Chapter 149 Lord of Hosts, King of Kings! (11,000 completed per day)
Outside the window, the night is dark.
The strong power of faith overflowed from the drunken and sleeping Minoans, and gathered madly from all directions towards a small house.
On the bed in the room, the [God] closed his eyes and meditated quietly. The power of faith around him was like a tangible force, which turned into golden divine liquid and flowed into his mental space with every breath he took.
In the vast world, a huge wheel of light rotates and hums in the sky, dispelling the cold and darkness, bringing warmth and light, and then illuminating the gurgling water and dense forests in the mountains on the ground.
But unfortunately, among the twelve sectors of the halo, only two areas were glowing, reflecting the shadows of the golden bull and the azure narwhal respectively.
Therefore, most of the world is still shrouded in chaos.
The golden divine liquid that poured in, as if guided, was all poured into the third fan of the light wheel, constantly churning and gathering, trying to outline a new holy spirit in that blank space.
However, after repeated attempts, the blurry shadow was just a form without any spirituality.
As the roosters crowed and the dawn broke, Loen, lying on the bed, absorbed the power of faith flowing around him into his body. Then he slowly opened his eyes, exhaled a long breath, and showed regret on his face.
Failed again...
Sure enough, condensing the incarnation of divinity requires more than just the simple accumulation of power.
The rules, or power, possessed by the gods are the crucial soul.
In other words, we have to continue to target those relatives in Olympus and continue to fleece them.
Today is the day of Poseidon's trial. Thinking that he would soon be able to meet those lovely relatives, Loen couldn't help but lick his dry lips, with a faint sense of anticipation rising in his heart.
The twelve sectors correspond exactly to the twelve points on the dice.
Loen estimated that if he could fill those gaps and possess twelve divine incarnations, he might be able to complete his advancement, be promoted to the main god, and then illuminate the next circle of the halo.
Through the light at the edge, he discovered that the next stage had not twelve blank areas, but doubled to twenty-four!
What if we go one step further?
Thirty-six, or forty-eight?
Due to insufficient information, Lorne was unable to estimate.
But he believed that as long as he could continue to devour the divinity and complete his own transformation, then one day, he would pull all the gods down from the altar, stand above all the armies, and then unify all things and become the true king of kings!
At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the door.
When I opened the door, I saw the stove goddess who had just prepared breakfast. She was wearing an apron, waving a spoon, and smiling brightly.
"Get up and eat. Today I'm going to prepare your favorite lamb chops!"
Lorne nodded and walked to the door. Just as he was about to step out of the bedroom, he stopped for some unknown reason and asked in a low voice.
"Why me?"
Hestia was slightly stunned, then she slapped her forehead and suddenly realized.
"Are you talking about attending this theocratic meeting on my behalf?"
"Just this once?" Lorne asked, carefully examining the stove goddess in front of him.
"Haha, now that you've discovered it, from now on, any troublesome matters that Olympus needs me to deal with will be handled by you!"
Hestia, whose thoughts were seen through, scratched her head and couldn't help but smile awkwardly but politely. She simply pushed the issue aside and bluntly stated her future plans.
Lorne raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.
"Aren't you afraid that Athena and I will team up and overthrow the entire Olympus?"
“Don’t be afraid!”
Hestia shook her head and gave a firm answer, an unprecedented seriousness appearing on her innocent face.
The sudden seriousness made Loen startled, and he subconsciously wanted to clarify the joke just now.
However, Hestia shook her head and smiled brightly.
"You don't need to tell me what you want to do. There are some things that I can't make up my mind to do, so I might as well let someone who is capable do it."
Then, the Stove Goddess paused, looked seriously at the face in front of her, and pondered over each word.
"Because I believe that everything you do will make this world a better place!"
“…”
Ron's heart trembled, and he fell into a long silence. He looked at Hestia with a look of astonishment and shock.
She actually saw through his true intention, an answer that even Athena might not be able to guess correctly!
I can’t figure out whether the stove goddess in front of me is really smart or she is just getting it right by accident.
Or, both?
"Let's go, let's eat first!"
The brisk words interrupted Loen's chaotic thoughts. That bright and pretty face had the same innocent smile as usual, as if it could melt away all the darkness and trickery, and her white hand stretched forward.
Lorne sighed, put his hand on her helplessly, and obediently let Hestia drag him towards the restaurant.
In this confrontation, the conspiracy party was completely defeated.
Because sincerity is the greatest killer skill.
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The practice breakfast was rich and delicious. Athena and Lorne ate until they were completely full. Then they put down their tableware reluctantly, took the cakes that Hestia had prepared for them in advance, walked out of the house, and boarded their chariots.
"Wait till I come back!"
Like a husband who has just gone out giving instructions to his wife who is staying at home, Loen left some gentle instructions and then swung the reins. The divine horses "Xantos" and "Balios" neighed together, spread their four hooves, pulled the bronze chariot behind them, and turned into a dazzling meteor, galloping in the sky, following closely behind Athena's golden chariot, and heading straight for Olympus among the stars.
The whistling sound of the wind echoed in my ears, and the scenery on the ground gradually moved farther and smaller.
After speeding for several hours, the two chariots broke through the twinkling stars and the diffuse mist, drove down from the clouds and landed in a magnificent square.
Because the Titans are born huge, the buildings here are more majestic and magnificent than the temples on earth. A majestic and vast aura blows in the face, making people involuntarily feel fear and awe in their hearts.
As the carriage stopped, at the signal of Athena, Loen followed the footsteps of the goddess of wisdom and walked towards the great temple in the distance that looked like a huge mountain.
"Excuse me, excuse me!"
However, after taking only a few steps, urgent shouts came from the front.
A figure wearing a winged hat, flying shoes and holding a double-snake staff came flying from a distance like a gust of wind and hurriedly advanced forward.
Seeing this, Athena immediately pulled Loen aside, making way, and whispered instructions.
"Watch your pocket."
After these words were spoken, Loen subconsciously became wary of the young man with a smile on his face. He quickly cast a few protective spells on himself and further distanced himself.
Because after Athena's reminder and the man's iconic outfit, his identity was already clear.
The legendary ancestor of thieves, Hermes, the god of speed who protects thieves and swindlers.
Just as Loen was reacting, the shouting and cursing in the distance confirmed his guess.
"Stop right there, you damned cattle thief!"
The old acquaintance Apollo was chasing after him, but because he could not catch up with Hermes' speed, he was so angry that his face turned blue and his chest kept heaving.
"I've already told you, it wasn't me! Those broken teeth have lost most of their spirituality and are worthless. You're the only one who treats them as treasures! What do I need them for?"
"You know it so clearly, and yet you still say it wasn't you who did it, you lying thief, give my things back to me!"
Apollo was furious. He immediately drew his bow and shot arrows at Hermes who was running around.
However, before the arrow hit him, a strong wind rose up around Hermes and blew the flying arrow away.
As the god of speed, Hermes might not be able to defeat Apollo in a head-on fight, but in terms of saving his life and escaping, he was confident that there were only a few people in all of Olympus who could catch him.
"Bang!"
However, before he could be happy for too long, a huge golden net fell from the sky and covered him tightly.
Suddenly, Hermes, who was overjoyed, was tied up like a meat dumpling and fell heavily to the ground.
"Where are the ores, sacred tools, and a box of jewelry in my warehouse? Hand them over now!"
Hephaestus, the god of craftsmanship with a rough face and a limp on one leg, was holding a large iron hammer and angrily denouncing the captured thief.
"Sacred tool? What divine tool?"
"The wings were made by the craftsman Daedalus! I managed to collect the scraps and restore it!"
"A mortal creation? What do I need that broken thing for? I can't eat it and I can't sell it!"
"You still want to deny it!"
Listening to the confrontation between the victim and the criminal, Loen's eyelids twitched. Without any intention of stopping to watch the show, he immediately quickened his pace.
(End of this chapter)
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