Twenty Sided Dice

Becoming a **** was definitely an improvement in the long run, but in the short term it caused Siegel a lot of trouble. (Pinyin of biqiwu) ()

In order to satisfy the master who had not shown up for a long time, the chefs of Myr City took great pains to prepare a sumptuous feast for him, one dish after another, dizzying. There are many delicacies that have never appeared in Myr City before. They are either from the Eastern Continent or Western delicacies from the fortress. It stands to reason that this will be a feast for the palate, especially for Siegel, who has been eating pixie biscuits and compressed dry food for a long time.

But it backfired. Before each dish was served, Siegel already knew what it was and how it tasted. If the loss of novelty is bearable, it can be frustrating to anticipate that you're full and actually feel full. Siegel needs to eat, but the body of the saint is not needed, and the magic **** is not necessary. So Siegel used the priesthood of prophecy to satisfy his own **** for the tongue, completely breaking his own interest.

The root of all this is that the method of ascending to God is too tricky. He can now fully invoke the power of the magic god, make rules and even create saints and empower priests if he wants to have magic **** priests. But Shenhuo was not completely integrated with him, but scattered among tens of thousands of clones. Together, these clones are magic gods, with the Celebrity Network playing a central and coordinating role. When Siegel took the initiative to order, everything would act according to his will, but when he was not actively using it, the fire would pop up from time to time.

Of course, as time goes by, the combination of Siegel and Shenhuo will become more and more closely, and in the end, it will not be necessary to rely on the clone and the Star God network to fully grasp it. So what he has to do now is to overcome this transition period, at least not to make any mistakes at this time.

"Thank you again for helping me achieve my goal. By eliminating Liel, the dragon man you saw, my safety is guaranteed, as are my family." The four of them greeted: "Do you have any wishes?"

"I hope to continue researching spells. Find a way to combine dwarven runes and magic." The dwarf's wish Siegel had already been fulfilled, so this was skipped. The half-dragon wants to become powerful and become the most powerful mage.

"Sorry, there's no way to do this, you have to work hard." Siegel looked at the dwarf Keke without waiting for the half-dragon man to say anything. "Do you have any idea?"

"Return to the Magic Academy to continue studying, and then go home." The dwarf cut the lamb chops in front of him. said.

"Then you live with me for a while, the Magic Academy will take a long time to open. Or I can send you home first. Then let the Magic Academy pick you up. Time is a magical rule, and it's different from different angles. explanation of."

Chanem frowned and looked at Siegel. Although the two had not known each other for a long time, Chanem still felt that Siegel had changed.

"You know what I want." Chanem resumed his serious expression and said to Siegel. "I want to pay as soon as possible, after all, I have other urgent things to do."

Siegel pointed to his head and said: "I have sorted out the information about the priesthood of prophecy here, and I have some things to tell you. The power of prophecy is absolutely accurate for things in the kingdom of God, the farther away it is from the kingdom of God. The more blurry. The power of the previous magic **** enveloped the Eastern Continent. So when the new continent appeared, there was a loophole in his power. You have to go to other worlds and pursue the power of the murdering god, where you can't count on the power of prophecy at all, There is also a possibility of conflict with the same priests and gods in that world. Why don't I give you the crystal ball of prophecy, so that you can directly steal the power of the prophecy god, or see through the long river of time, how about this?"

Chanem shook his head: "This is not what we said before. How I use it is my own business."

"But what I said was the best choice for you." Siegel narrowed his eyes.

"No. I'll stick to it," Chanem continued, ignoring the half-dragon man kicking him under the table.

Siegel suddenly felt irritated, and it made him uncomfortable to strip part of the fire and the priesthood from his body, but it was even more unacceptable that Chanem would not listen to his well-meaning advice. "I told you, it's all the truth, your holding the priesthood of prophecy is not as helpful to you as it is to hurt you. If it is in this world, that's all. You have to understand what is called the home field advantage and what is called the barrier of the crystal wall. What I told you is the secret of the gods, what else do you want?!"

"I want Siegel to keep his promise, he is..." Before Chanem could finish speaking, Siegel waved his hand and threw him out with teleportation. A snow-capped mountain full of cliffs is a great place to cool off, especially since its space is cut off by Siegel. There is no way down the mountain.

The dwarf wiped his mouth with a table cloth and squeezed out a burp with great strength: "I'm done eating, can you give me a room, or I can go to the hotel here."

The half-dragon and the gnome also put down their cutlery and nodded quickly.

Siegel knew he had gone too far, closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows, then gently waved them to leave. The banquet of entertaining guests suddenly turned into a solitary dinner, and the diners had no interest at all.

The duck, pig head and roast chicken in front of him seemed to want to say something, but it certainly wouldn't be congratulations on the birth of a new magic god. Those breads, salads and jams are nothing more than the remains of plants and animals, handcrafted in utensils. Vessels come from clay, people come from flesh, and flesh comes from...

"Get out!" Siegel pushed forward with both hands, and the living room, except for the table, chairs, and lampstand, disappeared in front of him. The servant who was carrying the next big dish panicked, threw the seafood chowder to the ground, and ran away.

Since Shenhuo has no owner for a long time, it cannot feel the changes of mind and thoughts, so it greedily amplifies any fluctuations from emotions. Perhaps now Siegel is a lot more cranky, impersonal and out of control. But he also knew in his heart that if Shenhuo was allowed to do this, and he kept trying to suppress it, the final result would not be neurotic, but would turn into a state of ancient well without waves, similar to a lich.

He knew his emotions would arise, self-injury was unavoidable, and now the only hope was not to hurt others. "Think about it three times before you say and do it, and look at the future." He kept telling himself this in his heart.

For the gods, time can easily pass by inadvertently, and Siegel sat alone in the dining room for more than two hours. When he came back to his senses, it was already dark outside. He smiled wryly, packed his clothes, and transported himself into the bedroom.

Janet was already asleep on the recliner, with a novel lying on the floor beside her, which seemed very boring, and it seemed like a dream in a few pages. With a cradle beside her, she and Siegel's little daughter closed their eyes serenely in their swaddling clothes. She doesn't have a name yet, only her mother calls her baby. Siegel was careful, walking lightly, not to wake the two sleepers.

This will be his last child - unless he uses his powers to create one, but that's hard to tell if it's a child or a saint. Siegel said goodbye to flesh and blood completely, and his current appearance is just a shell. Fortunately, he still has very obvious preferences, not to the extent that some gods have lost their gender.

Looking at his wife and children, he suddenly became enlightened. He understood what it means to cherish what he has lost, and what he cannot get is the best. It is not too difficult for him to lead his wife and children through this life in Heim, and even grant them eternal life. But the bodies filled with holy power will eventually lose their mortal nature, and one day their soul fire will be completely replaced by divine fire, and they will no longer be who they are now.

So does Siegel. It is not impossible to give up divine power and return to mortals, but it will take at least a thousand years. At first, he thought that as long as he eliminated Lier and there was no longer a threat, he could give up the fire of God and return to the mortal world like Lier. But he is different from the former magic **** who became a god. He needs to fuse all the clones and bring all the gods together before talking about giving up. His situation was different, and the job he got out of was many times more troublesome than Leel, so it would take hundreds or even a thousand years anyway.

Don't think about things that are so far away, maybe most of the human nature has been wiped out by then, and the remaining divinity is unwilling to give up the fire of God, everything is just a fantasy. It's like an undead transformation that can't be undone. Any gain comes with a price, let alone being a god.

Siegel moved his fingers, and Janet was transported to the bed~www.readwn.com~ The quilt covered her tulle-clad body. At this time, my daughter was probably hungry and woke up crying. Janet was about to wake up when she heard the cry, and was directly hypnotized by Siegel with a spell.

He squeezed out divine energy from his fingertips, mixed with pure water of creation, and slowly fed it to his daughter. It only takes a little, and the little guy is full, and his face is flushed. The energy contained in it was too great, and it was the first time that Siegel did it, and it broke her directly.

The magic **** hurriedly picked up the little guy, put it on his shoulders, and patted her lightly while combing her body with divine power. For Siegel, whether it is positive energy or negative energy, of course, including the four elements, now they are all ********. Those magical techniques that originally belonged to priests are now just his thoughts. Although there is still a lot to learn and a lot of skills to master, it's not too difficult to treat a baby.

The little guy gradually recovered, and finally sneezed at her dad twice and farted. Seeing her daughter's finally comfortable appearance, Siegel couldn't help laughing, then he kissed his daughter's forehead hard, and gently put her back. It was an irreplaceable joy, more intense to him than defeating Liel or learning some magic.

He would never allow himself to forget. (To be continued.)

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