Chapter 115: Yonglan Rider God
Just imagining that great and glorious future gave Westhead a kind of intracranial orgasm.

From the imperial capital to Qinghui Territory, one needs to cross almost half of the empire's territory. For safety reasons, star gates cannot be used to directly cross long distances, especially for the entire fleet, which jumps from one node to another. In addition, there are very few star gates in the border areas of the empire, and there are no star gates in the nearby provinces of Qinghui Territory.

Therefore, we have to spend three days and two nights on the ship.

As he could not appreciate the scenery outside while traveling through the spirit world, Westhead went straight back to his room and took out [Shadow Life] to play with it carefully. No, he meant to study it carefully.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Westhead slowly stroked the silver scabbard of Shadow Life, took a deep breath, and slowly pulled it out.

"laugh--"

As the crimson blade came into view, Westhead felt that strange stinging pain again.

It wasn't particularly uncomfortable, but rather there was a sense of nostalgia. More burdensome to Westhead than the physical discomfort was the sadness that welled up from within.

Without any reason, just by pulling out the blade completely, he felt uncontrollable melancholy and loneliness. The deep red blade seemed to have been stained with countless blood for tens of millions of years, and there was no way to avoid the strong smell of desolation.

But it's not annoying.

Westhead gently stroked the crimson blade with his eyelids slightly drooped, but at this moment, his mind seemed to be pulled by a strong gravitational force, and a faint sigh seemed to come to his ears.

"Come closer to me and hold my hand."

[Do you feel His call? Do you want to enter the secret realm? ]

Ok?
Yes. There is a spirit in the weapon!

"Zheng——"

Westhead's pupils suddenly dilated, and he thrust the blade of Shadow Life back into his hands, terrified.

What’s going on? This knife is actually the entrance to the secret realm?
The panel that just popped up was so familiar to Westhead. It would be a prompt like this before entering the dungeon.

But it shouldn't be only gods and evil beings who have the ability to build secret realms. Oh, the [Lord of Absolute Extinction] is a devil, that's fine.

Westhead looked at [Shadow Life] with complicated eyes. He didn't expect that it would be so easy to peek into the secret. As long as he entered the secret realm, he would know what was going on.

What is engraved on [Shadow Life] is the invitation from the [Lord of Absolute Extinction]. He was still thinking about how to take the initiative to contact the other party, but he didn't expect the latter to be so frank?
So, do you want to accept the invitation?

Westhead placed the sword next to his pillow, slowly lay down and closed his eyes.

As expected, he tossed and turned all night.

In the end, Westhead grabbed [Shadow Life] and hung it around his waist.

"I will definitely go to the secret realm, but not now. I will wait until I am promoted to the [Hero] rank. That will be the right time."

Regardless of how dangerous the secret realm is, Westhead's decision remains unchanged. If there is a secret realm, he will definitely go and explore it. Being cautious is one thing, but if you don't want to take any risks, then forget about ascending to become a god.

After preparing himself mentally, Westhead pushed the door open and went to check on his neighbor.

The room arrangement on the ship was made by Yurda. She arranged Chamuel and Mivana next to Westhead. Lord Qinghui couldn't tell what her intention was.

The soundproofing of the room was not very good, and the sound of the big loli talking to herself could be heard outside Chamuel's room.

"The restless flame in my eyes, are you also calling for the blood of the evil enemy? Ah, ah. I am the same, I know it, but let the restless soul cool down for now, this is not the time to burn."

Westhead listened for a moment at the door of the room. Chamuel seemed to be quite busy, which made Lord Qinghui, who was about to go in to say hello and ask about his well-being, stop.

Forget it, let’s go see Mivana.

The Knight-Errant's room was on the other side, but Myvana did not close the door, so as soon as he reached the door, he could see the wolf-eared girl praying in the morning.

Inside the room, on the only table was a simple shrine of the Riding God.

Mivana was wearing a tight-fitting and solemn moon-white knight uniform. She knelt on one knee, leaning on the sword with both hands. The knight girl rested her smooth forehead on the hilt of the silver sword and recited the prayer that she had already memorized.

"Great is the Knight God, my God and my ancestor."

"The night is cold and frost-filled, filled with demons and monsters." "You will defeat all your enemies."

"The land of Yonglan is full of thorns and snow."

"Protect my country and give me courage."

"."

It was a perfectly normal prayer, but it sounded a little flimsy to Westhead.

The orc Myvana recited these prayers with a kind of beauty, like "my ancestors expanded the territory and expelled the barbarians."

Westhead waited quietly at the door until Myvana's morning prayers were over. Then the Knight-Errant stood up and said to Westhead:

"I'm sorry, Lord Qinghui, I hope you don't mind me praying to the Knight God on the territory of the Empire."

"Piety is a virtue. As long as it does not disturb others, praying to the true gods is reasonable in any orderly country, right?"

Westhead walked into the room, saluted slightly to the shrine of the God of Riders, and winked at the wolf-eared girl:
"And I'll tell you in secret, compared to the [Holy Tree of Glory], I think the [Eternal Mist Rider] is more powerful."

Mivana's golden eyes suddenly widened, revealing an expression that said, "You're going to die, and you dare to say that?"

"Mr. Westhead?"

Westhead reaffirmed: "I do think so."

[Eternal Rider God] is the one that Westhead admires the most among all the gods.

Because He proved one thing, that even if a mortal is not born great, he can still take the long steps to become a god.

Unlike the innate holy spirit like [The Most Radiant Holy Tree] and the ancestor of all dragons like [Wings of the Star Abyss], the origin and experience of [Eternal Mist Riding God] are very clear and specific. He is just an ordinary person from a farming family.

Before the establishment of the Kingdom of Yonglan, that cold and miserable borderland was filled with goblins and strange beasts and was invaded by chaos. The humans in the borderland suffered from bullying and were treated as toys and livestock by all kinds of monsters, lunatics, crazy people and aliens, and were slaughtered at will.

Yonglan Qishen's childhood experience was similar to that of other children of his age. He began to suffer since birth. In order to survive, he had to face the challenges of hunger, cold and wild beasts, and worked hard to live day after day.

Then one day a monster breaks into the village and swallows the whole family.

The only difference is that the monster devoured his parents and sisters, but was killed by a skinny child with a hunting knife.

The only survivor of the village buried everything, then pulled out a broken sword and walked towards the desolate snowfield.

From then on, Yonglan the Knight God began to walk up the long steps to become a god.

In the snow-covered borderland, the story of a hero began to spread. It was said that he single-handedly stopped the beast tide, killed Chaos monsters as big as mountains, cut off the head of a brutal warlord, and hung the skull of the undead who toyed with the living on the top of the mountain.
Countless victories and glories have forged the legend of a great hero.

The hero created a legacy of knights, established his own kingdom, and drove out all the monsters that harmed humanity.

More and more humans followed this hero and followed him on the endless conquest.

Yonglan Qishen's path to becoming a god was not all smooth sailing. He was not invincible and had been on the verge of death countless times in bloody battles, but in the end he overcame all deaths, and every time he crawled out of death, he became stronger.

Everything that doesn't kill him will only make him stronger.

In the final expedition, the hero led the army of knights and even went deep into the Chaos Realm. After paying a painful price of almost total annihilation, two "Source Gods of Chaos" were killed.

With this great feat, [Yonglan Rider God] was born.

The great deeds of [Yonglan Knight God] are so shocking and clear, and one battle after another is engraved on his path to becoming a god.

Not to mention those who have been influenced by the atmosphere of the Kingdom of Yonglan, even Westhead couldn't help but feel his blood boiling when he heard it.

But rather than admiration, he yearns for her more.

This is what a man should do!
[Yonglan Qishen] can do it, but I can’t?

(End of this chapter)