novelraw Chapter 112 A Different Path!
Chapter 112 A Different Path!
Chapter 112 A Different Path!
Milk Dragon stood still.
His hands were still resting on the table, and his body was still leaning forward.
The sweat on my forehead cooled quickly in the cold air from the air conditioner.
But he didn't feel anything.
Because that voice in my head is still echoing.
"My will?"
"Then let your destiny be revealed."
Two sentences.
Each word was like a nail, hammered into the skull.
Milk Dragon opened its mouth.
No sound was made.
Then he took a deep breath, so fast that his trachea constricted and he choked.
cough.
It wasn't an act; I genuinely choked.
He raised his hand to cover his mouth, his shoulders shaking.
The cough has stopped.
Put your hand down.
My palms are a little damp.
He looked down.
It wasn't blood, it was sweat.
"Lord—Lord!"
The sound was squeezed out of his throat, very soft, with a tremor.
Then he suddenly raised his voice.
"Lord!"
This time it's a shout.
He wasn't shouting into a microphone; he was shouting with his head tilted back, towards the ceiling.
The camera lens was pointed at him, capturing the moment.
His expression was complicated.
First came fear, then widened his eyes, constricted his pupils, and his lips trembled.
Because he had been bragging and exaggerating again.
The phrase "God is blessing me" that I just said was meant for the reporters, for the audience, and for the world.
But it wasn't said to the Lord.
At least not to their faces.
Now the Lord has heard.
Not only did they hear it, they also replied.
Then comes repentance.
Because he had only received the Lord's power indirectly from Lucien.
Like secondhand goods, like a gift given away.
He had never actually heard the Lord's words.
Not even once.
Now I've heard it.
"Lord! Is it you?!"
He asked, his voice filled with the fear and anticipation of a child.
He was tense all over, his back was straight, his hands were hanging at his sides, and his fingers were curled.
He is waiting.
Wait for that sound to ring again.
Let's wait for the Lord to say something more.
but.
The office was quiet.
Only the camera was buzzing.
The reporters looked at him, their expressions shifting from confusion to surprise.
They didn't know what had happened, but they could tell that the milk dragon was not in a good condition.
Milk Dragon stood still and waited for about three seconds.
Three seconds is a long time.
It grew long enough for doubts to begin to fester.
Is it an auditory hallucination?
Is it because of too much pressure?
Yes or no----
The thought had barely crossed my mind when I stopped thinking about it.
Because power began to surge forth.
It didn't come in from the outside; it surged out from inside the body, from the gaps in the bones, from the cell nuclei.
Like an underground river suddenly bursting its banks, like a volcano suddenly erupting.
Milk Dragon's body trembled.
It wasn't trembling, it was vibrating.
From the soles of my feet to the top of my head, every muscle and every bone was vibrating.
He looked down at his hands.
Beneath the skin on the back of my hand, the blood vessels are throbbing, not with normal pulses, but with an overloaded, intense pulsation.
Then the skin begins to tighten.
It's not about getting older, it's about becoming firmer, as if someone has removed all the excess fat and looseness from the inside.
His muscles were clearly visible, their outlines even through the fabric of his suit.
The shoulders broaden, the chest thickens, and the waist and abdomen tighten.
Height is increasing.
It's not an illusion; I really am growing taller.
The toes in the leather shoes are pushed against the front, making them feel a bit cramped.
Her hair also became more lustrous.
This is even more noticeable than when I obtained the [Threshold Breaker] before.
Then he felt his chest.
A burning sensation.
It's not a burn on the surface of the skin, but a deeper burn, like someone pressing a branding iron onto the sternum and burning it directly in.
Milk Dragon let out a muffled groan.
His fingers gripped the front of his suit jacket.
Hard.
Hiss—
The sound of fabric tearing.
It's very crisp.
He tore open the expensive, handmade suit himself, from the collar to the abdomen.
The button flew off and hit the table with a clattering sound.
He looked down at his chest.
The skin is a normal white color, with some chest hair, but not much.
Then scars started to appear.
It didn't emerge gradually; it appeared out of thin air, as if carved by an invisible knife.
The first scar starts in the middle of the sternum and runs vertically downwards.
It is about ten centimeters long and two centimeters wide.
The edges are neat and the depth is uniform.
It is the vertical bar of a cross.
Then comes the horizontal bar.
Extend from the middle of the vertical bar to the left and right.
It is also ten centimeters long and two centimeters wide.
The cross is formed.
But it hasn't stopped yet.
At the center of the cross, the skin begins to bulge.
It's not a scar, but something shallower, like an imprint.
One star.
It's pentagonal and very small, about the size of a fingernail.
Then the second one.
The third one.
The fourth one.
The stars began to spread.
It's not out of order; it's circling the cross, spreading outwards in concentric circles.
First lap, six beads.
The second lap, twelve beads.
The third lap, eighteen.
Fourth lap, fourteen beads.
A total of fifty.
The entire mark was branded onto the skin of the chest.
Milk Dragon looked at the stars.
Look at the cross.
His breathing was heavy.
But it wasn't pain; it was a kind of fulfillment.
The energy within the body surges and flows, then suddenly stabilizes at a certain critical point.
Like a flood finding its way into a river, it begins to flow in an orderly fashion.
At the same time, he found out.
It wasn't learned, nor was it told to me by others; it was information that appeared directly in my mind.
A new power.
[The Mandate of Heaven is Clear].
The effect is very clear:
Empower your constituents.
It bestows upon them a fanatical cult.
Worship of oneself, worship of the Lord.
It can grant power to those one level below itself.
It can lead the other party onto his path.
Domain-specific capabilities, used for specific objectives.
Compared to Lucien's abilities, it seems somewhat weak.
But the dragon paused for a moment, then its eyes lit up.
He realized something.
This power is not for fighting.
It is used for dissemination.
He looked up at the reporters.
The reporters were still looking at him, their expressions shifting from surprise to blankness.
Because what just happened was too surreal.
Tearing off a suit jacket, revealing a chest, scars appear out of nowhere, the body grows taller and stronger, and blond hair becomes shinier.
It looks like movie special effects, but this is a live broadcast.
And he looks just like Superman!
Milk Dragon spreads its arms wide.
It didn't open slowly, it opened suddenly, as if it wanted to embrace something.
He stood up straight.
He has indeed grown taller, now he is about 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a thick chest.
The cross surrounded by fifty stars on his chest glowed a pale red under the light.
"The Lord has chosen me!"
He spoke, his voice coming through the microphone, deeper, steadyer, and more powerful than before.
"The Lord has chosen America!"
He paused, his gaze sweeping across the entire room.
"America is destined for greatness!"
"The City Upon America!"
With each sentence, his voice rose a fraction.
It wasn't a roar, it was a declaration.
Then, instinctively and subconsciously, he activated that new power.
[The Mandate of Heaven is Clear].
Combined with his existing [Threshold Breaker].
It's not a conscious combination, but an instinctive application.
The effect was immediate.
The reporters in the audience.
Those reporters who deliberately stood far away, with telephoto lenses.
The reporters wearing sunglasses, trying to keep their distance.
His facial expression changed.
From a dazed state to a trance, and then to a frenzy.
Eyes wide open, pupils dilated, corners of the mouth turned up.
It wasn't a fake smile; it was a pure, heartfelt worship that welled up from the depths of one's soul.
They looked at the milk dragon, and at the star-studded cross on its chest.
Look at his dazzling blond hair.
Looking at his perfect physique.
Then they started moving.
Instead of moving forward, he stood still, but his body was trembling.
My hands are shaking.
But the camera was held very steadily.
They started frantically pressing the shutter button.
Click click click—
The sound of camera shutters clicking filled the air.
The flashes of light resembled a small thunderstorm.
Milk Dragon stood in the light, arms outstretched, revealing the scars on his chest and dazzling golden hair.
He smiled.
It wasn't a restrained laugh, it was an unrestrained laugh.
His teeth were showing, so white they were almost reflective.
He knew that at this moment, he had temporarily gained a group of loyal followers.
Although it may only be temporary, although it may only be the effect of power.
But that's enough.
In the Kingdom of God.
Luo Huan sat cross-legged, one eye fixed on the pink bead.
Inside the bead, the image shows a milk dragon standing in front of a flash of light with its arms outstretched.
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She looked for a while, then reached out.
Extend your index finger and press it on the surface of the bead.
It's not a light press, it's a firm swipe.
Draw outwards from the center of the bead.
A crack appeared on the surface of the bead.
Golden light shone through the crack.
Then the bead splits.
It doesn't explode; it's like cell division, where a small part separates from the main body.
The main body is still pink and semi-transparent.
The separated part is golden and smaller, about one-third the size of the main body.
The golden bead floated in the air, slowly rotating, inside which was a milk dragon with its arms outstretched.
Beside the bead, a blurry light and shadow were gathering.
The light and shadow gradually took shape, becoming an abstract symbol.
The symbol is shaped like a simplified cross, surrounded by small dots.
That is the mark of the power of [Heaven's Mandate].
Luo Huan looked at the golden bead and then at the power mark beside it.
Then she laughed out loud.
"Hahaha!"
Laughter echoed in the gray space, but disappeared without a trace.
She reached out and poked the golden bead with her finger.
The beads swayed gently.
"Milk Dragon, I believe in you!"
She said it with excitement in her voice.
"Let's make a huge scene!"
After saying that, she withdrew her hand, leaned against the void, and continued to look at the images in the bead.