Give Me the Name of God

　　 This kid lied, he must have another way.

　　 Manda yearns for immortality and does not hesitate to become a monster, but he still hopes that he can live like a human being. In his previous life, being able to walk upright on two feet was his only dignity and pride.

　　 "If I know who my natal **** is, can I still be a believer in him?"

　　 "No!" Manda shook his head decisively, "Those who betray Typhon will completely fall into the abyss of hell, and their souls and bodies will be turned into dust."

　　 "Is there any way I can fool Typhon so that I will not become his believer for the time being?"

　　 "You want to deceive the gods?" Quinta whispered, "Are you crazy? You will kill everyone in the valley!"

　　 "Is there a way to fool the earl and ask me not to sacrifice to Tifeng?"

　　 "No one can fool the earl! He is a believer in the Hundred Eyes Giant, and his eyes can see through all lies!"

　　Manda was silent for a long time, and decided to communicate with Quinta in another way.

　　 "There must be other ways, as long as you tell me, I will catch fish for you to eat."

　　 "Who cares about your fish? Can't I catch it myself?" Quinta looked at Manda contemptuously.

　　 "As long as you are willing to tell me, I will take you to steal Lion Girl's clothes, the most personal one."

　　 "You are too nasty!" Quinta angrily covered the quilt, and stopped talking to Manda.

　　 Living in the Jurassic for more than 80 years, Manda has long forgotten the method of communicating with humans. It seems that he has no possibility of persuading Quinta.

　　 can always think of other ways to immortality, not necessarily relying on these monsters. Manda made up his mind to escape. In the next three days, he formulated a dozen escape plans, but he never had the courage to try.

　　 There are people taking turns at the mouth of the valley to watch out. As far as Manda knows, there are at least six posts. Everyone is much better than himself. Strong rush is equal to death.

　　 Manda stole a red shirt from the Lion Girl and gave it to Quinta. She wanted to find out the location of the tunnel, but Quinta remained unmoved, and told the Sphinx that Manda was beaten severely.

On the eve of the sacrifice, Manda still didn't give up. She still had a hard time with Quinta. Quinta sighed: "Don't think about it, the earl asked me to tell you the process of the sacrifice. After remembering it, I will have a good night's sleep. After the sacrifice, it will take a few days to suffer."

　　 "Okay, I will remember," Manda picked up the pen and turned over the parchment paper full of words, "I'm out of paper, give me two more."

　　 "Why do you have to write it on paper? Just keep it in your heart!"

　　 "I can only remember what is written on paper."

　　 "I will give you thirty parchment papers. You have run out. Do you know how expensive those papers are? What do you remember?"

　　 Quinta snatched Manda's notes, and when she saw the text on it, Quinta was stunned.

"what is this?"

　　 Manda can't write the characters of this world, he writes simplified Chinese characters.

　　 "What the **** is this?" Quinta asked again.

　　 "This is an ancient word." Manda replied deeply.

　　 "I know more than a dozen ancient characters, but I have never seen one like this. It looks a bit like Guero, but it's not that like it. It's almost like pictures..."

　　 "This is..." Manda took a deep breath, decided to find a simple reason, and went over it, "Forget it, I still can't tell you, the gods are still watching from the sky."

　　 "Is this the language of the gods?" Quinta opened his mouth wide.

　　 Manda whispered: "I can't tell you too much, everyone has their own mission."

　　 Quinta covered his mouth, he seemed to know something he shouldn't know.

　　 Can't ask, can't think, can't speculate indiscriminately, that is a taboo belonging to the gods.

　　 He took two pieces of parchment to Manda and narrated the sacrifice process in detail.

　　 Manda is very serious, he is making the last effort, trying to find the loopholes in the sacrifice.

　　 Blow out the candle, Quinta got into the bed and looked at Manda who was sleeping next to him, and he smelled the weird breath again.

　　Who is he? Is what he said true? Are those pictures really the language of the gods? Is he a **** who fell into the world?

　　 Do you want to tell him that way? This will make him take great risks, and even put the entire valley in danger.

　　 But if you don't tell him, would you have to watch the gods fall?

　　 Quinta pulled her few hairs and fell into anxiety and conflict.

　　 After tossing and turning, Quinta finally sat up and awakened the sleeping Manda.

　　 Manda also sat up, and looked at each other for a long time.

　　 Quinta did not dare to speak. The earl had a hundred eyes, and he patrolled every corner of the valley at any time. Although he could not hear Quinta's voice, he could see the shape of Quinta's lips.

　　 Hesitated again and again, he got into the quilt, left one hand outside the quilt, and hooked his finger at Manda.

　　 Manda suddenly realized, no wonder Sphinx's clothes can not seduce him, no wonder he is so passionate about himself, it turns out that he doesn't like women.

　　 Thinking of Quinta's face, Manda resisted a bit, but gritted his teeth and got into Quinta's bed.

　　 "Are you ready?"

　　 "Ready." Manda closed his eyes.

　　 "I only say it once, you have to keep it in mind."

　　 "Uh, it's not the first one... Are you sincere!" Manda was relieved.

　　"This method is very dangerous. There are three possible results for you. The first is the worst result. Typhon discovers your intentions. He is likely to kill you, or even kill everyone.

"The second result is that Typhon did not discover your intentions, but your sacrifice will become incomplete. If you drink his blood, you will gain some divine power, but you will not get the way to become a demon god. Any skill, it means that you failed to enter the ranks and became like me."

　　 "Become exactly like you?" Manda frowned.

"Don't interrupt me, the third result is also the best result. Your prayers have been answered by the natal god. He will protect you so that Typhon's blood cannot be integrated into your blood. Your blood is still pure, and Opportunity to become a believer of the natal god.

　　 In order to be able to recite the name of the natal god, before the ceremony begins, you have to ask the earl to calculate your natal god. "

　　 "You said he wouldn't help me."

　　 "So you have to find a way to plead with him, as long as he is willing to say it, you will succeed more than half..."

　　 Holding a note, Manda envisioned every detail of the ceremony, weighing the risks behind it.

　　 Quinta blinked, comforting Manda: "Don't worry, I will pray to Typhon for you. Even if he finds out, I think he can forgive you."

　　 "Bah, you're a twenty-five boy, would you still dare to pray to Typhon? First think if Typhon will forgive you." Manda sipped Quinta.

　　 "What is the second and fifth boy?"

　　 "It's the betrayer!"

"This is not betrayal. I am a believer in Typhon, but I still have my own natal **** hidden in my heart. This is to obey the will of the heart. How can it be regarded as betrayal... I have taught you the method, how can you repay it? I?"

　　 "What do you want in return?"

　　 "I want Horna's pale yellow dress..."

　　 "The most personal one?"

　　 "Hmm!" Quinta nodded vigorously.

　　 "So you didn't like that underwear, you said it earlier! You shameless!" Manda sipped Quinta again.

　　...

　　 At dawn the next day, the sacrificial ceremony began. The earl took all his men and came to the temple with Manda.

The majestic temple of marble masonry is also built on the cliff. The temple is supported by thirty-two marble pillars. Below the pillars stand various idols, such as Hydra, a double-headed dragon Chimera, and snake hair. The three banshees, and the hundred-headed dragon Ladong...Most of the stone statues of Manda cannot be named, and the stone statues of the Sphinx and the Three-headed Dog are among them.

　　Earl's subordinates displayed their unique skills. The winged monster flew directly to the temple, and the wingless climbed with hands and feet. This is exactly what Quinta did. His climbing method is very similar to that of a monkey. Many basilisks have no arms and legs, but their creeping skills are equally good.

　　 Lucky for Manda, he was carried to the temple by the Sphinx, and the way was not boring at all.

　　 "What hasn't grown up since birth?" Sphinx started her question again.

　　 "It's a stone statue, stop asking me questions, I'm in a bad mood."

　　 "Why is it bad?"

　　 "Because I don't know what kind of monster Typhon will turn me into."

　　 "Don't worry, it doesn't matter anymore, you are already depraved anyway."

　　 "To have eternal life, it is worthwhile for UU to read www.uukānshu.com to become a monster."

　　 "You are still too young. One day, you will regret today's decision."

　　 I am not young anymore, at least my soul is not younger than you. You don’t even know what I’m worried about. Manda closed his eyes and recalled every word of Quinta’s exhortation...

　　 Sphinx put Manda at the door and waited outside with the others.

　　 Under the guidance of the four beautiful priests, Manda entered the temple.

The son of the earth mother Gaia, born before the sun, moon and stars, is older than Zeus. He has more than one hundred snake heads, full of feathers and a pair of wings. His mouth is spouting with unquenchable flames and a majestic statue of Typhon. Standing in the center of the temple.

　　Earl, wearing a priest's robes, stood under the altar and looked at Manda with a smile.

　　 Manda walked to the earl, waiting for the god's choice.

　　 "What else do you want to say?" the count asked.

　　 "I...want to know my natal god." Manda looked at the earl and made the only request.

　　 "Does this matter?"

　　 "It's not important, but I want to know."

　　 Earl frowned, hesitated for a moment, he decided to satisfy Manda's request.

　　 It went so well, and Manda almost screamed out smoothly, could it really be the manifestation of the natal god?

　　 In fact, the earl also wants to know his bloodliness, although it is not sensible to do so, but the special aura on him makes the earl very curious.

　　 "Extend your right hand."

　　 Manda stretched out his right hand, the earl pierced his fingertip with a sharp knife, dipped a little blood, and tasted it in his mouth.

　　 With the smell of blood, the earl chanted a spell and began to divination. After waiting for a long time, the earl opened his eyes and did not give an answer for a long time.