Infinite Weird Game

In the East District, after hearing the truth announced by Flor, the believers dispersed on their own, knocking on doors from house to house to spread the new faith and oracle. Soon, the people of the entire Holy City knew about the priests' deception and deception of them.

They had been holding grudges for a long time but had not dared to tell others. It was not until today that they realized that everyone had the same thoughts and finally their anger turned into a torrent.

They do not need evidence, they just need to believe that the current life controlled by the priests is not what they want, and they will naturally pick up irrational and crazy emotions to pursue another illusory possibility.

Flor turned the parchment scroll over and read the words: "God says He will be crucified and we will raise Him to life through faith."

Then all the believers came out of their houses and gathered on the muddy and dirty streets. They rushed to the temple angrily, shouting broken slogans, their voices overlapping and surging into an indistinguishable wave.

Human beings are a herd species. Their thoughts are swept away by group ideas. When one voice becomes so loud that it becomes a torrent, all noises will resonate with it uncontrollably, be infected, incited, and eventually polished into the same tone.

They may not be fanatical or pious, but when others show fanaticism and piety, they often use their innate learning talent to express the same or even deeper feelings, for fear of falling behind and losing the group.

In the chaos, Flor, as the person who received "divine revelation" and the new prophet elected by the masses, raised his right hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

After a long while, the noise finally died down and normal conversations could be heard.

Flor, who was already dead, faced the temple and said in a flat voice: "God said that the priest distorted His decree and should be expelled from His residence. God is not wrong. We need to ask Father Laci for an explanation."

The believers responded loudly, rushed forward, and pushed the door of the temple with brute force in a disorderly manner.

With a loud bang, the door collapsed, and Father Lacy walked out, looking a little tired, but his eyes were still gentle. He opened his arms and said to the believers, "Pagans, please come in."

Although the believers were puzzled by the priest's address to them, the details were no longer important at this point. They passed Father Lachi, rushed into the temple, rushed to the statue, and saw the corridor hidden behind the statue.

They suspected that there was a secret hidden behind it for many years, so they rushed over at the same time, pushed open the stone door at the bottom, and saw the light in an instant.

The backyard of the temple turned out to be the cemetery of the Holy City. The space was connected in a strange way, and the stone altar engraved with runes was surging with blood. The blood rose into the air and turned into golden beams when it reached a certain height, filling the entire world as if it were a substance.

As if it had sensed the arrival of the believers, the golden light suddenly condensed into sharp and thin spider silk, piercing straight into the dumbfounded crowd.

……

In the square in front of the temple, after all the believers poured into the temple, the players walked out from the shadows and gathered in front of the towering black cross.

Wade was held by two players, unable to move. He could only look at Fu Jue and shout, "Can anyone tell me what happened? Fu Jue, is this your attitude towards cooperation?"

Fu Jue said calmly: “The basis of cooperation is that the strength of both parties is at the same level, and it is impossible to subdue either party through absolute force, so we have to form a stable, trusting and mutually beneficial relationship through negotiation.

"I have analyzed and evaluated your strength and character. I don't think you have the basis to cooperate with me, and you can't hand over your trust just because of a negotiation. Relatively speaking, it is more efficient to turn you into a disposable tool through force."

The expression "disposable tool" was dangerous enough. Wade looked at Qi Si who was beside Fu Jue and said, "Qisi, I thought you were an NPC before. You acted really well..."

Qi Si smiled and said, "In a sense, I can indeed be considered an NPC. After all, I can now try to set some death points at any time so that you can experience it for yourself."

"grass!"

Wade listened to the two people's irreconcilable conversation and felt so frustrated that he wanted to die. After killing Asakura Yuko, he thought the threat to his life had been temporarily lifted, but he didn't expect that everything had just begun.

He even suspected that this was something Asakura Yuko had anticipated long ago, and deliberately had him bound to the deceptive identity card of "Forbidden Scholar" just to make him a target of Fu Jue and Qi Si.

They said Fu Jue was being targeted by other players, but now it turns out that the entire copy belongs to him. What’s the point of playing?
Combined with the strange behavior of the two players who were holding him, Wade had a terrifying guess in his heart, and he threatened with a sneer: "Master Fu, have you forgotten that if you die in a dungeon, you will have half an hour to leave a will in reality? I want to see how they will react when they find out that the famous Master Fu is actually the same person as the puppeteer."

Fu Jue did not answer, as if he did not hear his words at all, and just looked at the sky calmly.

Wade gradually came to his senses: Yes, the final copy is about to be opened, and it takes time for public opinion in the forum to brew. No matter how heated the situation is by then, it cannot change the fact that Fu Jue is bound to two identity cards with higher sequences at the same time.

With both the [Fallen Savior] and the [Blind Dictator] in his hands, he had a considerable advantage. Others had no choice but to turn a blind eye and pray that he would stand on the side of humanity.

Sigmund came close to Vader and gave him a friendly smile: "My friend, there is no need for you to be an enemy of Fu. I once foolishly disobeyed him, but after understanding his great ideals, I immediately turned over a new leaf, followed his example, and bowed down to him..."

Qis silently blocked out the speech of this unscrupulous Jew and turned his gaze towards the direction of the temple.

A sacrifice before the birth of a god was taking place there.

……

The skin of the believers was pierced by fine threads of golden light. A closer look revealed that they were not spider silk, but the roots of giant trees.

Fresh blood dripped onto the stone altar, spreading and seeping in all directions along the concave lines, and at some point burst out into new golden beams of light.

The rays of light spread out aimlessly in all directions, like fireworks splashing out after a planet was smashed into the sun, and after exploding in the air, they grew into the phantoms of golden vines.

The vines brought flesh and blood from afar, and a huge bud grew on the branches. The golden flowers grew until they were about to touch the sky, and a dazzling sea of ​​flowers bloomed above the sacred city.

Layers of crystal-like petals surround the crystal clear pistil in the middle. Star-like spots of light float and swim in the clear golden liquid in the center of the flower, flowing down like a golden shower.

Qis gazed at the golden flowers, and beautiful scenes emerged in his mind. He seemed to remember a lot in an instant, but also seemed to remember nothing.

Ancient whispers rang in my ears. One voice was from Li, and the other was from him...

"That is the flower of rules. We came from there and will return there. Perhaps when the day comes when I have to disappear, I will eat you."

"Qi, what does it look like?"

"Tsk, I almost forgot that your eyes were just burned by the Ancestral God... It sucked the flesh and blood I discarded, drawing nutrients from the rotten body, which was full of filth and pus."

"It sounds ugly."

"Yeah, who told me to always feed it garbage? It's time to give it something good to eat. I think you're a good one." Two blurry figures swayed under the shadow of the World Tree. Qis's eyes reflected the undead walking on the earth and the pus flowing like a river, and his pupils expanded and shrank.

What he saw before him was not his memory, but an objective record of the world. The influence of the ancestor god had never left him, and he had taken every move of countless creatures under his control. The original layout might have changed.

Is it a bluff or a final warning? Qi Si half closed his eyes, and the red-clothed figure in the depths of the mind hall slightly bowed, and thousands of scarlet leaves were connected to it across time and space.

[Scarlet High Priest] greedily grabbed the power of faith, but the blood-colored mist was blocked by an invisible barrier when it reached the outskirts of the Holy City.

The silver-white eyes in the sky widened to a ferocious degree, dyeing the entire sky the color of day, and countless spider silks fell like rain.

Everything was silent, even the original sounds in the sacred city were diluted and returned to silence. Time seemed to slow down, and all things and creatures stopped for this grand ceremony, and cast uncontrollably admiring gazes.

There is no need to declare or narrate. Just by living in this world, the corresponding information is instilled in the bottom of the mind, and it is known at this moment: He is the ancestor god, the mother of all things in the world, and is about to return to this land created by Him...

The system interface did not refresh any new prompts. It was unknown whether it was down or whether it was happy to see the resurrection of the ancestor god. Phantom pains appeared in everyone's five senses from looking directly at the existence of a higher dimension. Except for Fu Jue and Qi Si, all other players were bleeding from all seven orifices.

Sigmund had stopped talking. He crawled to a cave and went in, taking out a shield-like prop to block himself.

Wade was being held in a clamp, about to be entangled by the spider silk. He cursed and shouted at Fu Jue: "Hey, something big has happened! I don't believe that the current development is also in your plan. You should know the consequences of the revival of the gods. It's not too late for us to cooperate now..."

"If you don't want to die from looking directly at the ancestor god, bind your identity card as soon as possible." Fu Jue's voice was cold. After saying this, he calmly uttered two words, "Pause."

The moment he finished speaking, a golden four-sided dice appeared at his fingertips, spinning at high speed and turning into a huge pyramid across his head.

[Name: Dice of Destiny]

[Type: props]

[Effect: Slightly move the thread of fate. The greater the number of points, the greater the amplitude of the movement.]

[Note: Do gods roll dice? ]

The spider silk was completely blocked, and the pupil in the sky turned slightly, facing Fu Jue below. More blood mist and golden light evaporated from the temple, entangled and devoured each other in the air, and the believers in the temple chanted chaotic prayers in unison.

[The Lord of the Gods Exiled from the World's Rules]

[The Lord of Death who is in charge of creation and annihilation]

[A great existence that is older than history]

The honorific names of the two gods merged in a strange way. Qis remained calm and walked towards the temple step by step.

Under the golden flowers, there is a slowly rotating sundial shadow suspended - the authority of time and space.

……

In the temple, rows of believers fell on the altar, their flesh and blood melted into mud and smeared on the stone walls, covering the ground with a layer of bright red soil.

The believers at the back noticed something was wrong and wanted to retreat, but it was too late. Spider-web-like threads fell from the sky, entangled their limbs, and pulled them forward like puppets.

After completing his mission, Flor's body fell to the ground, turning into dry bones at a speed visible to the naked eye, merging with the bodies of other believers. In the mud of flesh and blood, golden spots of light flew out like fireflies, forming a large piece of golden light in the air.

Father Laci watched this forced sacrifice with a smile, and recited the prayer left by God with joy and satisfaction. The former God was too selfless, and gave his authority and flesh and blood to all living beings without reservation, but it did not win faith and love, but instead stimulated the greed deep in human nature, making them go further.

Now, the god who has opened his eyes again has learned to ask for things, and has begun to take back from the believers what he once gave away. Why should we be afraid and resist? It is only right to return things to their original owners. This is how gods should be, noble and majestic, awe-inspiring, and only then can they gain piety...

A tear rolled down Father Rach's eye. After so many years, he still remembered the day when he first saw God. A beautiful and loving woman squatted down and tapped his forehead with her index finger, which gave him revelation. From then on, he had the ability to prophesy and became God's agent.

He loves God because of His selflessness, but gradually he cannot accept His selflessness because of his love for Him. So let the world return to its original state...

The gaze of the ancestor god was like an anchor point. More and more gazes from humans, ghosts, and animals converged on Fu Jue, gradually weaving into a web with fine stitches, making him unable to move.

Qi Si stretched out his hand towards the sundial, and the moment his fingertips touched the pointer, the eyes in the sky turned around, and those gazes that were locked on Fu Jue began to shift towards him.

His body became heavier and heavier, and the feeling of being restrained became more and more obvious. The shadows in countless ditches, under the eaves, and behind the walls solidified and transformed into pairs of pitch-black ghost hands that grabbed at him.

Qi Si seemed unaware, as blood-colored vines emerged from under his wide robe sleeves, entwining the shadow of the sundial layer by layer, grinding away the golden light on the surface and transforming it into blood foam.

Wade finally completed the binding of the [Forbidden Scholar] identity card. His vitality recovered at a perceptible speed, and the blood in his nasal cavity began to flow back.

He gasped for air, his tentacles wriggling faintly under his robes, his silver-white eyes seemed to be attracted and turned to...

The Ancestral God loves the world and is always watching everyone's actions. Before He truly completes His resurrection, this is an automatic program written in the rules and cannot be affected by subjective factors.

The status of the three identity card holders is enough to attract His attention, and with proper planning, His power can be smoothly restrained.

This was just one of the foundations of the plan, but it was far from enough. Everyone was betting that using the rules of the Holy City to contain the Ancestral God would be easier than confronting Him in the final instance.

All the believers in the backyard of the temple fell down, turning into the most luxurious sacrifices in the resurrection ceremony. Father Lachi stood in the blood and flesh and walked step by step to the center of the altar.

The newly born god did not know what compassion was. The tumor under the golden flower stretched out blood vessel-like roots and pierced into his heart. A drop of golden light rose up and merged into the sea of ​​light in the sky. The flower stretched out its last petal and bloomed completely.

At the same time, a figure in white clothes and white hair walked down the stairs on the silver-white threads in the void, with white fish and white birds flying around him.

The spirit of the ancestor god has truly revived. (End of this chapter)