"Are you the belated police in some blockbusters..."
Aidolu's hands penetrated the repulsive position without any hindrance and pressed on my head. She said with a slight dissatisfaction: "Hey, we ran over immediately after receiving the distress signal. Why are there still people shouting?" You’re not satisfied! And look where you are!”
"I'm going! Boss Lin, what are you doing!" Kyle Russ immediately rushed to the altar. After standing on it and looking around for a week, she said in surprise, "You won't fight with these priests." Are you going to have a fight? Let me go, you have finally reached the point of resisting the oppression of the secular church."
"What the hell, how did you learn this?"
"The old man who went to hell at that time had a man who was very eloquent and good at conducting himself, so I listened to him talk about the Holy Doctrine of Liberation."
Which brother is that of yours?
"No, actually these priests died trying to stop the intruders." I sighed and said, "Originally, I was already facing off against the intruders, but he didn't seem interested in killing me."
Nolan Lusi looked at the corpse of the priest who had turned into a monster with a strange expression, and then said with an awkward expression: "Your Holy See is quite good at playing."
"I don't know that either, but I'd better leave it alone and see if I can stop him."
Aidolu's arrival also lifted my magic, so I flew out of the gap above in a hurry.
But when I came to the hall, I only saw people kneeling on the ground with faces praying devoutly.
"O God! Please save us from danger and pain!"
Although I didn't know who to pray to yet, Tuban's figure flashed across my mind for a moment, and I was about to fall down involuntarily.
Pray to Him and pray for freedom from suffering!
Such thoughts seemed to be imprinted into my mind, but at this time, the necklace felt a cold touch, which made me tremble all over, and then I got rid of this state.
"Huh?" Nolan Lusi's confused voice came, and I turned my head and saw that she had just taken back her hand.
"Your will is much stronger than I thought."
I didn't say it was the necklace - after all, I was obviously not allowed to explain it at this time.
"This thing outside is...I understand!"
"Is it a god?" Nolan Lusi looked at me with subtle eyes and said, "I have to say that the things you encountered were more interesting than when I was the devil, and it was as good as when I went to hell to find someone."
Did you realize what explosive statement you just made?
"It's using the power of ideological trends, but is the power of ideological trends so powerful?" I thought about how this works.
Tuban is definitely a genius.
He took advantage of the power of this ideological trend that he didn't know where it came from, and quietly made some modifications to the content of the ideological trend through the coverage of the city's base points.
Gods are born from people's thoughts, or from the natural gestation of mountains and rivers.
Obviously, Tuban used the first method to quickly create a "god".
The direction of pain and danger was changed from the path of happiness to him.
This trend of thought itself points to an illusory existence. It may take hundreds of years to form a "god", but existing things can easily skip the process of shaping the form and directly determine the essence unilaterally.
Nolan Lusi also used this method to transform Villier, who was about to disappear, into a sword god.
Now Tuban showed me another way... like taking advantage of others by taking advantage of others' things, and then becoming a "god".
Among them, the urban defense base point covers a range of several kilometers and is applicable to all individuals within the barrier, so he uses it as an intermediary to transform ideological trends.
As he said, it was too late to stop him at this time.
Different from the joking trend of eating soybean paste, belief in "gods" can be fatal, not to mention that this trend of thought almost immediately turns those who come into contact into fanatical believers.
"The souls of these people are condensing." Kellas said coldly, "This is the most annoying type of soul in our hell - because they have coordinates in this world, they will not spontaneously enter the underworld. We will recycle them to die. The soul at the end is as smelly and hard as hitting a stone with bare hands.”
I asked with some confusion: "The condensation of the soul refers to -"
Kellas suddenly ran over and covered my eyes, but I knew she was not joking.
"...But I can't see it like this."
Only at this moment did Kellas spread her fingers as if she had remembered something, so that I could see the scene in front of me from the gaps between her fingers.
"Oh, I forgot I had to separate my fingers."
Originally, I wanted to continue complaining.
But the scene in front of me made me speechless for a moment, and I could only stare blankly at the sky above the dome.
Between the strange lights and shadows of the stained glass, there are countless statues kneeling under the huge vault. They are praying, crying, and repenting. However, there is no liveliness in these frozen expressions. , and above their heads, a wisp of smoke rose upwards, as if emitting from the inside out.
Countless plumes of smoke rose up, passing over the stories of the prophets, beyond the limitations of the dome, and finally merged into the sky, forming the shape of gods.
Just one glance made my eyes sting as if they were pricked by needles.
I immediately closed my eyes, tears welling up in the corners of my eyes.
Kellas quickly closed her fingers. Her hands were soft and cold, which quickly healed the sting in my eyes. She asked worriedly: "Boss Lin, are you okay? This thing is really harmful to the body." .”
"...What kind of salvation is this?"
"I usually call this a mobile stroller." Nolan Lusi sneered, "Like a baby, you can't leave these people - you need their attachment to achieve what you want, just like a toddler. The baby, with countless little trinkets hanging from the car, ran forward desperately."
"But in fact, it's just a baby." Nolan Lusi looked at the sky coldly, and the long black sword in his hand solidified into a javelin.
Just when she was about to charge up and throw, a somewhat familiar voice came from the door of the church.
"If that's what he wants, then so be it."
I turned around and found that it was the young man I met when I left the city.
He looked at me with an awkward smile on his face.
"We meet again, sir. I didn't expect you to still be a man."
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