69novels Chapter 154 Praying to the Goddess
Chapter 154 Praying to the Goddess
Chapter 154 Praying to the Goddess
Bill Draught was different from others from a young age.
I feel a natural affinity for any magical tool I come into contact with.
It's like having a natural affinity with many magical tools.
This led many people in the surrounding area to regard him as a monster.
You should know that people at that time believed that those who possessed special abilities were calamities.
His special abilities were naturally seen as a symbol of calamity.
Gradually, he came to believe it, feeling that he was a calamity that would bring misfortune to people.
It wasn't until later, during a church missionary activity, that he learned of the existence of the goddess.
After that, he went to church every day to pray for the goddess's forgiveness.
Over time, he naturally attracted the attention of church members.
After learning of his abilities, the believers immediately reported it to their superiors.
Soon, a church deacon arrived, and he naturally became an S-rank magical artifact user.
In the time that followed, he continued to hone his skills and wholeheartedly dedicated himself to fulfilling the church's mission.
He firmly believed that one day, the goddess would be moved by his perseverance, come to earth, and personally forgive his sins.
Although he didn't know where his sins came from, it was a belief he had held since childhood, which he subconsciously regarded as gospel.
Through repeated trials and the attribute bonuses from contracted magical tools, he also became a being surpassing S-rank.
To be among the top ten deacons in the church.
Even the church deacon who took him away could only watch his back from afar, unable to move forward.
The sense of accomplishment he gained from this experience was immense, and his ego gradually swelled.
However, unlike the red-robed deacon who was always smug, he preferred to vent his inner arrogance by defeating powerful opponents.
Unfortunately, his strength was too great, and there were not many people qualified to be his opponents.
Those who could become his opponents rarely resorted to violence; he would never use force if he could resolve the issue through other means.
This gradually diminished his sense of accomplishment, leaving him with only a little solace in the admiring gazes of the weak in the church.
Now, he has met someone who is qualified to be his opponent.
But he felt no joy at all; on the contrary, his heart was filled with fear.
The methods that the folly and calamity displayed filled him with immense fear.
No one knows what kind of attack they will encounter in the next second, or an attack they cannot resist.
The overwhelming power suffocated him, leaving him with no thought of resistance whatsoever.
His current demeanor is the complete opposite of his previous calm exterior but arrogant and disdainful self.
The more arrogant and accomplished they were before, the more fearful and frustrated they are now.
Especially his last words, which pushed his inner fear to the extreme.
If it weren't for his years of experience carrying out missions, he would probably be trembling and begging for mercy right now.
Some of the more outrageous ones could even make people laugh themselves to death at the spectacle of calamity.
Take a deep breath, suppress the fear in your heart, and slowly raise your eyes to look at the folly and calamity.
"You're playing tricks on us, aren't you? You're very powerful. Would you be interested in joining our church?"
The purpose of this statement is clear: to win them over in order to survive.
If winning them over doesn't work, then resort to the worst tactic: threats.
If neither of those works, then all one can do is pray to the goddess, hoping that she will intervene and bring about a miracle to quell the calamity of foolishness.
Of course, this is absurd. The goddess wouldn't lift a finger, and at that point, it would be no different from waiting to die.
As for the church's support...
Bill Draught didn't think the church would know what was happening here.
He could clearly sense that the surrounding space had long been sealed off, making it impossible to escape or send out any message.
Since there is no other way to leave this place, and we are no match for the foolish calamity before us, we cannot defeat it.
Then he can only try to see if he can win over the calamity before him.
Unfortunately, Su Tu had absolutely no interest in their church.
The reason they deal with the church is simply to use their reputation to enhance their own fame.
Su Tu did not respond to the black-robed deacon with words, but chose to respond with actions.
He silently raised his hand, stretched it out, and pointed his index finger directly at the black-robed deacon.
The next moment, the black-robed deacon suddenly realized that, just like the previous church deacons, faint cracks were beginning to appear on his body.
At this moment, the fear he had been hiding in his heart could no longer be suppressed and was all revealed on his face.
"No, that's impossible. My contracted magical artifact should be able to enhance mental attributes."
The magical artifact he possessed had a simple function: it amplified his three-dimensional attributes by fifty percent.
It's a permanent bonus; even if the magical tool is thrown away, its attributes won't change.
However, the side effect is also obvious: it prevents the contracting of other magical tools.
However, the side effects don't matter. What's important is that his mental attributes are now ridiculously high.
It can be said that his current mental attribute ceiling far exceeds that of an ordinary S-level powerhouse.
However, for the first time, he, who had always been very confident in his own attributes, began to question them.
He stared in horror at the Foolish Calamity, only to see a pair of deep, calm eyes, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
It seemed that everything happening before his eyes was exactly as he had predicted, without the slightest deviation.
At that moment, the fear in my heart was pushed to its extreme.
A deep sense of resentment permeated his heart until death.
As the light faded, Su Tu's emotionless face underwent a slight change.
He frowned slightly, his eyes filled with confusion. "I didn't expect that one of the church's top ten deacons would be so weak?"
That's right, the black-robed deacon is dead. He was completely reduced to ashes by the deacon's full-force attack, utterly dead.
I had heard from Eve that the black-robed deacon in front of me was among the top ten deacons in the church.
His strength was estimated to be extremely high, so high that he thought only by using his full strength could he barely kill him.
However, judging from the current situation, this guess was wrong. He probably only needed to use about 70% of his power to kill him.
It's not so much disappointment as it is somewhat unsatisfactory.
"Forget it, the mission has been accomplished, so it doesn't matter how much of our strength we used."
Su Tu waved his hand casually, and the next moment, cracks appeared all over the world.
After a crisp sound, the dream shattered, and the folly and calamity returned to reality.
Meanwhile, Eve, standing beside the corpses of the five church deacons, was staring intently at the black-robed deacon whose face was gradually turning pale.
Just now, the powerful black-robed deacon's body suddenly twitched, and then his life force rapidly drained away.
In just a few seconds, it was already lifeless, just like the other corpses next to it.
She has experienced this situation three times since she came here.
At this moment, the imperial princess also understood that this meant death.
But before she could recover from her surprise, a crisp sound rang in her ears.
She subconsciously looked up and immediately saw the Foolish Calamity, which was covered in white.
Those eyes remained as calm and profound as ever.