Give Me the Name of God

Smelling the familiar wine mist, the poet's heartbeat began to accelerate crazily.

Hearing that weird logic, the poet burst into tears.

What belongs to me must be given to me, who else but him?

Milo, an alcoholic who had been wandering around for two years, finally came back.

Shertai could not tell Milo's class, he only knew that the other party was a believer in Dionysus. The wine mist came quickly and thickly, and he was probably around the fourth level.

Dionysus believers are elusive, capable of both close and distant combat, and are very good at local control and interference. Even if the opponent is only level 4, Shelty does not dare to be careless. He is ready to use the rules immediately.

"Here and now, boom!"

As soon as Shelty opened his mouth, he was punched in the nose by Milo. Shelty's nose and mouth were bleeding, and he didn't even see Milo's fist clearly.

Before he could recover, Milo kicked him again. Shelty barely managed to parry. Although he protected his chest, he was still knocked to the ground.

This speed! This power! The class of this Dionysian believer seems to be not below him.

Shelty wanted to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead, and while Milo wasn't paying attention, he whispered the rules.

But Milo didn't give him a chance to pretend to be dead. He pulled out the dagger from his waist and prepared to hit him again.

Shelty rolled and stood up, only to find that the ground suddenly became soft, like a swamp.

After taking two shallow steps, I realized that it wasn't the ground that had become soft, but that my legs had become soft. Shelty was drunk from the mist of wine.

This is one of the most rogue tactics used by Dionysian believers. To fight with him, you have to endure his alcohol mist. The opponent may be drunk, but the Dionysian believers are still in the best condition.

Shelty turned around to run, but Milo stepped forward and kicked him over.

Shelty fought back hard and missed with one punch. His center of gravity was unstable and he hit the carriage.

Mirro added more than a dozen kicks in succession. Shelty had several broken ribs and fell to his knees, as if he had lost the ability to resist.

Mirro raised his dagger, ready to cut his head.

Shertai wailed and said, "Wait a minute, I have a last word."

"Tell me!" Mirro burped. He didn't know that Sheltai was a believer of Cronus, and he didn't know what kind of skills he had. In this world, there were very few people who knew about Cronus' followers.

Shelty took a deep breath. He wanted to activate the sixth level skill and formulate a targeted rule. For example, Dionysus believers could not move, so that he could easily kill the drunkard.

But this drunkard is at level six. The higher the opponent's level, the less binding the targeted rules are. When facing believers of level six or above, this rule will most likely not take effect. Even if it does, it will be difficult to fully implement it. Restrict the opponent's actions.

Moreover, his physical condition is also very bad. He was already very tired and was seriously injured by Milo. He does not have enough physical strength to activate the sixth level skill.

While thinking about it, Milo became impatient. He wiped the saliva from his mouth and said, "Are you done? Leave the unfinished words to hell."

Seeing that the blade was about to touch his neck, Shelty shouted: "At this time, you are not allowed to harm the surrendered enemy. I surrender!"

This is a non-directional ordinary rule, and it is also a common rule on the battlefield. It only requires the use of second-level skills.

Milo was startled and found that his dagger could no longer cut.

What a weird skill. Milo tried it several times, but the dagger couldn't cut Sheltai's neck. It seemed like there was an invisible barrier on his body.

Taking this opportunity, Shelty jumped up, jumped on the horse's back, and the carriage galloped away.

Of course, Milo would not watch him leave. He climbed onto the carriage in two steps and looked down at Shelta quietly on the roof.

He didn't understand Sheltai's skills, nor did he know that skills were limited in time and distance, but he understood Sheltai's words.

No harm is allowed here and now to the surrendered enemy.

This should be some kind of controlling order. As long as you don't violate this order, there are still ways to deal with him.

The alcohol mist around him became thicker and thicker. Shelty felt it was difficult to breathe, and his eyes were burning and tears flowed down his face.

There was a double image of the scene ahead, and no matter how hard Shelty tried, his eyes could not focus.

His body was constantly swaying on the horseback, his skin was severely numb, and waves of heat surged through his body. In the cold wind of late autumn, he even thought about taking off his clothes.

Worst of all, a surge of anger shot up in his head.

A grand duke, a sixth-level believer of the God King, was beaten by a beggar until he was unable to fight back. He escaped in such a mess, but he might not be able to escape.

You can't just leave like this, this is embarrassing the Sheltai family, this is embarrassing the king of the gods!

Shelty wanted to fight back. He was going to stop the carriage suddenly, let Milo fall off the roof, and then make new rules and kill him with one blow.

But when he turned around and saw Milo's sinister smile, Shelty immediately gave up the idea.

The desire to fight back just now was purely a drunken impulse. Once he fights back, he will no longer be among those who surrender, and Milo will not give him another chance to live.

He calmed down now because he was sober. Although the other party was a beggar, his class was not lower than his own. He was seriously injured and there was no way he would stand a chance in a head-on fight.

It's better to find a way to scare him away.

"I have surrendered, what else do you want to do!" Shertai shouted, "You have violated the rules of the King of Gods, and you will be severely punished!"

"The rules of the King of Gods? Are you a subordinate of Zeus?" Milo burped, "Although you surrendered, I didn't hurt you. I just bought you a drink."

Perfect logic, not even Shelty could find any loopholes.

Shelty knew very well how much he drank and could not drink any more or he would fall off his horse.

Seeing that he was a smart man, Milo added: "I abide by your rules, and you should abide by mine."

His rules?

Shelty remembered his words: The man in the carriage belongs to me, and what belongs to me must be handed over to me.

Once you leave the poet, your chances of escaping the Southwest alive will be greatly reduced.

But if you don't give up on the poet, the chance of leaving here alive is almost zero.

Shelty cut off the shaft, abandoned the carriage, and rode away.

Milo did not chase after him, but lifted the door curtain and saw the poet inside whose face was covered with snot and tears.

It wasn't until Sheltai's rules failed due to distance that the poet could speak: "We can't let him escape, catch him! He is related to Manda's territory!"

Milo shook his head and said, "His territory is none of my business?"

I almost forgot about Milo's temperament. Being able to save people is already enough to give him face. Unless there is a special agreement, he will not take the initiative to fight for anyone.

After being annoyed for a long time, the poet suddenly became alert. He hadn't seen him for many years and he still didn't know where Milo stood. In troubled times, it's best to be on guard against each other.

"Why did you return to Qixing Mountain?"

Milo said: "After completing my promotion, I have been wandering around. It was not until two months ago that I received the new contract from Dionysus. The content of the contract is to protect my family until they survive the disaster. Think about how ridiculous this is, My family has indeed experienced disaster. It was a great famine. They all died in that great famine. I don’t have any family anymore. Who else can I protect? I have no other place to go. Think about it. Tom’s wine, I think it’s better to come back here and buy some for free…”

"You have a family." The poet interrupted Milo and took out a badge from his arms, "You are a member of Claude Sai's family. Manda told me that as long as I see you, I will let you Bring the badge."