Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 296 Mechanical Chanters

The Baila Mountain area is polluted everywhere, and there are faint but continuous metallic vibrations everywhere.

It's like a chronic tinnitus; everyone who stays here for a long time has to learn to coexist with the metallic ringing in their ears.

The metallic clanging sound also invigorated their minds and enhanced their perception of supernatural forces, but the price they paid was that their will was distorted to some extent.

It is precisely this distortion of will that makes these security personnel and believers both loyal and fanatical.

But at this moment, just as they were about to prove their loyalty, they suddenly heard the doctor's calm and composed voice. He uttered each word carefully, his rational voice blending seamlessly with the eerie, ever-present vibrations.

In fact, this metallic vibration seemed to become the accompaniment to his chanting.

The hostility vanished instantly.

These people, armed with various weapons and filled with murderous intent, all had blank expressions. Facing the doctor who was directly in front of them, they lowered their guns and their tense bodies involuntarily relaxed.

They subconsciously felt a mysterious awe, even an instinctive reverence, for the doctor who had spoken those words.

Those who revere Buddha cannot help but revere monks; those who honor God cannot blaspheme nuns.

They were constantly affected by the metallic vibrations, so they couldn't feel any hostility towards the doctoral students at that moment.

However, the remaining instructions and consciousness prevented them from completely forgetting their orders. The leader still held the walkie-talkie in his hand, trying hard to raise it, as if he wanted to ask his superiors how to handle the situation first.

The doctor keenly sensed his intention, and so the volume of his chanting suddenly rose to another level:
"I preach the scriptures through machinery, and I safeguard the flame of civilization!"

"..."

The voice carried a sense of holiness and contained an unquestionable meaning. Even the gaze sweeping over these people carried a hint of reproach and the compassion of a superior looking at a subordinate.

As if an invisible roar exploded in the other person's mind, the radio he was holding suddenly fell to the ground. He lowered his head with a face full of guilt and knelt down in devout worship.

The doctor immediately showed a satisfied expression, and glanced at Han Su behind him without leaving a trace, quite admiring.

Then, he slowly took a step forward. Behind him, the armed men who had gathered looked at each other and made the same gesture in unison.

He slowly placed the guns, bullets, daggers, radios, and various other equipment he was holding on the ground with both hands, piling them into a heap. And in this casual arrangement, these weapons actually formed a vague human shape.

Those two circles look like glasses.

Then they knelt down and prayed, then lifted the mechanical humanoid figure up and slowly followed behind the doctor.

Everything proceeded so logically, the actions carrying a self-contained sense of sacredness, that no one realized the eeriness within.

The clanging and squeezing of the guns produced a series of crisp metallic vibrations.

It blended perfectly with the doctor's recitation of the gospel, spreading little by little throughout the forest.

"It's actually this good..."

Behind this group of people, Han Su, as a sober outsider, watched this scene with astonishment.

The confirmation of his various speculations gave him a sense of shock, like a tidal wave.

Just now, he was able to help Black Tiger improve his life level because he sensed the omnipresent pollution and mysterious power in this region.

The Baila Mountain region has been turned into a stronghold by the Copper Script believers, so the further one goes in, the stronger the pollution becomes. Therefore, he simply helped Black Tiger intensify the pollution by understanding copper and getting closer to the will of copper.

However, while intensifying pollution, he did not distort his will.

This is the biggest difference between a mysterious organization and an investigator: whether their own will is still intact.

The mysterious organization doesn't care whether its own will is distorted, so it can mass-produce experts.

Investigators are very worried about being contaminated, so they need to constantly strengthen their will and do everything they can to resist. As a result, the level of the mysterious organization generally rises very quickly, while the investigators often have better control over the mysterious forces.

However, he used a compromise approach with Black Tiger.

It attracted pollution to him, strengthening his body, but without interfering with his own will.

This raises an interesting question: "Pollution" itself is merely a kind of resonance that can fully activate the mental activity of those within it, and even stimulate their spiritual substances.

However, pollution itself does not distort the will of those polluted. So, whose will is the source of this ubiquitous polluting power in the Baila Mountain region?
For believers, they would simply say that it belongs to God.

In receiving divine power, one also hears the voice of the gods; this is a self-consistent logic.

But Han Su knew perfectly well that the Bronze Civilization had no gods.

Only the mechanical matrix, serving as a mentor to civilization, and its ultimate product—active metal.

"Between the true history of the bronze civilization and the current belief in bronze inscriptions, there is probably a huge lie hidden..."

"But to me, lies are not scary; on the contrary, they can be used."

"The most important question is to find an answer: what was the ultimate creation of the entire copper civilization, that surreal metal called active copper, lost to history, or hidden in some copper-inscribed ruin?"

"..."

With this in mind, Han Su arranged for the doctor to conduct a second attempt.

The spread of faith requires the interpretation of history. This widespread pollution is merely an invisible force, but to use this pollution to distort the will of believers throughout the Baila Mountain region and build their worship requires the efforts of those who spread the faith.

When it comes to understanding bronze civilization, who can compare to myself, who has already glimpsed its shadow through the Emperor's Book?

So, he handed over the contents he had just gleaned from the Emperor's Book to the scholar through a handshake, and the scholar then recited the corresponding eulogy, thus making him a higher-level transmitter of the scriptures.

Of course, Han Su didn't know how far the doctor could go before this.

All I can say is that he performed better than he expected.

He walked ahead, seemingly enjoying the process, no longer making any effort to conceal his presence. Coupled with his extremely seductive voice, he quickly attracted the other bronze script believers in the dense forest.

Some of them were iron carriers carrying scrap iron and steel bars, while others were metal listeners who could already hear the sound of metal. When they saw him, their expressions were quite surprised and doubtful.

But then, these people saw the believers carrying the gun-wielding idol beside the doctor and heard the gospel spoken by the doctor. They were all startled, a sense of awe arose spontaneously, and without prior agreement, they devoutly followed behind the doctor.

Some groups were formed by people who controlled the machines and idols, and they would preach to their followers, telling them about the greatness of God and the wonder of the machines.

Upon hearing the doctor's voice, they would subconsciously feel a little resistant, as if the other person's will was different from their own. However, this resistance would immediately disappear after listening to a few more words.

Those who have a greater responsibility to spread the gospel are more likely to feel the precision and expressiveness of the gospel recited by the wise man.

Their reverence reached its peak when they encountered a group of people who were dressed in rags but had golden faces and strange bronze patterns on their bodies.

When these followers of the doctor saw this group of people, they instinctively showed awe and a moment of clarity, because these people were the members of the wandering tribe who had first dragged the mechanical Buddha over.

In the Baila Mountain region, they are the core believers, saints in the eyes of every corrupted person.

"who are you?"

They were clearly less affected, and asked the doctor this question.

"Pastor Chen, the Bronze Chanter!"

The doctor addressed these people with the compassion of a superior, and then continued reciting the Gospel, recounting events that had occurred in the history of the Bronze Civilization.

Occasionally, there are spells that are considered experiential by the followers of the Bronze Script. As followers of the Bronze Script, they will write down these spells and spread them, but many people simply cannot accurately interpret these spells.

They were even less aware of the various mysterious events hidden behind it.

What they could not do was described by the doctor with a sacred meaning.

Suddenly, even the core members of these nomadic tribes set aside their prejudices. They knelt in devout worship, kissed the soil beneath the doctor's feet, and even shed tears, saying:

"The news of the Bronze Script Holy Script has been spread, and the High Priest is waiting for believers from all over to come. Unexpectedly, thanks to the protection of the Bronze Script, we have actually encountered a true saint. What is there to worry about in achieving our great cause?" "I will lead the way for you. The High Priest Songchai must be very eager to meet a saint like you..."

With the same compassion, the doctor gently stroked the other's head and said, "Child, we all bear the heavy responsibility of passing on civilization. My meeting with my old friend is not in a hurry. We only need to bring the voice of the gods to more believers before the holy ceremony begins."

"..."

"..."

'Why does this guy seem so engrossed in this?'

Han Su mingled among the believers, with Black Tiger, who was also hungry and kept looking at various metal instruments, by his side. It has to be said, the doctor's performance was so satisfactory.

It seems he prefers these things to science...

Using an understanding of copper civilization to steal higher ideals to interpret congestion, turning pollution into power...

Han Su could hardly imagine how far the doctor could go.

He only vaguely sensed that the entire framework of the Bronze Script worship was slowly unfolding before his eyes, and that he wanted to gain a deeper understanding of the worship and advancement of the mysterious organization before leaving the castle this time.

And now, this understanding is not only taking shape before my eyes, but the result is even better than I imagined; I can almost see a perfect equation...

Even I, who am in this environment, can feel the golden cells subtly growing stronger.

"The spiritual power of believers is distorted, forming a shared ocean, and these priests and fanatics enhance their own power by sharing and distorting this spiritual ocean?"

"In the end, it's just a form of exploitation..."

"but me……"

He could clearly feel that his golden cells were rapidly accumulating energy for a second division.

Having gone through a split, he had acquired the skills of an independent investigator.

If a second split can be achieved, then he might be able to reach the level of the Four Heavenly Kings of Qinggang.

After the three splits, Han Su estimated that he now had the confidence to fight against the city-slaughtering priest.

The only thing to consider now is whether this Baila Mountain area can bring us some surprises beyond our expectations.
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“I can feel that more and more devout believers are responding to the call of God!”

In the central square of Bailashan Town, the bronze priest sitting cross-legged in front of the mechanical Buddha had a smile on his face.

He sensed that the power of faith in this region was growing stronger.

Several days ago, the signal to summon the Bronze Script believers had already been sent out.

However, since the Bronze Script believers are scattered all over the world and the vast majority of them hide their identities, and the relationship between the Bronze Script Church and the Queen Organization is generally weak, very few believers can use the teleportation array, so it naturally takes time for them to gather together.

However, in this mysterious world, there are many ways to travel, and Qinggang is close to the ocean, so it's only a matter of time before believers from all sides arrive.

As more core believers or priests who exercise will arrive, the divine aura here becomes stronger, and this stronger divine aura further influences the residents here, generating a stronger attraction and gathering more people.

This is a snowball effect of accumulation, a real altar that only a great will can possess.

With a sense of relief, he looked at the mechanical Buddha, the Pillar of Divine Favor, who was devoutly worshipping the statue.

At this moment, he seemed to have turned into a wooden figure, quietly facing the mechanical Buddha and listening to the sounds that others could not hear.

The priest wasn't in a hurry, but he was also a little worried. He was certain that the download would be completed, but he didn't know which person would be the one to successfully download it.

The method for constructing the gate between reality and illusion was stored in the Buddha's mind.

It's perfectly normal for a successful download to require two, three, or even five or six chosen ones to take turns.

The others understood this principle as well, so they all looked concerned and waited without daring to breathe.

But the result was faster than they expected. Hou Zhizhu's worship of the mechanical Buddha lasted less than twenty minutes before his body suddenly trembled slightly. Instantly, the priests and mentors sitting around him straightened their backs slightly and dared not blink.

Then they saw this creature, favored by the gods, slowly turn its head, its expression blank and empty, and speak in a daze:
"22, 3, 109, 7, two hundred and forty thousand, midnight, virgin, blood..."

"..."

The speech was intermittent and muffled, but the numbers were spoken very clearly.

The voice contained a strange metallic resonance, seemingly extremely penetrating, accurately transmitting his voice into everyone's mind.

However, many of the surrounding worshippers could not understand what was being said, and they looked at each other blankly, an invisible tension enveloping everyone.

Amidst this awkward silence, Priest Songchai slowly began to speak: "Twenty-two living bronze puppets, three chief priests, one hundred and nine mechanical demon protectors, seven auxiliary altars, two hundred and forty thousand believers, at midnight, to seek the sacred scripture of the virgin holding the bronze..."

He paused slightly at this point, then sighed softly: "...By offering blood as a sacrifice, the gate between reality and illusion can be opened!"

"..."

A deathly silence fell over the area. After a long while, someone finally spoke in a low voice: "So..."

Priest Songchai nodded gently: "Therefore, the gods have already told us how to build the gate between reality and illusion."

“We already have twelve living bronze puppets here. The priests who are about to arrive will make up the rest for us. As for the mechanical ghost guardians, we already have enough.”

"The seven auxiliary altars can be built in the shortest possible time, provided the materials are available. The 7 believers are the most important foundation, but the population of the Baila Mountain region is sufficient. As long as their faith is maintained, the conditions will be met..."

"..."

He smiled, slowly raised his head, and looked at everyone, saying with a smile, "Ladies and gentlemen, let's begin!"

There was a moment of silence, then a person sitting nearby, dressed in a priest's robe, stood up and said in a deep voice, "Begin the operation immediately."

"Notify the believers who have gathered here to expedite the journey. The remaining ten bronze puppets and the materials for building the seven auxiliary altars must be delivered as soon as possible."

“Those who listen to the gold from all sides organize believers, deepen their faith, and ensure the number of believers.”

"The Mechanical Ghost Legion will guard White Wax Mountain, eliminate the heretics, and not allow any loss of believers."

"Also, we should send a message to that old gentleman in the Lilac Mansion in Qinggang City. Now that we're here, shouldn't he, as an old friend, come over and say hello to us?"

"..."

Everyone sprang into action, their faces beaming with joy.

Having been suppressed by the itinerant knights for so long, forced to hide and flee, they could not imagine the freedom and influence they would gain once the Gate of Reality was built, as the first mysterious organization to break free from the constraints of the ancient nobility.

Only Hou Zhizhu was trembling inside, but he dared not show it. Everyone else thought that he was unconscious when he listened to the voice of God.

But he was actually awake when he heard the voice and repeated its contents. He was panicking now. What if the gate between reality and illusion was really built? Wouldn't he be the culprit?
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"This is incredible..."

Also in the Baila Mountain area, believers from all over cheered together.

As Han Su watched the growing number of believers gathering around the doctor, their increasingly devout gazes directed at him, he couldn't help but make some connections.

The Copper Script believers' plan is to create a portal between reality and illusion. I don't intend to let them actually succeed, but directly stopping them doesn't align with my thinking either. Now, an even bigger idea is beginning to take shape...

If believers are the most crucial part of their construction of the gate between reality and illusion, but tens of thousands of the more than 200,000 civilians in this Baila Mountain region have become their side, is it still possible for their gate between reality and illusion to be truly completed?
Thinking further, if more than half of these 200,000 believers become one of them, then who will they listen to once the gate between reality and illusion is successfully built?
There's a vague feeling that the other side is building a powerful bomb, but I've already snatched the remote control...

(End of this chapter)