Cthulhu Gonfalon

Dawn, evening, noon, midnight—these four time points had a special significance in occultism without any exception in any world.

In contrast, these time points on Earth only had theoretical significance, but in this world where God and supernatural forces existed, they had great practical significance.

Particularly, the dawn symbolized the birth of life, the germination of power and also the rise of the new gods.

In other words, it was the best time to promote a god.

“According to statistics, more than 90% of gods succeed in becoming a god at dawn.” Even at the most critical and tense moment, Javier’s mouth was still busy. He gazed at Rem City where the holy light was at its strongest point, but he was still ridiculing, “But all the records of the failed gods are also all at dawn.”

“If that man fails to become a god, the Goddess of Bumper Harvest will definitely come and kill you later.” Morani sighed.

“She can’t win because we have so many people here.” Javier smiled confidently. “When she comes for us, I’ll hide behind you and make you fight with her first.”

“You are such a good brother!”

“Of course! Thanks.”

“I don’t mean to praise you.”

At this moment, the main priest of the church of the Goddess of Bumper Harvest led all the followers of the Goddess of Bumper Harvest to shout loudly together and worship the ground at the same time. Many people even used too much strength to grovel on the ground, and their foreheads started to bleed.

Meanwhile, an Oracle who presided over the ceremony brought out the prepared sacrifices—several jewels with strong Divine Power, an exotic light ball with strong positive energy, and a dark, mud-like object that emitted a bloody and terrifying smell.

These three sacrifices were carefully selected and captured from the “positive” and “negative” of the rings of the world. They were tuned slightly to the equal strength, and their positive and negative energy had been counteracted by the Divine Power. Finally, they would merge with the Divine Power, wash away the original traces of the Divine Power and purify it to its purest state for the gods to absorb.

As long as the Divine Power could be absorbed, it would form a temporary cycling system of Divine Power that could transform the power of faith from Rem City to Divine Power.

With high prayers and voices, the power of faith was too strong to promote those sacrifices. The power was shattered and integrated instantly into a clear light, rushing toward the top of the holy emblem.

At the same time, there was a crack in the sky that showed the Kingdom of the Goddess of Bumper Harvest; she was vague and unclear like a mirage.

But the Divine Power flowing from the shadows of the Kingdom of Gods was not fake at all!

The two Divine Powers, one from bottom to top and the other from top to bottom, collided at the top of the holy emblem; the elder who was preparing to become a god, was standing at the top of the holy emblem.

The two distinct but homogeneous Divine Powers overwhelmed him in an instant, and they entangled and intertwined in his body.

The elder calmed down and guided the flow of the two Divine Powers according to the previous instruction of the Goddess of Bumper Harvest. He constructed the cycle of the Divine Powers in his body and engraved their track in his soul.

The was just like cutting meat with a knife, and most tough guys could stand it, but this was totally different. Depending on external forces to carve one’s soul was more painful than arrows piercing their bodies. Moreover, the elder had become a semi-god before and had the preliminary track of Divine Power, but now he had to erase the track he had planned according to his original path and engrave another one. This would cause double the pain for him.

His body trembled slightly, and cold sweat kept coming out from his body. Soon, his whole body was like a fish out of water. If not for the sacred water-flame-resistant robe, his clothes would get all wet.

But the elder was very firm in attitude. He felt so much pain right now that he wanted to die immediately, but he managed to hold on. Meanwhile, his mind was multi-tasking. He constructed the cycle of Divine Power and engraved the track of it simultaneously.

Although Yorgaardman criticized him for being depressed and not having determination in forging ahead at the critical moment, those who were able to become semi-gods were not weak and incompetent. No more pain could prevent him from moving forward.

On the contrary, because of the pain in his body and soul, his weak spirit became strong again just like a piece of iron being burned and forged to gradually get rid of the impurities.

The God of Justice, Yorgaardman, certainly wouldn’t miss the changes. He gazed at the elder who was making every effort to move forward, with a little surprise and admiration.

He didn’t know that the elder could withstand the pain and in turn use it to temper his will and spirit. In this way, the ceremony of apotheosis which was bound to fail may have some possibilities of success.

But, those were just some possibilities.

The success rate of such kind of things, like depending on external forces to become a god and change their original path, would never be high anyway.

Yorgaardman could not help but sigh as he looked at the elder. He was almost soaked in cold sweat, but the man became more resolute.

If the elder gave up now and returned to his original path, he could certainly go further. If given him enough time, perhaps he could really become a god by his own strength.

However, it would take a long time, at least thousands of years.

The Goddess of Bumper Harvest could not wait so long because she needed a god follower now.

What a pity!

Yorgaardman shook his head and looked up again at the illusion of the Kingdom of Gods in the sky.

As a member of the natural holy pedigree, the kingdom of the Goddess of Bumper Harvest should have been in the main Kingdom of Gods among the natural holy pedigree, but this time in order to improve the rate of success, she even moved out her kingdom. At present, she moved her kingdom to a place near the Main Plane, similar to Yan Xun’s shelter.

Formally speaking, they were now neighbors.

Of course, the Kingdom of Gods was an independent world. Although it was close to the Main Plane, there was no such scene as “two books on the table.” For the Main Plane, the two kingdoms of God were only small points. For example, it was like opening two portals on the edge of the Main Plane that could go directly to another world. In fact, the reach between the world and the Main Plane was just a portal.

So it was wrong to say that Yan Xun and the Goddess of Bumper Harvest were neighbors.

In order to pour in Divine Power efficiently, the Goddess of Bumper Harvest moved to the nearest place of the Main Plane, facing Rem City directly. Although this way may not help too much, it was worthwhile for the Goddess of Bumper Harvest to improve even a little bit.

In recent years, the strength of the Goddess of Bumper Harvest had increased a lot, so her pressure had also increased gradually. Moreover, a few gods who had bad relations with her previously also seized this opportunity to kick her down. Her situation was really becoming harder and harder.

If she failed to promote a god follower this time, she would have to change her strategy and shrink completely, relying solely on the protection of other gods in the natural holy pedigree.

Such a thing was absolutely unbearable to the Goddess of Bumper Harvest who was once strong enough to compete for the king of gods in the natural holy pedigree. Therefore, no matter how much it would cost and no matter how low the rate of success, she would try her best!

The surging Divine Power was like a long river rolling down from the sky, while the clear Divine Power was like a light pillar rising from the ground. Where the long river collided with the light pillar, the elder who held all the hopes of the Goddess of Bumper Harvest was doing his best to adjust his body and mind in order to make final preparations for the apotheosis.

It was not long from dawn to sunrise. When the sun rose, no matter how well he had adjusted or prepared, he would have to begin his apotheosis due to the natural calling without any delay.

So for him, time was limited, and the task was urgent.

Now all gods paid attention to him. Perhaps he had never enjoyed such a great honor in his life, but he did not care about it at all.

Those who paid attention to him were both well-intentioned people and malicious people, but more people just watched out of their curiosity. Generally speaking, most people hoped for him to succeed.

The Goddess of Bumper Harvest did not have many enemies. For most gods who had nothing to do with her, they would like to see the elder succeed in becoming a god.

After all, who could guarantee that he would not promote a god follower someday? If that day really came, a successful experience would be more valuable than a failed farce.

But there were also many gods who hoped for him to fail, including the Goddess of Wealth, Manissy.

The Goddess of Wealth was almost a mortal enemy of the Goddess of Bumper Harvest, and their relationship was even worse than that between the Goddess of Starvation and the Goddess of Bumper Harvest.

Starvation and harvest were two parts of the natural cycle, and they could not kill each other. Even if one took great efforts to kill the other, the next Goddess of Starvation or the Goddess of Bumper Harvest would appear again soon, so it was meaningless.

But there was a difference between the Goddess of Wealth and the Goddess of Bumper Harvest. Both sides were trying hard to beat each other because even if the other side’s clergy was inherited by later generations, they would never inherit interpersonal relationships. As long as one side won this time, they could gain a complete victory once and for all.

For now, the Goddess of Wealth had an advantage, even an absolute advantage, but she was not satisfied. On the contrary, she was still alarmed.

A god could not be underestimated, and no one dared to say what would happen unless the opponent completely failed.

Just like now, although the Goddess of Wealth had contacted a lot of helpers and arranged a lot of backers, could her preparations succeed? How many effects would she get if she succeeded? These things were still unknown.

She certainly hoped to take this opportunity to beat the Goddess of Bumper Harvest Moritre down, but that was just her wish. She was not sure whether she could succeed or not.

She could not help but look at her allies from the corner of her eyes.

Both the Void Mask and the Steel Lion are decent people. They may offer to help someone that has met with difficulties, but they would not kick someone that was down. As for the God of Justice… it would be much better if he would not make any troubles, let alone offer help.

The youth may help with the ceremony, but their fighting capacity is really too low… Ah! All these friends were warm and reliable people, but sometimes it’s really inconvenient!

Manissy, the Goddess of Wealth who was graceful in her appearance but dark in her heart, was thinking and sighing.