I Possessed the Sun God

When it was getting dark, in a tavern, two orc slaves with heavy chains on their feet and hands were drinking from a large bowl, and the chains rattled while talking and venting their dissatisfaction.

To be precise, it was a young orc who vented his dissatisfaction, and another whitish orc was listening.

The young orc drank a sip of rum like a cow, and yelled angrily, "Damn Archduke Cotel, even told us orcs to believe in the **** of dreams. Great orcs will never succumb to him and dedicate their faith. To that **** of dreams."

Orcs have believed in the orc gods since they were young, the main **** Geusch, the brave **** Bagch, the barbarian **** Inav, the **** of reproduction Rusek, and the **** of shadow dancer Sags.

These gods are the gods that every orc has come into contact with from the beginning of self-awareness. When the orcs reach adulthood, they will choose one of the gods as their main belief.

So how could he give his faith to the **** of dreams.

"But Archduke Cottle said that as long as you believe in the **** of dreams, you won't need to be shackled in the future," the whispered orc whispered, "and every orc who goes to pray will be given a year's ration."

The monstrous anger of the young orc suddenly withered, and he stammered, "But even so, we can't insult us orcs like this."

"The problem is that he also said to give rum that can drink for a full year."

The young orc closed his mouth and stopped talking.

Orcs are never slaves, but if you give them food and drink, I'll say something else.

After drinking enough, the young orc returned to his home drunk.

It was a small house with only one small single room. After a bed was placed in it, the remaining space could not fit even the place for cooking.

After he returned, he lay on the bed and fell asleep snoring.

Gradually, he came to a strange place.

It was an endless darkness, there were no stars hanging high in the sky, and there was no earth that people could step on, just like the void outside the domain.

In the darkness, a temple gradually emerged.

The temple is huge, so huge that he, an orc of 2.5 meters, standing in front of the temple, feels like an ant crawling on the ground.

Supporting the temple are many grayish-white stone pillars, and the floor seems to contain all the colors of the chaos.

As this temple emerged, many people appeared in the endless darkness.

Some of them stood in the temple, and some stood in the dark and walked toward the temple.

The young orc glanced around and saw a familiar orc, and immediately shouted happily, "Mr. Baldner."

The orc named Baldner heard someone calling him, and when he turned around, he saw the young orc and immediately laughed, "It's Bakar, are you here too?"

Bakar is the name of this young orc. Like him, he is a slave who was transported here. Because everyone is an orc, he usually takes good care of him and is more intimate.

I didn't expect to see Bakar here.

"Mr. Baldner, do you know what place this is?" Bakar asked after giving a strong hug to Baldner.

"I just came here not too long." Baldner said to Bakar, "but I heard others say that this is a temple built by Archduke Kotel in the dreamland, which can communicate the dreamland of others."

"All those who believe in the **** of dreams, every night after falling asleep, come here to pray to the **** of dreams and pray for the **** of dreams to come."

"By the way, the time for prayer is about to come. If you have anything to do, wait until the prayer is over.

When Bakar heard that he did not resist, Bardena pulled in.

Soon, there were waves of neat prayers inside.

"Perth the omnipotent almighty, the great **** who rules dreams, we pray for your gaze to come, pray for your power to come, and give us infinite brilliance..."

The unanimous prayers floated out of the temple, shook in the darkness, countless pure white light spots quietly emerged, and then, as if attracted by something, quietly sank into the void.

"Is this the power of faith?" Hidden in the dark colors, a mage wearing a gorgeous mage robe and holding a staff made of mithril in his hand almost formed a rushing river. The light spot, could not help but sigh.

"In the dream, these beliefs will actually manifest themselves?"

The kingdom of the gods on the main plane hangs high, the brilliance of the gods has always been shrouded in the heads of all races, and it has not faded, and the mages have been studying the secrets of the gods since the Netheril Empire.

Like the secrets of gods relying on absorbing faith to obtain divine power, although they are not as bad as the streets, it is not necessary to say that they are more confidential.

It's just that faith is intangible and innocent. He can't even see the demigods who spread the faith, and the non-true gods can't see it, so it was the first time that he saw what faith was like.

"Will the **** of dreams come this time?" A majestic, muscular orc looked bored at the temple in the distance.

Every night when the temple is opened, they will come over and wait for the rabbits, but it has been half a month, the **** of dreams has not come once, and there is no response to the believers, making him deeply doubt that the **** of dreams will really be attracted. ?

"Don't worry, be patient."

Cottle, who killed a Principality and successfully inherited the position of the Grand Duke of the world, said lightly, "I can't eat hot bread if I am impatient."

"I have a hunch that he will come today." A man wearing a white robe with a pocket and completely hiding his face in his hood threw a gold coin high and said slowly.

As soon as his words fell, the mage holding the whole staff made of Mithril became angry, "You prophesied the **** of dreams?"

God ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ cannot predict.

Any prophecy against God will be wrong.

Moreover, once someone makes a prediction to a god, the corresponding **** will be induced to predict who is prophesying himself in the opposite direction. Therefore, to predict the god, to some extent, it is equivalent to exposure.

After the mage finished speaking, the others stared at the guy in the white robe in unison, with displeasure in their eyes.

If it's because of this guy that makes the **** of dreams vigilant and can't survive, they have to kill this guy.

"No." The white-robed man shook his head, "I just predicted my luck today, and my prediction tells me that my luck today is very good."

As soon as his voice fell, a huge light emerged, tearing this endless dark world apart, and illuminating all the bizarre dreams hidden in the darkness.

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