There is no text on the white paper, which is completely different from the contracts engraved with thought dolls.
This is a piece of pure white paper without any defects. In a sense, this piece of white paper is purer than water. It's as if all the filth has completely dissipated at the first sight of it, leaving only holy purity in my heart.
However, in Anya's eyes, this piece of paper was like a contract from hell. Because she knows what she is doing.
What she is doing is something that the Church of Truth hates to the core and cannot understand even for twelve seconds. What she wanted to do was to violate all rules and human nature, and to violate the morals established by any country.
"You are wrong..."
Looking at the white paper in her hand, Anya's eyes were filled with endless grief and grief. As the Pope of a church of emotions, she completely allowed it to take over her sanity.
For the first time in twenty-five years, she released her emotions.
"The Pope of the Church of Emotions, the Master of the Church of Truth, and my teacher."
Stretching out her hand, her trembling fingertips gently scratched the white paper. Anya's voice was filled with endless pathos, "Why do you have to take this road?"
This is the devil's deal.
Anya still remembered the intoxicating love in her amber eyes when the beautiful woman in a nun's uniform gently picked up her young self.
Anya is precocious, or in other words, her talent allows her to perceive all emotions from the day she wakes up. Pain, sadness, regret, despair, happiness, love, joy, numbness. The moment she came out of her mother's body, she was overwhelmed by countless emotions she had never seen before, and she experienced emotional torture for the first time.
It’s a torture, not a gift.
No crying, no fuss, no smile, just silent eyes.
That memory has faded, or in other words, Anya's instinct doesn't want her to recall that time when there was only darkness. Incomprehensible emotions, parents' doubts and final disappointment, and the lingering numbness. These negative emotions caused Anya to suffer a lot at that time, and she was even considered to have dementia by doctors.
Later, people from the church found her. They told her parents that Anya was God's chosen one and wanted to ask for their permission to bring her to the church. At that time, Anya felt an unprecedented emotion for the first time.
relief.
Yes, relief.
When Anya was handed over to the Pope by church personnel, she once again experienced the warm emotions her mother had given her at the beginning. Slowly, with the help of the Pope, Anya correctly mastered her abilities and began to learn the teachings of the Emotional Church. Slowly, she forgets her painful past because she has someone more worthy of following her.
Tragedy is tearing beauty apart alive.
"This is the teacher's lifelong effort."
Soul puppet.
Anya will never forget that when she was eighteen years old, her teacher mysteriously took her into a basement. She opened a cabinet and a girl's body appeared in front of her. Under the control of the teacher, the girl opened her eyes and greeted Anya with a voice like an oriole.
That day, Anya learned about the teacher's other identity.
The Church of Truth, the first leader.
Anya, who once believed in gods, learned about the teachings of the Church of Truth and also learned that her teacher had actually been disobeying gods. She also saw the papers hanging on the walls of that room, as well as the names of the soul puppets.
Of course, this doesn't make Anya feel overwhelmed. To her, the teacher is everything, and even the gods cannot compare with the teacher. Therefore, at that time, Anya resolutely chose to help her teacher and jointly develop the soul puppet.
Then, came the thought puppet.
Anya still remembered that when she showed off the thought puppet she made to the teacher like a child, she saw the colors emerging from the teacher's body.
Holy white.
Twisted white.
For the first time, Anya saw two people in the same emotion
face. Immaculate holiness and chaotic distortion appeared in the teacher at the same time.
Then, there is Anya's nightmare.
"People in the emotional church are born with their own flaws."
The ritual knife sliced through the skin smoothly, and runes were carved into the flesh.
"Anya, your flaw is that you are too sensitive to emotions. If you don't close your emotions, sooner or later, you will be swayed by other people's emotions. In the end, your body will be slowly abandoned by your consciousness and become the puppet of others."
Crush the white dust and pour it onto the surface of the skeleton.
"People say that emotionally sensitive people have an easier time connecting with the gods. Actually, they're right."
Gently crack the skull with a hammer and light the Soul Grass.
"But what they don't know is that if you want to get in touch with God first, you have to get in touch with a truth. A truth that makes people crazy."
Goug out the bloodshot eyes and gently carve the lines.
"I have seen."
The last character was carved, and the face that had been stripped of its skin and carved with words smiled and showed its teeth, "Pure white."
"Twisted white."
"The color white represents salvation."
"The white color that destroys everything"
Then, a thought doll named "Siliya" appeared.
No, it should be said that Siliya is neither a thought puppet nor a soul puppet. Because the body she uses is a body given by God. As for her soul, Anya stripped Siliya's soul away and created an existence completely opposite to her according to her wishes.
Pure white, the white of despair, the white of destruction.
Anya made her teacher into a doll with her own hands.
White doll.
Then she smashed the doll into pieces.
Use the white powder obtained by crushing it to make more dolls. One after another, the dolls died at the hands of humans.
Then the teacher appeared on every inch of Tarik's body.
"Silia."
After killing a Japanese soldier, Noxar suddenly felt a palpitation suddenly spread in his heart. As a veteran iron-blooded berserker, Noxar made a prompt decision and activated the defensive runes on his body.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Suddenly, Noxa's huge body fell to his knees. He clutched his chest in pain and gasped, as if his heart had been hit hard several times by something.
In pain, he heard the sound of others falling to the ground, and it was obvious that he was not the only one suffering from this sudden burst. As if a century had passed, just when Noxar thought his heart had been smashed, the pain suddenly disappeared, and he collapsed directly to the ground, sweat soaking his armor.
"Well..."
There was a muffled sound from the side. Noxa slowly turned his head and saw Alpha, who was clutching his chest and looking pale.
"what happened?"
Perhaps he had expected it, or it might have been a subconscious action. The moment the heart palpitations appeared, Kenny opened the door to the void and got in, so that the feeling did not erode his body. When he came out again, he saw Noxa and Elfa lying on the ground.
"have no idea."
Geralost on the side was a little confused. He did nothing and his teammates suddenly fell to the ground. And his land Fantes also collapsed to the ground at a very high rate.
"Don't you feel it?"
Alpha looked at Gerost and said in a hollow voice, "Heart, heart pain?"
"No."
Gerost frowned, looked at Alpha and the others who were inexplicably collapsed on the ground, and said solemnly: "You were suddenly attacked?"
"It doesn't look like an attack."
Noxa slowly sat up, with a very unhappy look on his face, "I feel like this is a curse."
"curse?"
Gerost was stunned for a moment, and then they suddenly heard a strange noise.
Rustling.
A sound like a snake wandering in the jungle suddenly sounded. Suddenly, several people's hair stood on end and they subconsciously launched an attack on the source of the sound.
Then, they discovered that they were attacking nothing but a blank slate.
Hi, it's just blank.
Looking at the pure blank space, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. At first they thought it was an enemy, but it turned out to be just a solid color block.
"Damn, you scared me."
Noxa subconsciously cursed, then suddenly took out a dagger in his hand and stabbed to the side, tearing apart a sneak attack soul puppet.
Then, he saw the bright red color on the pure white color block.
Like, red like blood.
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"It's not over, right?"
At the last twelve seconds, the soldiers rushed towards Huang Yi non-stop. Huang Yi frowned, and the sharp blade in his hand kept flashing with cold light. The numb charging puppets quickly turned into ashes and fell to the ground.
"It looks like it's about to be cleaned up."
Izzy on the side put away the stabbing sword in her hand gracefully, with a hint of helplessness on her delicate face, "There are too many of these monsters."
"That's right."
With a heavy wave of his hand, an invisible ripple swept across the crowd in front of him, and in the next second, countless white dust fell into the sky. Huang Yi coughed twice and said with some displeasure: "This thing purely pollutes the environment. When I catch the man behind it, I have to ask him to compensate me according to the price."
"We would be more grateful to you if you could compensate for the undue losses."
Izzy sighed. Huang Yi's fighting style was in full swing. Perhaps he got the order "You won't pay for anything you break." Every time he attacked without damaging some innocent buildings, he had to shake his head to show his displeasure.
"Okay, it's all cleaned up."
Glancing at the soldiers of the Commercial Church not far away who were about to wipe out the enemy under the white background, Huang Yi put away his sharp blade and said in a bored tone: "Do these things have this much strength?"
"Generally speaking, the person who said this will be turned into a fool by the sudden turn of events. I hope you can take back these words, which are like those of an old general on the stage of Three Oriental Courts, and give me the joy of living a humble life."
Listening to the overt and covert words, Huang Yi clicked his tongue and walked towards the white square while humming a song without making any excuses.
Then, he saw the dark marks on the white that looked like evil spirits.
what is that?
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"You see, as I said, the heart is the key."
The huge eyes were like the ocean upside down in the sky. He looked at everything, but his voice was like fine falling rain, "Look, look, I succeeded."
"You really did it."
The silver body hung quietly in the air like a god. Shankos, the God of Commerce, said with great interest: "Then when will the results of your experiment be available?"
"Soon, soon."
He turned over and pressed the colorful tumors on his body into the sky, revealing the pure white part. "It's going to be quick. We'll see the results of my experiment soon."
"It surprised me that."
A faint smile appeared on Shankos' silver face, "Among us, you are the first one to successfully prove the theory."
"I'm so lucky."
He breathed a long sigh of relief and said with emotion: "Anya, Anya, what a perfect treasure. If she hadn't exposed my flesh and blood, I wouldn't have known that she would have made her teacher into a puppet. She is so perfect. , I never thought that a person so close to me would not go crazy after learning the truth, and could actually suppress his painful emotions and put his
The teacher made a puppet! "
"What's next?"
The overlapping rings of elements slowly emerged, and Asua's face appeared in the air.
"She will verify a perfect experimental result for us."
refer to? In other words, the sky that enveloped Tariq, his laughter became more joyful, "The human heart will be our most perfect fuel. When the results are confirmed, we will not need to let humans experience pain." , let them sublimate their bodies into fuel. It’s too troublesome, too troublesome, we just need to ignite the hearts of these humans, that’s enough!”
"soul?"
Asua frowned in Yun Zhong and asked in confusion: "Are you talking about the soul?"
"No, the soul is not fuel at all."
Shankos on the side shook his head and explained: "The ancient god has already experimented. The human soul and the body are of the same weight. The fuel in their bodies has nothing to do with the soul. Light igniting the soul is not even enough to burn this The world is shattered."
"The soul, the soul is the great existence."
The pure white color began to boil, as if feeling joy, "I will say, I will say that my choice is right. Human souls and bodies have the same weight, but they can inspire enough energy under certain circumstances. Fuel. This shows that humans have another existence besides their body and soul that allows them to create fuel."
"As long as the tower explodes, as long as their hearts are captured by Anya's puppet. As long as that spiritual torrent can touch us, everything about me will be confirmed, and our future will be clear."
The sea of clouds continued to boil, white, blue, red, yellow, countless colors began to condense into disgusting tumors. Slowly, these tumors gathered together, and a holy cheek appeared in the sky.
God of Emotions - Mass.
