Pirate: My villain's identity is exposed

Cathedral of Holy Light.

This church is located on Breeze Street in the east of the city. It is bathed in sunlight all day long, and the oriel windows of the church have been wiped spotless, reflecting colorful light.

Even though the fighting in the Civic Center was fierce, it did not spread here.

But most of the citizens on the street have evacuated. Except for the clergy and children from the orphanage who are still praying in the church, there is no one else idle.

Sherlock and others were taken to the Cathedral of the Holy Light by Willy Pope.

Herring, Crocodile, and Mr. 1 were arranged to live in a dormitory built into the church, with tall and burly clergymen guarding the door.

Although it is not imprisonment, it is equivalent to house arrest.

Sherlock was taken to the main classroom by Willie Pope to meet Bells.

Knock on the main classroom door.

A familiar deep voice came from inside.

"Come in."

Willy Pope opened the door and invited Sherlock in.

Bells looked even older now. With his eyes closed, he would have looked like an old man who had passed away, if he hadn't spoken.

"Beloved one, do you have many questions to ask me? Please ask me."

Bells sat next to the window sill, the gentle orange light shining on him.

Sherlock opens the game perspective and identifies Bells.

Bells, title [Lord of Consciousness]

HP: Continuous calculation, the number is close to infinity.

Skills: consciousness invasion, consciousness field, consciousness storage, consciousness creation.

Skill analysis:

Consciousness invasion: Invade other people's consciousness, explore other people's memories, enslave other people's consciousness, and make others become puppets.

Field of consciousness: Create a world of consciousness. In the world of consciousness of the deity, no one can defeat oneself.

Consciousness storage: Store the biological consciousness that appears throughout the Twilight Island. The more consciousness you store, the more spiritual power you will gain. This power can not only be used by yourself, but can also be passed on to others.

Consciousness creation: tampering with the memory of new humans to create consciousness and abilities that meet their own requirements.

Sherlock was stunned, so the people on Twilight Island could ignore the falseness of this world day after day, and would not find any abnormalities after repeated rebirths.

Because their Archbishop Bells truly possesses the power of the Lord of Consciousness and tampered with their memories.

But since he has such power, he can definitely help the nun. Why?

"Bueno is dead."

Shylock did have many questions for the Archbishop.

"Well, she was relieved."

Bells replied calmly.

"Since you can invade other people's consciousness, why don't you help her?"

Sherlock sat down on the mahogany chair, and Willy Pope poured him a cup of coffee. When he heard the word Bueno, his hands trembled slightly.

"This is her fate. If it weren't for her, you wouldn't know the suffering of people living in this world, and you wouldn't change your mind and help everyone."

The lips on Bells's grooved cheeks trembled slightly, making a deep sound.

"From the moment you entered the Twilight Island, you invaded Lauberon's consciousness?"

Sherlock frowned slightly.

"what have you found?"

Bells raised the corners of his mouth slightly, lifted the blanket on his knees, and exhaled a breath.

"With Lauberon's temperament, it is indeed possible to imagine a group of death row prisoners, but he cannot all use me as a standard. He will only think in terms of ordinary people's standards, so that he can kill more easily. And when these death row prisoners appear, , he wouldn’t let them cause chaos everywhere, but would blow them all up to death.”

Shylock already knows Lauberon very well. He likes killing, but he is not stupid. He will never create a group of monsters that he cannot control.

Bells touched the thin plush on the blanket and said:

"You were half right. I did invade his consciousness, but at the same time I also invaded the consciousness of all outsiders. Except for yours, I couldn't invade your consciousness, so I tampered with his wishes and let him create Create a group of people with the same strength as you to verify my conjecture."

"What guess?"

Sherlock looked at him suspiciously.

"You have a huge secret hidden in you. Even people with the same strength as you can't defeat you, so I can't invade your consciousness."

Bells spoke slowly, seeming to sense Sherlock's wariness, and he continued,

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in your secret at all, because I know that you are the one I'm waiting for, the one favored by the Phoenix God, and that's enough."

"The behavior of those death row prisoners is also very strange. Is it because you invaded their consciousness?"

Sherlock was referring to the conflict between the death row prisoners holding hostages and the pirates. Logically speaking, the liberated prisoners should not cause riots immediately but escape.

"Yes, this is also a test of your ability."

Bales didn't deny it at all.

Sherlock suddenly felt that the power of the Archbishop was too terrifying, and he was extremely frightened when he thought about it.

"What about He Ling?"

Sherlock looked at the old fox.

"That poor child, she wanted to help you, but she didn't have the power. I just passed on part of my spiritual power to her and taught her how to summon the new gods. I didn't expect that she really succeeded."

Bells still had his eyes closed, and Willie Pope made him a cup of coffee and handed it to his old hands.

Bells took a sip of coffee;

"I can feel that that child is full of love for you. Maybe it's her purity that awakens Mr. Phoenix. Mr. Phoenix always likes to take away other people's beloved things."

"If you didn't set so many traps for me, I might help you, but now, I just want to leave this hellish place."

Sherlock put the coffee cup on the table and stood up.

"No, I'm just helping you."

Bells opened his eyes, and his blurry and cloudy eyes were filled with white.

"Help me? Do you know how many of my companions have died?"

Sherlock clenched his fists.

"Beloved ones, don't be resentful towards me. The reason why they have this result is not because of me, but because of their own decisions. Since they have chosen to take risks, they should be prepared to face death at any time."

Bells said slowly, stretching out his hand to catch the dusk light,

"Just like the light and shadow passing in the hands, so short but continuous, this is the real life, the fragile and small life, is the real life. You should be happy for them, you don't have to be imprisoned like this island at dusk People who do not die have never truly lived.”

"They say time stands still on this island. I just want to ask if they can be resurrected."

Sherlock walked up to Bells. Bells still couldn't see him, but he could feel the aura of killing.

Sherlock looked cold. He could not accept that Bells indirectly killed most of his companions in order to test him.