I became the sun god.

Chapter 365 God's Apostle
His body was trembling, but his heart was extremely hot.

The people present heard it very clearly.

Both gods need believers in the world to serve as markers of their return.

Anubis said nothing.

The god of death in mythology already has his own family and does not need believers and apostles at all.

But Isis was different.

After a long time, the revived Isis faced a strange world, which no longer had her followers.

There are no believers, let alone God's apostles.

Ultraman's human body doesn't exist anymore.

Under such circumstances, if Isis wants to choose her own believers or apostles, isn't she the first to get the moon?
In such thoughts, everyone has Xiao Jiujiu in their hearts.

Even those warriors of the Moonlight still look forward to Isis' favor in their hearts.

How can a transcendent compare with the apostle of God!
As long as you become the apostle of Isis, you can ascend to the sky in one step, and have the opportunity to become an existence like the Sun Knight.

That's it?

Who would bother to contemplate the divine form of the moon god and practice the extraordinary power!

I have to directly visualize the God of Magic itself in my heart!

"These people..."

"These people seem to be Kongsu's believers. I won't compete with Kongsu for a few ordinary humans."

"What's more... these people's hearts are full of all kinds of desires, and they are not worthy of being called my apostles."

Isis just glanced at them, and quickly withdrew her gaze.

As she said, these upper-class people are born in the quagmire of desire.

No matter how pure a person is, his heart will be filled with all kinds of darkness and desires.

Status, wealth, power... these things are their inherent dark side.

It's like having a feast one day.

You find it incredible that rich people are too good at playing?
In fact, where you can't see, these people can play more beautifully.

Because it was too easy for them.

Just a tiny amount of money.

Rich and powerful, the goddess in the hearts of ordinary people is no different from toys in their hearts.

The inner world is so different.

"Hehehe..."

Anubis let out a cold laugh:
"But the more people like this, the more they fear death."

"They will try their best to please me, and let my avatar lead them through the disaster of Netherland and reach the kingdom of the dead."

"Life and death...are opposites!"

Anubis gave those people a gloomy look.

The eyes full of divine power were like mountains pressing down on their souls, making them seem to be facing a world of the underworld, and they might fall into eternal doom at any time.

"That's right..."

"Compared with these people, I am more willing to look for a human being with a simple heart."

Isis nodded, her gaze spanning the endless void.

"Mortal, are you willing to be my apostle?"

"Although your heart is also impure, it lacks many desires that you shouldn't have."

"My will is about to dissipate, and you are my only choice."

Isis's voice rang in Pant's ear, and Pant, who was wearing an auspicious suit, was stunned.

The voice of God sounded in my ears?
I was fucked by the Goddess of Life?

Panter was dizzy all over.

The huge surprise directly made him lose the ability to think.

When Pante's mind was blank, Isis's voice continued to sound in his heart:

"As my apostle, you need to spread my name among the world, and let the power of life and magic blossom and bear fruit."

"Mortal, are you... willing?"

Isis's voice was soft.

But as a high god, the gentle voice is not an inquiry, but an alternative question.

As Isis said.

Her will is about to dissipate, and Pante is the only choice.

It doesn't matter whether this choice is good or not.

The apostles are not as important to the gods as the saints are to the gods.

After all, Qin Ran is the only real god, and Qin Ran has the final say on other settings.

The apostles, to put it bluntly, are God’s pawns.

Some gods like good-looking people, some gods like muscular men, and some gods like pretty ladies.

But in any case, the apostles are just yardsticks.

One more is not much, one less is not more.

Only a loyal and obedient horse is a good horse.

Otherwise...God doesn't mind throwing out an apostle, it's as simple as throwing out trash.

Of course, Qin Ran hasn't revealed these things to the public yet.

After Pan Te nodded, he would let him receive the information naturally.

As for whether he could not nod?

Heh... No one can refuse Hei Si!
"Great Isis!"

"I am willing to be your apostle in the world!"

"I will be your most loyal servant, and I will let the whole world know the greatness of life and magic!"

Facing Isis's choice, Pant didn't even care about the still-on live broadcast, and quickly responded to Isis loudly.

The barrage exploded at once!
Some people didn't believe it, some were mocking, and some were envious, their eyes were all red!
Of course, there are also people who are quickly locking on Pant's information.

"I'm ready!"

"I am an orphan, I can abandon everything in the world as quickly as possible, and dedicate everything I have to the great you."

Pante excitedly worshiped the figure of Isis.

Isis nodded in satisfaction:

"I look forward to your performance."

"My apostle Pante."

Accompanied by Isis's voice, white light descended from the sky, engulfing Pante's whole body.

Under the power of God, Pante was suspended in mid-air out of thin air, allowing the power of God to transform himself.

He could clearly feel that a kind of pure white power began to be born in his body.

That kind of power is full of vitality, and at the same time can be turned into a source of magic.

That is the same apostle power as Mark's sun power.

That is... the power of life and magic.

Under the transformation of the power of the gods, Pant naturally learned about the position of the apostle, which made him feel a lot of urgency.

Having just gained such a powerful force, Pante didn't want to lose it just yet.

When Pante was immersed in the grace of God, the two gods gradually returned to nothingness accompanied by endless power.

"My descendants... I will always protect you."

"But... don't take my protection as unscrupulous capital."

The voice of Anubis, echoing between heaven and earth, seemed to be warning mankind.

And on the distant pyramid, a figure made of pure gold with the head of a bird stared at Pante:

"The one chosen by the Goddess of Life and Magic."

"Are you the same as me...also an apostle of God?"

Mark exerted a little force on his feet, and his whole body was like a golden shooting star.

(End of this chapter)