Leaving Corta, on the way to the next destination, the long-lost sunny weather.

Relying on the space ring, Donald put away the heavy suitcases and luggage. The carriage that carried Donald and his party was obviously much lighter than before. Not only was the speed faster, but the horse's legs were also more durable, so there was no need to run for a few minutes. Miles have to slow down to recover.

"Donald, how much space is there in here?"

Stephanie looked at the ring in her palm. After being re-forged by the craftsman, the ring looked more beautiful after being carefully carved. The simple brass ring face and the space gem engraved with the inscription were very harmonious.

"It's about the size of two carriages. Speaking of which, the blood clan earl is really a good vampire... Not only did he send treasure, but he also gave me two strange things."

Donald held an ancient book of demigods in his hand, and as he spoke, he raised his hand to cut off an arm-sized branch from a passing tree and put it in his hand.

The storage space inside this space ring is nearly the size of three carriages under Donald's mental power detection. The quality of this level of space wonders can be regarded as medium, which is already very rare.

As for the other blood-colored robe, Donald has also figured out some basic usages recently.

It has to be said that something that can be worn by the blood count is really not an ordinary strange thing. In addition to the automatic adjustment of the size according to the user's body shape, the color and style can be changed at will. This robe can also be activated by consuming mental power. A layer of shield, its defense can probably resist the frontal impact of two Bigby's King Kong fists.

Moreover, the blood clan earl seems to have changed the robe so that it can store blood, and then activate a blood-colored shield. Donald's lack of defense against oddities.

Mental power is wrapped in a wooden block and suspended in front of him. From just now, Donald's attention has not been on Stephanie, but has been staring at the ancient demigod book in his hand. Compared with the study of the blood-colored robe, during this time Most of Donald's energy is actually devoted to this ancient book.

"We've already walked one-third of the way this trip... Stephanie, what do you think we're going to do after escorting Julia to the Temple of Justice?"

Donald closed the ancient book of demigods and asked suddenly.

Anthony, who was riding on the side of the horse, did not turn his head, but he pulled the reins in his hand, let the horse approach the carriage, and pricked up his ears to listen carefully.

This was the question he had asked Donald a while ago.

"Back to Demingham?"

Stephanie's first reaction was naturally to go back to submit the mission, but after thinking about it, she felt that something was wrong. With their current strength and resources, it seemed that there was not much sense in going back to Demingham. Do you continue to be an investigator under someone else? ?

Maybe Donald can be the investigation captain at that time, and their team may also become an elite investigation team.

Just... so what?

It seems that the Bureau of Aliens can now give them only an officially recognized identity.

Besides, after having experienced the previous incident where the director of the Anomaly Bureau took a large number of members of the Anomaly Bureau to die at sea, Stephanie was really afraid of when she would do it again.

"No, we don't need to go back to Demingham... ah~ I don't know. Anyway, I'll just follow you. Where do you go, where do I go."

Stephanie was used to following Donald's decision, and this time was no exception, shaking her head and giving up thinking.

"Anthony, what do you think?"

Donald turned to ask Anthony again.

"Then it depends on what you want to do. You want to live a stable life. With the strength of the few of us, in the non-religious area of ​​the empire, you can live comfortably wherever you go. Stephanie said back to Demingham. It's also a good proposition."

The three awakening-level powerhouses, not to mention overbearing, at least don't have so many scruples.

"Live a stable life? For the time being, I'm afraid it won't work. I have two powerful enemies who are missing and have not yet been dealt with. They will not die, so I can't feel at ease."

Pain and Destruction, the owner of the other two powers of the demon Mineato, Donald has never forgotten these two people, he has been hiding in Demingham for so long, no one has found him for half a year, and this time he entered the interior. When Lu was performing the task, he had a vague feeling that it might be time to break up with the two of them.

They must be eliminated, not only in order to get back the full power of Mineato, but also in order to be able to completely solve their worries.

"Since you still have enemies, you must have a way to deal with it. Strengthening your own strength is only one way. At present, our mission this time is considered a practice. After the mission is over, we can choose to continue traveling and see Take a look at the scenery around the Lane Empire, or find a good place on the way to cultivate our power."

Anthony tightened the reins. There is no doubt about the strength of someone who can be called a great enemy by Donald, so he has put forward two general directions in a targeted manner.

First, continue to travel, take the initiative to find these two enemies, and practice on the way to continue to strengthen your own strength.

Second, find a suitable place as your base camp, find a way to cultivate your own power there, wait for the enemy to come to your door, and then naturally take advantage of your own territory.

"Two options... This **** mission still has a long way to go. We still have time to think about it. Think slowly."

With Anthony's suggestion, Donald fell into thinking again, weighing the pros and cons of these two directions.

After a while, Donald hadn't made a decision yet, but the branches in front of him had already been shaped by the carvings of invisible servants.

There was a reason for cutting this wood before.

Donald looked at the wooden statue that had an eight-point image of himself in his hand, and his thumb rubbed the looming inscription on the bottom and back of the statue. The study of the ancient half-length book these days was not all fruitless. This statue was his result.

The statue that was previously used by Claremont as a carrier of the power of faith has been successfully made!

Only the face changed to Donald himself.

"Donald, when did you start to like to carve wood for yourself? It's still you who carve... How come I didn't know you were so narcissistic?"

Stephanie noticed the wooden sculpture in Donald's hand, and said a little teasingly.

"Are you imitating Claremont?"

Anthony's words.

"Look at people, you can see my real purpose at a glance, and I don't know what I'm thinking about all day."

Pulling Stephanie's cheek, Donald said helplessly.

"But what are you doing imitating Claremont, don't tell me you want to be a god... Wait, the strange book you've been reading from Claremont for the past two days, it records Isn't it just his theory of becoming a god?"

Turning over the idol in Donald's hand, Stephanie looked at Donald in disbelief, and then asked,

"Are you successful?"

"It's only half done, there's one more step left, give me the statue."

Merely carving a statue with an inscription in it naturally has no effect. It is mentioned in the ancient demigod books that the gods can use the power of faith as they wish, because they themselves can accommodate the power of faith provided by the believers and anytime, anywhere. Take it, and the living beings in the mortal world have not yet been able to break this shackles.

So a compromise solution he thought of was to create a converter, which is to convert the power of faith into a power they can use in some way. The inscription on the wood carving and the magic circle engraved inside the wood carving are his research. results.

Although the ancient demigod book mentioned at the end that this method is only a compromise, a method to cure the symptoms but not the root cause, but for Donald, a heretic who has not even reached the dominance level, how can he expect so much.

The key now is how to make yourself connect with this statue and really activate this statue.

There is only one method mentioned in the ancient demigod books, soul imprint!

Perhaps the effect of soul fragments is better, but it is impossible to collect the power of faith by relying on only one statue. If each statue has some soul fragments, even if Donald is a wizard, it is estimated that it will be directly due to the lack of a large number of soul fragments. become a fool.

"Stop in front, I want to try to activate the statue."

They have already tried to make an experiment, and of course they have to find a way to try it.

Anthony and Stephanie were also curious about this magical method, and they were deeply impressed by the teleportation and special manipulation of energy that the Great Sage of Claremont showed before.

"Later I may become... different than usual. If you find it strange, stand a little further away, but don't get too far away, I need you to protect me by your side."

Using the soul imprint requires showing the truest state of his soul~lightnovelpub.net~Donald didn't observe it carefully when he was in the spiritual world, but he also vaguely realized that his soul image might be a little strange.

"No problem, we'll help you pay attention to your surroundings."

Stephanie waved her hand in a no-nonsense gesture, Anthony held both knives in his hands, and Lilo sat with Julia outside the carriage where Donald normally sat.

"Alright then, I'm going to start."

Sitting cross-legged on a nearby grassy slope, placing the ancient book of demigods between his legs, looking at the spells and seals recorded above, Donald opened his quick mind, chanted and formed the seals one by one.

It didn't take long for him to fall into a special state, and the head that was originally just bowed down completely.

The next moment this situation appeared, a gray mist spread out from Donald's body, quickly wrapping his entire body in it.

That gray robe reappeared in this fog...