"See that? That's the Preacher's staff, the source of all the Preacher's power."
"Whoever possesses it will become the new Preacher."
"And this is what I earned through my own hard work and loyalty!"
"Even without Qin Dog's Soul Orb, our ordinary clones can still rise above others!"
"..."
The Believer Clone stands on a high place, holding a staff high in his right hand.
Surrounded by a group of clones, he was delivering a passionate speech.
Big Black, who had just returned, lay in the corner, tilting its head and curiously watching this group of inexplicably crazy creatures.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh--
The clones clapped continuously.
"Well said!"
Can I touch it?
"Damn it! You can touch me, but don't stick your tongue out! How are the next person supposed to touch me?"
"It's okay, it's just my buddy's saliva."
"Damn it! Why didn't the evil god beat you all to death just now?!"
"..."
The cane was passed back and forth among the clones.
Even when Qin Ze returned, no one noticed him.
"Cough cough cough~" Qin Ze coughed a few times. "I'll go back to my room to absorb the Preacher's Relic first. I'll deal with this cane when I come out."
The Believer Clone tall with his chest puffed out, like a rooster that had snatched a hen.
He waved his hand. "Go on, go on, I'll keep an eye on things here."
Qin Ze twitched the corner of his mouth. "You're the one I'm most worried about."
Afterwards, Qin Ze carried Miss Sword Case upstairs.
Back in familiar surroundings, Miss Sword Case left Qin Ze's back and flew around the room a few times merrily.
" Qin Ze, can I discuss something with you?"
A moment later, Miss Sword Case stopped at the table.
Qin Ze, who was about to absorb the Relic, paused for a moment. "What do you want to discuss with me?"
Miss Sword Case hesitated for a moment. "Um... could you please not use me as a weapon?"
"I'm not afraid of pain, I really am not afraid of pain, it's just... it's just that all that junk stuff getting on my body is really disgusting."
So that's what it was about.
It seems that today's battle with the Preacher has left Miss Sword Case with a great psychological scar, especially those swarming, bursting insects.
Qin Ze said calmly, "The third rule of our three-point agreement is that you must help me without harming your interests."
"I only occasionally use you as a weapon; it hasn't jeopardized your safety or other interests."
"So I can't agree to your request, after all, we signed a contract."
"While I sympathize with you, we have to uphold the spirit of our contract, don't we?"
Miss Sword Case was immediately dejected, and the entire Sword Case became listless.
"Oh."
Seeing the other person listlessly fly towards the bed, Qin Ze suddenly spoke up, "Actually, you can consider this from a different perspective."
Miss Sword Case turned around, looking puzzled, and asked, "What angle?"
Qin Ze temporarily put down the Relic he was holding and began to comfort the "little one".
Miss Sword Case found the weapon very useful and didn't want to lose it.
"With your help, my battle went much more smoothly, and I was able to survive the fight unscathed."
"Only if I live can I lead you to the Land of Origin."
"So every time you fight alongside me as my weapon, you take a step closer to the Land of Origin."
Miss Sword Case paused for a moment, then became lively and energetic again, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
After circling the room a few times, she said confidently and earnestly to Qin Ze, "From now on, please feel free to use me as you see fit!"
Qin Ze smiled and said, "Of course, after all, we're best friends."
Miss Sword Case said firmly, "That's right, my best friend!"
After dealing with the Miss Sword Hero, Qin Ze was finally able to absorb the Relic.
Unlike the Relic he had encountered before, the Preacher's Relic resembled a piece of ancient ice.
Even with his physical body, which was comparable to that of Level Nine Martial Artist, he could feel the bone-chilling cold emanating from it.
As the Source of God was activated, the golden Divine Markings on Qin Ze's palm gradually spread and covered the Relic.
Immediately, the Relic transformed into a glittering golden stone, which was being rapidly absorbed by the Divine Markings.
Miss Sword Case noticed this scene.
Although she didn't know exactly what had happened, she simply watched quietly without making a sound.
A few minutes later, the Relic were completely absorbed.
Qin Ze slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air.
The progress bar for the Source of God has increased again, from 55% to 60%.
Qin Ze sighed.
The further you go, the harder it is to gain "experience".
If this Relic of the Preacher had been placed at the very beginning, it could have caused the progress bar of the Source of God to surge by 20% to 30%.
Looking at the Annihilation Relic in Qin Ze's hand, Miss Sword Case asked curiously, "Did you eat it?"
Qin Ze nodded. "More or less."
Miss Sword Case thought to herself, "Wow, that's impressive!" She thought to herself, "She truly is my best friend."
After absorbing the Relic, the next step was the part Qin Ze was most looking forward to: reading the diary.
He took out the Chronicle of Time in front of Miss Sword Case.
Since the Chronicle of Time has a built-in anti-peeping function, he is not worried that the Sword Case will see its contents.
He personally experimented with the Zi Yue back then.
Although it was written in Spirit Language, no one except Qin Ze could understand it.
Qin Ze put his finger to his lips, moistened it with saliva, and flipped it to the spot he had seen before.
What is that crooked drawing on it?
Miss Sword Case, filled with curiosity about the Divine Chronicle of Time, looked at it for a while, but found she couldn't understand it at all. Disappointed, she flew back to her bed and crawled around like a caterpillar.
Qin Ze's lips curled up; just as he had expected.
thump thump thump--
As the knocking sounded, the Believer Clone pushed open the door and poked half its head in.
"Are you done yet? My brothers are all waiting downstairs for my transformation!"
This guy looked impatient and couldn't wait to try out the Preacher's power.
Qin Ze's face darkened. "Get lost."
"Okay!"
The clone immediately retracted its head and closed the door behind it.
Qin Ze turned to the next page of the Chronicle of Time, praying in his heart, " Old Huang, less filler, more useful stuff."
[Year 2450 of the Divine Calendar]
The all-out war between the gods and the Strange Beast God has begun.
Every day, dozens of worlds are either affected by war or completely destroyed.
The situation took a dramatic turn for the worse, and the scales of victory irreversibly tipped in favor of the Strange Beast, causing the gods to suffer a series of defeats.
To combat the Strange Beast, more and more creatures from around the world are being conscripted into the army, half of whom are second-rate martial artists.
[Even those worlds were still primitive societies]
Can such a war really be won?
Qin Ze could tell that the gods were truly at their wits' end.
Faced with the sheer number of Strange Beast, the only option is to send more world life forms to their deaths as cannon fodder.
In the power struggles of the big shots, the small characters have no choice.
A clean and simple death would be the best outcome for them.
Qin Ze sighed and turned to the next page.
[2455th year of the Divine Calendar]
I've been imprisoned.