NOVEL NEXT Chapter 144: The One Summoned is Not the Ancestor of the Sword! It's a Terrifying Great Demon!
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Evil Dragon Lance was puzzled, had he turned into a light and returned to his true body, and could a human little girl still see him?
Oh, it turned out he hadn't turned into light to return to his true body and was still perched on the statue of the Evil Dragon Sword Ancestor. Just now, he subconsciously wanted to leave, merely causing the statue of the Evil Dragon Sword Ancestor to spin around.
A mistake.
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It wasn't his fault, it was his first time descending onto his own sculpture... Not being able to come and go as he pleased was normal, after all, he wasn't a real deity.
What a mess.
The swordsmen of the Human World were too reckless, he had only impulsively left behind the Four Realms of Sword Path, did these fellows really need to worship him?
Not only did they worship him, but they had also deified him...
Thinking back now... the auspicious cloud condensed from golden threads... must be the power of faith...
The incessant mutterings on the golden threads were the devotees of the Evil Dragon Sword Ancestor praying to him.
Considering the situation at hand, it seemed to be the case.
As for the specifics... he would need to follow the golden threads to be sure.
A god born of faith.
This was a path he had never considered, to be precise, he had no obsession with godhood.
If he were obsessed with becoming a god, he wouldn't have thought about letting the dragon whelp inherit his legacy.
As a pureblood dragon, living for ten thousand years without a disaster was no problem, and with his knowledge of health preservation, living for fifteen thousand or even twenty thousand years... probably wouldn't be an issue either.
Under such circumstances, whether or not he could become a deity was fundamentally unimportant to him.
Having lived for so long, sometimes one really could grow tired of life.
Take for example.
The Valkyrie.
As a divine Valkyrie, she would ponder coming to the Human World to experience the bittersweetness of life when she had nothing else to do.
What does this indicate?
It indicates that even as a deity... one could get bored.
The Human World... no... the majority of powerful beings on the continent might hope to become deities relying on the power of faith as their lives approached their end.
However, this majority didn't include this Black Dragon...
This Black Dragon couldn't muster the slightest interest in becoming a god through faith.
Gods who became divine through the power of faith had their limitations...
Not as good as deities who amassed Divinity and ignited the Divine Fire through their own strength.
Deities were ranked too.
A deity who became god through the power of faith... might even rank lower than a lesser deity under some high god...
The power of faith might be useful to a high god, but without it, a high god remained a True God.
But a deity who became god purely through the power of faith... once the power of faith was lost, their strength would diminish day by day, and when everyone forgot about them, they would disappear along with the faith that made them gods.
Such deities... might not even match up to the Grim Reaper of Hell.
The Hell Grim Reaper held an official divine position, after all.
As for the power of faith in his mind... it wasn't enough to make him a deity.
Upon returning, he had to consider how to erase the power of faith from his mind... or see if it had other uses.
For now... he had to ponder how to get back.
Evil Dragon Sword Ancestor's divine presence?
An illusion, it was the wind that made the statue of the Evil Dragon Sword Ancestor spin around.
"Ancestor of the Sword, please wait!"
The moment Caroline brought out the statue of the Evil Dragon Sword Ancestor and it began to walk away, Aria was wildly ecstatic.
The legendary Evil Dragon Sword Ancestor had manifested!
The Evil Dragon Sword Ancestor truly responded to Caroline's prayers!
Aria was frantic, she had been reminding Caroline for half a day and that foolish girl had not reacted at all. If this continued, the Ancestor of the Sword would leave.
Not waiting any longer, she picked up her magic wand, jogged a few steps, caught up with the Evil Dragon Sword Ancestor, slid into a kneel, and fiercely hugged the statue's legs.
"Ancestor of the Sword, take us with you!"
Aria was both excited and scared, her hands sweating as she held onto the legs of the Evil Dragon Sword Ancestor's statue.
The statue of the Evil Dragon Sword Ancestor... was it something she, a meager Flame Origin Mage, could hold?
She wasn't even a devotee of the Evil Dragon Sword Ancestor...
But no matter, she wasn't a devotee before today, but after today, she would be!
If she could leave the Twilight Grand Canyon alive, she would join Caroline in prayers to the Evil Dragon Sword Ancestor from now on!
In her future adventures, she would be as smart as Caroline and carry along a statue of the Evil Dragon Sword Ancestor.
Who would have thought that the Evil Dragon Sword Ancestor, alive only in legends, would truly become a deity.
In her understanding, only those strong enough to become deities could respond to the prayers of their devotees.
The Ancestor of the Sword... had personally descended to protect her, an insignificant student of the Swordsmanship Academy!
Snapping back to reality after "witnessing the divine presence of the Ancestor of the Sword," Caroline hastily ran to the front of the statue, knelt on one knee, and pried Aria's hands off the legs of the Ancestor.
"Let go, don't dirty the statue of the Ancestor of the Sword."
"I won't let go! If I do, the Ancestor's statue will run away..."
A robust warrior also hobbled to the front of the Ancestor's statue and knelt on one knee.
Despite the Pharmacist treating his leg, it wouldn't heal right away; the extraordinary elixir concocted by the Pharmacist... its efficacy wasn't strong enough to instantaneously heal his wounds.
Moreover, the wounds on his leg and arm were still being corroded by a dark power, he needed to return to the academy promptly for a teacher to purify his wounds with Light Magic, ridding him of the dark force eroding them.
"We welcome the Ancestor of the Sword, please save us, Ancestor of the Sword."
"We welcome the Ancestor of the Sword, please save us, Ancestor of the Sword."
The Pharmacist knelt beside the warrior and repeated the warrior's words.
Lance was surveying his own statue, which was painted, dressed in a white gold robe, with arms embracing a sword, gazing into the distance.