Chapter 418 Believers
The honorific name is a respectful title given by the followers to the great being.
And the name of God is the original name of the great existence. It is the most powerful and easiest to get a response!
The ancient rulers that Fang Xian had come into contact with included the Goddess of Fertility, the being on the Wild Hunt throne, and the King of Dusk.
However, these are all honorific names, not divine names!
At this moment, the strange pronunciation he heard made him certain that it was the name of an ancient ruler.
The more I think about it, the clearer that name becomes.
Whoosh!
The strong wind was howling, as if it was afraid of the name.
It is...
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"I have been reborn and died, but I cannot reach the other side...
Death follows the shadows, and no beauty will not die in withering...
This poem will live on and give you immortality..."
Smith recited the immortal poem aloud.
As the most important part of the adventure, this poem is undoubtedly powerful.
By reciting every day, he at least felt that his mind was highly concentrated. He became more sensitive and could detect the subtle expressions on the faces of people around him.
This made him realize that many of his classmates thought he had become 'weird' and even his friends began to distance themselves from him.
But nothing happened.
After receiving the prophecy of doomsday, he would have wanted to drop out of school if his parents hadn't pressured him.
After the daily poetry reading, Smith prayed to the God of Lostness: "O God of Lostness... You are the source of warlocks, the master of reincarnation... You are the master of calamity power, the immortal existence, the king of endless time and space!... Your believers pray for your awakening, pray for your response, and pray for your favor!"
There was no response to the prayer, which made Smith sigh.
The Lost God lost His true name and fell into a deep sleep.
Therefore, as believers of the Lost God and members of the Apocalypse Cult, we must try various methods to awaken Him!
Smith has been doing the same thing for some time, but unfortunately there is no effect at all.
"But it doesn't matter. One day, I will wake up my Lord."
After Smith finished praying, he went out, went to school, went home, and rested like a normal person...
Therefore, his parents thought that he had just become a little withdrawn and had no other ideas for the time being.
That night, Smith fell into a deep sleep.
Whoosh!
In his dream, he heard the call of the wind and the sound of waves hitting the rocks.
An unclear call, mixed in with many other voices, came over.
It was a very difficult pronunciation and was a little unclear at first, but with the strangely amplified sound of the waves, Smith gradually heard it clearly.
Nicholas!
Although there may be some errors and omissions, Smith believes that the pronunciation he heard should be close to or similar to this!
After this thought came to his mind, he suddenly felt that his "Immortal Poem" was surging with darkness and coldness, spreading throughout his body!
Smith suddenly woke up.
If the previous state was like having a nightmare and the body could not move.
At this moment, he suddenly woke up and regained his ability to move.
Crash...
The sound of waves could be heard all around, and the air was filled with a salty smell.
Smith was shocked to find that he had arrived on an island without knowing when.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, and it seemed that a storm would come at any moment.
The dark sea water surged in, constantly hitting the rocks.
"If I were you, I wouldn't make such a fuss..." A sweet voice came from the side.
Smith looked over and was surprised to find that there were some people around.
The one closest to him was a tall girl with long golden hair and eyes like blue gems. She was looking at him and asked, "Do you also believe in the Lost God?"
"Yes, yes." Smith nodded subconsciously.
The girl suddenly smiled, which made the boy lose his concentration. "Then we are companions. You can call me Vivian, a scholar who pursues supernatural powers. I have explored many supernatural relics, but found that most of them are fake, until I came into contact with that piece of pottery..."
"Hello, my name is Smith. Why are we here? Because of the call of our God?" Smith asked curiously.
"No, I'm afraid it's for another reason. Did you hear that voice?" A tall and thin man next to him said gloomily, "That name!"
"Nikolaia?"
Smith asked subconsciously.
As soon as the words came out, the storm in the sky suddenly came and swept in!
"You idiot, you don't have any knowledge of the occult, don't say anything!"
The tall and thin man shouted angrily: "The owner of this name may be the enemy of the Lost God... Now, the danger has been completely triggered!"
Crash.
The sea levels were separated.
One humanoid creature after another walked out of the ocean.
Their bodies were covered with scales, some had kelp hanging from them, and parts of their bodies had taken on the appearance of fish and shrimp.
"Niku... Raya!"
Their voices were hoarse, as if they had not spoken for a long time, but they chanted that name and charged towards the believers of the Lost God!
"ah!"
Screams were heard.
A believer who came too close to the coastline was directly overwhelmed by the army of scale people.
They captured him, cut off his limbs, forced him to call the name of that great being, and soon tortured him to death.
That is not an ordinary torture method, it must contain mental shock and pollution!
"What the hell is going on?"
Smith was a little weak and roared.
"I don't know...but I don't want to be like that, using a spell!"
The tall and thin man shouted and chanted the spell first .
The spiritual pressure of the Immortal Poem was released, impacting the army of scale people like a tide.
Dozens of monsters in the lead immediately fell to the ground and struggled in pain.
But more of the scaled people stepped on their companions' bodies and continued to attack without any hesitation.
Smith stumbled as he chanted the spell, and saw the girl named Vivian take out a knife and stab herself hard in the arm.
At the same time, the shadow of a huge black bird emerged, spread its wings, and swooped down towards the enemy.
Wherever it passed, it seemed as if an invisible blade was cutting through, cutting off the disgusting scales, the huge claws of shrimps and crabs, and the hideous heads.
'They are all so amazing, are they... true believers of our Lord?'
Smith also cast a spell, but unfortunately its power was limited and he could only knock down a few monsters.
"Retreat... There are too many monsters."
The believers fought and retreated, eventually arriving at the center of the island, surrounded by monsters on all sides.
The number of monsters is so great that it is almost endless.
"Is he going to die? What on earth is going on?"
Smith asked unwillingly.
