Low Dimensional Game

Chapter 284 - The Battle for the Throne of God (I)

Chapter 284: The Battle for the Throne of God (I)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

More than a dozen horses were pulling a carriage behind them. Inside, people, each in a different mood, were discussing the recent news...

“Cetisius has no way out. He must become a god in a few years!” Jonathan said with some excitement.

Marina leaned against the window and appeared calm. “Yes, in order to light the divine fire with a mortal body, then transform into a divine body, he is constantly consuming his soul energy. If he wants to reach level seven in a short period of time and ascend the throne of god, he’ll need the power of belief.Otherwise, he will die. Hence, he can’t wait! ”

“But, only hundreds of thousands of people’s beliefs can ignite the divine fire! That’s almost impossible to gather!” Jonathan said.

“Cetisius has Pusuote, as well as the support of the gods, so there seems to be no problem, at least theoretically!” Marina said.

The delegation from the Sean City-State Alliance was on the way home in a horse-drawn carriage. Just like the other delegations from other places who had come to attend the Festival of the Dead, they were always in a state of constant worry.

Nowadays, this kind of public carriage running on its own track had been widely popular in the Sean City-State Alliance and Pusuote, including the northern part of Tutan that was occupied by Pusuote. In the carriage, Jonathan was sitting and talking to Marina about what he had seen in Barber.

Jonathan suddenly looked at Marina and changed the topic, asking, “When can we alchemists have a god of our own?”

Marina laughed. “That’s not an easy thing. We don’t have the same divine guardianship as Cetisius. Whether we are trying to acquire belief to light the divine fire or searching for a divine personality, which is a must for ascending the divine throne, we are bound to face huge risks and fierce competition!”

She then added, “After all, this is a war over divinity. They will not give up this opportunity. Everyone who is qualified for this competition will become our enemy! Also, there’s something else that requires careful consideration...”

Jonathan was puzzled. “Mentor, what else is there to consider?”

Marina immediately responded, “Whether or not it is necessary! For instance, does an alchemist really need a god? What price will we pay if so? And, is it worth that price? Jonathan, we are not going to be strong just for the sake of being strong, nor should we be gods for the sake of being gods! Believers believe in gods, but we alchemists have our own beliefs!”

Jonathan was shocked by her somewhat blasphemous words! He now suddenly realized the difference between the older alchemists and their descendants.

After returning from the city of Barber in Pusuote, some alchemists who knew what happened were talking about it. Most people only knew that, during the Festival of the Dead, a miracle had happened in the heavenly palace.

As for the deeper meaning behind it, only a few understood that. These were the people who knew the true meaning of this Festival of the Dead.

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Niyah City, Sumerian Kingdom

The Sumerian Kingdom was founded more than 100 years ago. It was located in the Sumerian Plain, and its current capital was the old capital of the Crete Empire.

Since the Church of Light built the Kingdom of the Church of Light, the king of the mercenaries had established the Ahenaten Empire. Then, after the rise of the Sumerian Kingdom, the three of these empires jointly occupied the whole central province.

The Sumerian Kingdom had become a powerful empire on the mainland of Alen and had a strong national strength. At the moment, the King was Lanny I, who was a young man in his early twenties.

A crow that was carrying an important letter had travelled from a distance, crossing mountains and rivers to arrive in the city of Niyah. It did not go to the kingdom’s postal department, but went directly into the royal palace and was immediately received by a palace guard. The guard took the letter from its claw and delivered it to King Lanny immediately.

“Dead! Really dead?” After reading the letter, Lanny jumped up in excitement and grabbed the guard’s neck, causing his smooth facial skin to instantly wither. The guard’s pupils then bulged as he gasped for air.

Lanny looked like a monster! As he could not conceal his ecstasy, he was shouting out loud and behaving in a frenzied manner. In all of the commotion, he had strangled the guard!

No one would have thought that the King of the Sumerian Kingdom was a monster, and that the whole royal family was all devil kin with devil’s blood. It turns out that the Sumerian Kingdom was a devil’s kingdom!

“The old thing is dead at last! Without him, I am the master of the Church of True God. I am the supreme king of the Sumerian Kingdom!” Lanny was still reveling in the ecstasy of it all when the guard who had been strangled suddenly grabbed him by the ankle and looked up at him.

The guard’s expression became extremely weird, and his skin started to change little by little. His pupils reflected the devil fire, mucus seeped out of his skin, and a large number of tentacles extended out of his head.

The guard looked at Lanny with a look that Lanny knew quite well. It was filled with cruelty and greed!

“Lanny, are you so happy that I’m dead?” A voice arose from the dead, strangled guard.

Lanny was so frightened, he tripped over the throne and wanted to run outside, but the monster that the dead guard had transformed into was preventing him. A large number of tentacles kept twisting and pulling, covering the dead guard monster completely.

“How could this be? But... I just killed you! You should be dead! The master did not respond to us,so why are you not dead yet? Let me go, let me go!” Lanny roared and struggled, but still could not get rid of this monster.

The monster swallowed Lanny up, bit by bit, while it continued to expand and wriggle. It was horrible and disgusting!

“It’s your honor to be my descendant and to become one with me!” The monster laughed.

After the monster swallowed Lanny, his face changed constantly. Finally, the monster became an old man with terrible scars on his face. It was Heckfoss!

But Heckfoss was so weak. After swallowing up Lanny, it seemed that he was gradually recovering some previously lost strength.

As the Sumerian royals were all Heckfoss’ kin, he had studied the immortality of demons and the essence of the devil power. Now, he knew that the drawback of the devils’ power was that they couldn’t really be reborn like other mythical creatures. Instead, they underwent a process that was more like soul-splitting, where of their memories could be stored and activated after their deaths.

This method was crazy, but Heckfoss had actually applied it to himself. This was why he could only keep the memories from the time before his soul split. Any memory after that could not be stored. Moreover, soul-splitting was so dangerous, only Heckfoss had ever tried to do it.

“Did I die? How on earth did I die?” Heckfoss couldn’t remember a thing.