Chapter 23 Follower Ceremony "Boom~!" The sea of Hemmers' soul was boiling, like a world-destroying natural disaster, with terrifying and blazing flames burning. His sea of consciousness was shaking continuously. "Kakaka~!" The silver sky protects the soul and stands firm in the raging fire. "Swish swish~!" Just at this moment, Basim exhausted all his soul power and even overdrawn his soul to perform the soul seed. The soul power turned into black fire the moment it entered Hemmers' sea of consciousness and headed straight for the silver sky in the center of the soul ocean. "Kakaka~!"
Unlike the soul defense artifact, or the energy light curtain formed by the soul defense main artifact, the silver sky's defense is actively materialized. If Hemmers had not encountered a double soul attack this time, he would not have known that 'Silver Moon' actually had such a method. In the sea of souls, the silver sky actively vibrates silver particles that look like nanorobots. “Puff, puff, puff, puff~!” Every shock is accompanied by the death of countless black 窶冱, and the dead black 窶冱 directly transforms into pure soul energy. It was integrated into Hemmers's sea of consciousness. "Ahhhh~!" If Hemmers wasn't afraid of social death, he really wanted to yell out loud. The increase of soul energy, It's just like the twitching a man experiences at a critical moment, and it can be continued and repeated. Without hurting his body or mind, Hemmers felt more and more energetic. "Sure enough, the sky screen transformed by the 'Silver Moon' did not disappoint me." When Salif attacked with the fire soul, he had already expected this result. But Hemmers didn't expect that He could actually easily resist the soul control of the masked man in black robe. "Boom~!" A flash of golden light instantly dazzled Basim's dark eyes. The golden fist shadow carried a blow that contained all of Hemmers' profound understanding. The force is so strong and powerful that it is unstoppable! "Bang~!" The black robe shattered, blood splattered everywhere, and most of Basim's body was shattered by this punch. "Puff puff!"
This punch is too powerful! He was aiming for godhood again. Basim's soul hidden in the godhead instantly disintegrated, and the godhead turned into a bullet that shot out of a gun, piercing through more than a dozen sandstone walls blocking the ancient castle. Finally embedded in the stone wall. "Hahaha!" "Did I trick you into death?!" Hemmers laughed as he killed Basim with one punch. How could his body become stiff after being attacked by the soul? "Boom~!" At the moment of Basim's death, the huge ancient castle that was as big as a small city collapsed. Sand and gravel rolled down from the sky, all gathering in one direction. "Gululu~!" An ochre-colored bead rolled directly to Hemmers' feet. "what is this?" "Where is the Zhalan Castle?" Putting away the beads, along with Basim's body, Hemmers would not miss the opportunity to touch the corpse. That kind of happiness, I only had this experience when I played games and soloed a dungeon in my previous life. After his rebirth, he rarely had such a wonderful experience. "Boom~!" In the dark and boundless underground, terrifying pressure swept over, and Hemmers had no time to adapt. "Where the hell is this?" "This should be the bottom of the desert. I'll take you out." Salifu's voice suddenly sounded in the endless darkness. "Bang~!" Before Hemmers could be surprised, The surging red divine power enveloped him and the other thirty surviving demon examiners. Flying at high speed above the desert, Hemmers finally regained his sense of direction. He projected his spiritual awareness outward, alert to possible dangers in the darkness. ……
In mid-air, a large metal life with the logo of the Demon Castle was suspended here. "Here it comes, here it comes!" Brittany reported excitedly as the white-haired middle-aged man sat still. "Open the hatch and prepare to welcome the returning strong man!" The white-haired middle-aged man smiled. This demon test took a particularly long time, and he was getting a little impatient. In the boundless desert, the purple moon and the sun alternate in the sky. Even though the desert scenery is nice, you will get tired of it after looking at it for a long time. "What's going on? Why are there only a few people coming back?" The white-haired middle-aged man didn't say anything, but Brittany was the first to lose her patience and ask. Normally, The passing rate of the demon test is indeed only a few dozen per thousand, but there are still dozens of people who survive. Nearly a hundred together. What now? Not only did only 31 of the thousands of assessors survive, but all the star-level demons died, leaving only Salif. "What happened to you?" When he saw the bitter face of Salifu, the white-haired middle-aged man was finally moved. He pulled Salifu over and asked. "There's something strange about the Fortress of the Shield. The guy who calls himself the guardian is a practitioner of the Law of Death. His strength is at least a five-star demon." That was all Salif said. His brothers were killed because they trusted Saba, and he himself was controlled by a spirit. Salif said nothing. "So, your five-star mission failed this time?" The white-haired middle-aged man is not only the examiner of this demon assessment mission, but also the reviewer of the five-star and three-star demon missions. "No, it worked!" Salif hesitated to speak. "Can you tell me?" In the end, he could only ask Hemmers through telepathy. "Whatever, I don't care!" Under the extremely astonished gaze of the white-haired middle-aged man, Hemmers simply waved to Salif. "Too!" Since Hemmers has the ability to kill a five-star demon, he is naturally not afraid of exposing his strength. then, A scene that horrified dozens of people in Metal Life appeared.
Including thirty demon examiners and several staff members. And middle-aged people with white hair. "Thank you for saving my life, sir. Salif is willing to follow you till death!" Salif knelt on one knee in front of Hemmers, drew out the long sword in his hand, and held it in front of Hemmers with both hands. "what?" This time, Hemmers was in trouble. Regardless of past and present lives, he had killed many superior gods with his own hands, but he had no followers. "what?" The white-haired middle-aged man was stunned. "You are a five-star demon, but you want to follow a middle-level god. Is this a joke?" "Are you crazy?" The white-haired middle-aged man was also a five-star demon. He couldn't help but pull at the hem of Salifu's armor. "what?" Brittany's pretty little mouth opened into a circle. "What did I see?" "Follower Ceremony. I am so lucky to have witnessed a sacred follower ceremony in my lifetime!" Hell, as one of the planes created by the four supreme gods. Although the strong are respected and killing and fighting are constant, this is also a world that values rituals. Because it has the basis for performing sacred rituals - the oath to the Most High God. The Follower Ceremony is one of the highest-level and most sacred ceremonies since the birth of Hell. The follower needs to make a request to the one being followed, and after getting permission, the follower takes an oath to the Supreme God. At this point, the ceremony is complete! This sacred relationship between followers and followed is maintained by the Supreme God of Destiny. The Supreme God of Destiny is here! Who dares to break the oath? Although such rituals have gradually faded out of history, some people still remember that they were a product from before the era of the Lord God. The strong gather together for warmth, but they cannot sign a contract like Warcraft, so they can only evolve into this kind of alliance of interests to ensure each other's interests. Following is not slavery, it is often an investment in people with strong potential. Salifu had a hunch that the middle-level god before him was a king worth following, but he couldn't explain why.
Just a hunch. (End of this chapter)