god of tomorrow

He couldn't possibly use jianbing guozi (a type of Chinese crepe) as an offering, and the gods, having never tasted it before, would be overjoyed and reward him with one divine spell after another, could they?

Are you kidding me? What kind of god would be so spineless!

If there are any, they are the kind of unserious, silly gods.

Gawain had no offerings, no knowledge of the process, and was completely ignorant of the formulas for offerings to exchange for magic. He couldn't even recite the incantation, so he was destined to be unable to initiate the sacrificial ritual.

What a waste of time!

After going through countless hardships and narrow escapes, Gao Wen finally reached the BOSS's treasure vault, only to have to return empty-handed. He was incredibly upset.

If you don't pick it up when you go out, it's like losing it—you'll be at a huge loss!

Having suffered from the time traveler's lack of education once again, I vowed to give him another chance and study hard every day to improve myself.

"What should we do? It's so hard to just leave like this."

Gawain was deeply troubled and said to the AI ​​assistant, "Do you think it's possible that the Skeleton Knight, seeing that I kindly helped him renovate his castle, offered sacrifices as a token of gratitude, and even went down to start the ritual, taking on all the dirty and hard work, and then giving me all the benefits in the end?"

In the end, he himself was speechless, wondering where in the world such a kind-hearted person could be found.

"Yes, host, there are indeed such people," the AI ​​assistant said.

"Really? How come I didn't know that?"

“Based on your previous description, VanVleet is that kind of person.”

"..."

You talk too much, you're so good at being witty!

You're quite humorous!

Gao Wen rolled his eyes. He only looked at the result. Van Welch is indeed that kind of person, but can the process be the same?

If it weren't for the fact that he created the system himself, he would have uninstalled this stupid piece of junk long ago.

"How dare you speak like that? I've fought more than ten battles, big and small, all day long. Haven't you realized that you, as a support system, still have many shortcomings?"

Gao Wen was never one to suffer a loss, so he transferred all his frustration at returning empty-handed to the system, scolding it harshly: "Having a red name isn't enough, the membership benefits also need to include an appraisal skill! If I were to use an appraisal skill as soon as I encountered an enemy, and find out their name, gender, height, age, weight, measurements, how many people are in their family, how many acres of land they own, and how many billions they have, would I have to keep putting myself at a disadvantage?"

Gawain didn't care much about weight or measurements; what he really cared about was getting information about the other party upon meeting them and knowing what magical skills they possessed.

Just like the Skeleton Knight before, a sudden attack with a fast and slow blade caught him off guard and caused him great losses.

And the Nightmare Warhorse, the wound on its shoulder is still throbbing faintly...

Oh, it's already healed.

In short, if one has the ability to identify genuine information and possesses firsthand knowledge, these problems can be avoided.

"You didn't make any arrangements!" the AI ​​assistant said, feeling extremely aggrieved.

"You can't put together a whole set if I don't arrange it? Who's really supporting whom here? Don't you even know what a surprise is?"

Gao Wen told the AI ​​assistant to stop talking nonsense and immediately set up the appraiser, since he had paid extra for it.

"..."

The AI ​​assistant remained silent, taking Gao Wen's complaints as mere grumbling. Authentication was impossible; it was too risky. If the host were to authenticate something, they would become an artifact themselves, waiting to be authenticated.

"Alright, it's okay if we can't arrange it now. When I become stronger in the future, this must be a benefit for premium members."

After complaining, Gao Wen stopped insisting and turned to leave.

A sudden change has occurred!

Under the flashlight beam, the withered black thorns that had grown on the broken wall had somehow surrounded the altar, forming a dense, interwoven net that silently covered the entire altar like a birdcage.

This thing didn't show up as a red name, looked like a plant but wasn't a real living being, catching Gawain completely off guard.

Oh no, that wretched knight has a backup plan!

Gao Wen cursed under his breath, gripped the baseball bat tighter, shone his flashlight, and searched for weaknesses in the thorny net. He then discovered that the withered, dark vines were rapidly shrinking back.

The once spacious altar plaza is being gradually compressed into a suffocating cage.

There's no time to lose!

Without thinking twice, Gao Wen swung his baseball bat forward and smashed it down.

Bang!

With a muffled thud, the baseball bat struck the thorny vines solidly, but the expected snapping did not occur. These thorny vines were extremely resilient, deforming instantly upon impact, dispersing the force of the baseball bat's attack in all directions, thus neutralizing the power with softness.

Gawain was even more alarmed, guessing that the withered black thorns were indeed not plants, but magical creations, or magical tools.

Place it in the cultivation-themed filming studio next door, and it'll be a magic weapon!

If the force isn't enough, then the trajectory will.

Gawain pulled out his revolver, aimed it at the shrinking vines, and fired his last five bullets. Unexpectedly, layer after layer of broken thorns revealed another birdcage waiting for him after he broke through the first.

There's no other way but to turn it on!

If there is a situation that cannot be broken through with force, don't overthink it; it's definitely because your force is insufficient. Just break through on the spot and maximize your force.

Gao Wen instructed the AI ​​assistant to reissue the withheld newbie buff card. In this life-or-death situation, the AI ​​assistant, unlike usual, didn't pretend to be dead and promptly reissued the withheld one...

"Wait a minute!"

A glint flashed in Gao Wen's eyes, and he quickly called for a halt.

A flash of black light appeared in front of the altar, and a skeleton knight, exuding murderous intent, arrived as if by teleportation on his Nightmare Warhorse. He used magic continuously at high intensity to travel, leaving the Nightmare Warhorse listless. The soul fire inside its skull shrank to the size of a candle flickering in the wind, threatening to go out at any moment.

The skeleton knight dismounted and, seeing the two goalkeepers fast asleep, flew into a rage, immersing his entire head in soul fire.

The light shone brightly!

At this moment, the withered black thorns shrank to two meters square, transforming into a three-dimensional black prison, trapping Gao Wen inside.

A certain death trap.

Gawain remained silent, calculating the distance in his mind. He waited for the Skeleton Knight to get close before using a buff card to obliterate both the Thorn Prison and the Skeleton Knight.

It might consume a lot of his life force, but he had no choice.

Bang!

The skeleton knight flicked his wrist, tossing Gawain to the center of the altar from a distance, and said viciously, "I told you, I won't kill you. I will give you the fairest judgment and sacrifice you to the Lord of Death to redeem your unforgivable sins."

As he spoke, he pressed down with one hand, and the black thorns around him danced like tentacles, each one piercing the ground and digging out pieces of broken copper and scrap iron, piling them up like small mountains in the altar.

Having prepared the offerings, the skeleton knight knelt on one knee, placed one hand on his chest, and bowed his head deeply.

He addressed the broken statue with the utmost devotion: "Great Lord of Death, Ruler of the End, God of Eternity, I have failed your trust, I have desecrated your great responsibility, and I have failed to protect the Underworld... I offer this sacrifice of chaotic magic... I only ask that you quell your anger."

After saying this, the Skeleton Knight began chanting a spell, similar to the one in Vanwich's story, though there were many differences in the details.

Gawain: "..."

Right? We're getting more and more familiar with each other!

"Dear host, what should we do now?"

"Uh……"

Gawain held the flashlight to his chin, illuminating his face with a clear contrast of light and shadow. Reason told him to get away quickly, while intuition told him that if Vanvich turned into a skeleton, he would probably have the same face as the Skeleton Knight.

Normally, this face is considered a great victim!

and so……

No rush, let's wait for him to finish reading.

Chapter 14: It's finally my turn to appear! (Thanks to 'P0cKy' for the generous donation)

The skeleton knight chanted incantations, the ancient melody carrying the deathly desolation unique to the underworld. The incantation was not loud, but it had a soul-piercing magic that echoed in the empty ruins, creating an eerie resonance with the surrounding deathly aura.

As the incantation was chanted, the silent altar runes lit up rapidly, and a black magic circle took shape, like a deep pool, silently devouring the few remaining lights around it, turning the entire altar area into pitch black.

The darkness was oppressive, the pressure as deep as the ocean.

The only thing in the room that wasn't affected by the darkness was the statue that was only half there.

Gawain was in the thorny black cell at the center of the altar. In the darkness, he felt a faint gaze falling on him, as if cast from the void, or perhaps from the statue.

Oh no, the Lord of Death wants to order!

Standing amidst the menu, Gawain couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine, knowing that if he didn't leave soon, he would truly become a sacrifice. He mentally commanded his AI assistant: now! Reissue the withheld newbie buff card! He was going to take a gamble, offering the Skeleton Knight as a sacrifice to the great Lord of Death in exchange for a motorcycle.

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boom!

A loud bang, like a missile strike, shook the castle ruins violently, and even the altar trembled three times.

The sudden turn of events not only interrupted Gawain's conversation with the AI ​​assistant but also the Skeleton Knight's chanting.

The last few syllables of the incantation got stuck in the forehead, unable to go up or down, turning into a muffled thud of exasperation.

The ceremony was forced to stop, the black light dissipated, and everything returned to normal.

"What's going on? Who dares to be so audacious!"

Gawain raised an eyebrow and said to the kneeling skeleton knight, "What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and go take a look! You've disturbed the Lord of Death from enjoying the offerings. If he's angry, he'll punish you. Can you handle that?"

"oh oh."

The skeleton knight instinctively responded and got up to leave, but then he came to his senses, flew into a rage, and glared fiercely at Gawain.

"You're still glaring!"

"..."

The skeleton knight snorted coldly. Sacrifice was a serious matter, and he couldn't be bothered to argue with a dying offering. He gripped his greatsword and walked out of the altar.

Before leaving, he tore off the dark red cloak from his shoulder with one hand and unfurled it in mid-air.

The cloak spread its wings in mid-air like a living thing, instantly expanding into a rolling blood-red curtain that firmly enveloped the entire altar. Dark red light descended, forming a spatial barrier that separated life and death.

Another magic weapon!