"Mammon, it's rare for you to have such a good believer, but as you are covered in maggots, you will never win the resurrection game in your life. It is best to stay in the River Styx forever, so as not to ruin your teaching. The perfect image in everyone's mind." Plisson couldn't help but shake as he recalled the true form of Mammon he saw in Panditmaninam, the gorgeous girl who could turn into a giant crow at any time and summon billions of greedy insects in an instant. shook his head.
After hearing Jerend's order to release the greedy beast, Frikros turned into a shadow and quickly moved to the deepest part of the underground palace.
"Lord God Envoy, please come with me." Jarend grabbed Pleasant's shoulders and turned into a large ball like Flickros.
"Black rag", the shadow wrapped around Pleasant's body and brought Pleasant directly to an altar inlaid with various gems.
In the center of the altar, there was a rounded circular platform, and a gold crown with black wings was placed in the middle of the circular platform, exuding an aura that made Pleasant feel friendly.
"Is this the false god's crown of the Greedy Sect?"
"That's right." The shadow faded from Pleasant's body and transformed into Jarende's appearance again.
"The part of the wealth authority contained in the Greed Sin Pattern cannot be used normally, nor can it be used as divine authority, but its authority has been embodied in a project called
The ability of "Insatiable Greed", what you need to do, Lord God Envoy, is to try to use this ability to draw out a trace of the authority hidden behind the ability. "
"Okay, I'll try my best." Plisson nodded, and then silently began to activate the ability of the Sin Pattern. The bottle of Dark Spirit Nectar given by Archduke Bellweine happened to be still on him, so he used all his abilities on replicating the nectar. It’s not a waste either.
After Pleasant finished speaking, beast-like roars came from around the gem altar, and four huge greedy beasts revealed themselves in the darkness.
As soon as they appeared, they were tightly tied around the altar by chains composed of shadows, unable to move, and Frikros, who had just disappeared, appeared under the altar at some unknown time.
"The Archbishop and the Divine Envoy, the preparations have been completed."
"After the ceremony, be careful to recycle the Greedy Beast Brain. The precious materials that can be used to cultivate 'Tax Officers' cannot be wasted." Jarend said to Flickros.
"Understood." After receiving the reply, Jarend turned his attention to Plisson in the center of the altar. He gently raised the black-feathered gold crown placed on the round platform, and then placed it on Plisson's head. .
"Master God Envoy, we can begin. Please be sure to follow my instructions."
"Yes." Plisson began to use the ability of the Greedy Sin Mark, and copied the Dark Spirit Nectar on the altar.
As if sensing the aura of the sin pattern of greed, every gem inlaid on the altar gave off a dazzling flash. The golden crown on Plisson's head kept swinging. For a while, Plisson's ears seemed to hear all kinds of things. sound.
These voices are mixed with thanks, mixed with prayers, mixed with requests, and mixed with requests. The threshold for the transformation ritual of the Greedy Sect is not very high, but it is the normal application of magic in the field of wealth, but it is the statue of the two-headed crow. Gained countless faiths.
"Master God Envoy, please empty your heart, temporarily eliminate the noise in your ears, and create the divine body of 'God Mammon' in the spiritual sea." The false god's crown also wants to shape the divine body?
Use faith to pile it up? Jarend's voice directly caused Pleasant's thinking to take a sharp turn. The impression of Mammon's true body in his mind had a direct impact on the current creation of the divine body.
The golden crown on Plisson's head kept shaking, and the greedy beasts fixed by black chains around him were sucked dry of their flesh and blood, leaving behind a pile of thick skeletons.
And all the huge nutrients in their bodies were poured into the shining altar.
"Very good, very good. Lord God Envoy, you have done a great job. Your divine body is perfect, and the false god's crown has completely accepted you." Isn't it perfect? Plissen didn't think much about it. The latent consciousness directly reproduced the image of Mammon.
"Now all that's left is the infusion of power. Please don't stop the copying action, Lord God Envoy." Jarend said while pressing the round platform in the center of the altar with his hand.
The nutrients condensed on the altar were directly integrated into Plissen's body at this moment. Pleasant can definitely feel the rapid growth of his extraordinary power. Although he still has not touched the threshold of the saint, with the injection of nutrients that do not need to be digested, Pleasant is already far stronger than the average high-ranking legend. .
"It's done, it's done." Jarend looked excitedly at Pleasant who was sitting upright. From his perspective, the black-feathered golden crown had completely integrated with Pleasant, and the supreme power in the field of wealth surrounded Pleasant. Li Sen's body recognized the existence of this god.
At this great moment, the God Mammon of the Greedy Sect came back to the world. Jarend held a gold coin tightly in his hand and recited a prayer that he used to recite every day.
"Lord of Dark Gold, Lord of Greed, Lord of Shadows, Wrong God of Greed and Wealth, I praise your nobility, my Lord... please accept my offering." Jerend waited for a long time. The picture came into view again, and the deep shadow emerged from the invisible place, slowly swallowing up the gold coins in Jerend's hand.
And the gold coin that had just been swallowed by the shadow appeared in front of Pleasant intact a few seconds later.
It's just that there seems to be something wrong with Plissen's external image now.
"...Mr. God's Envoy?"
"...What's wrong with you?" Jarend stared blankly at the black-haired girl in front of him who was naked and her smooth body was only slightly covered by the black wings extending from her waist and abdomen. She was stunned for a moment. In situ.
"Is the ceremony over?" Plisson opened his gold and silver eyes, looking at Jerlend who couldn't say a word, with a puzzled expression on his delicate little face like a handicraft. .
"Reply, why are you staring at me?"
"... Lord Envoy of God... You have indeed created a perfect divine body." After finishing these words, Jerlend closed his eyes, made the sign of the cross with his hand, and muttered Some words that Pleasant didn't understand.
"What divine body? I'm not..." Pleasant was about to say something, and then he noticed the flawless little hands in his sight.
When did my hands become like this? The frightened Plisson looked down, and the expression on his face immediately became rich.
Damn it, I have really become mammon.
