Divinity shoots out from the chief priest, ignoring the protection of dragon scales and spell resistance, and takes advantage of Lysatos' slackness to break through the thought maintenance shield and enter the mental sea.
The spiritual sea is the internal expansion of the soul, carrying the feelings, memories and consciousness of the creature, and what is thought will be manifested in the spiritual sea. A farmer's spiritual sea is only a rickety grass hut and a few feet square of land, that's all his soul can carry.
The legendary ancient dragon's spiritual sea is a million times more vast, the endless sky is the main background, the majestic mountain range stretches, all floating in the air. Large clouds interspersed between the mountains, a gust of wind blew, and the divinity of the Lord of Rituals descended.
This wisp of divinity was split from the body of Nieron, a consciousness with the essence of a deity. In a reverse turn, the divinity materialized as a male spirit, 90% similar to Nieron, but with a vacant expression and eyes.
Nieron went to the trouble of digging a trap, not to pry into Lysatos' innermost secrets. Since he wanted to raid the soul of the golden dragon, the divinity did not carry a bit of divine power, and if he did, he could not enter. But as the consciousness of the deity, it can also use the powerful [Assimilate Sensation].
The powerful main god Sifanus, whose godhead level is as high as 19, the moment he steps into the material realm, the land within a radius of 19 kilometers will be transformed into a field of nature and plants, and all beings within the range will become believers of Sifanus, but of course this ability to plunder the faith of other gods of inspiration is absolutely forbidden in Ferrum.
Nieron's divinity can also be summoned, as long as the assimilation is launched in the spiritual sea and the soul is distorted and shaped, Lysatos will become a devotee and loyal puppet of the Lord of Rituals. The property of the dragon can assist the pantheon to expand significantly, and the force of the dragon itself alone can conquer half of Saraph.
Divinity spread out his chest and his mind began to seep outward, stirring up ripples of thought in a circle with himself as the center. Mountains and cloud masses were shattered by the ripples and reshaped into ceremonial canes and precepts.
When thousands of canes appeared, the spiritual sea produced a violent change. The distant sky begins to change color, emitting a blindingly bright platinum-colored light. Then came the metamorphosis, and the sky began to split and gather. Finally a huge dragon took shape, which was not big in the usual sense. Each claw of the dragon was the length of a thousand-meter mountain peak, and when the dragon opened its mouth, the distance between its upper and lower jaws occupied half of the divine elf's field of vision. The dragon's breath, which is tens of thousands of miles wide, washes over the entire spiritual sea. After the dragon's breath, the mountains and clouds remain, the cane and the preceptor are gone, and only the lone elf remains.
There was no sense in size in the spiritual sea, but the divinity was amazed that there was actually a defense mechanism in the soul of Lysatos.
"Spectacular right." Lysatos coalesced his consciousness and appeared next to the divinity. "That image is of a being I once followed, the platinum dragon god Bahamut. He has many names, [Lord of the North Wind], [King of the Good Dragon] ..."
The latter words were not heard by Divinity at all, for as soon as Lysatos appeared and spoke the first words in a languid tone, he knew that it was not the golden dragon that had fallen into the trap, but him. Divinity immediately drew back, intending to rush out of the spiritual sea.
Lysatos snapped his fingers and the mountains became dragons, the clouds became dragons, and even the sky itself became a dragon. Golden dragons, silver dragons, brass dragons, bronze dragons, red bronze dragons, tens of thousands of metallic good dragons swarmed and danced to surround the divinity in a ball. The hunter and the prey were reversed.
"It is not in accordance with the teachings of the Lord of Rituals to leave without hearing the words of others." Lysatos flew over calmly.
"Here." Lysatos tapped his forehead with his claw, "There is a scale that is special, from the great Lord of the Good Dragon, who only sheds a scale every year. When I was in adulthood, the patriarch planted the scale in as an encouragement for the youngest high ranking mage in the clan. The scales of the Dragon God permanently guard the freedom of my mind and soul, and even the filthy evil demonic realm of Dimogorgon has not called me to it, let alone you."
The divinity is speechless and expressionless, the most crippled consciousness not capable of communication.
"Want to know how it was that I was tricked back, yes? Let's talk slowly." Lysatos manifested a pile of treasures and comfortably buried himself in it.
"I've seen the dragon slayer you sent, when he got a hammer to deflate his nose. In a little over half a month he became a mad priest of divine and martial arts, the most direct explanation is that the infusion of divinity forced his priestly rank." Lysatos skipped over the chief priest's demonization because he didn't understand it either.
"But, even with this means of consuming believers to be ordained, it is not enough to pose a threat to me. There's also the Aura Realm in the Dead Magic Zone, it's really hard for your devotees, who have only done basic meditation, to have a high probability of going white overnight."
"Assuming you're not a fiddling fool, the Dead Magic Zone and the Divine Priesthood must have a purpose. The Aura Realm was designed to allow me to use physical combat and create close quarters. The high and low priestly combat power is to relax my guard, add in the suspicious divinity and voila, the beginnings of your plan are out."
Lysatos played with the gems, stood up and said, "I have to admit that you are a decisive and determined deity, and your plan to sneak in and retreat without delay. But you lack basic rigor and objectivity training, making plans too subjective, relying on luck, and the process is full of logical contradictions and loopholes. You are a good decider, but a bad executor."
"So this divinity trapped here will become my prisoner." Lysatos made the victor's summary.
...
There was an awkward silence, and the divine elf was not angry or sad. After staring at each other for a while, Lysatos suddenly grinned and said, "It seems that I have got another important message. After such humiliation and ridicule, you still haven't descended your incarnation to exterminate me and snatch back the divinity. The biggest possibility is that you don't have any spare divine energy to condense an avatar."
The divine elf's body snapped, finally offended by Lysatos. He decided to break out immediately, every second delayed could give away more information.
Picking a direction and punching the silver dragon in his way into a sky of shattered scales, the divinity charged straight for the dragon without a single match. But the shattered scales soon spelled into a giant dragon, back into the encirclement, the divinity pressed back forward and backward. In the midst of the frenzied fight, the dragons split up, but the encirclement gradually compressed.
The deity praised for his decisiveness immediately sent a message to the outside world.
At the altar, the sweat-soaked Ophasis shouted: "Believers, the Supreme One needs your noble blood and chaste souls! Nieron of All-Father and All-Mind!"
"Nieron of All-Father and All-Mind!" The guards pulled several fainting elves up to the altar and raised their short swords to the heart.
Shocked by the unexplained madness, Drusillia saw the rapiers about to fall, and she shouted shrilly, "Stop him!"
Three feathered arrows hit at the same time, sending the shortsword flying.
"This is self-dedication within the temple! There will be no interference!"
"Voluntary is called consecration! You're committing murder!"
Ophasis gritted his teeth in hatred, he didn't have time to talk nonsense with the faithless, and turned his head to the priest who was praying and said, "The supreme being needs you!"
The priest, with wild eyes, pulled out his dagger and stabbed it into his heart. On top of the altar, except for Opharsis, the other eleven priests under the pillars committed suicide one after another. The vitality of life flowed down the blood to the altar and was absorbed by the divine emblem.
"Insane, insane."
Drusillia and the rangers couldn't believe it.
The properties of the Aura Realm that had absorbed the life offering changed and began to increase on the divine power. In the fierce battle of the spiritual sea, the tightly compressed encirclement suddenly expanded, thousands of gigantic dragons turned into broken scales, and the speed of rebirth slowed down.
Lysatos frowned, it seems that it can not stay. And the spiritual sea is not a good place to fight, the reality of the golden dragon is bleeding nosebleeds.
He retreated and let the encirclement show a break. Divinity immediately captured the opportunity to fight and broke through the encirclement to fly away from Lysatos' soul.
Lysatos immediately followed, extending his spirit to the maximum and biting the tail of the divinity's flight path, traversing heavy space and dimensional barriers all the way until it was blocked by the rules of the divine kingdom. The golden dragon tracked to its destination as it wished, a small divine kingdom hanging on the material plane of Saraph, the main terrain being plains and hills. On the highest hills, lofty and majestic elven-style palaces towered.
The palace exudes a terrifying pressure, and the gods who transcend mortal things do not hide their majesty.
Reptile ...
The insult was interspersed with a majestic spiritual impact that heavily repelled Lysatos. The spirit returned to his physical body, and Lysatos coughed up a mouthful of blood; competing with a deity for spiritual power was not a good choice.
"Heh, there are many guys who call me with the word reptilian, but they are all dead, sooner or later I will send you a one-way ticket to the astral world."
Although there were many battle results, Lysatos was upset. Mom said, when upset find something to get yourself up.
The golden dragon bowed his head and said, "Your god was fought off by me."
The chief priest showed his teeth, and that was all he could do.
Lysatos changed his solemn tone: "I respect warriors who give their lives for the sake of their faith, and your glory humbles me. Please state your name, and I will remember it forever."
"Ahem." The chief priest spat out two mouthfuls of black blood, "I am ... the ... first ... masonry of your tomb, remember... ...my name is ..."
Lysatos interrupted with a wave of the claw: "Talk too stuttering lazy to listen, forget it,"
The chief priest spurted blood on the spot and died, so Lysatos was cool.