Give Me the Name of God

"Give me the name of God (

Manda explained the whole day in various postures, and finally calmed down the lion girl. In the next time, he only needs to do two things, one is to eat and sleep more, to accumulate as much energy as possible, and the other is to supervise the blood blade. Manufacturing speed.

In ten days, the poet made five blood blades for Manda, and Guatle made three. These eight blood blades are very small and the largest scimitar is only a foot long and can be easily placed. In the rucksack.

Manda has no interest in weapons such as swords, these gods can be given to Ogg, he is good at close combat.

In addition to Ogg, I also need to bring Roma. After going there for several days, Roma is very important, and he can beat Ogg.

Manda only wants to take these two people. Taking too many people will not help. On the contrary, it will become a burden.

Everything was ready, Manda asked everyone to wait outside the door, and he summoned the old goat in the room alone.

Pan Shen was wearing a bright red jersey today, majestic and majestic, looking down at Manda, and asked: "Are you all ready?"

Manda nodded and said: "Ready!"

"Where are your food, weapons, and water?"

Manda opened the rucksack, and Pan Shen glanced at it, frowned and said, "Only so much?"

Manda pointed to the door and said: "I only brought a part of it, and the rest is handed over to my subordinates."

"Your subordinates?" The old goat showed his two fangs and smiled. "Do you want to take the subordinates with you?"

"In such a dangerous place, at least let me bring two helpers, two, just two..." Manda smiled dryly while rubbing her hands.

The old goat suddenly lowered his face: "Do you think anyone is qualified to go to that place?"

"This, this is just a plan. I can't even talk about a plan. It's just an idea..."

"Who allows you to disclose the instructions of the gods to others?" The old goat was suddenly enveloped by black clouds, scared Manda back several steps.

It seemed that he could not lead his men. Although he didn't want to take risks alone, Manda dared not to offend the old goat. He quickly admitted his mistake: "I just told them to go to a place, but didn't tell them the purpose and location. Even myself. I don’t know the location. I don’t need help anymore. I’ll get back the food and weapons. Let’s set off now."

"It's too late, stand where you are!" Pan Shen's eyebrows were raised, the corners of his eyes were raised, the upper half of his face looked like a hideous face, but there was a weird smile at the corner of his mouth, "The gate of the underworld has been opened, and you must go on your way now."

"Underworld?" Manda took a breath. "Isn't that the place where the dead go?"

"Do you want to become a dead person?" Pan Shen's voice suddenly became weird, sometimes deafening and sometimes inaudible, "Where is the idol I gave you?"

Manda quickly opened the Styx Island and took out the stone statue that had been promoted to the sixth rank.

"Take this statue of the god, don't lose it, if you want to come out alive!" A biting cold wind came towards you, and countless heart-piercing wailing sounded in your ears.

A dark vortex suddenly appeared in the air, with countless black lines exuding around the vortex, while spinning, pulling Manda's body at the same time.

In the center of the vortex is pure darkness, unable to penetrate, escape, or even tolerate the slightest darkness.

Before being sucked into the center of the whirlpool, Manda clutched his rucksack tightly. This was the only thing he could do.

There is a bag of dried meat in the rucksack, a water sac, five gods, plus the Hermes statue in his right hand, these are all Manda's possessions.

I really shouldn't think about bringing any helpers, the old goat has never allowed himself to form a group, and I blame myself for being so fond of speculation.

This time it was pourable. I didn't bring enough water and food, and I didn't bring all the gods.

The five sacred objects in the backpack are the jumping button, the flameless torch, the four-wing flying mirror, the weightless feather boots and the black crystal given to him by Typhon.

With regard to this crystal, Manda has always maintained a hesitant attitude. He wanted to ask the old goat about its use first, and then consider whether to bring it with him.

But this time he went too hurriedly. He never found the opportunity to ask the old goat for advice, and the old goat didn't seem to notice the existence of this crystal.

Whether you bring it, you can bring one more piece. Accompanied by various endless howls and screams, Manda fell into the center of the whirlpool, into a completely dark world.

This is very similar to Stanley's skills, pure darkness, pure silence, as if there is nothing but nothingness here.

There was a complete description of the underworld in the "Book of Songs", but Manda can't see anything now.

Where is Styx? What about the three-headed dog? Where is the judge? What about the Narcissus Plain? Where's the palace of Hades...

Is the "Book of Carols" fabricated?

This is impossible. As the basic knowledge of ancient gods that has been circulating for so many years, "The Book of Songs" must have its authority. Stanley once used a special sacrifice technique to purchase **** fire from the undead, comparing the narrative of the undead, The record in "Book of Songs" is basically the same as the real situation in the underworld.

Perhaps the eyes of the undead can see the true face of the underworld in the dark, but Manda is also prepared.

He fumbled and unbuckled his rucksack, and first put the stone statue in it carefully. When it was completely invisible, once the stone statue fell, it would be difficult to retrieve it.

He fumbled for a long time in his backpack, and finally found the flameless torch.

This is a blood blade made of the ancient sun **** Hyperion’s bloodstone. It is more than a foot long and shaped like a huge steel needle.

This blood blade has two functions. One is that it can be used as a deadly weapon. As long as it penetrates the enemy's body, it can roast the enemy into dried meat in the blink of an eye.

The second is that it can automatically emit light when shaken three times. It has excellent brightness and does not need to be refueled. It is an impeccable high-end torch.

Holding the flameless torch, Manda began to slowly shake, shaking while thinking about an important question-what is the purpose of God Pan to send himself to the underworld? Didn’t you come to get the sacrifice? Where is the sacrifice? What the **** is it?

After thinking about it, the torch had been shaken in his hand more than a dozen times, but it didn't emit any light.

broken? Is it so broken?

Impossible. I tried it several times last night without any problems. This blood blade was made by Guatle. Whether it was him or the poet, Manda had never doubted the craftsmanship of the master and apprentice.

Could it be that the fetish is not easy to use when it reaches the underworld? What else do you want me to bring them for?

When I was feeling puzzled, I suddenly saw a little light shining in my rucksack.

It was a stone statue. The Hermes statue was glowing. Manda picked up the statue and saw a line of text flashing on it.

I didn't expect that the idol that was originally empty suddenly appeared in the underworld. Is this some kind of magic? Some kind of institution? Or is he under the watchful eye of Hermes?

Expectation is the third type~www.wuxiamtl.com~ If it is under the watchful eye of Hermes, at least you can guarantee your own safety.

That line of text is in Ancient Alantis, and it says: believers who are about to become saints, use your ears to find their way in the dark.

With ears? All by listening?

It's not impossible, but at least there must be a little reference, even if there is a blind male bamboo.

Manda picked up the statue and wanted to take a look at the surrounding environment with a little light on the text. Even if he only saw a little outline, he could find the direction to go.

But the light on the text is too weak, even the fingers attached to the stone statue can't illuminate it.

Even this weak light quickly disappeared. Manda had no choice but to put away the stone statue, concentrate on it, and listen carefully to the surrounding sounds.

There was no sound around, not even a sound of wind, this was pure and terrifying silence.

Manda stretched out his left foot and took a careful step.

clatter!

I heard my own footsteps clearly in my ears.

The sound of footsteps was followed by a short echo, proving that there were walls around.

Manda took a few steps forward, the echo of the footsteps became even shorter, almost indistinguishable, Manda concluded that it was walking in the direction of the wall.

Manda continued to step forward. He was going to walk all the way to the root of the wall, and then walk in the same direction against the wall. Even if the luck was bad, he could find a way out in a circle at most.

But when his fingertips just touched the wall, he heard a hoarse moan.

"Huh~"

He seemed to be a vicissitudes of old man, squeezing a sigh of breath from his throat.

Is there anyone else here?

Manda was taken aback, and was about to withdraw his finger, when he heard a click, there was a sharp pain, and his hand was bitten by something.