperate. Wait. If you have the conditions to continue devouring the original power, I will summon you again.

The two gods saluted and left, leaving Hermes alone in the temple, quietly pushing away the clouds.

The golden skeleton scale appeared in front of him again, and Hermes grabbed a handful of pearls and placed them on the tray.

How did he do it? Hermes was muttering to himself. When the balance stopped swinging, Hermes swallowed the generated original power.

…

After swallowing the remaining small ball of primal power, Manda fell into a coma for five days. When he woke up, he ate half of the goat.

This goat was not that big, but it still produced more than forty pounds of meat. By the end of the meal, Manda's belly was out of shape, but no one dared to stop him.

It would be nice if Huerna was here... Eudora rubbed her hands and tried to persuade Manda. Manda burped loudly and finally put down her fork.

After coming outside the wooden house and taking a breath of the cold air, Manda felt refreshed. He jumped up and flew into the air, scaring the dispatchers to the point where they knelt on the ground and prayed repeatedly.

Manda flew all the way south, he wanted to see if the tribe closest to Bayer Country was safe.

This tribe is more than three hundred miles away from the Boyuin tribe. In the past, Manda would have used the underworld to travel.

But he wanted to fly there today. Three hundred miles seemed a bit far, but Manda felt that he had endless power. If things went well, he might be able to arrive in less than half a day. By the way, he could also see the distribution of various tribes. .

Manda underestimated himself. His flying speed was much faster than that at the sixth level, and he did not need to consider the route and terrain during the flight. It only took him ten hours to reach the nearest destination to Bayer Country. Tribe, Wodea Tribe.

Each tribe in the Paiwu Shi Kingdom is named after a chief. Manda has met Chief Wadia. He is a loyal and kind-hearted old man who has very devout faith in Mengda Baikuga.

Manda thought that Mengda Baikuga's descent from the sky would bring a big surprise to Chief Wodia, but when he arrived above the tribe, he received a surprise first.

There were dozens of carriages parked in the tribe, with the flags of the Bayers on them.

There was a war? The Wodea tribe was occupied by the Byers?

Unlike this, the tribe was very peaceful, with no trace of fighting at all. Soldiers could be seen walking around the village, and smoke was still rising from the wooden houses and thatched houses.

Collaboration!

Manda smiled ferociously, but she didn't expect him to catch her.

He quickly lowered his flight altitude and landed quietly on the chief's roof under the cover of the sun and snow.

He wanted to hear what he had talked about with the Bayer people, and what method the Bayer people had used to bribe this kind old chief.

The atmosphere in the room was very warm. Chief Wadia was telling the Beir people his difficulties in fluent Ruasai: He suddenly appeared and said he was our god. The sentient people have never had a god, but uncle. That idiot Ewing believed in him so much. He captured our king, poured poison into our king, used witchcraft to confuse our king, and made him make terrible decisions. He made him do so many terrible things. ,

My people were called by him and forced to fight for him. My son died in the battle, and I didn't even dare to shed a tear.

Sir, we as sentries do not need gods or worshipers. We just want to live peacefully.

It seems that the old chief has been resentful of Baikuga for a long time, but there is almost no flaw in the humility and piety he showed towards Baikuga before. This old drama star's acting skills are really good.

A Bayer voice reached my ears, and it sounded like it was a young man: I knew that not all dispatchers were so stupid, and there were smart people like you. My father was very angry and very If you are so angry, the dispatchers will be destroyed this winter!

His father was very angry. It seemed that he was the son of a nobleman. What did he mean by winter? From Manda's point of view, it is winter all year round in the country of sentient beings.

The wrong decision made by the king has nothing to do with the kind Wadia tribe or my kind people. We will pay the taxes in full. I have also prepared generous gifts for Grand Duke Bayev. My loyalty to the Grand Duke and The respect has never changed.”

It turned out that this young man was the son of Grand Duke Bayev.

I know you haven't changed, but my father's anger will not be appeased by your little gift. You will have to pay at least double the tax, and the price of food will double again this year.

Food prices? Do the dispatched servants eat food? Manda didn't have this impression. Ever since he came to the country of sentient servants, he had eaten meat every day.

The chief's pleading voice came from the room: Sir, one cart of grain needs to be exchanged for twenty pieces of good leather. The price is really not low.

Do you feel you have been disadvantaged? Do you feel we have deceived you?

I don't dare, I don't dare, sir! Thirty skins per cart of grain, I can only give out so much.

Don't you understand what doubling up means? A load of grain has forty skins, and even one less one won't do.

My lord, my people are going to starve. I beg you, lord!

Don't be like this. You stand up first. Let me talk to my father. Thirty-eight skins for one cart of grain. This is the last tolerance I can give you.

Sir, we really can't come up with anything...

Don't touch me, get away! I said you are a smart person, how come you don't know what to do!

Manda couldn't help but be curious. She opened a skylight on the roof with her golden finger and shouted down: What kind of skin? Sheepskin or deerskin? How big is the car? How much grain is per car? Please tell me the price clearly. I’ll give you a review!”