The Lord of Reincarnation

The honorable name is the honorific title given by the followers for the great existence.

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

The ancient rulers that Fang Xian had contacted included the Goddess of Plenty, the existence on the Throne of the Wild Hunt, and the King of the Twilight.

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

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

The more I think about it, the more clear that name becomes.

Hoo hoo!

The wind whimpered, and seemed to be afraid of the name.

it is……

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"I have experienced rebirth and death, but I can't reach the other shore...

Death comes chasing after the shadows, without youth you will not perish in withering...

But this Psalm will live on and give you immortality..."

Smith chanted the Immortal Psalm aloud.

As the most important content in the adventure, this psalm undoubtedly possesses 'power'.

Persevering in chanting every day, at least he felt that his spirit was highly concentrated, became sharp, and could detect the subtle expressions on the faces of the people around him.

This let him know that many classmates felt that he had become 'weird', and even friends began to alienate him.

But nothing.

After getting the doomsday prophecy, if it wasn't for his parents' pressure, he would have dropped out of school directly.

At the end of the daily poetry reading, Smith prayed to the God of Lost again: "God of Lost...you are the source of warlocks, the master of reincarnation...you are the master of calamity, the existence of immortality, the king of endless time and space! ...your believers pray for your awakening, pray for your response, pray for your favor!"

There was no answer to the prayer, causing Smith to sigh.

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

Therefore, as believers of the Lost God, members of the Apocalypse Church, we must try various methods to wake him up!

For some time now, Smith has been doing the same thing, but to no avail.

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

After Smith finished his prayers, he went out, went to school, went home, and rested like a normal person...

Therefore, his parents feel that he has just become a little withdrawn and have no other ideas for the time being.

That night, Smith fell into a deep sleep.

Hoo hoo!

In the dream, he heard the call of the wind and the sound of waves crashing against the rocks.

An indistinct call, mixed among many voices, passed over.

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

Nicolaya!

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

After giving birth to this idea, he suddenly felt that his 'Immortal Psalm' surged out a dark, icy chill all over his body!

Smith 'woke up' at once.

If the previous state was like a nightmare, the body could not move.

At this time, he suddenly woke up and regained his ability to move.

clatter...

There was the sound of waves all around, and there was a salty smell in the air.

Smith was stunned to find that he had come to a sea island without knowing when.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and it seemed that a storm would come in the next moment.

The pitch-black sea surged in, beating against the rocks constantly.

"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 was a tall girl with long blond hair and a pair of eyes like azure gemstones. She was looking at him right now: "Do you also believe in the Lost God?"

"Yes, yes." Smith nodded subconsciously.

The girl suddenly burst into a smile that made the boy feel a little lost: "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 False, until I got my hands on that pottery shard..."

"Hi, 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 said with a gloomy expression, "That name!"

"Nikolaya?"

Smith asked subconsciously.

As soon as the words were spoken, the storm in the sky fell instantly, and the storm swept over!

"You idiot, you don't have any common sense of mysticism, don't say it!"

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

Crash.

Sea levels are divided.

One after another, humanoid creatures came out of the ocean.

They are covered with scales, and some of them have kelp hanging on their bodies, and some of their bodies have turned into fish and shrimp.

"Niko... Raya!"

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

"what!"

There was a scream.

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

They seized him, mutilated his limbs, forced him to call the name of the great being, and soon tortured him to death.

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

"What the hell is going on here?"

Smith was a little limp and roared angrily.

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

The tall and thin man shouted, and took the lead in reciting the mantra.

The spiritual coercion of the immortal poem was released, and it hit the army of scales like a tide.

The dozens of monsters in the lead immediately fell to the ground, struggling painfully.

But more scales stepped on the bodies of their companions and continued to attack without the slightest hesitation.

Smith stumbled and chanted a spell, and saw a girl named Vivienne take out a small knife and stabbed him severely in the arm.

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

Wherever it passed, there seemed to be an invisible blade slashing through, cutting off the disgusting scales, the huge claws of the shrimp and crab, and the hideous head.

'They are all so powerful, this is... the real believer of our lord? '

Smith also issued spells, but unfortunately the power was limited and he could 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 directions.

The number of monsters is too many, almost endless.

"Are you going to die? What's going on here?"

Smith asked reluctantly.