Infinite Weird Game

Above the temple, the tumor-like fruit under the golden flower is the body of the new god. It has only the body of the god but not the soul of the god, and will be the best container to receive the spirit of the ancestor god.

The mysterious attraction was about to be established, but a new interference factor appeared in the previous second. The identity card of [Forbidden Scholar] was undoubtedly more in line with it. Wade's soul was almost torn in half, and one half was pulled towards the tumor by the powerful attraction.

"Wow, interesting, am I going to become a god while lying down?" The fear of surviving a disaster and the resentment of being coerced on Wade's face were all restrained and transformed into a kind of crazy interest. It was unknown whether it was due to his nature or contaminated by other forces.

He rushed towards the tumor using both his hands and feet, but [Forbidden Scholar] underwent new changes in the process. The black figure on the card, which was as hideous as a scar, faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the connection with the authority of time and space quickly became weak, and in an instant it jumped to the path belonging to the Ancestral God.

The attraction of the fusion of soul and flesh suddenly broke, and Wade seemed to have lost his vision, spinning around in confusion. The tumor and the shadow of the ancestor god were connected by a thin white line again, but the short delay was enough. Qisi held the divine chisel and pierced the tumor, inserting his arm deep into the tumor.

A miserable scream resounded through the dome, and golden blood spurted out. The vitality of the new god's body was instantly drained by the old god. The ancestor god quickly retracted the filaments that captured the tumor and turned to walk towards Wade.

Wade bent over and panted, various historical fragments flashed before his eyes, and the chatter of thousands of years surged in his ears. He heard people's prayers and sacrificial music, and saw countless figures of women with white hair and white clothes.

There was a huge figure, holding golden fruits in his hands, squatting by the stream, touching the tiny human with his fingers... He felt an urge to crawl on the ground, as if all the god-level NPCs he had seen in the past were evil gods who had occupied the magpie's nest, and only this existence was the only true god from the birth of the world to the present.

Silvery white threads cut the space into pieces. The woman walked towards him. He could not distinguish between reality and illusion for a moment. He only heard a voice saying to him in a tone of judgment: "I will revive in your body."

The light spider silk wrapped around him layer by layer, and his consciousness became blurred, but at a certain moment he was suddenly stimulated by the cold pain and irresistibly returned to clarity.

Fu Jue stood in front of him at some point and put a silver cross pendant on his head, with the tip of the cross piercing deeply into his flesh.

A line of prompt text quietly appeared on the system interface: [Your identity has been changed to "Son of God"]

Previously, Fu Jue manipulated Thompson to take over the position of Son of God in order to bring the identity of Son of God under his control.

At this moment, Thompson officially became dead after the puppet threads on his body were pulled out. His identity as the Son of God was revealed, and the Holy City would have to find another candidate for the Son of God.

Father Laci, who presided over the appointment of the Son of God, has died. Anyone can become the Son of God by simply putting the cross symbolizing the Son of God around their neck.

Wade's left eye showed its original blue color, reflecting Fu Jue's indifferent expression; the other eye was swimming with a strange silver-white line, just like the white of the eye of a dead person.

He was breathing heavily, his mind struggling between extreme and peace, and spider-like hair quickly grew on half of his body, attacking Fu Jue's face.

Fu Jue stood still, and the yellowed parchment scroll flew out from his arms at the right time, spreading out between the two of them to the height and width of the temple gate, blocking any counterattacks.

The record of [The Son of God was crucified] rose from the paper, and the twisted strokes wrapped around the other half of Vader's body like dead vines.

Wade understood what Fu Jue wanted to do almost immediately. He raised his hands to pull at the cross around his neck, but his hands and feet were bound by the silk threads belonging to another being.

The white threads pulled away from his body like the receding tide, changed direction, and flowed towards Qis, who was connected to the sundial by blood-red vines not far away.

There was a rustling sound of snakes and insects crawling behind his ears. Qis did not look back. The vines in his sleeves became tighter and tighter. The golden sundial shattered into thousands of thin pieces at the last second, turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and turned into a blood rain that dissipated in the air.

The authority of time and space was internalized as a part of his body. In a moment of time stopping, Qis replaced a section of the history of the Holy City.

Thousands of years ago, a young priest who returned from the East prayed to God: "Great and Holy Lord, can you forgive those poor people and reduce the offerings they need to pay?"

God said to him indifferently, "If I forgive one person, I need to forgive everyone, otherwise there will be resentment and chaos; if I forgive everyone, no one will believe in me anymore, but will ask for more from me."

The priest said, "Lord, we all believe in you. If you are willing to give us a favor, we will love you as we love our parents!"

God said, "You do not believe in me, but you are afraid of me. Your love is not sacrificial, but demanding. I do not need love, which is unstable and worthless, and even less lasting and interesting than hatred."

The priest asked: "Are the poor destined to lose their shelter and die in darkness? Oh, God, how pitiful they are!"

God lowered his eyes, neither happy nor sad: "God does not love the world."

In the new world line, the priest is disappointed with God, and the believers have not been saved by God and died prematurely of hunger. The ritual has lost its basis for activation, and a paradox has emerged.

The space that should have been stable began to shake violently. Figures from different world lines overlapped and intertwined, and they screamed in fear after seeing each other.

The roars of humans and the mutterings of higher-dimensional creatures intertwined with each other. The white figure was torn into pieces, and then reassembled and dived towards Fu Jue.

Fu Jue put away the parchment scroll in mid-air and threw it back at Qis. The half-activated [Son of God was crucified] record stopped working halfway, and Wade staggered back a few steps, but he couldn't relax for too long.

The moment Qisi caught the parchment scroll, he swung out the curse pendulum, wrapped it around Vader's neck and dragged him in front of him, his fingers tightly clamped around his throat.

Only the shadows of Fu Jue and the ancestor god were left on the flat ground in front of the cross. The two puppets and Sigmund, who was newly parasitized by the puppet silk, stepped aside and waited on the spot.

Silver-gray spider silk emerged from Fu Jue's fingertips, entangled with the white filaments floating in the space, and the two figures began to merge.

At the moment of overlap, Qisi said to Vader: "Now, as the 'Son of God', Fu Jue is declared a heretic."

……

Six hours ago, after Fu Jue told Qi Si about the effect of the record [The Son of God was crucified], he knew his plan.

In the "Holy City" copy, there are a total of four beings that can serve as the bodies of the Ancestral God. One is the newly born tumor, and the remaining three are the holders of the three identity cards.

The first choice of the Ancestral God must be the completely risk-free sarcoma, but because the sarcoma itself is related to the authority of time and space, it may be attracted by the [Forbidden Scholar] identity card. This provides convenience for Qis to delay the Ancestral God's actions and take the opportunity to deal with the sarcoma.

The Ancestral God responded in time, using the backup plan he had left in the [Forbidden Scholar] card to contaminate the entire identity card. Wade thus jumped to the path of the Lord of Life. At the same time, because he did not have many trump cards, he naturally became the Ancestral God's second choice.

But because Fu Jue had made him the [Son of God] in advance and threatened him with a record that could put the Son of God to death at any time, the ancestor god had to settle for the second best and choose Qi Si or Fu Jue as the object of possession.

No matter who He chooses, the other person can force Wade to point out the other person's pagan identity and indirectly execute the ancestor god.

"I don't want you to be the one nailed to the cross in the end." At that time, Fu Jue said to Qi Si calmly, "The plan has a chance of failure. The rules of the Holy City may not override those of the Ancestral God. If your body as a god is occupied by Him, it will only make the situation in the final instance even more unfavorable."

Whether as a god or as a human, Qi Si could not understand Fu Jue. He lacked the desires that humans should have instinctively, and arrogantly arranged everything with his self-righteous ideal of saving the world. He had no personality, no likes or dislikes, and as long as it was beneficial to the situation, he could calmly put aside his grudges and work together with even former enemies.

It's like... living like a god, or more precisely, the ancestor god before the feast of gods.

That similar quality is exactly what Qis is malicious about. But he is also happy to make the ancestor god unhappy through temporary cooperation.

Then he laughed: "It's a great sacrifice. Even I can't help but admire you a little."

……

At this moment, Wade frowned, "No, is Fu Jue really a pagan? If he is not, and I made the wrong choice, won't I die with him?"

Qi Si said: "Fu Jue is indeed a pagan."

Wade looked suspicious: "How do I know you're not lying to me?"

Qi Si raised the recording paper in his hand and smiled gently: "In ten seconds, if you don't make a decision that satisfies me, I will let you die immediately."

Vader: “…”

Fu Jue pursed his lips and said nothing, leaning back on the cross. White feathers and fish scales began to spread from his ankles and wrists to the rest of his body, growing wildly on the soil of flesh and blood like summer bushes.

The silk threads between heaven and earth converged at one place, pierced the skin, and penetrated into the blood vessels. The blood that flowed out was sucked up completely, without ever dyeing the feathers and fish scales red.

This was a strange and bizarre scene. Vader felt a phantom pain on his skin at a glance. He looked away and looked at Qis with horror: "You want to kill the gods in this way? What a crazy decision. How dare you..."

Fu Jue still had no expression on his face. From his demeanor and eye color, it was impossible to tell the progress of the Ancestral God's fusion with him. It was as if he was born to be like this.

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes falling on Wade, spider web patterns reflected in his silver-grey eyes, and fine fish patterns swimming in the corners of his eyes.

Wade knew that if he let things continue like this, even if the ancestor god fully revived, he would still die. He might as well risk his life to take a gamble with the two of them...

At that moment, he raised the cross pendant on his neck and said word by word: "I think Fu Jue is a pagan."

Language is the most primitive spell. The falling words trigger the switch of the ceremony, and the game enters the trial process.

The tall black cross was oozing with dried blood, turning a dirty brown. The believers were all dead, no one gathered here, no one shouted slogans, and the execution took place in silence.

More feathers appeared on Fu Jue's body, dragging him down like ropes, as if to press him down to the ground. Blood flowed from the corners of Fu Jue's lips, but he slowly and unquestionably raised his arms and placed them on the wooden frame behind him.

A sharp spike appeared out of nowhere, driving vertically into the wrist, piercing through the hand bone and embedding into the hardwood. Deep red blood dripped from the wound, forming a shallow pool on the ground. A few broken feathers slowly floated in the pool of blood and gradually sank.

There was a flaw in the ancestor god's parasitism, and Wade's heart was agitated, and he whispered the word "execution".

Inspiration caught the sound of glass breaking, and a piercing howl exploded at the soul level. Blood flowed from the eyes of the three puppets, but they did not react. Fu Jue had temporarily lost the room to control them.

Qis walked towards the cross and thrust more nails into Fu Jue's body. Large amounts of blood gushed out, and the blood that could not be diluted in time dyed the white feathers on his body a light red.

Theoretically, a newly revived spirit could not resist this level of damage. The feathers and scales began to fade away, flowing back into the sky like a river in the sky, making a rustling sound like an angel's wings flapping.

Fu Jue did not show any unnecessary expression from beginning to end, as if the pain in his body had nothing to do with him. Until this moment, he suddenly looked up at the sky, with a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

"It failed," he said.

The ancestor god left his body without suffering any decisive harm, and all the previous plans and arrangements fell through.

Fortunately, the authority over time and space has been obtained, and the original goal has been achieved. Dealing with the ancestor god is just an additional link. Even if it fails, it will not be a complete loss.

The shadow of Poseidon's scepter appeared in Qis's hand. His soul and flesh locked onto the destination of teleportation through the anchor point planted in the game space, and were about to leave this space and time.

But...it's too late.

The feathers in the air spread rapidly like ulcers, and then fluttered down from the sky, creating a heavy snowfall that was rare in a thousand years. All roads in all directions, both abstract and concrete, were blocked.

The figure in white clothes and white hair solidified in the snow, and his emotionless silver-white eyes scanned every living being in the world, his gaze covering all existence as if it had a entity.

The feeling of powerlessness wrapped in an invisible object affected everyone, with Qis being the first to be hit. His pupils dilated, as if he would fall into an eternal sleep at any moment.

The price of plotting against the Ancestral God has always been heavy, not to mention that the resurrected Ancestral God has learned malice and hatred...

Blood oozed from Qis's body, flowing into a bright red waterfall under his black robe. Dense pain covered him like a spider web, as if he would fall apart and shatter into powder in an instant.

The woman walked towards him step by step, with flowers made of feathers blooming under her feet and corpses of strange animals scattered around. Life and death coexisted in the same room in a wonderful way and could be inflicted on any living being in this world at any time.

Qi Si stared at the woman intently, but he smiled: "Or, long time no see, it seems that you were not unconscious during the time of death."

All sounds and smells have been cleared, including the scenery of the temple and the cross and the scenes of execution. The spider silk blocks the sound, light and color, and the world returns to its simplest essence, making people feel uneasy about being lost in eternal nothingness.

In the pure white space, in absolute silence, the woman solemnly declared: "I will be resurrected."

"And then?" His instinctive fear was jumping, his senses were deprived, and his vision was blurred by blood, but Qi Si smiled brightly, "I knew about this a long time ago. Do you have any other news to tell me?"

The woman said nothing, but stretched out her fingers and lightly touched Qis's forehead, and the silver thread from her fingertips pierced into his wound.

After two seconds of silence, He asked in a confused tone: "What happened to your divine body? Why is your blood red?" (End of this chapter)