I Possessed the Sun God

　　 As a scholar, under normal circumstances, he would not misunderstand this situation, but his mental state is very bad recently, all kinds of crazy and tyrannical thoughts come up from time to time, and his reason is shaken severely.

　　 He used many methods to find the cause, and even borrowed the divine power of the God of Knowledge to find out, but none of them worked. The madness and tyranny seemed to come from him and were part of his consciousness.

　　 It's like, is he crazy?

　　 "Are you afraid of me?" Archbishop Barnes chuckled.

　　Afram Krell did not excuse, and dropped his head.

　　 "Afram Krell, your current class level is 19, right."

Archbishop Barnes said very kindly: "You have to read more books recently, draw strength from knowledge, and raise your class level to level 20 as soon as possible, so that when our lord descends from God’s grace, you can use the power of our lord to make your career. The level is raised to 21, which is the legendary level."

　　 "Hehe, after you become a legendary professional, I will propose you to become an archbishop. Then we will be equal, so you don't have to be so scared when facing me."

　　 I'm not afraid, I just got dazzled...Afram Krell silently defended himself.

　　 Archbishop Barnes coughed and said: "Because of the imminent grace, the guards of Greycastle will be strict to prevent the followers of Cthulhu from coming in and destroying. You are fine and try not to go out."

　　 "Of course, if you have something very important to leave, you can come to me and I will arrange it for you."

　　 "I'm leaving first, remember, read more, knowledge is power."

　　 "Okay." Efram Krell nodded vigorously, looking at Archbishop Barnes's back, suddenly saw a tentacled growing out of him, the tail of the tentacles, it seems that there are narrow eyes?

　　……

　　 Holy Viksima Kingdom, the headquarters of the Church of the Tritheism.

　　 A group of clergymen dressed in artisan-like robes folded their hands on their shoulders, bowed their heads and chanted poems in praise of God in a low voice. The sound intertwined in the church into melodious performances, with the smell of sleep.

Iyetta Cavendil, dressed in a white robe, stood in the center of the rune floor at the forefront, closed his eyes, and opened his mouth to sing a poem of praise to God with the clergy. A circle around him was lit candles. The gray candlelight exudes a peaceful fragrance while shaking,

　　According to the prophecy, he should be coming soon...Iyetta Cavendil sang gorgeous hymns with the clergy, thinking in his heart, becoming more cautious.

　　 Suddenly, a humanoid light and shadow appeared in front of him.

　　The **** of craftsmen!

　　 almost instinctively, he closed his eyes.

　　God, don’t look directly at it.

　　 But at the same time, his thoughts agitated.

finally come……

　　The **** of craftsman finally couldn't help but descend from the void outside the domain, to erode me and turn me into his clone, thereby usurping the authority of ‘steam’.

　　 At the moment the light and shadow appeared, the clergyman with his head down prayed at the same time.

　　 "praise you;

　　 The great artisan god;

　　 The noble father of all craftsmen;

　　 The great protector of craftsmanship and forging. "

　　 Light and shadow quickly rushed towards Iyetta Cavendil after appearing. The latter's opened mouth stopped, and the priest's prayer voice suddenly became louder.

　　 Iyetta Cavendil only felt the light in front of him expand, even if he closed his eyes, he couldn't block the light from flooding his sight.

　　 Then, a country slowly appeared in front of him.

　　 Hard gray slabs, earth-filled blast furnaces, under the blue sky and white clouds, petitioners in the state of souls are doing various things here.

　　 Some of them are sitting and resting, some are sweating, some are laughing and chatting, some are singing in low voice.

　　 This is the kingdom of the **** of craftsmen... Iyetta Cavendil immediately realized where this is. The kingdom opened by the gods in the void outside the territory is the kingdom of the gods to accommodate the souls of believers after their death.

　　 Here, there is no sorrow, crying, or pain;

　　Here, there is no hunger, fatigue, or melancholy;

　　 Here, there is no darkness, death, or despair;

　　 believers can live freely and happily in this country all the time.

　　 "There is no work, no exploitation, no oppression. This may be a paradise in the hearts of believers, but it is definitely not the country I want, and this is an illusion." Iyetta Cavendil was calm.

　　 Suddenly, a gorgeous palace appeared in his vision, and human-shaped light and shadow came out of the palace. An irresistible pressure pressed him from all directions, pressing him down.

　　 All petitioners in their soul states suddenly stood up at the same time, and countless voices spoke at the same time.

　　 "You are guilty."

　　 "You are very wicked."

　　 "To your Lord, our God, pray for forgiveness!"

　　 Voices echoed in his ears, over and over again, constantly washing his soul and tampering with his will.

"I'm guilty."

　　 Iyetta Cavendil closed his eyes, his face filled with regret, "I sin so badly~www.NovelMTL.com~ I pray for forgiveness from the gods."

　　 Following his voice, silently, human-shaped light and shadow came to Iyetta Cavendil, like a ray of light, fused into Iyetta Cavendil's body.

　　His soul, unknowingly, seeps out with the same color as the light and shadow of the human form.

　　 The contours of his face also began to change, transforming into the face of the statue of the God of Craftsman placed in the church headquarters by the Tritheism.

　　 The **** of craftsman, eroded his soul.

　　 But the next moment, Iyetta Cavendil opened his eyes and smiled on his lips, "I caught you."

　　 Before the words fell, the golden light masterpiece, a crown, condensed and formed in the brilliance.

　　 The illusory Seven-fold Heaven Mountain emerges layer after layer from his back, and the endless brilliance is projected from the highest layer of the Seven-fold Heaven Mountain, converging into an ocean of light.

　　 The human figure with blonde hair and golden eyes came out from the ocean of light. He opened his arms and hugged him from behind Iyetta Cavendil, his divine power surged.

　　 The outline of Iyetta Cavendil’s face quickly returned to its original appearance.

　　 "The Lord of Dawn..."

　　 The clone of the God of Craftsman screamed.

　　In an instant, the Lord of Dawn collapsed, and together with him, there were the clone of the God of Craftsman and the illusion constructed by the clone of the God of Craftsman.

　　 In a trance, Iyetta Cavendil returns to reality from the illusion.

　　 He opened his eyes, revealing the golden pupils inside

　　 The clergymen of the Trinity Sect knelt down in preparation, and said piously, "Respectfully welcome the coming of my lord."

　　 Iyeta Cavendil, absorbing the memory of the avatar of the God of Craftsman, followed the pre-determined steps of the God of Craftsman and said, "From now on, I will change my name."

　　 "Artisans and the God of Steam!"