At about the same time, in the great church of the Reincarnation Cult, a mysterious and strange ceremony was taking place.
Outside the church, a reorganized order of Samsara Knights was waiting in full formation. The warlocks built a huge three-dimensional magic circle, which truly prevented even a mosquito from flying in.
In mid-air, mosquitoes without eyes would fly by from time to time and hit the invisible light curtain, causing shallow ripples at the cost of being shattered into pieces.
On the ground, there are three steps and one post, five steps and one sentry.
In the Great Sacred Hall, hundreds of high-level priests were taking turns taking turns, sitting at the six corners of a six-pointed star formation. They kept praising the majesty of the God of Reincarnation and reciting lengthy mantras that differed from those of outsiders.
The magic power was injected into the magic circle at their feet, forming waves of dark green spiritual power, which were transmitted to the huge portal in the middle of the Great Cathedral that was as high as a standard basketball court.
In the illusory mirror portal surrounded by green spiritual flames, groups of gray-robed men came out one after another.
They walked in an extremely strange way, with their feet never touching the ground.
That's right! These gray-robed men are all entities that appear as embodied spirits.
On a high platform in front of the magic circle, a man in gray robe wearing a felt hat clasped his hands with his fingers clasped in a gesture. He was not deliberately making any spell-casting gestures, but his hands were really competing.
His slightly trembling voice continued to echo in the cathedral.
"Victory in separate worlds is meaningless. Only victory in the main world is the most perfect victory! We have been dormant for thousands of years just for this moment. Come in! Find another self and merge with yourself!"
In the indoor hall of over 10,000 square meters in front of the magic circle, sleeping believers are placed every half meter.
One after another, the ghosts found themselves in this world and matched one by one. They rushed into the body in front of them while making screams representing surprise.
Soon, thousands of believers found their matches.
Some believers quickly sat up and loudly praised the greatness of the God of Reincarnation.
Some were twitching all over and howling crazily.
Some of them jumped up suddenly, their whole bodies exploded, and they became less human-like in just a few breaths.
Seeing that they were about to become terrifying chaos demons, the black-clothed guards around the hall moved.
A series of criss-crossing spiritual lights cut through the air of the hall and the twisted bodies.
In less than ten minutes, except for those devout believers who were prostrate on the ground and kept kneeling in worship, the remaining believers, whether they had turned into monsters or were still twitching, were all beaten by some guys dressed in black with bloody iron bullets.
Hook it and drag it away.
"Ouch!"
"Ah! Let me go! Let go -"
"I, I can do it, don't, just give me some time."
Whether it was beastly roars or clear pleas, these men in black turned a deaf ear and dragged them all away one by one like iron hooks hooking large pieces of pork that had been cut open on a pork stall.
There was no mercy, no humanity, and all the losers were thrown into a bottomless abyss beside the Great Cathedral.
No, it is not appropriate to say that this is an abyss. Because before the person who was thrown in fell to the bottom, he found that the wall of the abyss suddenly squirmed, and countless sharp fangs suddenly popped out of the wall of the cave, throwing the loser in.
Instantly chew into minced meat.
A guy dressed as a priest came to the man who was playing "left and right" with his hands.
"High Priest! Only 248 people are qualified this time."
The high priest raised his head slightly, raised his felt hat, and a strange light shone in his strange-colored demonic eyes.
Only from the slightly exposed collar of the gray robe can you see the Ouroboros metal collar around the high priest's neck, which symbolizes reincarnation.
"Hmph! Waste!"
With a scolding, the high-ranking priest below was immediately frightened and unable to raise his head.
"I'm so sorry!"
"Is my apology useful? If you don't want to think about how to improve my teacher's strength, just go and be a waste."
The fate of waste is to be 'recycled' by that abyss mouth!
The high-ranking priest trembled all over and quickly explained: "The main reason is that the number of 'base bodies' is a little less. Our religion in the main world has suffered unknown losses, which has reduced the number of base bodies by 21%."
"Hmph! Do you want to say that it's all Mark Destiny's fault?"
"Don't dare!" The high-ranking priest bowed his head deeply and continued to quibble: "For example, that guy Balak is a waste here, but he is a talent in several worlds..."
The face of the high priest hiding in the shadow of the felt hat seemed to be twitching: "That's enough, stop talking."
"yes."
Some things cannot be accomplished by doing them. Mark swallowed up an entire reincarnation knights, do you really think that people don't know about it?
No!
The Reincarnation Cult is well aware of this.
Barak's Bolivarian Knights of Reincarnation were destroyed by the war knight Gusin. Not to mention the dead body, even the soul was gone. Of course the people of the Reincarnation Cult knew that this was robbed by Gusin.
Then Gu Xin burped again?
As the leader of the blood moon baptism, how could Mark let go of these trophies?
The Reincarnation Cult was stunned to endure it.
Tolerating it does not mean admitting it.
It was purely due to the power of the twin goddesses that the Reincarnation Cult could not attack Mark.
The High Priest of Reincarnation murmured a line of ancient language.
The most appropriate translation is: "It's not that I won't retaliate, it's that the time has not yet come."
The high-ranking priest suddenly understood: "[Reincarnation] will liquidate all sins!"
The high priest also returned the greeting, with a cruel cold light in his eyes and a sneer: "One plus one does not necessarily equal two. In different parallel worlds, even if it is the same person, who is more dominant and who is less important? Hehehehe!"
In fact, if the words of the High Priest of Reincarnation fell into Mark’s ears, he would understand them deeply.
There are times when domestic pets bite their owners.
Artificial intelligence still has a chance to play mechanical rebellion.
Different selves in different worlds, everyone is an independent individual, who is willing to obey whom?
Not long after the attack on Mark and the others, similar news started to arrive one after another - many extraordinary people were attacked, and a large number of guys similar to the One Thousand Worlds Unification Cult appeared around the world, and the whole person became abstract.
The next day, a high-ranking light priest visited Mark. This Mr. Rashid was sent by Lao Germany to report the news.
"You're saying that the 'self' in another world attacks the self in this world, and once it succeeds, it will replace the 'self' in this world?"
"Although it sounds a bit convoluted, this has been the case in dozens of recent cases." Rashid nodded respectfully: "It is also important to note that even if you succeed in this world, you may be affected by the spirit of yourself in another world.
erosion."
Mark frowned: "Do all extraordinary people do this?"
"It's hard to say, there's no conclusion yet. One thing can be confirmed - the more complex a person's soul power is, the easier it is for his extraordinary power to collapse and turn into a chaos demon when he is impacted by the self from another world. This is a more serious situation among the Night Watchmen.
.”
Mark recalled the chaotic appearance of the Reformed Christians, and it was not unusual for him to turn into a chaotic demon who was neither human nor ghost.
Mark nodded: "Thank you for reminding me."
Pastor Rashid hesitated for a moment and then asked: "Actually, this is my personal conjecture..."
"Please tell me."
"Among the first two Catholics, a 'deviant' appeared. Archbishop Rodriguez personally held a ceremony to correct this mistake, but the Archbishop was very angry and said that this was the greatest blasphemy to the goddess of light. After correcting that mistake
After one year, he was still demoted to the regional church. I think Cardinal Destiny would like to ask, your Excellency..."
Before he finished speaking, Mark had already seen in his vision of destiny, a mixed and mottled thread of destiny in black, gray and white colors.
The thread of fate rarely exists alone; it often appears as multiple threads intertwined together, in the form of weaving threads.
What is displayed in front of you is not the [cause] line, but the [effect] line!
Mark didn't really break away from his family at the beginning. Thanks to the family's blessing, now there is a cause and a result.
Lao De helped him get through troubles. Now that Lao De is in trouble, he naturally seeks his help.
Mark sighed: "Do you know why the Archbishop is so angry?"
"Please advise!"
"That's because the cost of correction is too high."
"this……"
"I actually have similar methods here, but I hope it only includes my relatives and my grandfather's direct disciples."
This is a way out.
If it were anyone else, that would be the bottom line.
For blood relatives, the bottom line can often be exceeded.
It would be strange if someone with an extremely abstract disorder of body and soul suddenly appeared among the bishops, which would cause panic.
Think about it, how many people dare to say that they are more pious than the bishop?
Not even the bishop can bear it, let alone other believers.
If someone is not good enough, even the bishop will be demoted. Who can bear this?
Lao Dela lowered his face and asked himself if his grandson, who was not very obedient and extremely powerful, could not leave a way out.
Now that Mark has made a promise, the old man is probably going to bluster again.
This is the confidence!
After sending Bishop Rashid away, Mark gathered the elite soldiers around him in the opera house and formally warned of the possible attack.
Naturally, the core subordinates had known about it for a long time, but it was the first time for many of the family knights who followed to hear about such bizarre things.
"This... is it possible that we will be attacked by ourselves from another world? If we are not careful, we will lose ourselves and become dominated by ourselves from another world?"
"I can only say that it may be like this." Mark went on to explain the pattern of attacks.
Many people looked embarrassed.
No one knows what kind of person they are in another world.
This is just like when children are children, children have many dreams. Some people want to be heroes, some want to be painters, and some want to be nobles.
That was a time of great infinity!
As people grow up, they may be severely beaten by society and start to become closer to reality.
But there is no way to determine who the other self will become.
Suddenly changing from a good combat-type Extraordinary to another person, there will naturally be various discomforts. Once you encounter an ambush here, it will be easy to get tricked.
"Is there any way to do this?"
"Yes, yes, once you encounter this situation, just recite my name." As soon as Mark said this, there was an uproar below.
Do not look directly at God without permission.
Without permission, you are not allowed to recite the name of God at will. If you recite it, you will be induced.
This kind of gameplay is an out-and-out divine operation.
After Mark finished speaking, the group of family knights below looked at me, and I looked at you, and finally they all stared at Hank.
Grand Knight Commander Hank had no choice but to act as the first person. He squirmed a few times before he said slowly: "This... my lord, should we call you 'him' instead?"
"No! I'm not! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!" Mark denied three times in a flash: "It's just that I have some special power that can protect you guys."
Having witnessed Mark's specialness countless times, no one understands what kind of power method the so-called "knowledge is power" actually is. But the enemy who fell at Mark's feet cannot fake it.
Since the boss didn't want to say it, their subordinates naturally didn't dare to ask anymore.
If you have nothing to say, just kneel down!
"Thank you, my lord, for your generosity!" Amidst the clanking of armor, hundreds of people knelt on the ground.
That's right, Mark's direct staff has expanded.
Since he came back from the Bill Empire, Lao De has recruited some people, and Boliva has also recruited some people, plus Ivanov and other Mechanicum craftsmen recruited, as well as newly recruited wild Beyonders for the purpose of sailing the ship.
, Mark has about four hundred extraordinary people under his command.
For him who has mastered the legion card, this is not a lot of subordinates.
But this man and horse has already gone far beyond the ordinary kingdom.
Everyone was a little uneasy at first. Who knew that their master was so capable?
This is Mark’s [Diversion of Fate].
As long as he is pulled into the Shattered Space, Mark can at least allow him to bring some private goods in.
Originally I could only use the strength of the one on the opposite side, but surprisingly I had a few more weapons that I already had. At critical moments, this was definitely life-saving.
Without any suspense, within three days after the disbandment.
Lane, Conrad, Helena and Hank each encountered another version of themselves.
Under Mark's protection, they all successfully passed the test.
Mark's group was not in danger, but other places were hit hard.
Attilas - the city of art.
The high priest of music, Elini, sent reports to the Muse one after another.
The Muse originally refused: "I said, don't let the worldly affairs disturb me."
Elini insisted: "My Goddess, three high-ranking priests have converted."
The muse fell silent.
Convert!
This is a very serious matter in most churches.
For example, if Rennes War Sacrifice only gives up his position in the church, he still believes in the Lord of Storms, which is no problem. The church can let him go.
Conversion, let alone a cult, is unacceptable to most orthodox churches and will often issue a fatwa.
Only a few art gods allow believers to do this.
But the conversion of high-ranking priests had a huge impact on the faith of other believers.
"Why?" Muse asked quietly.
"Some deranged people say that you... died prematurely."
"Do you... believe it?"
"We don't want to believe it!" Elini lowered her head.
