Give Me the Name of God

He made rules for the followers of Hephaestus, which were targeted rules, and such rules should have no effect.

Unexpectedly, the poet couldn't move anymore, which proved that his targeted rules were in effect.

The poet cannot move, but the guards behind him can still move. Unfortunately, the highest of these guards is only second level.

The poet never thought of using guards to subdue Shelty. As long as Shelty sets a rule that only one-on-one combat is possible, no matter how many guards come, they will die.

The second-level believers had no power to fight back in front of Sheltai. They could not even see Sheltai's figure, and died in the hands of Sheltai in the blink of an eye.

Shelty stood in front of the poet and patted the poet on the cheek.

The poet remained calm: "You can kill them, or you can kill me, but you can't leave here."

"Really?" Shelty took off a guard's clothes, put them on himself, pushed the poet in the wheelchair, and slowly came to the corridor.

There are nailed walls, sinkholes, physalis falling from the ceiling, and flames shooting out of the floor in the corridor.

As long as Shelty makes a wrong step, these traps will be triggered in a chain.

But tonight Shelty took more than a dozen wrong steps, and all the traps failed to move.

His rules can actually take effect on traps. There is no doubt that he has become a sixth-level believer.

The poet asked: "When did you complete the advancement?"

Shelty sneered: "Why should I answer your question?"

"I'm just curious, I'm going to die anyway."

"You won't die so soon, but I don't want to hide anything. I completed the advancement three days ago."

"Then why didn't you run away earlier? Why did you have to wait until I came?"

"Without you, I might be able to leave this village, but I can't leave Qixing Mountain."

The poet smiled and said: "As soon as I leave the gate of the cottage, I will shout loudly, unless you kill me, otherwise I will not let you hold me hostage even if you die."

"What a tough guy, let's see!"

After walking out of the gate of the cottage, he saw a group of patrolling soldiers in the distance. The poet was about to shout when he suddenly heard Shertey say: "Tonight, the followers of Hephaestus who cannot move must listen to my orders."

After speaking, Shelty made a sealing movement, and the poet's mouth seemed to be sewn shut. The two lips were stuck together, and he could only make a few muffled groans.

In this way, Shelty pushed the poet and walked smoothly on the mountain road. No one paid attention to the guards pushing the wheelchair. The soldiers only knew how to salute the poet. Even if they did not know the poet, they also recognized the family emblem on his chest. This The family emblem means the highest status and status.

The poet's eyes were bloodshot, and as long as he could move his body a little, he would even commit suicide immediately.

Don't worry, there will be opportunities. The best opportunity will be when Shelty's rules expire.

But who would have thought that until he reached the city gate of Qixing Mountain, the poet would not feel any loosening of the rules.

Shelty's rule time has been extended. Instead of the previous 100% hourglass, it can even be extended to one day and one night.

After leaving Qixing Mountain, Shertai called a carriage for the poet as a servant. The poet was carried into the carriage by him and followed him all the way east.

From late at night to dawn, Shelty lifted some of the rules. The poet could speak, but his body could not move.

He wanted to cut Sheltai into pieces, but he knew very well that he did not have the strength. He wanted to try to find Sheltai's weaknesses, so he asked: "We are already far away from Qixing Mountain, why don't you kill me? "

"Do you really want to die that much?" Shelty drove towards the carriage road. "I heard that Manda's men are all afraid of death. Why are you a special case?"

The poet smiled and said: "Actually, I am also afraid of death. What I want to say is that if I am of no use anymore, I hope you can let me go."

Shelty shook his head and said: "Don't underestimate yourself. You are still very useful. I still have to pass through many villages and towns, Parrot City, and the Crispy Rock Valley. Without your help, I can't return to my own land." superior."

"When you return to your own land, can we get together and disperse easily?"

Shelty smiled: "This is what it looks like to be truly afraid of death. As usual, I should actually give you some encouragement. I should tell you that as soon as you get out of the Crispy Rock Valley, I will let you go, so that you will have less to look for." A little troublesome,

But you are so smart, I don’t have to use such boring tricks. To tell you the truth, when I was imprisoned in that mountain stronghold, when you treated me like a prisoner, when I was helpless in the face of your humiliation and contempt. When I was young, I secretly swore that when one day I could regain my freedom, I would give back everything I had.

You have seen your destiny. I will not let you live well, nor will I let you die happily. You still have a lot of suffering to endure. "

Two days later, the carriage arrived at a newly built post station. As a poet, Shelty took dry food and exchanged horses. The soldiers in the post station saw the poet's family emblem and did not dare to ask any more questions.

On the fifth day, an army came towards him. Amidst the noisy sound of horse hooves, he heard Manda's voice calling the Lion Girl.

His voice was urgent, as if he had something very important to say. It seemed that he already knew the news about Shelter's escape.

The lion girl's voice was a little careless, and only she dared to treat Manda with such an attitude.

And Pluto, and Toca...

Manda is going back to Qixing Mountain, and that section of the wall should be repaired.

my family……

My family is so close to me, but I can't see them.

The poet was sitting in the carriage, his clothes wet with tears, but he could not cry out. His lips were still stuck together, and his throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton.

When Manda's voice gradually faded away, the desperate poet gave up all thoughts and just wanted to find a chance to end his life.

The opportunity finally came.

Before going to bed every night, Sheltai would always make a rule: "The followers of Hephaestus must fall asleep at the same time as me."

There was a loophole in this rule. He only stipulated that he should fall asleep at the same time, but it did not stipulate that he should wake up at the same time.

Shelty was very alert and slept only a short time every night. When the poet woke up, they were already on the road.

More than ten days passed and they were about to reach Parrot City. Shelty seemed too tired. This time he slept a little longer, and the poet woke up before him.

While Shelty was asleep, the rules seemed to be loosened a bit, and the poet could barely move his fingers.

With this looseness alone, it is impossible to kill Shelty. He knows how huge the gap is between the fourth level and the sixth level, and he also knows that his physical condition is not suitable for fighting.

He was ready to summon fire and burn himself to death.

There are checkpoints on every way out in the southwest. Without his own cover, Shelty can never escape. The poet is satisfied to die with him.

Before dying, he silently recited the honorable name of the God of Fire in his heart, and sent himself on his last journey with a poem praising the God of Fire.

Great Hephaestus, you are tolerant and never complain about the injustice of fate. Your incomplete body cannot stop your belief. You use your superb skills to forge heroes in flames for the world. I am your child, I am you. I am willing to run towards your arms and serve the light in the flame with my flesh and blood...

This poem is a bit long. When the poet finished reading the last sentence and was about to attack himself, a beggar suddenly appeared in front of the carriage.

"Can you give me some water?" The beggar woke up Shelty, the power of the rules was restored, and the poet missed the opportunity to commit suicide.

The poet was so angry that he gritted his teeth. This damn beggar came at the wrong time!

Shelty opened his sleepy eyes, looked at the beggar, and handed him the water bag.

The beggar took the water bag, took a sip, smacked his lips and said, "It's too bland, it has no taste at all."

Strangely, the beggar's voice sounded familiar.

Shelty frowned and said, "What does water taste like? Do you still want to drink?"

The beggar smiled and said: "I really want to drink some wine, do you have any?"

Shelty raised his eyebrows and whispered: "Do you want to die?"

The beggar laughed loudly and said: "You will die if you ask for a drink. You are really stingy. I am a generous person. I have wine here. Do you want to drink some?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a thick mist of alcohol hit his face.

The pungent smell of alcohol made Shelty dizzy. He looked at the beggar in astonishment: "Who are you?"

The beggar smiled and said: "You don't need to know who I am. The man on the carriage belongs to me, and the things that belong to me must be handed over to me. Do you understand?"