Volume 9: Molten Mine Chapter 470: There Will Be No Difference Between Us
At this moment, the black rune on his palm suddenly began to emit a scorching temperature. This change made him stunned. The air temperature in the Molten Mine was nearly 100 degrees Celsius. Under the protection of the protective suit, this high temperature of nearly 100 degrees was completely isolated. But now, the temperature of the black rune seemed to ignore the gloves of the protective suit and penetrated continuously, reaching his skin.
He almost thought that what he was holding was not a stone, but a red-hot iron ingot!
The leader quickly spread out his palms and saw that the skull emblem engraved on the surface of the black rune was emitting a dark red light. He took another look at the reading of the thermometer and found nothing abnormal. There were also no signs of melting or burning on the gloves that were in direct contact with the rune.
"Could it be, could it be... the great god really showed up?!" The leader was suddenly overjoyed and quickly knelt down, holding the talisman stone above his head. He lowered his head and kowtowed to the ground continuously, "Great god, please save me! I am your most devout believer!"
All the previous thoughts were thrown out of his mind at this moment. His mind was now filled with only one thought: "Praise the great God". He was not even aware that the protective mask of his helmet had been cracked and oxygen was constantly leaking out.
"A devout believer." A voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
"Is it the great god?!" He was stunned for a moment, then quickly raised his head and looked around, "No, it's... it's the prophet!"
Although he had never spoken to the Prophet, as a "fanatic believer", he would never . Over time, he naturally became familiar with the Prophet's voice.
This made his heart skip a beat... Could it be that this black rune was a long-distance communication device discovered in some ruins?
"It's me," the voice said again.
"Praise the great God! May the glory of the great God be with you!" The leader said very quickly, "My Lord Prophet, my team... my team has been ambushed by a powerful enemy. Please save us!"
He did not reveal the fact that the entire team had been wiped out except for him - since this was not a so-called "miracle", the "piety" that had just emerged in his heart suddenly disappeared without a trace... But no matter what, since he could get in touch with the prophet, he might still have a chance to be saved.
As far as he knew, within ten kilometers from here, there were at least three or four combat teams composed entirely of mature erosion seeds. These teams could not communicate with their followers, and they only obeyed the orders of the prophet. If the prophet was willing to send a team to support them...
Although he would try to avoid these monsters as much as possible when he saw them on normal days, now he was eager for these monsters to appear in his sight.
"The only one who can save you is yourself." The prophet said slowly.
"Uh... Lord Prophet, what...what does this mean?" the leader said in astonishment.
"As the people of the great god, each of us possesses a gift from him. Under this power, the pagans are vulnerable."
"Gift...the gift of the great God?" The leader couldn't help but tremble. He knew clearly what the prophet meant by "gift" - if a believer wanted to obtain powerful strength, the simplest and most common way was to accept the "God's seed".
Accepting the "God's Seed" is a statement within heretical sects. To put it bluntly, it actually means allowing the cells of the Seed of Erosion to infect the human body and turn it into a "container."
With the help of the power of the erosion seeds that parasitize in the body, these "containers" have combat power far beyond that of ordinary people, but this also means that this person's life has entered a countdown .
He had personally witnessed the process of the seeds of corrosion in the two "containers" transitioning from the "parasitic stage" to the "acute stage". The pain was enough to send chills down one's spine and make the hair stand on end just by looking at it... If that person were him, he would rather shoot himself before the acute stage arrived.
When he heard the prophet mention "gift", his heart skipped a beat. He thought the prophet wanted to transform him into a container for that monster, but he soon felt relieved - he did not have any active cells carrying the Seed of Corrosion, which was called "God's Seed" in the sect. His subordinates were all human beings and had no "containers". Even if the prophet wanted him to "accept the gift", it was impossible to create a "God's Seed" out of nothing.
In order to verify this idea, he asked tentatively: "Prophet...you, you said the gift and power from the great god...are you referring to the 'God Seed'?"
"No." The prophet's rejection made him feel completely relieved. "The gift I'm talking about is even more powerful than the power of the 'God Seed'."
"Really?" He pretended to be extremely surprised, but in his heart he hoped that the Prophet would quickly send a Seed of Erosion team to eliminate the enemy sniper in heavy armor.
"Do you want to be like me, to gain the attention of the great god and become his most loyal servant?"
"Yes! Yes! Of course I do!" the leader said hurriedly.
"From now on, your status will be equal to mine. There will be no distinction between us, and we will serve the great God together." The prophet added.
"...Praise the great God!" The leader prostrated himself on the ground. Although he still had a trace of doubt in his heart, the sudden joy had completely destroyed his ability to think. He simply couldn't believe what he had just heard - the prophet said that he would give me the same status as him? And the power from the great God?
Then, can I also become the existence that is second only to God and above everyone else?
Can I also enjoy those gorgeous priestesses at will?
He was so excited that he could not control himself, and his body was shaking slightly as he knelt on the ground.
But just when he wanted to say something, he suddenly found that he seemed to have lost control of his throat——
Eh? What happened?
He tried to open his mouth, but even that wouldn't work.
He stood up, but not because of his own will... He was horrified to find that someone seemed to be remotely controlling his body, and his own consciousness had become a bystander.
"From now on, you are me and I am you." The prophet's voice sounded in my mind again.
At this moment , he suddenly understood what the prophet had just said, "There will be no difference between us"...
