Chapter 335

That is, the will of the Old Ones revives in their bodies, and becoming the incarnation of the Old Ones in the future is the ending destined for them in this system.

Whether it is releasing power or repairing the body, it is accelerating this process.

Compared to the former Reinhard, they are the ones who really don't have any possibility of promotion.

Because essentially, their so-called Old Ones system is just packaging themselves into Old Ones.

Once approaching the critical point, they must go to 【Iron Mountain】, accept containment, and fall into a state of neither living nor dying, worse than death.

Their system is said to be strong in combat power and weird in means, but actually it's miserable as hell, with no future and no hope.

And now...

Suoluomen looked at the clear pool water piously.

Holy Spirit.

Not just him, Jiraiya and Orochimaru 15 also had rapid breathing.

Compared to the Old Ones system, their ninja system wasn't much stronger.

Reaching the level of Kage, or the stage called fourth-form or servant-level in the Kingdom of God now.

They felt more and more powerless, and it was hard to see even a little bit of progress in years.

As if without bloodlines, they could only stop here.

That would be fine.

What's even more terrifying is.

After entering the God-Tomb, with crisis after crisis, they sensed something wrong with the system they had cultivated for most of their lives.

The chakra in their bodies seemed to have its own will.

Especially after contacting people from a certain country, understanding possession, understanding fishing, and understanding many web novel settings.

They were even scared pale.

If the ninja system is really someone grazing and raising fish, waiting for the final harvest...

A face that treats all living beings as cattle and sheep instantly appeared in their minds.

Hiss~~

Orochimaru gasped.

Bullshit mutual understanding between people, this is clearly wanting to raise them fat and harvest them?

No.

Magecraft, must cultivate magecraft.

People from other worlds were about the same, each with their own limitations.

At this moment, they all felt awe and longing for the Kingdom of God and the magecraft system.

They all planned to study abroad in the Kingdom of God and spread magecraft back to their worlds.

(Luo Shu: Oops, I became a great power.)

The internet on the scene was surging.

Suddenly.

A scream.

"Holy crap, it stopped!"

People looked over together, and saw the light cocoon wreathed in radiance and surrounded by laws floating up slowly.

Everything was fading, the laws were sinking, and the radiance was thinning.

Even strands of laws and wisps of radiance were constantly spraying out from his body, scattering above the pool water.

As if already overflowing, the limit had been reached.

Slowly, the light cocoon gradually dissipated, revealing the body of the newborn.

The red-haired spirit, like a porcelain doll, opened its eyes, looking around blankly.

But...

People looked at the little radish head who was at most three or four years old, and then thought of the firm youth like a rock earlier, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Is this a success, or a failure?"

Jiraiya asked happily.

"A semi-finished product, I guess, stronger than those close to gods, and not yet a god." Gojo Satoru also hooked his mouth.

They were afraid that their brothers would have a hard time, and even more afraid that their brothers would drive a Land Rover.

Even Jiraiya's broad-mindedness had red eyes just now.

"Sure enough, it's too hard to become a Holy Spirit."

Many people sighed.

Even if the Holy Spirit is just a lower angel, that is an existence at the god level.

Even if Reinhard is a genius born from the luck of an era, how could he succeed easily?

"Not bad either."

On the side of the ancient stone platform, the pure and thin Saint (Luo Shu) reached out and hooked lazily, and sacred light spilled from his hand, forming a magnificent light curtain that swept over.

Throwing the little life form to the shore.

"Essentially, you have already passed the most difficult point and started to transform into a Holy Spirit."

"Starting today."

"For the first thousand years, you will enter the infancy stage and obtain the form of mythology."

"For the third thousand years, you will enter the juvenile stage and truly step into the realm of mythology."

"Only after the thirteenth thousand year will you become a complete Holy Spirit."

Words fell.

The whole scene was silent.

Huh?

Succeeded????

People even ignored the terrifying number with a thousand years as the time unit for a while.

Smiles stiffened on their faces, their gazes even more blank than the little Reinhard on the shore.

Success?

Reinhard, who was smiling bitterly and looking at his small arms and legs, was also stunned.

Huh?

I'm not even in the infancy stage now, what am I? A fertilized egg?

Suoluomen almost couldn't catch his breath.

What the hell.

Just need to grow naturally to reach the ultimate?

Even don't need to be an adult?

As for the three thousand years?

There are several people close to gods here, except for Kagura who took a shortcut by swallowing a god's corpse and only lived for a thousand years, which one doesn't have thousands of years of accumulation?

He has been stuck at the fifth form for almost four thousand years, okay?

And now this brat can reach their ten thousand years of pursuit just by lying down?

Even damn it, can lie into the Old Ones level?

Damn it!!!

Suoluomen clenched his fists tightly, staring at Reinhard's small body, his chest heaving violently.

"Thank you for your favor!"

Reinhard, who was also very happy and was saluting, felt a chill all over his body, and looked back.

Holy crap.

The strong people here, one by one, were staring at him fixedly, their eyes glowing green.

Although he was cut off from the world and lost the dense Divine Protection, his strength was far stronger than before.

After all, the close-to-gods formed by blessing were essentially fourth rank.

And he is now a true close-to-god.

Even essentially an angel in the state of a fertilized egg, fighting across levels is like eating and drinking.

Now, even if the seven great witches of their world were tied together, they wouldn't be enough for him to fight with one hand.