Chapter 117 The Shura Field Opens
Frenzy, restlessness, rush...
The surging emotions constantly hit the mind, bringing a burning pain to the spirit.
Loen no longer hesitated, and quickly climbed up to the empty rooftop balcony, came to the magic circle prepared in advance, drank a glass of blood-red wine, let down his guard, closed his eyes, and tried his best to activate the divine blood in his body and stimulate the divinity within it.
In an instant, physical trials followed.
Inch by inch, the muscles were torn and reorganized by the rampaging divinity, becoming tougher; drops of blood were purified and transformed under the scorching of the divine fire, gradually turning from golden red to pure gold; bones and organs were constantly shaking with severe pain under the flushing of the divinity...
Every trace of filth was expelled from the pores, every trace of impurity was burned away by the burning divinity, and the entire mental world became blazing and bright red...
But facing the double torture of body and mind, Loen just frowned deeply, and actually felt okay in his heart.
I have to say, Athena is always reliable.
Although I was brutally tortured for half a month, the benefits were real.
During this process, not only did Loen's fighting skills improve by leaps and bounds, becoming almost invincible in his level, but his own use of divinity and divine blood also improved significantly, and his body's ability to withstand attacks also increased several times.
Therefore, even this kind of excruciating pain was still within his tolerance range and had not yet exceeded his endurance threshold.
In that case, let’s do it more vigorously!
Loen opened his eyes, which were glowing light golden, and stretched out his arm, whose pores were oozing with foul air and blood. He picked up the wine on the table beside him, tilted his head back and poured the whole jar down his throat.
In an instant, the vast sea of faith over the city of Knossos rolled up a frenzy and madly poured into a sunken "hole" somewhere. In that endless darkness, it kept tearing, expanding, repairing, and tearing again...
As soon as the scarlet wine flowed into the body, it was driven by divinity and the power of faith and turned into a golden liquid as viscous as divine blood, filling the cracks between the physical body and the mental world.
Gradually, under the dual nourishment of wine and faith, Loen's body began to undergo some wonderful changes.
——It is like a jar of newly brewed fine wine, which is covered in dust and buried in the soil, waiting for time to brew, and finally transforming into a delicacy that even the gods are fascinated by.
At the same time, in the palace of Knossos.
Athena looked at the jar of "fine wine" that was brewing in the dust, and withdrew her gaze with satisfaction.
all the best.
However, this is destined to be a relatively long process, and she needs to be patient if she wants to get the perfect brew.
The goddess of wisdom on the throne picked up the wine glass, took a sip, perked up, and looked through the plan in her hand.
It is called the Dionysian Festival, but it is impossible that it is just a sacrifice to an originally unknown wine spirit.
The first day of the festival was marked by the opening of the jars of fermented wine, which included a great sacrifice of wine to the gods.
The next day is the Water Jug Festival, where people drink new wine and make bets at public banquets; they also taste the new wine that will be selected as the next wine for worshiping the gods, and it is also the peak of worldly carnival.
The third day is the Pot-burning Festival. On this day, people will put out a pot of cooked vegetables and sit around the fire with their families to pay tribute to Hestia, the goddess of the stove who protects peace in the home.
This is the point of the ceremony.
Because wine is the spice of life and the product of home brewing, it should be attributed to the merits of the goddess of fire, so Hestia is the main Olympian god they need to formally worship.
This kind of nominal behavior is of course to prevent objections and excessive attention from the Olympian gods.
In this way, the great sacrifices of the gods and the chief priest of Hestia are all here, so who cares about the so-called wine spirit Dionysus?
Even if Zeus himself were present, he probably wouldn't be able to find fault with this carnival celebration.
As the biggest victim and the thickest shield in the entire ceremony, Hestia wholeheartedly agreed with this.
After all, this was a servant god trained for her.
Athena looked at the wine in the glass, frowned, and raised her hand to push the tray aside.
This wine is sour...
Outside the window, night fell, the cheers gradually faded, and the official ceremony of worshiping the gods came to an end.
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The next day, spontaneous entertainment and celebrations by the people proceeded in an orderly manner as planned.
Not only was there a tasting of fine wine offered to the gods, but there was also a competition for delicious snacks from all over the place. The entire city of Knossos was still as lively and joyful as ever.
Of course, there were many drunkards causing trouble. At the signal of the goddess, the city defense forces and the God's Blood Guards in charge of defense also took strong measures and arrested all these guys and put them in jail to sober up. They also recorded their names in the book and banned them from participating in the next Dionysus Festival.
On the third day, the lively atmosphere continued until sunset.
The warm fire is lit and the aroma of food wafts through every household.
Everyone expressed gratitude to the hearth goddess, praised the hard-earned stable life, and then began to enjoy the sumptuous meals with their families.
And at this moment, in Hestia's mansion.
A stealthy figure crept up to the top floor under the cover of night and waved his hand forward. Countless streams of golden light rushed into the giant light cocoon in the center that was as tall as a person.
That is the pure power of faith.
After doing all this, the furtive figure nodded with satisfaction and slipped back into the living room. Under the flickering fire, a cute and innocent face was reflected.
At the same time, the goddess of wisdom in the Palace of Knossos lowered her farsighted eyes, sat back on the throne, and with a cold face, crumpled up a few pages of parchment on the table and stuffed them into the wastebasket, with a very impatient movement.
Okay, very good, I don’t have to do anything.
The lights in the hall flickered, and a faint sound of grinding teeth could be heard.
On the fourth day, the remaining night faded away, and the first ray of new sunlight pierced through the morning mist and spread across the earth.
Snap~!
Along with a crisp cracking sound, the light cocoon standing on the top floor cracked and shattered. The tall and slender figure, nearly two meters tall, felt the endless vitality surging in his body. He opened his eyes excitedly and couldn't help wanting to shout out loud.
“Don’t be careless! Focus your mind, find your own fragment of godhood, and engrave it into your first divine law!”
A low and cold voice came from behind him. Loen's expression immediately froze. He quickly gathered his running thoughts, calmed down, and sensed a quietly floating crystal sheet from his mental world.
At first glance, there are flowers everywhere and vines spreading and growing. The gorgeous colors reflect a myriad of scenes, like a microcosm of a small world.
godhead!
Realizing that he had really taken that crucial step, Loen was overjoyed.
However, thinking of the instructions behind him, he immediately suppressed his thoughts that were about to go astray, and used the sharp cone of divine will to chisel into the godhead, engraving the content of the first divine law that he had chosen after careful consideration.
——Crazy!
This not only fits the characteristics of wine, but is also perfectly compatible with the theocracy of war.
In this way, one can maximize his combat effectiveness.
Finally, with the final stroke completed, the sting of the carved soul gradually subsided.
After successfully upgrading, Loen regained his composure, took a long breath, slowly opened his eyes, raised his hand to wipe his sweaty forehead, turned around and looked behind him, revealing a relieved smile.
“We did it!”
"Okay, got it."
Athena at the stairs nodded calmly, looking very calm, then glanced up slightly, raised her hand and pointed, her voice low.
"So, should you put your clothes on first?"
At this moment, accompanied by a gust of cool breeze, Loen felt a chill down his body, and suddenly realized that his clothes had been torn to pieces due to the surge of divine power, and he was now completely naked.
For a moment, he felt so embarrassed and awkward that he couldn't help but clamp his legs together. He hurriedly opened the magic circle diagram, took out a spare piece of clothing, and quickly put it on.
When the rustling sound disappeared, Athena lowered her eyes, carefully looked at the new god in front of her, nodded with satisfaction, and gave a fair evaluation.
"good!"
“You taught me well.”
Lorne complimented him habitually and smiled modestly.
For some unknown reason, his process of becoming a god was unusually smooth, and the divine power in his body seemed to be much stronger than expected.
"Okay, now that you have completed your ascension to the gods, come with me to meet the guests outside the door." Athena waved at the stairs.
"Guest?" Lorne was confused.
Athena did not answer directly, but showed a meaningful look: "Wait a minute, and you will know."
So mysterious?
With a hint of doubt, Loen followed Athena downstairs and opened the door together.
Outside the door, a dignified, majestic, handsome young man stood gracefully, with fragrant and slightly floating long hair hanging on his shoulders. On his head was a crown woven with laurel, myrtle, olive or water lily branches, and at his waist hung a silver bow and quiver, and sometimes a golden sword.
The moment he saw the door open from the inside out, the young man's face showed joy, and he looked around eagerly, and couldn't wait to step over the threshold.
“Huh…”
However, a slender and agile figure was faster than him.
"Finally seeing you again, Lorne!"
A female hunter with blonde hair, silver eyes, and wearing a dashing hunting suit excitedly came up to someone, grabbed his arm and shook it, her joy evident in her eyes.
For a moment, the other two gods inside and outside the door all turned grim-faced.
(End of this chapter)
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