Alien world

Chapter 1583 Chapter 217. Prayer
"I need a force to fight for me."

"Isn't it enough to have this god?"

"Where are your followers?"

"Uh……"

"Where is your power?"

"enough!"

There are also differences between gods.

Like Rose the Spider Queen, she had woven conspiracies many times to stir up fights between gods, and reaped the rewards in the end. She dared to treat the elves as pastures to be harvested, and had a great reputation in many planes.

The Cat and the Midnight Girl? Just by hearing the name of the God, you can tell that He got a weak divine power from nowhere. He is a shame to the gods and may not even be able to defeat a legendary team.

"Ha! Even if you are the Spider Queen, you can't insult me ​​like this!"

"Why, you can beat me?"

"I can breed you and let you give birth to hundreds of little spiders!"

"you wanna die!"

The emotional fluctuations of the two gods caused a small shock in the subspace.

After a long while, the slightly bored voices of the cat and the midnight girl rang out: "Why don't you go out with those humans?"

"I still have things to do."

"what's up?"

……

"I do not know either."

Annan felt a headache. After all, he had to stay in the fog every night and listen to inexplicable prayers. The key was that he couldn't hear the source of the prayers.

He leaned on the alchemy table like a boneless man: "When will this end——"

The Skeleton King stroked the scepter with his thick joints. “Perhaps when your friend conquers the divinity, he will be able to receive the complete prayer.”

"It can only be this way……"

Annan could only tell himself not to be anxious, because there was no point in being anxious.

"this is for you."

A bottle of potion appeared in the Skeleton King's hand: "It can temporarily strengthen your soul, help you digest the divinity, and listen to prayers."

Annan looked at the potion, and countless whirlpools appeared on the surface of the bottle - they were faces of pain and wailing, which made people shudder.

"Uh……"

"Don't worry, it's safe and not evil."

Annan wanted to say that it had nothing to do with kindness, but the Skeleton King had no need to lie to him, so he took it and put it in his magic ring.

"I'll let my friend try when I get back."

Late at night, after a busy day, Annan, his elder sister and Olmedo said goodnight to each other and returned to the tree in the other world.

After several months of irrigation, the size of the Other World Tree in Liberty City is second only to the fourth-floor Mage Tower. The huge tree crown with a diameter of nearly 100 meters that almost covers the City Lord's Mansion is visually more spectacular than the Mage Tower, which is still a big tree stump.

If a large number of leaves had not been picked and sent to the gold bank, the tree in the other world would have grown a few more meters.

When the lushly leafed Otherworldly Tree reaches over 30 meters in height, the distance of its leaves can be increased. Basically, you can talk to anyone in Liberty City, and you can also communicate with other places within a short distance of about a mile.

It's basically enough to be used as a walkie-talkie.

When it grows longer, to forty or fifty meters, Annan will be able to use the leaves as walkie-talkies for the legion and the commercial street.

By that time, the coverage of the Other World Tree will be close to the entire Liberty City, and Annan will no longer have to worry about the nightmare of the Demon Lord. He can sleep with whoever he wants in Liberty City... and wherever he wants.

It's not bad now. After coaxing the princess to sleep, I started to meditate, but there was always an old elf who came to attack. Fortunately, the elf mentor went on a long trip and would not be back for several days.

After the princess fell into a deep sleep, Annan took out the bottle of evil-looking potion, opened the bottle, and after a slight hesitation, drank it all in one gulp.

The smooth taste flowed down his throat into his esophagus. Annan smacked his lips. Unexpectedly, there was no ominous feeling of "soul twisting on the tip of the tongue". Instead, it tasted a bit like chocolate.

Speaking of which, there are many rainforests in the south, so we can let the commercial street go in and try our luck. What if there are cocoa beans in Allen's world?

Annan's thoughts diverged, and he felt his mind was extremely clear. All his previous confusions were solved, and he even recalled many memories that had long been forgotten.

Realizing that the potion was taking effect, he took the time to lie down in the rocking chair and start meditating.

Deep in the consciousness, divinity is still like a full moon, illuminating the sparkling vortex of magic.

Annan, who had been immersed in it for more than two months, kept his mind focused, moving his consciousness forward as usual, revolving around it like a satellite... After an unknown amount of time, the suspended full moon seemed to move.

Annan's consciousness froze for a moment, and he stared at the divinity, waiting for it to react again.

Outside, the princess who seemed to be sleeping soundly suddenly woke up and stared at Annan who was meditating with steady breathing. A hint of anxiety and malice flashed across her eyes.

She slowly raised her hand, passed it through the gap under the armrest of the recliner, and reached out to Annan.

call--

The night wind blew through the quiet garden, the branches of the tree in the other world rustled, and a branch silently hung down towards the princess.

……

The full moon trembled for a moment and then stopped responding. Annan almost suspected that it was his own illusion.

Annan's second survival rule: Don't have so many illusions, believe what you see.

The potion should be useful, but it has no obvious effect on divinity. Could it be that the change is on the other side of the fog?

Consciousness stopped lingering around the divinity and instead fell towards the vortex of magic below, gradually sinking into the fog deep in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Great lady, please..."

"Great lady, please..."

"Great lady, please..."

The indistinct sound of prayer emerged from the fog, still the same as before.

Annan waited patiently, and the moment the princess' hand from the outside world touched him, it seemed as if the fog dissipated and the prayer suddenly became clear.

"Great lady, please show your mercy and help my family escape from the mire..."

"Great lady, please save my seriously ill child..."

"Great lady, please give me some money..."

Really useful!

Prayers came from all directions, initially with the same prefix, but soon became chaotic, with men's voices, women's voices, children's voices, old people's voices, rough, shrill, echoing in the foggy space, shaking Annan's consciousness.

Annan gritted his teeth, unwilling to retreat just when he had found the clue. Who knew if the same situation would happen again when he came back.

But these prayers do not say who they are.

Seeing that the foggy space began to tremble and was close to collapse, Annan could only randomly choose one of them to pray and transmit his consciousness through the fog.

"Great god in charge of wealth, please let a tiny grain of sand slip through your fingers and save my sister..."

"Where are you!"

"Mastering wealth...you, you are...who are you?"

The helpless believer asked in shock, but received no response. In the pause, he grabbed a life-saving straw and shouted like crazy: "Lord, I am in the Silver City! Silver City——"

Amid the disorderly prayers, the gray fog space completely collapsed, kicking Annan's consciousness out.

(End of this chapter)