Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

Morrigan was dazzled by what she heard. Although there were a lot of words in Murphy's explanation that she didn't understand, she understood the overall meaning. The magic network can help gods communicate with believers to obtain more and higher quality. The power of faith!

This is indeed a major pain point for the gods. Communication with believers is indeed very easy to create deep believers or even fanatic believers. It has many benefits for enhancing one's own divine power. But gods also have their own lives and need to enjoy themselves. How can they have so much time and energy to listen to the trivialities of mortals?

And it is true that as Murphy said, granting miracles is too troublesome. Often a large amount of divine power is spent here, but only a handful of it falls on the believer, or even only a specious illusion can be created, which is extremely inefficient. The effect is extremely poor.

So much so that most gods are not willing to answer prayers, and they call it unpredictable.

But what if these troubles are solved?

The Magic Network can help wizards use magic by controlling magic power. Divine power is similar to it. Maybe the Magic Network can indeed do these things as it says?

If this is the case, the role of the magic net is more important than imagined!

But despite the excitement, the remaining vigilance still made the goddess question, "You are not a god, how can you understand these things so clearly and still do such a thing?"

Murphy frowned, as if something unpleasant had been mentioned, "The power of Christ God is not unreasonable. Although I was not successfully transformed by him, I still got a glimpse of some of his abilities."

Murphy made random nonsense and placed the source of the technology on the God of Christ. As mortal enemies, it was impossible for these gods to go to each other for verification.

Morrigan nodded, recognizing Murphy's answer.

Then she thought of another question, "What's the price? Such a powerful power cannot come without any price."

Murphy smiled, assuming that you are not completely dizzy, "Whether it is communicating with believers or granting miracles, it requires the divine power of the gods as the basis. Otherwise, the characteristic channel cannot be established, so some divine power is needed as support, but this It’s just a tree without roots that doesn’t last long.”

"The best way to use the magic network is to invest a part of your divinity into it. This part of your divinity is like the principal of doing business and will continuously bring high-yield returns to the gods."

…

In a green courtyard, Dagda, the King of Gods, took the wine glass handed by Goddess Morrigan and asked, "How is it?"

"He is not lying. The number of believers is increasing, the divine power is growing, and even the divinity has become more condensed. I am becoming more powerful than ever. Maybe... I will become more powerful than you soon."

The goddess smiled, but there was obvious provocation in her eyes.

Dagda laughed loudly, "What if one day you become the God King?"

After he finished speaking, he drank all the wine in the cup, "Since the magic net is so easy to use, let him build more quickly. Before Christ God left, those guys from the north came again. There are magic nets everywhere on this land. It’s an intruder, we must become stronger quickly.”

"Why, what worries do you have?"

The goddess nodded lightly and said in a hoarse voice: "We are not the only ones who can use the magic net. If others discover the secret of the magic net, they can also use it."

"Then kill everyone who knows the secret." Dagda said.

"But we still need those wizards to build more magic networks." Morrigan reminded.

"Then put them in captivity."

Morrigan nodded. This was also her original thought, "One more thing, that Merlin, I'm not sure about him. He created the magic network with his own hands. Maybe he left more arrangements in it, and , with him here, those wizards may not listen to us."

"Get rid of him!" Dagda said, "Isn't he teaching those wizards how to build the magic network? Once he teaches it, he will be useless. Kill him."

…

Murphy was sitting on a rock somewhere on the top of the mountain, with thirteen disciples standing in front of him.

"Remember, the magic network is your qualification for settling down, and knowledge is the foundation for your destiny."

"As long as you still have the technology to build the magic network, the gods can only win over you. They may imprison you, enslave you, and enslave you, but they will not kill you. Only by living can you talk about other things, and the magic network will Give you the right to live."

"But don't just live."

"Explore, learn, and train. I have taught you how to use the magic net. I have also retained enough knowledge in the magic net to master the techniques that the gods disdain to master, and to learn those techniques that the gods do not care about. Be patient in learning knowledge and then use it to strengthen yourself.”

"You cannot rely on external things for long. However, you can internalize it and make it your own strength."

"Finally, you have to get out of here."

"Don't stay in one place, spread out and go further and further away. If you need to seek refuge, don't just put your eggs in one basket. There are many gods in this land. If you only take refuge in one If you join one side, the remaining gods will regard you as a threat and enemy, but if you do not join any side, you may gain some freedom."

"Teacher, are you leaving?" a wizard asked.

"The magic network involves a lot. If I live for a day, the gods will have trouble sleeping and eating." Murphy smiled, "So I must die."

Without killing themselves, the creators of the magic net, how dare the gods put their life-threatening divinity into the magic net.

Only if he is dead will the trap look like a lump of honey.

After speaking, Murphy looked at one of the disciples and said, "Vivian, you can call them over."

The witch's face was full of fear, "No, teacher, I, I didn't..."

"I don't blame you. The power of the gods is too powerful, and people who are not strong-willed enough can easily succumb."

Now the wizards all realized that Vivian had betrayed the teacher. She knew that the gods wanted to kill the teacher, and even informed them of it.

"Vivian! You traitor!" the wizards angrily scolded the witch.

But Murphy looked calm, "In the future, there will be more betrayers among you. This is due to human nature. But don't be intimidated by the darkness of the road ahead, let alone give up hope for the light. Go ahead and take it with you. You followers, get out of here. They are coming."

"Teacher, I won't leave, I want to stay and help you!" A wizard shouted.

Murphy smiled and said, "Leave something useful to wait for the right time."

After speaking, he waved his hand, and space-distorted vortexes appeared beside everyone, wrapping them up respectively, and then teleported them away.

On the other side, Vivian suddenly hugged her head and let out a miserable howl, as if something was drilling into her mind.

After a while, her wailing stopped, and the witch stood up with bleeding eyes. Then, several huge auras gathered from everywhere, and something like a cauldron shrouded the sky, trapping Murphy. In the center.

The witch made Morrigan's voice, "Since you knew we were going to kill you, why didn't you run away?"

"Escape? Where to escape? When to escape? And why should you escape?"

Murphy smiled, "Although I am ready to die in battle, I never said I would be captured without mercy."

"Everyone, are you prepared to be buried with me?"