Sacrifice's Rise: I Became Invincible After Entering Godslayer Temple

The werewolf village was mostly made up of stone-built houses, their walls unadorned. 

The stones were haphazardly excavated from the mountain and used to construct the dwellings, fitting the werewolf race's pursuit of the wild and natural.

However, the church in front of them was different. 

Its exterior was clearly carefully polished and refined. 

On top of the roof, a crescent-shaped sculpture had been carefully carved out of stone.

The werewolf seer master Likexei pushed open the large doors of the church with trembling hands.

First, he stepped inside. 

As John and the others followed him into the church, they saw Likexei placing the bottle containing his grandson's ashes on a platform in the center. 

In the very heart of the church, there was a circular stone sculpture, about human height. 

It resembled a full moon.

Just like the Blood Tribe, the Werewolves revered the Moon Goddess, worshiping the same deity as the human Lunarian Sect. 

Apart from the lunar sculpture in the center, there were two gigantic wolf heads on either side. 

Their exterior was rugged, yet one could clearly discern the ferocity etched into the wolf heads.

"My dear grandson Sylar, may you return to our ancestors' embrace and serve beside the divine, the mighty Moon Goddess shall cleanse the darkness that pervaded your soul. Rest in peace..."

"Great Moon Goddess, your most devoted believer, Likexei, is praying to you, hoping that you may forgive Sylar's transgressions, soothe his lost soul, and also, please look upon these brave travelers, allowing your moonlight to wash away their fatigue..."

Werewolf Seer Likexei stepped back, placing his hands on his chest, murmuring prayers in front of the lunar sculpture. 

And then, a sight that stunned John and the others occurred. 

The full moon enshrined in the middle of the church suddenly emanated a faint silver glow. 

The silver light gradually brightened, eventually casting a gentle radiance throughout the entire room.

Everyone was enveloped by the silver glow, entering a state of momentary trance. 

It was as if they were standing in the vast wilderness under a lustrous moon, feeling inner peace and serenity.

[System prompt: You are basking in the moonlight, all fatigue has been expelled, all abnormal statuses removed, your body is recovering...]

Everyone felt a jolt of energy, and their physical states visibly improved at a rapid pace, reaching their peak. 

They all looked at each other, their eyes reflecting their shared astonishment. 

Could it be that the Moon Goddess truly heard Seer Likexei's prayers? 

Otherwise, they couldn't explain this sudden silver moonlight.

Only John, with a flicker in his eyes, had a trace of investigation. 

This so-called power of the Moon Goddess had no effect on him whatsoever. 

In fact, all powers of the Godslayer continent were like this for him, too low-level to affect the energy flow within him.

In other words, if John were to be damaged, only his own energy could recover it. 

The augmentative effects of other powers were of no use to him. 

However, up until now, John hadn't encountered anything that could hurt him...

What truly surprised him was that he couldn't sense any divine power from the silver glow enveloping them. 

This wasn't the power of the Moon Goddess at all.

John abruptly lifted his head, his gaze fixed on the lunar sculpture in front of him. 

After a brief contemplation, he understood.

This so-called power of the Moon Goddess was merely the result of the accumulated prayers of the werewolf tribe, nothing more than the energy of belief. 

This explained why the silver glow could restore their statuses.

The real power of the Moon Goddess was the might of a high-ranking deity; it was impossible for players at their level, like Adam, to withstand it. 

And all beings in the Godslayer continent found it hard to directly exercise their power on the mortal plane.

They could only find followers, using them as intermediaries, and influence the Godslayer continent in the form of blessings.

Regardless, the werewolf seer, Likexei, was convinced in his heart that this power was a response from the great Moon Goddess. 

As a result, his countenance became increasingly serene.

As the silvery glow inside the church gradually dissipated and everyone's bodies had recovered to their peak state, the elderly Likexei turned his head calmly, his wise eyes firmly fixed on John.

"Brave traveler, you are about to receive a blessing from the very soul of a werewolf seer. Are you ready?" he asked.

John gave a light nod, his eyes steady. 

He was genuinely curious as to what this so-called blessing from the werewolf seer could possibly do. 

After all, the previous side quest given by Likexei had a rather high difficulty. 

If it weren't for John, any other player would find it impossible to retrieve Sylar's body from the clutches of the Abyssal Mist, a top-tier boss...

Such a high-difficulty side quest surely couldn't offer a simple reward.

Upon seeing that John was ready, Likexei solemnly pulled a withered branch from his chest. 

It was leafless, dry, and the bark was a dull brown. 

However, the moment he saw the branch, John's eyes suddenly narrowed. 

He actually felt a trace of divine power from that dead branch.

Yes, there was no mistake, it was a genuine divine power! 

Although the divine power was incredibly faint and was of a lower-ranking deity, it was indeed a true divine power. 

It was leagues above the silvery light that had bloomed in the church earlier...

Quietly, John activated his "Eye of Artemis". 

The information about the withered branch appeared shortly:

[Guisen Branches (Demigod Level Item): Grown on the Holy Mountain of the werewolf tribe, it is a giant Osmanthus tree said to have been planted by the Goddess of the Moon herself. The tree has since become a totem of faith for the werewolf tribe. This branch was taken from that tree, containing the original power of the werewolf tribe...]

John raised his eyebrows. 

This unimpressive-looking dry branch turned out to be a demigod-level item? 

That was certainly unexpected.

What surprised John even more was that Likexei, who appeared to be on his last legs, noticed John's inspection with surprising acuteness.

Likexei frowned slightly, somewhat reproachful. 

"Adventurer, please do not gaze too long upon the gifts of the Moon Goddess. Do not attempt to explore their mysteries. That would lead you to lose your way. The divine cannot be scrutinized..."

John withdrew his gaze without a trace, looking at Likexei meaningfully. 

This old werewolf was certainly not as simple as he seemed. 

Although he had not deliberately hidden the aura of his "Eye of Artemis", it wasn't something anyone could detect. 

At least Adam and the others behind him were completely unaware of it at this moment. 

But Likexei detected it, which proved that he had an extraordinarily keen perception in the realm of spiritual sensing. 

No wonder the system described him as a master seer of the werewolf tribe. He truly had the skills of a master...

Seeing John withdrawing his gaze, Likexei nodded in satisfaction. 

He then pointed the branch at John's chest. The old werewolf opened his mouth and uttered a long string of gibberish, probably their ancient werewolf language. 

As Likexei's words became more urgent, a rich silver light suddenly lit up where the branch touched John's body. 

This silvery glow was much more substantial than the one previously emitted by the moon sculpture.

John subtly furrowed his brow as he sensed that the silver light seemed to be directing something. 

A vague fluctuation suddenly descended from the void, enveloping him entirely.

[You have received Likexei's Blessing]

[Likexei's Blessing: The werewolf tribe's seer master, Likexei, has invoked his primal power to summon the blessings of the ancestors. Those blessed can gain magical powers and henceforth become the best friend of the werewolf tribe, earning a chance to enter the treasure vault of the werewolf Holy Mountain.]

[Attributes (Permanent): Werewolf Battle Cry (Skill), Strength +100, Agility +150, Constitution +100…]

[Werewolf Battle Cry (Unique Skill): After use, it can increase the combat power of all allies within a 100-yard radius by 20% and provide all allies with the Red Blood Passion aura, which adds a 10% bleeding effect to their skill attacks. Duration: one minute, cooldown: 24 hours.]

[This Blessing is permanent, irrevocable, and non-transferable.]

John's eyes revealed a touch of astonishment. 

This blessing's attributes and skills weren't particularly useful to him. 

Perhaps in the large-scale wars to come, it could serve as a decent support skill. 

However, the opportunity mentioned in the blessing information to enter the werewolf Holy Mountain treasure vault was what really surprised him.

It was common knowledge that the most precious treasures on the Godslayer continent were generally kept in the heavily defended treasure vaults of each race. 

Although the werewolf tribe wasn't the most powerful race on this continent, their ability to thrive on the Godslayer continent to this day, surviving several large-scale wars without major damage, was a testament to their strength.

The werewolf Holy Mountain's treasure vault was a place where the werewolf tribe's collections over tens of thousands of years were kept. 

Now, he actually had a chance to enter this place?