Smith's parents discovered that their son had changed recently.
He has become a lot weirder. He hides in his room mysteriously after school every day.
But...it didn't.
Instead, he is lying on the desk, seemingly studying?
The ground was already covered with discarded waste paper, rolled into balls and it was quite messy.
night.
"Ho ho..."
Under the desk lamp, Smith's eyes were bloodshot.
But his expression was very crazy, full of a kind of fanaticism. His upper and lower lips kept opening and closing, and he murmured: "Finally...part of it has been repaired...I have found the name of the lost god! He will give me power!"
"And, there is a prophecy."
“When the stars return, what has lived will perish, what has long since died will rise, abominations and horrors will crawl out from the depths of the abyss, death and disease will spread throughout the world…and our Lord will fulfill his promise.
Come and grant 'revelation' to your humble servant!"
"I have seen the truth, but I am so desperate... The end of the world is unavoidable, and the glorious human civilization cannot resist the cold malice from the dark depths of the universe."
The light in Smith's eyes gradually became condensed: "If you want to be saved, you can only believe in the lost God and believe in our Lord... The apocalypse will give His servants strength!"
On the repaired remaining paper, the method of obtaining power was indeed recorded.
The first is to constantly chant the name of the lost god and call upon it.
The second one is a short poem.
"I will carry despair alone and move forward silently in the darkness."
Smith stood up.
At this moment, this middle school boy seemed to have found a great goal in life.
He is going to save the world!
…
This scene happened in many places.
These 'enlightened ones' have no connection with each other and have nothing in common, but they have all obtained clues about the lost god.
Some of them are stone tablets, some are pottery fragments, and some are texts.
The only thing they have in common is that they record the honorable name of the lost god, predict the coming of the end, and promise salvation and revelation to believers!
This was naturally something created by Fang Xian.
In fact, these chosen ones have one thing in common.
That is, there are readers who are full of resentment towards "Mr. Ring", and his character is captured in a corner of the picture.
They may be the friends, relatives of those depressed readers, or people passing by by chance on the street. Just because it happened to be at the moment when the readers were full of resentment, the pictures were transmitted together and entered Fang Xian's sight.
Of course he would not select all his readers, that would be directly exposed to the secret keeper.
Therefore, such a secondary selection was made.
‘Let’s name my sect ‘Apocalypse Religion’…after all, we have to follow the style of this world!’
Fang Xian pressed his eyebrows and muttered to himself.
He bought two cups of coffee, walked into the car, and handed one cup to Love who was observing.
"Surveillance is a delicate course. Those heretics often hide very deeply and will not easily reveal their true colors in front of others. You must have enough patience..."
Love taught carefully.
"I see……"
Fang Xian, an ordinary investigator, the newly promoted Patriarch of the Apocalypse Sect, and the hidden lost god, answered very sincerely, biting the straw.
"I have been eyeing this target for a long time. He is very cunning and has not exposed any traces. But I am 40% sure that he must be related to the Fallen Star Order... Just recently, I don't know what happened, but he was exposed.
More clues."
When Love saw a fat man walking out of the department store, he immediately put down his coffee, started the car, and followed him slowly.
'I know... He probably found out that another stronghold in the city had been destroyed. He was panicking and anxiously contacted his superiors...'
'According to this state, it won't take long for him to expose enough problems and bring out some heretics...'
Fang Xian nodded secretly and followed the target home with Love.
"I'm going to use the bathroom."
He got out of the car, walked around a corner, and looked around.
The surroundings were empty and silent, and there was no one in the corner.
Fang Xian took a deep breath and began to draw one line after another with his hands.
To outsiders, this is just a meaningless gesture, and even pagans with dark powers cannot imitate it.
Because the most important thing is not the gestures and lines, but the mental strength.
You must inject specific spiritual power to unlock the mystery!
At this time, he followed the method provided by Xia La, transformed part of his mental power, and concentrated it on his fingers.
His mental power transformed, and his eyes suddenly turned into pure silver.
Silver-white lines are outlined in the void, constantly solidifying, turning into the appearance of a mark.
It is somewhat similar to a silver key, three-dimensional and illusory.
This is the highest secret of the Wind-Chasing Sect - the 'Seal of the Door'!
After Xia La's confession and being used by Fang Xian, a brand new form was suddenly born.
Fang Xian named it "Secret Key", which means the key that can open all hidden doors.
Silvery white light gathered in the corner, and a door emerged.
The 'secret key' is integrated into the door, opening the door to this space.
Fang Xian stepped in.
When he reappeared, he was already outside the Secret Keeper branch.
'The Seal of the Gate of the Wind-Zhufeng Faction is indeed a must-have for traveling at home, killing people and setting fire...'
Fang Xian looked at the building not far away and without wasting time, he directly recited the poem "Bird with Broken Wings".
This time.
He had accumulated more intense pain than before, and all of it was offered as a sacrifice to the broken-winged bird.
A thick darkness suddenly appeared on him, completely covering his figure.
The darkness continued to spread and turned into a black mist.
From the black mist, a broken-winged bird that was twice as big as last time suddenly emerged.
Snapped!
The broken-winged bird suddenly fell down and flapped its wings, flying off the roofs of a large area of buildings.
Wow!
Bricks and stones flew all over the sky, smashing the heads of the unlucky ones with blood.
'How powerful is the Secret Keeper branch? Let me see it!'
Fang Xian waved again.
The dense black fog instantly spread towards the Secret Keeper branch.
"Enemy attack!"
"It's a supernatural creature!"
"Where is the file of Footless Bird? Find it quickly!"
"shooting!"
The Secret Keeper branch was attacked. A group of investigators were busy and unhurried. They found a bunker, swallowed the medicine, and opened fire directly on the broken-winged bird.
But no matter what the caliber of the firearm, even the filthy feathers of the broken-winged bird cannot be shot down.
on the contrary.
When the black fog spread into the branch, the investigators immediately covered their heads in pain, half-knelt down, and suffered terrible mental pollution and shock.
This is a supernatural power that even specially formulated drugs cannot resist!