Chapter 40: The Complete Divine Body

When Silas was in his awakened state, this divine body would fall asleep on the throne.

Originally, during this time, Silas would have been unable to know what was happening here.

However, it was different now. With fourteen warriors, they would eternally stand guard here, recording everything that occurred.

Just as Chuck had said earlier, they had heard the believers' prayers to Silas.

Silas nodded with satisfaction upon hearing this and turned to look at the spear in his hand.

The spear was still silver-grey, adorned with exquisite fine lines, appearing no different from before.

But internally, Silas clearly felt a tighter connection with this spear, and his mastery over it had deepened.

"Although I don't know what this spear truly is, as my weapon now, it seems incredibly powerful. Furthermore, it is the only thing that can be brought by me into the real world. To be able to easily cross between reality and dreams, and even allow me to transmigrate to this world, it is definitely no ordinary item."

His palm slowly tightened around the spear. The spear's shaft gradually emanated a cerulean mist, and faintly, countless storms and flashes of lightning could be seen flickering upon it.

Withdrawing his gaze, Silas, through this divine body, quickly processed the events of the day in detail.

The way he spoke, the details of his actions, and the knowledge he had acquired were all rapidly digested.

"Is this the legendary deep learning in dreams? Things learned through deep learning are remembered for a long time and are hard to forget," Silas thought.

Organizing the information from the day, the only thing Silas couldn't understand was the green flame in Bart's hand.

"I estimate that kind of flame is also beyond my current comprehension. Rashly knowing too much will only lead to a quicker death," Silas thought, standing up and walking out of the temple.

The Icy Warship continued its course through the blizzard, the surrounding scenery obscured.

Silas asked calmly, "Have you seen anything else?"

Chuck shook his head. "Reporting to my Lord, apart from those souls passing through the blizzard to enter the Sacred Bell, we have seen nothing else."

Silas said nothing, standing at the edge of the warship, looking at the surrounding blizzard.

He felt an impulse at this moment, a desire to jump off this warship and see what was truly out there.

However, this impulse was instantly suppressed by Silas; he currently lacked such courage.

"If only this blizzard could disperse," Silas murmured, clutching his spear.

As soon as he finished speaking, Silas watched in astonishment as the blizzard surrounding the warship began to churn violently, like a boiling water surface.

Swish!

Instantly, the weapons in the hands of the fourteen warriors pointed forward, their bodies tensing as they protected Silas.

"It's nothing. Stand down," Silas said calmly.

The warriors, upon hearing this, instantly retreated in unison, holding their spears at their chests, as neat as a ceremonial honor guard.

Outside, after the blizzard had churned to a certain extent, it suddenly collapsed and retracted.

The icy blue blizzard gradually transformed into Silas's unique cerulean spiritual energy, forming five thick tornadoes that poured into Silas's armor and disappeared.

After this blizzard returned, Silas's imposing divine body instantly became ethereal. His entire being was wreathed in cerulean spiritual energy, leaving only the spear in his hand, the vague demonic mask, and a pair of eyes burning with icy blue flames visible.

At this moment, Silas felt as if he had suddenly grasped an immense power. This power was indescribable, as if… as if he could control everything that existed here.

With a slight thought, his body floated up lightly, detaching from the warship's deck and rising into the air.

As this new power flowed through him, Silas felt a sense of completeness, an indescribable feeling of fulfillment emerging from the depths of his soul.

"So that's it. This blizzard truly wasn't just the surrounding scenery, but a part of myself, containing a vast amount of power, previously enveloping the warship."

Silas looked down, examining his own body, analyzing himself through his divine vision.

"Based on the current situation, it can be determined that this body is indeed that of a god. However, the form that was summoned initially was incomplete, which is why Helles and Bernice could look upon it directly. This blizzard was an important part of the body. Now that the blizzard has returned, this is a complete divine body!"

After briefly assessing his body's condition, Silas looked out.

The surrounding blizzard had completely dispersed. Silas could now see the full appearance of the warship.

It was a massive warship, a hundred meters long, entirely covered in ice. Though somewhat dilapidated, it was incredibly spectacular and imposing.

At this moment, it was floating in the air, slowly advancing.

And the force propelling the warship was not some ethereal energy, but countless spirit wolves.

These spirit wolves were enormous in size and numerous in quantity.

Each was at least three meters tall and five meters long. Their translucent bodies were composed of semi-transparent spectral light, flickering with a bone-chilling icy blue.

Though spirits, they were clad in silver-grey armor and possessed strong physiques.

At this moment, these spirit wolves were at the very front of the warship, pulling it steadily forward.

And in the midst of this pack of spirit wolves was an Alpha Wolf.

This Alpha Wolf was incredibly massive, appearing to be at least ten meters tall and fifteen meters long. Unlike the other wolves, it had real fur: a jet-black back, limbs as white as clouds – a stark black and white contrast – complemented by tall ears and a pair of eyes burning with ghostly fire, exuding divinity and majesty.

Its fur was long, each strand flowing lightly in the air like the wind.

"It really is you!" The moment Silas saw this "Alpha Wolf," he felt a wave of exhaustion.

Because this creature was simply an enlarged + high-spec version of the Husky.

"My Lord, by dispelling the Frost Storm, are you preparing for an expedition?" Chuck and the others now had expressions of excitement and eagerness.

"An expedition?" Silas was taken aback upon hearing this.

Chuck tightened his grip on his weapon. "Yes. You granted us, your servants, the qualification to become warriors. After donning this armor, we were endowed with great power and new, profound knowledge, and we became aware of your habits and commands."

"What? What habits? What commands!?" Silas, beneath his mask, blinked, completely bewildered.

His gaze sweeping over the warriors, Silas's eyes darted, and he said calmly, "Oh? Since you've mentioned it, then tell me everything you've been instilled with. Do not disappoint me."

Chuck nodded excitedly. "Yes! My Lord. However, please forgive us, my Lord, as we are merely the lowest-ranking warriors and do not know much."

"Speak freely. As your master, my magnanimity encompasses all of you," Silas said calmly.

The warriors, upon hearing this, immediately knelt excitedly. "We thank our Lord!"

Then, Chuck said, "According to our memories, when the Frost Storm enveloping the warship disperses, our Lord will lead us to ride the wolf pack for a hunt or an expedition."