I Possessed the Sun God

Hello, I am not interested.

Antonio wanted to say this refusal. Although he was not a mage, he would not think that the gods were just slightly more powerful creatures. Sooner or later he would be able to understand the secrets of the gods on the planing platform, just like the ancestors of the Nether Empire. Like many legendary professionals, they don’t look down on the clergy under the gods. In the eyes of many legendary professionals, the clergy under the gods are just parallel imports forcibly promoted by the gods. Once they lose the support of the gods, the profession The level will drop drastically.

　　 But he still doesn't want to transfer to a priesthood.

　　The reason is very simple. Once transferred to a clergyman corresponding to the god, it is easy to be influenced by the god, which will lead to deviations in beliefs, camps, and ideas.

　　The closer to the gods, the easier it is to resemble gods.

　　 "But can I refuse the invitation of a god?" Antonio looked up at the **** who looked like the grandfather next door, and questioned himself in his heart.

The character of the gods cannot be judged by his external image, because the external image of the gods is often changed by him, an image that conforms to the aesthetics of believers, especially many gods whose bodies are not human are in order to spread their beliefs in the human world. It tends to condense the incarnation of a human image.

For example, in the eyes of many believers, Bahamut, the platinum dragon god, is a fledgling young adventurer, but anyone who knows a little about this **** knows that its true appearance is a platinum head with a slender and winding body. Giant dragon.

　　 Antonio thought for a moment, then lowered his head, "Salute you, my lord."

　　 At the moment he lowered his head, Jiang Hao felt that he had some connection with the druid opposite. It was a thread of faith that was so dim to almost transparent that it seemed to disappear at any time.

　　 This is a belief that is more than simple or simple, but for him, it is enough to make contact.

　　 His body grasped this line of faith, and transmitted the divine power into Antonio's body, and what dropped together was the list of divine arts.

　　These magic arts are the magic arts he obtained from his future self in a prophetic way.

　　 The latter felt a sudden drop of divine power from the void and landed in his body. Under this power, his own magic power melted like ice and snow encountered a scorching sun, and replaced by an unfamiliar divine power.

　　 One by one, magic arts appeared in his mind.

'Repelling Pests','Harvest Harvest','Making Chemical Fertilizers','Making Powerful Fertilizers','Summoning Seeds','Seed Splitting Techniques','Intimidating Birds','Deterring Beasts','Great Resurrection Technique' ,'Great Prophecy','Higher Dragon Covenant'...

　　 is really... a gentle god! After Antonio realized the magical technique he had obtained, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes that turned to broken gold.

Generally speaking, the type of magic is more affected by the gods. The magic given by the gods who are in charge of fighting or loves to fight will be more inclined to combat, and the magic given by the gods of non-combat type will be inclined to the auxiliary type, but the gods who are no longer good at fighting. In order to let their clergy have combat effectiveness, they will also develop a large number of magic arts for combat.

But after he changed his job to an agricultural druid, the magic arts he obtained for battle were only ten, and most of the magic arts could only be released after high-level professionals, that is to say, the **** of agriculture The priest (agricultural druid) does not have any combat power before being promoted to a higher rank. It is a purely auxiliary profession, but the kind of auxiliary farming.

　　 This **** wouldn't really be a farmer, Antonio couldn't help but remember that in the second era, a farmer was also a profession.

At that time, farmers not only needed to pick up saws to cut down trees and turn forests into farmland, but also needed to pick up sickles to fight against the beasts, elves, dragons, treants and other races inhabiting the forest. Every piece of farmland that was reclaimed It must be stained with the blood of a foreign race.

　　 It can be said that farmers who use sickles and saws as markers have made a huge contribution to the rise of human races. Without a peasant who took land from aliens and planted crops, there would be no glorious humankind in the later third era.

It seems that it is really possible. After all, the **** was not well-known before he declared the name of the **** to the entire main plane. Many legendary professionals found that this **** appeared suddenly in the process of communication. The traces left on the face are pitiful.

　　 Soon, he condensed his thoughts and asked calmly:

　　 "My lord, I don't know where is our church's sphere of influence? Where is the headquarters? I want to meet with my future companions, by the way, find out what I should do."

　　 "Where the church's headquarters is depends on you." Jiang Hao said with a smile, "Of course, the strength of the church also depends on you."

Antonio:"……"

　　 How do I feel that I jumped into a big pit, and there is a **** standing there intending to bury me.

Jiang Hao also felt that it was a heavy burden for him to put all these things on a legendary professional, and it was too shabby for a church to not even have a demigod~www.NovelMTL.com~ so he decided to find one for Antonio helper,

"follow me."

　　……

　　 In a dilapidated manor on the outskirts of Elmar.

The servants dressed like the outside world are doing the same things as other noble servants, cleaning, cutting flowers, cooking, and guarding the manor, but if you look closely, you can see that this manor is different from other noble servants. , That is, whether these servants are male or female, there is a barbaric and **** temperament lingering between the brows, as if they are fierce people in servant clothes.

　　 In the innermost part of the manor, he transformed into a middle-aged, short, fat man, the **** of flames, wearing a robe embroidered with the coat of arms of the nobility, the **** of flames, Hektos grabbed a piece of roasted golden fat and stuffed it into his mouth.

　　As an indigenous false **** born after being worshipped by the natives for hundreds of years in the natural heart plane, he was very disturbed by this unfamiliar environment after the natural heart plane merged into the main plane.

　　 So he decisively abandoned the large tribe that had sacrificed himself for hundreds of years, and took a dozen of the most pious hominid believers to a more remote place in this main plane to hide.

　　 After finding out the situation of the main plane, he killed a baron, then changed into his appearance and took over everything about him.

Suddenly, Hectors, the **** of fire, paused. He put down the fat, raised his head, looked through the obstacles of the manor, glanced in his sight, showing an empty and silent night, and then stood abruptly. When he got up, the light of transmission flickered on his body.