There is no wind in the tower.
Everything here seems to be static and unable to flow.
Only when the powerful use their extraordinary vision to probe through the seal, can they see the shadows of those terrifying spirits.
A lone figure sits at the end of a staircase that spirals upward from the inner wall, its head always raised and motionless as it looks toward the exit above.
It can go out, but it cannot go out.
"I'm guilty."
"I made a mistake."
But then it’s: “No, that’s not my fault.”
The puppet is a very powerful being because it has a weird heart. The seal here has no effect on it, but it is unwilling to get out of here.
It's very quiet here, suitable for those who don't like the excitement.
Except for the occasional person throwing things from the top of the tower, basically no one would disturb this place.
This has been the case for many years.
But today, someone came in from above.
A "person" with legs.
It's a pity that it didn't have wings. The other intelligent winged man it created before according to the master of life did not die, but went to the world outside the giant island of Ruhe.
When the visitor entered through the tower spirit, all the evil spirits were alarmed.
She even disturbed the seal.
The evil spirits in the White Tower felt that the seal was disturbed, and they all rushed outside excitedly.
The evil spirits escaped from the upward stairs and turned into streaks of light spinning like crazy.
But soon.
Rays of light were emitted from the man's neck, driving away the crazy evil spirits.
"Woo!"
The terrifying power of the light drove the evil spirits back, and the burning sensation like a raging flame made the evil spirits whimper.
This time.
No one dared to get close to the figure anymore, and even the evil spirits all returned to the props and the lamp of the divine contract in fear.
The figure climbed down a rope bit by bit from the height and landed at the top of the stairs.
The stairs inside the tower are obviously used to trap and confuse the evil spirits, not to lead to the top of the tower, because it is still twenty or thirty meters away from the top of the tower.
After the visitor landed, the first thing he saw was the metal doll slumped on the ground.
The exquisite and slender figure makes the metal doll itself look like a work of art. Its structure is so complex that it is difficult to imagine what kind of alchemist can create such a masterpiece.
Saint Raphael and the doll looked at each other, but the doll remained motionless.
San Rafael poked it with his finger: "Hey!"
The puppet remained motionless.
Saint Raphael refused to give up and continued to poke it.
"You can see me."
"You are alive."
"Don't pretend to be dead. I just saw it. You looked up when I came down."
The puppet doesn't want to pay attention to her, finding her troublesome.
I'm just a puppet, I don't know anything, I don't understand what you are doing.
At this time, an old man came down along the rope that Saint-Raphael had just climbed down. However, unlike Saint-Raphael, who was extremely courageous, the old man was very frightened and cautious.
When he got entangled in the rope and came down, he kept checking everything around him with his extraordinary vision.
When he saw Saint Raphael standing with the doll, he immediately exclaimed.
"Lord Saint-Raphael, don't go near it."
"It is the most evil and terrifying existence in the Exiled White Tower, and it is also the only existence with wisdom."
"It's an evil spirit doll."
Now the puppet had no way to pretend to be dead, so it could only raise its head mechanically.
"Old Tut, are you still alive?"
The old caretaker immediately said: "Anyway, as long as I live, I will never let you leave here."
San Rafael stared at the doll: "It looks normal."
Old Tut, the caretaker of the exiled White Tower, immediately wanted to dispel Saint Raphael's idea: "My envoy from the kingdom of the gods, you must not think like this."
"All evil spirits are like this. They may look normal sometimes, but they may become crazy at any time because they have swallowed up other people's desires and power."
San Rafael asked the puppet: "Are you going crazy too?"
Evil Doll: "Sometimes."
"There would be another person in my mind who would tell me to do something else."
"Maybe it's because the desire and power I devour are single enough, so it's not crazy enough."
The old caretaker Tut immediately told Saint Raphael to be more vigilant.
"He is half crazy but not crazy. If such a guy goes crazy at a critical moment, it will be more deadly."
Saint Raphael asked the evil spirit puppet: "What is your name?"
The doll told her: "Olan."
San Rafael: "What crime did you commit to get here?"
Doll Oran: "I am not guilty."
Saint Raphael wondered: "Are you not guilty?"
The puppet Oran repeats again: "I am not guilty."
San Rafael asked it: "Then why are you here?"
The doll has no expression, and its voice has no emotion: "I don't know whether what I committed is a crime or an irreparable mistake."
Saint Raphael asked, “Is there any difference between sin and fault?”
The puppet Oran finally answered: "Sin is evil."
"Mistakes are mistakes."
This is what it determines. In fact, in the eyes of ordinary people, if you violate the rules, it is a crime.
Saint Raphael still couldn't tell, but she promised the people outside not to let the people inside out, so there was no difference.
"But since you have a problem, you definitely can't go out."
"You will be my collection from now on."
San Rafael knelt down, touched the doll's head, and raised its arms.
She felt that she had picked up another good treasure.
"Do not worry!"
"I will treasure you well and won't let you get damaged. You will live in my fairyland from now on."
San Rafael walked down the stairs and checked the situation below again.
Each evil spirit poked its head out of the lamp, glanced at the ring around Saint Raphael's neck, and then retracted.
San Rafael opened door after door, and there was a lot of space underneath.
"This place is very good, but if it is used as a fairyland, it must be modified."
I’ve finished watching it and I’ve finished experiencing it.
San Rafael has almost decided.
This is the wonderland she wants.
The doll was still sitting on the steps, but it only turned its head to look at the fairy when Saint Raphael turned his back.
"A fairy."
"What does she want here?"
It is thinking about the purpose of the other party's coming and what it will bring here——
the other side.
In the cities of the City of Lights and the Land of the Rising Sun.
Grand ceremonies are being held in the temples of every city. Outside, snake people are singing and dancing, and bonfires are surging.
Their city lords and elders all knelt under the statue, nervously watching the statue light up and the lantern in God Iva's hand light up.
They saw a door.
A graceful and gorgeous door that represents desire.
Then, their consciousness goes behind the door.
Then they saw a large number of lanterns surrounding a majestic figure, which was the god they believed in, the god of alchemy and desire.
At the feet of the gods.
The cup of desire is full.
They crawled in the sea of silver flowers, carefully listening to the will of the gods.
Everyone was extremely nervous, feeling that something different was about to happen.
Because this time it was the god himself who delivered the oracle.
Before that, they had vaguely heard some rumors that God might be preparing to select His apostles.
And all of this stems from changes in the world of higher gods.
Times are changing.
Demigods are no longer the end, the age of gods is coming.
But these things are not something that mortals like them can consider and know. Just the four words "Apostle of God" are enough to make mortals crazy.
There is no doubt about it.
The title of God's Apostle is incomparable with the title of Elder or even Great Elder; one is a mortal position, and one can stand under the throne of God even after death and entering the Kingdom of God.
With the title of God's Apostle, the great elders will have to crawl at your feet.
And more importantly, the apostle of God represents more than just a title.
It is a fourth-level power, a power beyond the limits of mortals.
Apostles can remain on earth.
A thousand years.
Perhaps God Iva has also noticed that the Land of the Rising Sun is now like a pile of scattered sand.
In the past, you didn't have to worry about it. After all, gods don't need mortals that much.
But now it's different.
The Creator has opened the door to a higher level for demigods, and if you want to go higher, you must establish a human god system. The human god system naturally requires a large number of believers to build and improve.
He wanted to elect an apostle to break this situation at the same time.
The God of Alchemy and Desire watched all the important believers arrive, and then spoke and conveyed the information into their minds in a special way.
"The age of the gods is coming, and I will select suitable seeds from among you."
"Some of you will become my apostles and receive the divine grace given by me."
"And this is just the beginning."
He wants to choose suitable believers, spread divine grace to the world, and gain his own apostles.
Then select suitable candidates from among the apostles to truly establish your own human god system.
"The third-level high-ranking alchemist stays." Only the third-level powerful people can reach the threshold, and the light sweeps through their bodies, revealing the power and power within them.
"Those who are devout in faith stay." Being able to obtain divine grace naturally requires firm faith. The cup of desire is swaying, reading everyone's inner desires...
"Those with extraordinary talents will stay." Even if they are third-level powerful people, not everyone can have the talent to break through to the fourth level. Lights flow out of their bodies, and everyone's divine blood talent emerges.
As the conditions were filtered out, one person after another left.
Although it is no better than hundreds of years ago when there were only a few third-level powerful people on the entire Ruhe Island, now nearly ten people can be found in the Land of the Rising Sun alone.
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But if you continue to filter like this, not many will be left in the end.
One figure after another disappeared in the sea of flowers in the Cup of Desire, and finally only two remained.
The lantern of the God of Alchemy and Desire fell, and a spark fell into the bodies of the two of them.
"Divine grace!"
"Grant."
Two believers have received the inheritance of divine grace, and they will compete for the position of God's apostle.
Their faces showed ecstasy.
City of Lights.
The consciousness of the Great Elder of the Land of the Rising Sun, who was holding a golden lamp, broke away from the Gate of Desire and returned to the temple.
He looked at himself and his empty hands in disbelief.
He put down the lantern and touched his face.
"Where's the divine grace?"
"Why didn't I?"
"Why? I didn't get divine grace?"
He couldn't understand, he looked confused.
He is the city lord of the City of Lights and the great elder of the Land of the Rising Sun.
As the spokesperson of the gods in the human world, as the most powerful person in the Land of the Rising Sun, he was not able to receive the gift.
"I have no talent?"
"Because I'm old?"
“Or has God abandoned me?”
There was extreme reluctance on the great elder's face, and he couldn't accept it at all.
Before that, he had been ecstatic for many days when he heard that God was choosing His apostles.
He thought he was destined to win, and he thought he was lucky.
I actually encountered such a thing when I was old.
This is something that even his ancestor Xinji could not encounter.
Although.
His ancestors willingly returned to the kingdom of God and voluntarily became a lamp beside God.
He thought that just like this, he could live for a thousand years, and he could always remind the gods to control their human kingdom and establish their faith for the gods.
The great elder looked up at the statue and burst into tears.
"I am a descendant of Xinji, God!"
"I am a descendant of your most loyal servant, and our Golden Family has believed in you for generations."
"Why?"
"Why didn't you choose me?"
He didn't think about it.
Perhaps God did not choose him because he was not pious enough.
The piety that some people think they have is actually just self-righteousness.
They never thought that what they did was not for the gods, but just out of their own greed.
Greed for power, greed for power, greed for wealth.
even.
They also feel that the gods belong to them, because they believe in the gods and are their most loyal followers.
So God must give them everything they want.
The great elder of the City of Lights named Hingis is this kind of person.
His name means the bloodline of Xinji, and his lineage is proud of his ancestor Xinji.
They also relied on their bloodline to dominate everyone in the Land of the Rising Sun.
He has ruled this land for hundreds of years.
"It must be that I'm not talented enough."
"Yes!"
"My talent is not good, so God didn't choose me."
"It's an innate talent, I'm a little short of it."
"That's why I became a high-level alchemist so late."
"That must be it."
Great Elder Hingis staggered out of the temple, chattering incessantly.
It was as if he was possessed by a demon, and for the next many days he was trapped in this strange thought circle.
He became convinced.
It was because of my lack of talent that God did not choose me and that I was abandoned.
After many days, a powerful third-level authority seemed to be supporting a weak dignitary.
At this time someone brought him new news.
"Lord Saint Raphael, the messenger of the gods, has chosen the sanctuary she wants."
Hingis asked absently: "Where is it?"
The visitor replied: "Exile the White Tower."
Hingis suddenly raised his head, remembering this place.
"The White Tower of the Taling Sect?"
Hingis immediately remembered this place, a force that once ruled the Golden City.
This force once caused great chaos.
They are not an alchemist family that uses blood as the key to inheritance, but an alchemist sect with a teacher-student inheritance model that has gradually become popular recently.
Among the two branches of alchemy and medicine, this sect is a pure alchemy sect that specializes in making alchemy tools. Their philosophy is that human desire is a kind of power.
They believe that desire originates from the deepest power of human blood and is an extraordinary power.
At the same time, they believe that desire is an integral part of a person's personality.
They believe that the lamp of the divine contract is a symbol of this kind of power. The lamp of the divine contract is based on divine blood. The differences in desires and emotions manifested by the lamp also give the lights of the lamp of the divine contract different powers.
They believe that if the desire personality can be completely stripped out and given to extraordinary props, they can make a prop come alive.
The founder of the Taling Sect had an idea to create a living prop with personality. This personality prop could operate on its own like an intelligent program, be able to follow orders and complete tasks on its own, and even become more and more powerful.
That is the tower spirit.
This is also the origin of the name of this sect.
However, some problems arose during the process. They were unable to create a tower spirit with personality, no matter what methods they tried.
The alchemists of the Tower Spirit Sect discovered that the power stripped out could not only be given to props, but even to themselves.
This will increase your divine blood and make you stronger.
They gradually no longer tend to create a prop with personality, but use this method on themselves to make themselves more powerful.
They think that perhaps their power is too weak, so they cannot achieve theoretical things.
certainly.
The method they chose was to let the older generation voluntarily merge their powers with their disciples after they died, instead of going through blood sacrifices as rumored by outsiders.
One is that this method is more peaceful, and the backlash caused by the blood sacrifice is extremely terrifying.
The two factions believe that they are pure and that they are exploring the right path.
They hope to use their power to change the world.
I also firmly believe that the power of alchemy can change the world.
They have a good idea. They believe that as long as they continue to pass it on from generation to generation, future generations of disciples will become stronger and stronger.
Finally, the idea of creating a tower spirit with personality was realized and the ultimate secret of the tower spirit sect was completed.
But they don't know that this is the method and process of refining themselves into props.
Only mythical props can block the power of chaos through the four-point secret technique of the Divine Grace Stone, thereby stabilizing one's own wisdom, personality, and memory.
They are just powerful people below the third level, and they dare to try such power.
The final result can be imagined.
The bloodline and strength were contaminated, the original spirituality and wisdom fell into darkness, and the memory fell into complete chaos.
Those who dare to try this kind of power will become crazy even if they are not crazy at first.
And the more power that is fused, the stronger it becomes and the faster it goes crazy.
They themselves directly turned into a prop, and their conscious personality became an evil spirit entwining around the prop, the Lamp of the Living God Contract.
After the drawbacks of this secret technique were exposed, the Taling Sect gradually gave up on this concept.
Many alchemists even felt that their ideas were wrong and left the Taling Sect.
But finally.
The leader of the Taling Sect at that time was not willing to accept defeat like this, because it was a complete overthrow of the concept they had adhered to for two hundred years. This third-level powerful person improved the secret technique, and finally had a sudden idea.
Then simply turn yourself into a prop.
If he cannot create a tower spirit, then he himself becomes a tower spirit with personality.
In the end, a terrible disaster was triggered, and the entire Land of the Rising Sun mobilized to quell it. The White Tower of Exile appeared after that.
Hingis thought of this story from decades ago, and his heart seemed to be hit by something in an instant.
"I remember……"
"The Taling Sect back then had a secret technique."
"It can make people without talents acquire enough talents, and allow some people with apprentice power to become first-level powerful people, or even second-level ones."
"Theoretically, even third level or even fourth level is possible."
The visitor said: "Yes, but there are problems with this secret technique."
"Anyone who has used this secret technique has gone crazy."
Hingis didn't care at all before. After all, what he said about his lack of talent was relative.
Being able to become a third-level high-level alchemist means that his talent is at least beyond that of 99% of people.
"I remember that the Taling Sect once found a mythical organ left behind by an unknown apostle. It may have been left behind after the death of a relative of a certain god."
"And gave her a name, Elena's Heart?"
The visitor thought for a while: "This was something we only learned about after the evil spirit disaster. Before that, the Taling Sect had always concealed the news."
"I heard that Elena's heart was originally obtained by a person named Oran, but no one knew that it was an apostle-level core. They only thought it was a special strange stone that could release images."
"In the end, the man named Olan also went crazy and died in that disaster, and the whereabouts of Elena's Heart disappeared."
Hingis suddenly shook his head.
"no."
"That Oran is not dead. It swallowed Elena's heart and turned into a doll."
When the White Tower was sealed, Hingis also participated as an important member.
He continued: "That doll is the only one who is not crazy."
"I have witnessed with my own eyes the powerful power of that doll, an incredible apostle-level power."
"Instead of the elders of the Land of the Rising Sun putting down the disaster that year, it would be better for this doll to seal everything in the end."
"Not only is it not crazy, it's not turning into an evil spirit."
"It's still alive, it just changed its body."
"Even if it's no longer a snake man, it's still alive."
"Alive...with apostle-level power."
Hingis's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he seemed to see what he wanted.
For so many years, no one has dared to think of banishing the White Tower.
Because the power of the evil spirit doll in the White Tower is too powerful. If it hadn't voluntarily been sealed in the White Tower, perhaps no one in the entire Land of the Rising Sun could stop it.
But its power is also unstable. What is powerful is not the doll itself, but the part of its power that is integrated with it.
Even it itself cannot fully control it.
Hingis asked the visitor to retreat, but he fell into deep thought.
His eyes, which were originally decadent, became brighter and brighter. He twisted the snake's tail and came to the back of the temple, where he saw the sacred tree of the Miracle Temple in the City of Lights.
This is a sacred tree left over from the time when God Iva came.
"The secret technique of the Taling Sect."
“The mythical organ of the apostle.”
"If I can get it, I will definitely be able to become an apostle, and I can live to a thousand years."
"I can do it better than anyone else. We are the family that most devoutly believes in God Iva. We are the golden family in the Land of the Rising Sun."
"The messenger of the gods has arrived. Perhaps I can use the power of the messenger to eradicate this evil spirit."
"Yes, this kind of evil spirit should be destroyed by the power of God."
"I am God's most devout believer and I deserve all this."
Hingis stood under the sacred tree, looking like a madman.
he finally said.
"I'm the one who should be..."
"Apostles of God."—
An evil thought occurred.
Desire is also an extraordinary power extending from the divine blood, which will trigger the laws of the dream world from the source.
When ordinary people's desires move, there may be no movement at all.
But some important figures are on the list of some evil beings.
It's completely different.
abyss.
Behind the Gate of Original Sin.
The terrifying meat mountain hung in the sky like stars, and black and dirty rainwater flowed down from the top of the meat mountain and kept dripping below.
An evil god is sitting on a mountain of flesh, his clothes all tattered and filthy.
A small three-leaf man-shaped pottery doll sat on his shoulder. From time to time it would move and even speak.
It doesn't know when it started to have the ability to speak. It should have been given to it by the Evil God of Original Sin.
The Evil God of Original Sin lowered his head and looked somewhere in the human world.
The small three-leaf man took out a piece of cloth scroll, pulled it open and read the name on it.
"A human believer of the God of Alchemy, a despicable and greedy person who thinks he is pious."
"He's on my list."
The three-leaf man pottery doll asked the Evil God of Original Sin: "Will he be the King of Greed?"
The Evil God of Original Sin didn't pay much attention. He had many candidates.
"It depends on whether he is greedy enough."
"But I always feel that he is still a little bit behind."
Three-leaf man pottery doll: "What's the difference?"
The Evil God of Original Sin: "I don't even dare to covet the power of God. I am not so greedy that I dare to betray God."
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