Mysterious Catastrophe

"You are an illusory spirit wandering in the unknown!"

"You are an absolutely neutral existence!"

"You are the silent observer!"

"Please listen to the prayers of the believers... Your believers are about to leave Greenwood City and go to Pulmouth to take over the post of Cardinal Archbishop. I will definitely bear your name and lead the sect you incarnate to glory again..."

……

In Green Forest City, somewhere inside the Sanwu Inn.

Aaron who was lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and a hazy prayer echoed in his ears.

"This is……"

His expression became extremely sober in an instant, and he confirmed that the prayer was not an auditory hallucination, but really existed!

"This feeling is similar to hearing the prayers of believers in the state of the 'Void Spirit' back then, but I have to get very close... Now this is...another passive ability of the 'Forge'?"

Because there were too few believers or the distance was far away, Aaron hadn't discovered it before.

At this moment, he entered a state of meditation, and his inspiration suddenly burst forth.

A hazy mist appeared in front of his eyes, which seemed to cover most of the Green Forest City.

Green Forest City in the 'Mist Map' is mostly hazy, with only an outline.

Only in a certain position, there is a light golden spot.

Aaron emanates spirituality and touches the point of light.

In the next moment, a scene appeared in front of his eyes——

In a certain compartment, Nicholas Inam was doing his daily prayers with his fingers clasped together.

Beside him, the scenery outside the car window is constantly receding...

……

"It's Nicholas, he's about to leave Greenwood...going to Pulmouth? Sure enough, he's devout, is he praying every day? Even if he doesn't get an answer?"

Aaron murmured.

As the steam train started and slowly left Green Forest City, he found that this 'sense' was also rapidly weakening and was about to disappear.

"The distance I currently accept prayers is more than half of Green Forest City? The fifth essence can accept and respond to prayers in a small area, and the sixth essence can complete this interaction in a larger range, so it is called—— False god!"

"The response range obtained by the fourth element 'melting furnace' seems to be a bit larger than that of the ordinary fifth element?"

Seeing the connection that was about to be disconnected, Aaron took a deep breath, his spirituality was rapidly consumed, and a sentence was passed into Nicholas' mind.

On the carriage, Nicholas, who was closing his eyes and praying, was suddenly shocked, and a magnificent voice sounded directly from his heart:

"I see!"

"My lord... My lord has responded!" Nicholas's tears could not help splashing: "My piety has finally touched my lord... You are all great, and the Holy Spirit is your incarnation! I will obey your will, Transform the Church of the Holy Spirit!"

……

"It's only half the size of Lusen City, which is still too small. Once a believer discovers it, they will know that the 'False Spirit' is a false god!"

In the hotel, Aaron turned over and sat up, pressing his temples, feeling a little helpless.

Of course, this is not impossible, as long as you don't respond all the time.

Anyway, the "spirit of falsehood" has always ignored believers, and even sat by and watched a sect be destroyed. This is something that has been proved by history.

However, with the increasing number of people in the 'Invisible Priory', Aaron still planned to use the 'False Spirit' to establish a communication group.

"The limit of the 'melting furnace' is here, and maybe there is also the growth of the 'illusory spirit''s personality...After all, other non-human beings can't do what I do."

"Then, should we come up with ideas from other places... For example, use a certain high-level magical item as a transfer point?"

After becoming a 'melting furnace', the casting ability was further enhanced, and Aaron was still relatively confident in creating suitable magical items.

"And... I also have materials with extremely high personalities. The best ones are of course the 'Broken Spear of the Sun King' and the blood of the year old on it...but the current ability is insufficient to forge it."

"Other than that, there is only the spiritual remnant of the 'God of Suffering'. I can't use this item for the time being, so it would be good to turn it into a magical item. After all, if you want to use it in the future, you can return it to the furnace..."

The remnants of the 'God of Suffering' are mixed with 'immortal traits', comparable to the remnants of the 'Eternal Life'!

And a "long-lived person" is equivalent to a small "hidden existence" in the world!

Aaron even felt that the power of Si Sui's arrival seemed to be different from that of the 'Eternal Life'.

Therefore, if the legacy of the 'God of Suffering' can be made into a magical item, there will be no pressure to play the role of the 'Void Spirit', the character and aura can frighten people, and even the ability is almost the same!

"The 'Si Sui' are oppressed in the world, but they are happy to come here, deepening their interference and influence in various ways, whether they are curious, or fighting for power and territory, or... want to find a secret in the world Woolen cloth?"

A certain idea appeared in Aaron's mind, but he immediately put it aside.

This kind of thing will naturally be known when the personality and strength arrive in the future.

What really troubled Aaron was the problem of creating the remnants of the "God of Suffering".

"If it is a remnant of the sixth essence, I can barely try to forge an 'angel-level' trick under the blessing of the 'illusory spirit'."

"But the 'God of Suffering' is not an ordinary sixth essence. At the last moment, he is almost equivalent to half of an 'Eternal Life', and the remaining characteristics are even more so... It can create an 'unknowable' monster... That's beyond my limit right now."

"Change a plan... don't force it to be successful, directly use some of the characteristics of the 'immortal trait', and then reduce the demand...create an 'angel-level' monster with some 'agnostic-level' characteristics? Or simply a semi-finished product? ?”

"Either... simply build it into a 'signal tower', anyway, that's my original intention!"

"Setting the 'Signal Tower' in the spirit world, and using the 'Law''s universal nature, there is not much problem in receiving signals from the entire world... No, no, in this way, it is easy to be discovered by powerful existences in the spirit world , Whether it is destroyed or taken away, it is a blood loss."

"The main body of the 'signal tower' is located in the mortal world, and a 'transit base station' is set up in the spirit world with cheap materials? This idea is feasible. Set up a few more locations, and discard them if they are discovered. Anyway, it is cheap...you can also build a camouflaged base station , covering up the most important one."

"It seems very clever? Wait... Isn't this just stepping over the wireless telegraph and directly launching the mobile phone? It's even a virtual reality model... Well, I'm a conscientious enterprise, and I don't engage in two-way charging. "

Aaron transformed the spirituality in his body, from "yao" to "tower", and gave himself a "thinking storm", and suddenly felt that his thinking was speeding up, and all kinds of inspirations gushed out crazily.

This immediately gave him a feeling of 'intelligence plus point': "Sure enough, the ability of the 'melting furnace' to transform characteristics should be used to assist."

Chapter 327 Visit

Liliat's house.

Liliat was humming a tune, wearing a casual dress at home, and was watering the flowerbed.

She couldn't bear the sighs of her father Vernon Doron in the room, so she couldn't help running out for a breath of fresh air.

——Because the 'Podium Massacre' killed all the elites and upper-class people, which involved many debt defaults and financial product collapses, the storm blew to the banking and financial industry immediately.

It is said that in Pulmouth, there are already insurance managers and bank practitioners who jumped off the building.

Of course, there are also some people who took advantage of the chaos to get rich and completed the primitive accumulation of capital by picking up the leftovers of the predators at the top of the pyramid.

As for Doron's family, Doron Vernon, a senior manager of the bank, worked overtime one after another and had to work at home. Even his beer belly shriveled up a lot, and the hairline on his head was showing a tendency to retreat in a row.

"Compared to the storm in the mysterious world, this little twist in reality is nothing..."

Liliat was lost in thought when suddenly her expression changed, she covered her forehead, showing a look of pain.

This is the residual negative effect of the 'Scale of Truth'. In the eyes of outsiders, it means that Miss Doron has the symptoms of migraine.

"There is no inhuman personality, but you want to master inhuman combat power, you will have to pay a terrible price..."

'But...why would the negative effects of 'Roberts' Magical Worm Box' be so impossibly small? '

Liliat held on to the railing next to her, and kept chanting in a low voice:

'The Earl of Greenwood didn't invent 'witch's soup spaghetti', the hidden governor of the Fabry dynasty was...'

The negative effects of the 'Scale of Truth' need to be alleviated with a lot of secret history knowledge.

Among them, the part about the real history of "Earl of Green Forest" comes from the gift of Mr. "God's Envoy", which is the knowledge he taught through letters.

The others are Liliat's own collection.

"Ma'am, you seem to need help?!"

At this time, a somewhat familiar voice suddenly sounded from the side.

Liliat saw a person walking out of the shadows. He was wearing a double-breasted high-necked dress, a half-height silk top hat, and a white crystal cane in his hand.

Liliat felt that this person looked familiar, but she still showed a look of guard.

From the soil, from the green leaves and flowers of various flowers, small black bugs suddenly crawled out one after another, exuding a dangerous atmosphere, and surrounded the strange young people.

"Ms. White Dove, please don't be hostile. I am 'Rapier'. This is not my true face."

Aaron smiled and said softly.

"Mr. Rabbit?"

Liliat's expression became softer, and she recalled the black bug, still covering her forehead with one hand.

"It seems that you are in trouble, and I may be able to temporarily help you suppress it."

Aaron smiled, and two strange symbols representing knowledge and wisdom appeared in his eyes.

Books are frozen thoughts, and 'sages' can turn invisible thoughts into tangible things, infuse them into other people's bodies, and balance pollution!

'Sage' is the way of the single 'tower', the name of the fourth essence!

"The spiritual pollution on your body mainly comes from the negative effects of the 'balance of truth'... It can be regarded as a kind of thirst for knowledge and historical fanaticism. The corresponding balanced thinking should be - rational realism, and inertia!"

Aaron took out a book from the 'meat eater's bag'. It was not a secret biography, but a work of a kingdom thinker a hundred years ago.

Immediately, he grasped with his right hand, as if grasping the invisible knowledge from the writings, turning it into an illusory and distorted spell.

"If you believe me, you can try it!"

Aaron smiled and handed the spell to Liliat.

Lilia nodded and crushed the talisman. All kinds of invisible thoughts immediately entered her mind, neutralizing her fanatical desire for historical knowledge.

The corners of her twitching mouth became smoother and less painful.

Immediately, Liliat lifted her skirt and bowed to Aaron: "Thank you for your help, Mr. Rabbit."

"You can just call me Aaron." Aaron waved his hand casually, but his expression became more dignified. Through the previous balance treatment, he found more problems: "The spirituality in your body seems to be accumulating too quickly? Have you reached the 'psychic level'?" Is it possible to advance to the 'dying' limit?"

On the one hand, the spiritual accumulation is too fast, and on the other hand, it is the negative effects from high-level items. No wonder the situation is a bit more serious than expected.

"Mr. Stab Sword...you..." Liliat was a little surprised: "You seem to be promoted faster?"

A low-level Extraordinary would definitely not be able to see so much.

"Yes, I have activated the four original qualities and become an inhuman existence." Aaron nodded and admitted, "This is all the favor of our Lord!"

"Not human?"

Liliat looked at Aaron, a little absent-minded: "It's too fast... It seems that it's been less than half a year since the last time, right? Why do I feel like more than ten years have passed?"

In the mystical world, it is appalling to be able to open the fourth essence before the age of 30.

Moreover, such a person can only be said to have obtained the favor of the gods, and has nothing to do with 'genius'.

In the mysterious system, the more talented you are, the faster you die!

"Our organization is very good at cultivating newcomers. Although your current state is barely maintaining a balance, it is not stable... The best way is to pray to our Lord later and ask for His purification."

Aaron was serious.

"I try to pray every day..."

Liliat's mood suddenly became low: "But except for the first time, my lord didn't respond..."

'I'm solving this problem... With the signal tower, I should be able to complete the direct 'blessing', without my body coming to do the purification myself. '

Aaron complained in his heart, and pointed to the house behind Liliat: "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"No, please!"

Lilia performed a lady's etiquette: "I will announce that you are my friend... The maids in the house have been selected by my father and me, and I will not disclose the employer's information at will."

She knew that Aaron, who was traveling abroad, came back suddenly, there must be something important!

The two walked through the gate. Just as Liliat asked the maid to go down to prepare tea and snacks, Aaron saw a middle-aged gentleman with flaxen hair and a slightly beer belly greet him: "Liliat, who is this?"

"This is my good friend, um... from that association!" Liliat quickly introduced.

"The association?"

Vernon's expression suddenly became a little dark, and he shook hands with Aaron.