The scenery around the furniture instantly became dark, and an inexplicable door opened.
Immediately, a figure slowly emerged, holding a strange crown in his hand.
It is ugly in shape, like a poor work made by a child out of mud, and the color proportions are also very inconsistent, red, gold, blue, green... It is like a white paper with random graffiti.
In the center of the crown is a black and white crystal.
"The 'angel-level' creature is the fool's crown!"
Aaron tossed the crown and sighed.
His craftsmanship is indeed a bit trendy. He made some mistakes when creating magical items and managed to make up for it, but the shape of the crown can no longer be changed...
Aaron looked around, sat down on the bed, and put on himself the 'fool's crown'.
The next moment, his thoughts spread far and wide, as if he had arrived in the spiritual world, overlooking the outline of the entire earthly world.
The New World, the Old World, and a dark ocean... Although most of them are shrouded in fog, the general shape is consistent with the map.
In these fogs and darkness, only sporadic points of light flicker.
The 'Fool's Crown' is only an 'angel-level' artifact, and its response range is only about a large city.
Therefore, in order to expand the response range, Aaron directly embedded the legacy characteristics of the 'God of Suffering' on it, and relied on its personality comparable to that of the 'Immortal' and the transit convenience of the spiritual world signal tower to carry out '
response'!
Every point of light that lights up in the mist represents a person who chants the honorable name of the "Spirit of Falsehood" in the world!
The spiritual energy was consumed rapidly. Aaron glanced at it and found a lot of light spots. He felt a little strange: "It's not just people from the 'Invisible Hermitage'... Well, the remaining 80% are extraordinary people who study the ancient secret history.
Or curious ordinary people, or even desperate believers who try many ways..."
His inspiration quickly fell into a point of light, as if falling along an invisible thread, and entered the world, watching everything that happened from the perspective of an observer.
…
Dappled sunlight shines through the huge windows, and the old bookshelves are neatly arranged and continue to extend into the library.
A young man with blond hair and slightly freckles was curiously looking at the copy of "A Brief History of the Fabry Dynasty" in his hand, while reading the very ancient language on it: "A false spirit wandering in the unknown? This is
Which One exists?”
This line is not the main text in the manuscript, but a note belonging to a latecomer, using a very idiosyncratic language.
But this is not a problem for top students from the liberal arts school.
The young man thought proudly, and at the same time studied the strokes of this line: "It is more graceful, and the person who wrote it is very weak. It looks like it was written by a woman... Why should it be specially noted in the religious history of the Fabry Dynasty?"
?Don’t this dynasty only believe in the Tibetan God [Grandmother of the Green Banyan Tree]?”
"John, big news!"
At this time, a male classmate came over, with a look of surprise on his face: "The Kingdom is building momentum for several brand-new churches... Combined with the previous podium massacre, it seems that something terrible is about to happen in religion.
"
"Oh, I'll go take a look." The young man named John put down his book, and the picture suddenly broke.
…
Aaron looked at the invisible mark that fell on John, but sighed: "Has it been marked?"
Those who recite the name of the True God, even if there is no response for a while, are actually registered with the True God!
For example, Aaron can notice John at any time through this mark, and even... exert influence!
If you encounter evil gods or crazy hidden existences, it will indeed become quite dangerous.
"In this mysterious world, you have to be careful what you say."
Aaron continued to put his inspiration into another point of light and followed the invisible connection into the earthly valley.
This time, he seemed to have arrived in the New World, South Indonesia.
A group of natives dressed in feathers and animal skins gathered around a bonfire and were loudly chanting incantations passed down from ancient times in voodoo language:
"The great spirit from the unknown, the untouchable existence..."
Before the bonfire, there was also the bright red heart of the freshly dissected prey as a sacrifice.
After an indigenous wizard who looked like a shaman finished offering sacrifices to this unknown 'great spirit', he changed the topic and ordered people to bring a plate with blood-stained eyeballs.
At the same time, he chanted loudly in voodoo language: "Crimson moon, mother of all evil spirits, please bless our tribe and curse the people on the boats who invade our land..."
Seeing that there seemed to be no response, the old wizard began to pray to other hidden existences, which sounded like he was praising the sun...
…
'I'm sorry... When I see your way of worshiping gods in a hurry when you are sick, I just want to smash a god to punish you.'
Watching this scene, Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, silently cursing.
'Sure enough... there will always be people who will pursue the traces of the hidden existences that have left their names in history, but they are not what I am looking for.'
Aaron's inspiration spread and he sensed several more dazzling light spots, which converged at the approximate location of Pulmouth, giving him a close aura.
Pulmouth.
House of Baron Jacques.
The baron's daughter, Metana Jacques, was praying quietly in her bedroom.
"The great 'Morro Gate God'... I have successfully passed the review of the Special Intelligence Service... They believe that my father is a victim, and I am more of an innocent person who has been affected..."
Although she already knew the honorable name of the 'Spirit of Falsehood', Metana believed that this great being must have a profound meaning when he redeemed her in the form of the 'God Mora'.
Therefore, even if you pray, you are praying to the "God Mora".
However, as long as the honorific names described above are accurate, it really doesn't make much difference.
The next moment, a scene emerged in Metana's mind. It was night, the clock hands pointed to midnight, and she was sleeping soundly.
"Has my Lord sent an oracle?"
Metana was pleasantly surprised: "12 o'clock tonight? Go to bed on time?"
Although this oracle is a bit strange, she is prepared to carry it out meticulously.
…
Inside the magnificent religious hall.
Nicholas, wearing a red bishop's robe, looked at a group of white-haired old men arguing with red faces in front of him, and couldn't help but yawned.
'How else can we discuss it? If we want to compete with the Church of True God, we must also introduce our own extraordinary power. Whatever it is called the Inquisition, black monks can do it... The key is to master the power. It's not that they don't understand, they are just fighting for power.
.'
At this moment, a scene appeared in his mind.
This made Nicholas excited, but looking at the commotion in front of him, he still endured it.
At the same moment, sisters Yevna and Lily, and even Percy who was investigating the underground of the headquarters, all received the revelation of the 'False Spirit'.
Ye Funai and others naturally thanked the gods happily.
Percy looked at the collapsed building of the General Investigation Bureau and the stone platform, and fell into silence...