Give Me the Name of God

This chapter is a key chapter of the whole book. I hope you readers will not miss the details.

Manda came to the poet's room. The poet was still the same, except that his beard had grown a lot, and there seemed to be no other changes.

After taking over the gold skeleton balance, the poet did not use it rashly like Guatell, but carefully studied the structure of the balance.

After studying for three days, nothing was found.

Then he began to study the material of the balance, and after three days, he still found nothing.

Next, he prayed to Hephaestus. Three days later, he received the oracle and was scolded by Vulcan to doubt his life, but he still had no gain.

On the tenth day, the poet who had nothing to do with it took a piece of bread on the tray of the balance, and finally there was a change.

All his previous efforts were laughed at by Guatel for a long time.

Today, he made the same demonstration in front of Manda. He put the bread on the tray on the right, and waited for a moment when a magical scene appeared.

The palm bone on the right began to move slowly, holding the bread.

The crossbar of the balance tilts to the right by gravity.

Tilted to a certain level, and then began to tilt to the left.

The crossbar is like a seesaw, with its two ends undulating alternately, and the golden bones made a crisp crashing sound.

Kali, Kali, Kali...

The fluctuations became smaller and smaller, and the balance returned to balance.

The bread held by the right hand gradually disappeared, and an ocher smoke rose from the tray on the left.

Smoke burrowed into his nostrils, and Manda shivered.

The poet asked: "What smell do you smell?"

Manda thought for a long time and said: "There is the smell of mud, there is also the smell of flames, and..."

The poet said: "Is it a smell of divine power? It's like the peculiar smell on the gods and blood stones..."

God fetish and **** blood stone? Different gods and **** blood stones have different smells!

The poet seemed to know that Manda would have such a question. He took out two bloodstones of the gods and handed them to Manda first: "This is the bloodstone of the gods, you can smell it first. There are sweat and dust on it. odor."

He handed Manda another blood stone: "This is the blood stone of Zeus, with the smell of rain and gold on it."

Sweat and dust do have a smell, rain has a smell of soil, and does gold smell too?

Manda remembers that the poet is not so sensitive to smell, is he stunned?

The poet looked at Manda expectantly: "You smell it carefully, your sense of smell is so sensitive, you can definitely smell it, their smells are different, but there are many similarities."

Manda took the two **** blood stones and smelled them several times, and the expression on his face showed complicated changes.

Disdain and helplessness disappeared, replaced by surprise and sigh.

The poet is right, different **** blood stones do have a common smell, but I have never noticed it.

How can you describe this smell?

soil? dust? flame? rust?

It seemed to be an unfamiliar smell, and it seemed that all the smells were mixed together.

Manda was still in a daze, and the poet took back the two **** blood stones and put the **** blood stones of the gods in the tray on the right side of the balance.

The finger bones moved, and slowly grabbed the blood stone of the gods.

The bars of the balance undulated again, and the crisp bone crashing sounded again.

When the balance was restored, the blood stone disappeared, and a drop of red liquid was suspended above the tray on the left.

"What is this?" Manda said in amazement, "Is it the blood of the gods?"

The poet shook his head and carefully held the drop of liquid with his palm.

"You are right, and not all right. Since I entered the ranks, I have received four promotions. I know the smell of the blood of Vulcan, and his blood carries the breath of flame. I have also seen other believers' promotion. Ares' blood has a smell of iron, Aphrodite's blood has a special fragrance, Circe's blood has a medicinal smell, and the blood of each **** has a different breath."

Manda rubbed his temples and thought for a long time. He didn't remember the breath of Hermes' blood. The promotion process was both excited and nervous. He hadn't paid attention to this detail.

The poet stared at the drop of bright red blood, with excitement on his face: "The breath of the blood of the gods is roughly the same as the blood of the gods, but what is the smell of this drop of blood?"

Manda leaned forward and sniffed. The drop of blood had been suspended in the palm of the poet. Manda was really worried that he might **** the drop of blood into his nose if he tried too hard.

He smelled it carefully for a long time, and couldn't help being shocked.

This drop of blood had the smell just now, the inexplicable smell, the smell that mixed all the smells, but the original smell of rain and dust was gone.

"Smell it carefully again. Does it taste the same as the pure blood stone?"

It is the same?

What does the pure blood stone taste like? I haven't noticed it before.

Manda took out a pure blood stone from the Dragon Island and sniffed it.

The taste is very similar, it should be exactly the same.

Manda wanted to verify it carefully. He put his nose to the drop of blood again, the poet's palm suddenly rose, and the drop of blood got into Manda's nostril.

"Are you crazy?" Manda jumped up.

I was really afraid of what would come, Manda used his nostrils to squirt, but the drop of blood just couldn't come out, it seemed to have melted into Manda's blood.

Manda was furious: "What are you doing? Do you know what this is? Do you want to kill me?"

The poet lowered his palm and slowly explained: "Patriarch, please calm down. I will never harm you. I have used this balance to transform dozens of bloodstones, and the blood that has been transformed has been swallowed by me. I am also worried that there will be danger, but in fact, not only is there no danger, but my strength has been greatly improved.

This drop of blood is the same as the pure **** blood stone. It can speed up the speed of practice, but it will not cause loss. I think there is no possibility of further promotion for this life, but after devouring the **** blood dozens of times, I found that Tier 4 The road of cultivation is over. I already have the conditions to be promoted to Tier 5. This balance can transform the blood of the gods into pure blood of the gods. Do you know what this means? "

What does it mean? Manda couldn't figure it out, he couldn't calm himself down.

I just inhaled an unknown object. How do you calm down?

Isn't it poisonous? Won't you go crazy? Doesn't change the divinity? Will you not be lost?

Guatel is right, the poet has changed a lot, and he dared to do such a thing to Manda! Manda could hardly recognize him anymore.

Manda jumped up and down in the room, until his clothes were soaked with sweat, he found a chair and got down.

There is a flow of heat surging in the body, it is indeed the feeling of eating a pure blood stone.

The poet's inference is correct, this is a drop of pure blood.

But why does the **** blood stone become pure **** blood? Why did the bread turn into yellow smoke?

What exactly is the function of this balance?

The poet said: "At first I did not notice these trivialities. In the process of constantly devouring the blood of God, I discovered these details. My thoughts became clearer and clearer enough to sort out all the details. I found this The balance will turn all the items into their original form."

"The original look?" Manda picked up the remaining piece of bread and said, "Could it be that the original appearance of the bread was a cloud of yellow smoke? The original appearance of the bread was obviously wheat!"

"Wheat is not the original shape. What is more primitive than wheat?"

"More primitive than wheat...wheat seed? Isn't that still wheat?"

"It's not the primitive you imagined, it's the primitive of everything!" The poet looked excited, "Remember the book that you showed Quinta only pictures? On the first page, there are two atmospheres, natural and yellow. Blue, there are three black **** and one red ball. This is the beginning of the whole world. The ocher is the most primitive form of bread. Flour, wheat, all plants and animals are all transformed from the most primitive atmosphere. ."

Manda recalled the painting and understood the poet's meaning somewhat.

The most primitive appearance can be traced back to the beginning of chaos.

The first picture in that book should be about the beginning of chaos.

The poet said by saying: "The most primitive world consists of breath, darkness, and blood. This balance turns everything into the most primitive form. The bread turns into breath, but the blood is still blood, and the blood is the red one. The ball, the blood flows on the body of the gods, they have different divinities, and therefore have different breaths, and when they are restored to the most primitive appearance, they will become the purest blood."

Manda pressed her eyebrows tightly, and the explosion of information made his head a torn.

"You came up with this?" Manda felt that the poet was even more strange.

"Of course not," the poet shook his head. "I don't have that kind of wisdom. I was crazy about it, and I was crazy about it. One night, I found myself exploring knowledge that mortals shouldn't explore, and my thoughts began to lose control. I finally chose to commit suicide."

Manda stepped back a few steps.

What does it mean that the poet chose to commit suicide? Could it be that the one talking to me in front of me is...

The poet waved his hand and said, "Don't get me wrong, I'm still alive. Quinta saved me. He came to bring me a drink and grabbed the knife in my hand."

As he spoke, the poet tore open his shirt, revealing a scab wound on his chest.

"If I stabbed deeper, you might never see me again."

Manda shook his head and said: "This is impossible. Quinta has no way to stop you. He hasn't reached the stage yet, and your strengths are too far apart."

The poet shook his head and said, "I don't know why. Quinta always has a softening power. He calms me down. He and I study this balance."

"So these inferences come from Quinta?"

"I think so, but Quinta said, all this comes from Tianping, and Tianping himself told him all this."

Manda covered his eyebrows again. He now understands why poets have thoughts of suicide. Some knowledge is indeed not something that mortals should explore.

"Where is Quinta now?"

"He is delving into ancient books."

"Didn't I seal up the ancient book?"

The poet pursed his lips and said: "You know that there are some things that you can hardly stop, especially when you are away. No one can stop Quinta's obsessive inquiring heart."

"I have to take Quinta away, I have to burn the book, I have to finish the promotion quickly, and quickly hand over this balance to Hermes. This is too evil..."

Manda was about to get up~www.readwn.com~ suddenly felt dizzy, the poet hurriedly helped him sit down: "I know this feeling. On the night I committed suicide, this feeling was extremely strong. You should take a rest first. , Try to meditate quietly, try to calm your mind."

Relying on the sixth-order divinity, Manda constantly adjusted his state, feeling a little recovered, he stopped his gaze on the tray of the balance.

Is this a divine object or a divine beast? Manda feels that this thing is alive!

He gently stroked his finger bones, and a question suddenly appeared in his mind: "Whose skeleton is this anyway?"

Manda was thinking about it in a trance, but didn't realize that the finger bones were gathering one by one, and he was about to grab Manda's finger.

The poet sitting aside was shocked, and quickly pulled Manda's hand back.

Manda shook his head and came to his senses. He took a few breaths and said, "What happened just now?"

"Your finger was almost caught by the tray."

"What happens if I get caught?"

"I don't know what will happen, but it will probably disappear."

Manda was terrified, he almost lost a golden finger.

Since he came to this world, for the first time there was something that could threaten his golden finger.

It's too evil and must be handled properly.

"I have to seal it in the island of Styx. Before I get promoted, no one can..."

Halfway through, Manda's throat got stuck.

The poet looked horrified and said: "What's wrong with you? What is choking on?"

It's just this time, it's just this time!

Manda was holding his throat, his face flushed, and with a violent cough, a huge pearl was sprayed out by him.

The pearl flew to the tray on the right, and was firmly grasped by the phalanx.

The bar undulates up and down until it is stable, and the pearls in the tray disappear.