[Comprehensive Yingmei] I cover this earth

Beyond the universe, after Hawthorne finished speaking, his eyes gradually became extremely deep.The countless timelines in the future began to slowly converge into an extremely bright light, extending towards the end of the dark and deep river of time.

The future is set.

"...Very good." He said softly to himself, "I hope there will be no more problems."

Mei Meng stayed aside without daring to breathe, staring blankly at this foreign god who arranged everyone's future with ease, but did not dare to ask about her own future.

In the universe, in the living station, the pollution of the three prophets has reached the point where it can no longer be suppressed.Hawthorne's absolute will is an unsolvable and highly poisonous poison to these bodies, even if it is just a dream.

Hawthorne snapped his fingers lightly: "Come on, make a number."

Meimeng quickly threw a soft light on the three prophets, blocking their mutation.Under the gazes of almost everyone, either in amazement or in awe, the bodies of the three prophets who were hidden behind the light turned into a ball as if they had melted, and their white bones collided and creaked.Afterwards, the three lumps of flesh and blood slowly fused together, gradually fixed their shape, and finally turned into a huge, solid imprint of the secret star.The metal elements on the Prophet's clothes formed a cold shell, covering the flesh and blood inside.

The imprint is slowly suspended in the air, and the eyeballs are filled with organic substances full of vitality.

The sudden white light blocked the line of sight, but this did not affect the people in the residence station to marvel at the miracle.

——This is obviously not a phenomenon that can be explained clearly by the theories of those who believe in materialism!

In the air, the imprint of the secret star that has faded from the mosaic hangs high, looking down at the people in the residence station with fanaticism, fear, shock and expectation.

"It's really a god..."

"His legend is true..."

"The prophets have given revelations and prophecies, and the supreme gods are watching us!"

"The Son of Revelation... the Son of Revelation, the Son of Revelation will save us, right?"

"The Son of Enlightenment who leaves the nest... who will it be?"

An answer has quietly emerged in many people's minds.

In this residential station, there is only one person who meets the requirements——Ian who broke away from the gestalt.

After everything that this child-like Gestalt individual has encountered, he still has never attacked the aborigines in the settlement, not even a single quarrel.Not only that, he even stepped forward at today's critical moment and saved everyone.What a perfect savior he would be if the colored glasses of race were removed!

"Is he the son of enlightenment...?"

Such a thought could not help appearing in everyone's mind, and this thought took root in their hearts.

Countless people turned their heads at this moment, and looked at Ian who was standing on a high place, staring blankly at the imprint of the secret star.

That's right - with the protection of the Eye of the Secret Star and the guards of the Son of Enlightenment, what else do they need to worry about?

Almost crazy emotions began to spread rapidly.

"May the eyes of the secret star stare at us!"

"May the eyes of the secret star stare at us!"

"Are you crazy? A few so-called prophets who pretend to be gods and ghosts have concocted a little magic and said something in the style of the Riddler, and you take it seriously?!" The person who said this was an extreme materialist, and his statement was also supported by some of the others. The recognition of people with the same trend of thought as him.

"That is, before the decline of our planet, we sent a few people who didn't graduate from elementary school to a certain Stone Age planetary civilization to enlighten others, and those natives also regarded us as gods!"

"Shut up, you blasphemers!!"

Amidst the cries and quarrels of the aborigines at the residence station who gradually became fanatical due to the loss of sanity points, a purple plant-like creature holding a child suddenly rushed out from the crowd, which looked like a mutated treant .He rushed under the imprint of the secret star, and shouted in a broken voice: "Great god, supreme existence, if you can really give us guidance, if you can really perform your miracle, then please help me —Save my child!!”

The treant child he was holding in his hand was already withered, the lower part of his body seemed to be dead, with dry and yellowed branches and leaves hanging down, and even the other half of the body, which could still see the signs of life, appeared to be about to dry up signs.

The living station was quiet for a few seconds, and then whispers sounded.

"It's a member of the Lusien tribe..."

"This seems to be a rare recessive genetic disease of their family, and they can't live for more than a month after getting sick."

"Is there no way to cure it?"

"You can tell by the anxious look of that child's father that there must be no rule of law."

"It's not that there is no cure. This disease is a genetic disease. The only way is to get the high-level approval to use the gene tailoring technology. It's one thing to approve it, but it's another thing to pay it. "

"If you can really afford the money, you won't be living in this residence."

Clark couldn't bear to hear it, so he whispered: "Krypton also has genetic tailoring technology..."

The way they ruled Krypton back then was even more utopian than utopia, not to mention gene tailoring technology, 90.00% of Kryptonians were created by direct gene editing and directional expression.

But it is clear that the Federation is completely different from Krypton. Their scientific ethics and moral standards are very high, and even human cloning and biochemical technology are not allowed to be popularized, let alone gene-directed expression.

Bruce: "Can you get a device out now?"

Clark: "...can't."

Bruce: "Oh."

Clark: ...

You are so indifferent!

The eyeball in the imprint of the secret star moved slowly, slowly looking at Lu Si's benefactor who asked for help.

The moment he was stared at by that eye, Lu Sien was shocked, and the curled leaves on his body stood up.

The feeling of being stared at by eyes from outside the realm was too terrifying. He almost felt his whole body trembling, as if he was suddenly thrown into the dark deep sea by an irresistible force. It was cold and dark, and the water pressure came from all directions. Almost broke every fiber of his being.

At this moment, he could no longer feel everything around him.

In the eyes of outsiders, he suddenly lost his eyesight, and fell to his knees on the ground weakly. The cold and dark air diffused in the central square of the entire residence, making the people around him couldn't help but back away. Take a few steps to avoid being enveloped by this weird and dangerous atmosphere.

Under the gaze of everyone, the benefactor of Lusi watched the young tree man in his hand rejuvenate.

Even though it was such a cold and gloomy environment, his child was born with a dead tree, with a turbulent vitality flowing, and the withered branches unexpectedly regained their life.

Surprise, frenzy, and fear were like tangled vines in his mind, making him unable to think. He could only stare wide-eyed at the gradual recovery of steady breathing in his arms, and even showed signs of waking up. child.

--miracle.

The miracle really came.

With just a glance, in just an instant, the genetic disease, which is regarded as an intractable disease in the whole universe, was cured so easily.

The extreme materialists were all dumbfounded.

And that Lusi benefactor seemed to be crazy, crying and laughing, and after performing the highest standard of etiquette in their race's special way towards the secret star mark, he left with his child in his arms.He seemed to be completely insane, crying and laughing while running and jumping, still chanting some difficult words in the language of their benefactors in Lusi, such as gods, beliefs, gospel...

Now, no matter whether they are extreme materialists or not, and no matter whether they have faith in the Eye of the Secret Star or not, when faced with this miraculous scene, everyone could not help but be shaken.

After a brief silence, the crowd suddenly erupted.

"Great God, please heal my disability—"

"Great Mystic Eye, I want to see my family again—"

In an instant, with or without sound, countless people made wishes towards the imprint of the secret star.

Even the people in Metropolis began to waver. They looked at each other, and a thought slowly emerged in their hearts:

…Can we also pray to this god to bring us back to the world we should be in?

……

Beyond the universe, Hawthorne squinted at the translucent sphere and shook his head helplessly.

It is very difficult for his power to enter this universe from the outside. After all, the foundation of this universe lies in Meimeng, which is just a simulated false universe, which is different from the real universe where the earth is located. Once his power intervenes, it is easy. Just wiped out the universe.

So he can only infiltrate a very small part of his own power. This part of power must be more than enough to treat a genetic disease, but no more.

Hawthorne felt as if he was using a big iron awl to embroider. A bad one could poke a big hole and smash the dimensional wall.

However, it is enough to show a miracle once, and you still have to be measured and not go too far.

After all, the rationality of those people has been a bit overwhelmed, and they have begun to fall into madness.

This is also the reason why Hawthorn intentionally left the imprint of the secret star in the residence station. As long as there is a statue, everyone will look up to it involuntarily, and everyone will subtly agree with the existence of this higher-level god, and their faith will also grow. Unknowingly, it became more and more firm.

In layman's terms, that is...spiritual suggestion and soft brainwashing.

But this move has exhausted the little bit of power he could forcefully squeeze in, that is to say, if he wants to continue to fulfill other people's wishes, the degree of pollution will be hard to say.

Hawthorn gently stroked Meimeng's dog's head, and sighed: "Now I can only hope that my non-staff members of Star Nest can understand my hint and give a little bit of effort."

As long as the belief can be accumulated to the critical point, all this can be over.

……

At this moment, several members of the Chaoying team fell into silence.

Luther frowned, showing a little surprise: "The world is full of wonders, is this some kind of magic, or a technology that we can't understand for the time being?"

"Why did He suddenly come to this ordinary residence?" Clark said, "Is it because of Ian?"

"...Natural wormholes, looters, coffins, revelations." Bruce mused, "Everything seems too coincidental."

Is there a possibility that all this is being manipulated by some kind of high-level force?

Ian was lying on the fence at this time, looking down at the crowd who were almost insane. He also looked confused, and didn't understand why everyone seemed to be crazy.

"Perhaps, this is his dream after all." Tony yawned out of boredom, "I'm not interested in the prophecy of ghosts and ghosts. The only thing I'm interested in is writing about coffins. Hey, the rest of the materials belong to I'm done, don't interfere."

The second half of the sentence was addressed to several trembling residence station management staff.

Artificial dragon scales - if this material can be decomposed and found a way to synthesize it, it might be used in his battle suit when he returns to the real world.

As for the Eye of the Secret Star and the prophecy of the Prophet, Tony has only one creed for this kind of mysterious event that is not materialistic at all: don't get close, it will become unfortunate.

The management of the residence station: Help, take it away, take it away, you are welcome, who dares to offend you monsters who have money and leisure, can play backstage and are tough!

Bruce didn't pay much attention to the aborigines who fell into fanaticism. His focus was on the prophecies left by the prophets.

He had already suffered a loss in prophecy, so he was more aware of the terrible, unpredictable and changeable iron law of cause and effect hidden behind this seemingly mysterious and even a little inexplicable thing.

"Doesn't anyone care about prophecy?" Luther asked at the right time.

"The son of enlightenment who left the nest has arrived, the illusion is about to close, the golden tide washes away the dirt, and those who wake up from the dream will finally get their wish. The supreme eye of compassion gazes at the moment and eternity of the torrent of time, and the martyr will become a monument , Guide the direction of Eden with blood, and knock on the gate of Paradise with bones." Bruce read the entire content of the prophecy in a low voice.

Everyone looked at each other.

The Son of Enlightenment can basically be determined to be Ian. After all, he is the only one who has a close connection with the Secret Star Cult. At the same time, the attributive Leaving the Nest can also be perfectly applied to him.The illusion is about to close, does it mean that the dream is about to end?

What do golden tides mean?What is the dirt being washed away?

The second half of the sentence is even more confusing. Does the "martyr" refer to the prophet of the Trinity just now?After they disappeared, the imprint of the secret star appeared, and then faith and miracles began to come. From this logic, it is really possible to mean this.

At this moment, Luthor suddenly said: "Speaking of which, I wanted to tell you something today, but I was interrupted by the big moth and the eye of the secret star-but now it seems that you may not Do you know the mood?"

Several people turned their attention to Luther one after another, even Ian, who didn't care much, looked at him.

Luther, who realized that he had successfully attracted everyone's attention, coughed lightly, and said, "Didn't we discuss the possibility of large-scale abnormalities in the gestalt last time?"

Tony raised his eyebrows: "Have you found a way?"

To everyone's surprise, Luther nodded with a serious face.

"That's right," he said, "I've found a way."