As a landlord, Chizuru has no talent, but she has lived long enough.

And time is a huge advantage.

The two swords were like two scammers in his hands, showing off their white poisonous fangs and constantly attacking Cedric's weaknesses.

Fierce as a tiger out of the box.

Yes, the possibilities flowed like stars in Cedric's magnificent sapphire eyes.

The landlord's combat power is surprisingly good.

At least it has the basic knife skills of LV4 and the basic pace of LV3.

The [ritual instrument] in his hand also connects to a special rule, causing additional damage to unclean things.

It’s a pity that I can’t be more pure.

With [Self-time Acceleration] and [Future Vision], Cedric can at least dodge and defend with ease.

Even with his master, Mom C could not help but say, "Although I don't want to disturb your interest, we still have a lot of work tonight and don't have time to watch you perform poor knife skills."

As a godly age, she has seen too many thrilling battles.

For glory and destiny, the descendants of the divine blood fought and glorified each other to please the gods who were above them.

Compared with the battle between them, Cedric and the landlords were not even as good as the young children of Sparta.

In order to survive, those young children will become the most ferocious evil spirits. Although their skills are sparse, blood and death can at least please the audience.

"No." Kuchulin interrupted while eating the takoyaki he had just bought, "It's quite interesting to peck at each other with chickens."

After hearing the comments from the two, Cedric lost interest.

"Life is like a dream of awakening the insects, and it will not stop until the silk is gone. Fly, red butterfly."

The Zanpakura completed the initial solution in Cedric's hands. Xueliang's blade shattered like a reflection in the water, turning into red butterflies between reality and illusion.

Their wings as thin as cicadas' wings carry dreamy and magnificent lives.

According to legend, souls who have not been able to cross the Santu River will grow new flowers on both sides of the Yellow Spring. Flowers bloom like flames, recording the most beautiful lives of each soul, and seducing other souls to fall into it.

"【Sacrificial Vessel】, are you a god?" Qianhe Landlord was surprised and suspicious.

The so-called [Sacrificial Vessel] is the advanced state of [Ritual Vessel]. If a soul who is pure enough is willing to contribute everything to the gods he serves, then the [Ritual Vessel] formed by this soul will transform into a new form under the influence of divine power.

The gods of [Gaotianyuan] call it [Sacrificial Artifact], and [Sacrificial Artifact] is only in the hands of famous and surnamed gods. It is their most precious wealth and will even be passed down from generation to generation, and is called the "Dao Bian" for the return of the gods after the fall of the gods.

The landlord of Qianhe Land has only heard of [Sacrificial Vessel].

However, he did not choose to escape, just like Qianhe did not escape directly even though he knew that the ghosts attacked his divine realm.

Of course this is not the integrity of the gods.

As a landlord, his faith roots come from the small "photography club" in front of him.

If you lose it, you will become a nyora.

The lonely ghosts wandering around gradually disappear without the support of [Wish Power], which is even more terrifying than death.

Even if the gods in this world are dead, as long as their faith is still there, they can rely on [Gaotianyuan] to return from the long river of destiny. This is the only place that looks like God.

Cedric looked at Chizuru who was gradually fighting with himself in his dream, and asked Mom C who was studying Torii next to him, "Did you see anything?"

Mom C touched the red pillar body, and analyzed the magic in her hands one by one. "The barrier formed here is connected to [Gaotianyuan], so when it is broken, [Gaotianyuan] has a sense."

"We wait until those ghosts take action are correct. The ghosts collect the [fairness] of the mortals and the [wish power] of the gods here are the powers of one body and are different manifestations of the power of low-level faith."

"So they do it, it is the internal structure of [pollution], not the [breaking]."

The red butterfly spit out dreamy thin silk threads, wrapping Qianhe Landlord into a cocoon, allowing him to sink into his dream forever.

"Interesting, gods with both sides of ghosts and monsters are no wonder they call themselves eight million ghosts and gods."

Cedric walked into this small photography club step by step, about 20 square meters.

There is only an empty main hall, and there is not even a deputy hall for the priest to rest.

However, judging from the flowers and water they have dedicated, this Qianhe Landlord still has many believers around.

Most of them inherited this shallow belief from their grandfathers, and accumulated from generation to generation, which is quite considerable.

And now these are all my own, saving me a lot of time.

Mom C used magic to carry the ghost and the silkworm cocoon of Qianhe Landlord.

"Have already checked his memory, most gods are born from wishes. Even if ordinary souls or demons collect faith, they will not become 'gods', because the faith they collect is [fear] rather than [wish power]."

While taking magic notes, this is a practice for the caster. The notes of each advanced caster are no less valuable than peerless secrets. He continued, "We still need to analyze the specific principles, but it should not work if we want to replace the other party violently as before."

"Wishes, [ritual instruments], the marriage between gods and man, are interesting." Cedric said with a smile.

He looked at the shrine of the Qianhe Landlord, and a snow-white sword flashed, splitting his divine position in half. "Since it is a god born from wishes, it's okay to have one reborn."

He reached into his heart with his right hand and took out an exquisite holy grail from it.

"I didn't expect to be happy again." The sharp blade in his hand slashed vertically, and the ferocious head of the blue ghost rolled down. The black blood quickly disappeared under the purification of the holy land.

Qinggui's head was wide open, obviously he didn't understand why Cedric suddenly killed him.

"Recycle a scarlet treasure chest, please consult the contractor."

The Lord God's prompt came.

"Huh?" Cedric was a little surprised.

"What's wrong, master?" Mother C, who was flipping through Qianhe's memories, looked up and asked.

"It's nothing, it's just that the main mission has not been completed." Cedric waved indifferently.

He looked at his main mission.

“Complete a retreat.”

In other words, killing a demon at will is not considered "retreatment", it is just "killing".

The prerequisite for ‘retreat’ should be a request, a wish, a mortal wish to expel demons… or gods.
Chapter completed!