Reincarnation Master

The honorable name is the honorific name given to the great being by the follower.

The name of God is the original name of the great existence, the most powerful and the easiest to get a response!

The Primordial Dominators Fangxian had contacted included the Goddess of Abundance, the existence on the Throne of Wild Hunt, and the King of Twilight.

However, these are all honorable names, not **** names!

At this time, the strange pronunciation he heard made him sure that it was the name of an ancient ruler.

The more I think about it, that name becomes clearer.

Huhu!

The gale whimpered, seemingly afraid of the name.

it is……

...

"I have gone through rebirth and death, but I cannot reach the other shore...

Death is chasing the shadows, and there is no Fanghua and will not perish...

But this psalm will grow and give you immortality..."

Smith chanted the immortal poem aloud.

As the most important content of adventures, this poem undoubtedly has ‘power’.

Persisting in chanting every day, at least he feels that his spirit is highly condensed and sharp, and he can spot the extremely subtle expressions on the faces of people around him.

This made him know that many of his classmates thought he had become ‘weird’ and even friends began to alienate him.

But nothing.

After getting the prophecy of the doomsday, if not for his parents, he would like to drop out of school.

After the daily poem reading part, Smith prayed to the Lost God again: "The Lost God... You are the source of warlocks, the lord of the reincarnation of the heavens... You are the master of catastrophe, the immortal existence, the king of endless time and space! ...Your followers pray for your awakening, your response, and your favor!"

There was no answer to the prayer, which made Smith sigh.

The Lost God lost his true name and fell into a deep sleep.

Therefore, as a believer of the Lost God, a member of the Apocalypse Church, we must try various methods to awaken Him!

Smith has been doing the same thing for this period of time, but it didn't work at all.

"But it doesn't matter. One day, I will wake up my lord."

After Smith finished his prayer, he went out, went to school, went home, and rested like normal people...

Therefore, his parents felt that he had just become withdrawn a little and had no other thoughts yet.

This night, Smith fell into a deep sleep.

Huhu!

In his dream, he heard the call of the wind and the sound of waves hitting the rocks.

A vague call, mixed with many voices, was delivered.

It was a very awkward pronunciation, a bit vague at first, but with the strange and amplified sound of waves, Smith gradually heard it clearly.

Nicholaya!

Although there may be some mistakes and omissions, Smith believes that the pronunciation he heard should be close or similar!

After giving birth to this idea, he suddenly felt that his "Immortal Poem" surged out of darkness, cold and cold, all over his body!

Smith'woke up' all at once.

If the previous state is like having a nightmare, the body cannot move.

At this moment, he woke up all of a sudden and recovered his mobility.

Wow...

There was the sound of sea waves all around, and the air smelled of salty.

Smith was surprised to find that he did not know when he had arrived on an island.

There are so many dark clouds in the sky, it seems that the storm will come in the next moment.

The dark sea water rushed in, constantly beating against the reef.

"If I were you, I wouldn't make a fuss..." A sweet voice came from the side.

Smith looked over and was surprised to find that there were still some people around.

The closest to him is a tall girl with long blond hair and a pair of eyes like azure gems, looking at him at this time: "Do you also believe in the Lost God?"

"Yes, yes." Smith nodded subconsciously.

The girl suddenly burst into a smile that made the teenager slightly disappointed: "Then we are companions. You can call me Vivienne, a scholar who pursues supernatural power. I have explored many supernatural power relics, but found that most of them are Fake, until I touched that piece of pottery..."

"Hello, my name is Smith, why are we here because of the call of my god?" Smith asked curiously.

"No, I'm afraid it's another reason. Did you hear that voice?" A tall, thin man next to him looked gloomy: "That name!"

"Nikolaia?"

Smith asked subconsciously.

As soon as the words were spoken, a storm in the sky came and the storm swept!

"You fool, you don't have the slightest occult knowledge, don't say it!"

The thin and tall man shouted angrily: "The owner of this name may be the enemy of the Lost God... Now, the danger is completely detonated!"

Wow!

The sea level is separated.

One after another humanoid creatures came out of the ocean.

They are covered with scales, some of them are still hung with kelp, and some of their bodies are transformed into fish and shrimp.

"Nico...Raya!"

Their voices were hoarse, as if they hadn't spoken for a long time, but chanting that name, they charged towards the followers of the Lost God!

"what!"

There was a scream.

A believer who was too close to the coastline was directly overwhelmed by an army of scales.

They grabbed him, cut his limbs, forced him to call the name of that great existence, and soon tortured him to death.

That is not an ordinary method of torture, it must contain mental shock and pollution!

"What the **** is going on here?"

Smith roared with soft feet.

"I don't know... but I don't want to be like that, use a spell!"

The thin tall man shouted, chanting the mantra first.

The spiritual coercion of the immortal poem was released, like the tide, impacting the army of scales.

Dozens of monsters in the lead immediately fell to the ground, struggling in pain.

However, more scale people stepped on their companions and continued to attack without hesitation.

Smith stumbling and chanting ~www.readwn.com~ saw a girl named Vivian take out a small knife and stabbed her in the arm.

At the same time, a phantom of a **** bird emerged, spread its wings, and rushed towards the enemy.

Where it passed, there seemed to be an invisible blade slashing across it, cutting off pieces of disgusting scales, giant tongs of shrimps and crabs, and hideous heads.

‘They are all amazing, are they... true believers of our Lord? ’

Smith also casts a spell, but his power is limited and he can only defeat a few monsters.

"Withdraw...too many monsters."

The believers retreated while fighting, and finally came to the center of the island, surrounded by monsters from all sides.

The number of monsters is too much, almost endless.

"Are you going to die? What the **** is going on?"

Smith asked unwillingly.