Chapter 3488 The Temple of Rigorousness

Looking at the thundercloud Zeus surrounding him.

Angel hesitated for a few seconds, but still reached out and patted its "head".

It was very soft, like some kind of fluffy bread.

But after the softness, there was a dazzling flash of lightning, and then Angel felt a tingling sensation from the palm of his hand to the back of his head, as if he had touched a nettle leaf. Every inch of the skin on his palm was screaming with tingling and heat.

Angel silently retracted his hand: "..."

Laplace obviously saw Angel's little move, and whispered: "Thunder Eye... No, Zeus usually doesn't actively control the electricity on its body. Just now, it has actually tried its best to shrink."

Looking at Zeus, who had obviously shrunk a circle, as if a fat man was sucking in his belly, Angel silently said: "I see."

Thunder Cloud Zeus seemed to have also realized that it had "electrified" Angel, and it quickly retreated two meters: "Zeus Zeus..."

Laplace helped translate: "It said that when you come next time, it will control it."

Angel: "...I know."

Thunder Cloud Zeus slowly floated over the tea table and looked at Angel with expectant eyes: "Zeus? Zeus?"

Laplace: "It asked you, can you touch it next time?"

Angel was silent for two seconds: "...I will try."

After getting Angel's answer, Thunder Cloud Zeus stretched out the previously shrunk cloud body, returned to the "little fat man" state, and spread it flat over the tea party.

Lightning flashed in the cloud, matching the same frequency with the jumping tea table.

When everything calmed down, Angel looked at Laplace and asked about the God Blood Clone.

Laplace: "God Blood Clone? She's here."

Laplace said as he looked towards the Black Forest.

Angel followed her gaze and saw "Laplace" in a black and red dress walking out of the rugged path full of weeds in the shadowy Black Forest.

The dark purple hair seemed to blend with the dark forest.

The black and red eyes were like bats in a dark cave, shining with an inexplicable luster.

The person who came was... the God Blood Clone.

In the past, the God Blood Clone always appeared with chatter, so even if she was dressed very Gothic and looked like a vampire girl, she never had that kind of horror.

But today, she appeared quietly, with a gloomy look in her eyes, and with the dark forest and her long dark purple hair, she looked like a girl from hell, weird and terrifying.

In particular, the mouth of the God Blood Clone at this time made her horror level even higher.

The pale face of the God Blood Clone was covered with dense and strange runes with dark red "paint", like a strange rune formation.

The center of the formation, or the origin of the formation, was the mouth of the God Blood Clone.

The bright red lips continued to spread bloody lines, which formed the strange pattern on her face.

Soon, the God Blood Clone walked to the edge of the black forest.

Accompanying her was a rustling sound.

That was the sound of the broken leather boots stepping on the dead wood and broken leaves.

The God Blood Clone walked quietly to the side of the tea table, glared at Angel with a resentful look, and then slowly sat down on the right side of the tea table.

Just opposite Angel.

Looking at the God Blood Clone opposite, Angel could not help but ask: "What's wrong with your mouth?"

The God Blood Clone did not say anything, but turned to look at Laplace.

Laplace: "She can't speak now, I can only express it for her."

Angel: "I see."

With the nagging temperament of the God Blood Clone, she can't speak all the time, which must be affected by external factors, making her unable to speak.

Laplace: "The blood pattern extending from her mouth is the special ceremony she prepared during this period."

Although the blessing given by the God Blood Clone is a verbal blessing, it is also affected by the extraordinary level. In other words, her blessing can take effect.

Similar to "Word Spirit".

There is a word that must be fulfilled, and the law follows the words.

This powerful ability cannot be cast simply, and it must be prepared in advance. Just like some wizards use spell materials when casting spells.

And the preparation of the God Blood Clone is to mix blood ink and carve the pattern of the blessing ceremony.

Angel: "So, the blood lines on her face are a blessing ritual?"

Laplace nodded: "Yes. When she starts to carve this ritual, she can no longer speak, otherwise she will leak her spiritual power and the blessing will not take effect."

This is also the reason why the God Blood Clone has never spoken.

It's not that she can't speak, but once she speaks, the ritual will automatically fail.

"Wait until the blessing ceremony is over, she can speak." Laplace paused: "But there will be new side effects at that time..."

Angel frowned slightly: "New side effects? Are they serious?"

Although the God Blood Clone couldn't answer, she used her eyes to express to Angel: Very serious.

Angel: "If it's serious, then why not... forget it?"

Originally, Angel didn't expect much from the blessing of the God Blood Clone. If the God Blood Clone has extremely serious consequences because of a blessing, it would be completely not worth the loss.

When the divine blood clone heard Angel's words, his eyes lit up, but he quickly lowered his eyebrows and let out a long breath in his nose, as if he was sighing helplessly.

At this time, Laplace said lightly: "There is no turning back when you draw a bow. When she drew the ritual lines on her face, she had already entered the blessing ceremony. Even if she canceled it, she would have to pay the corresponding price. , or even bigger.”

Because the ceremony was cancelled, the previous preparations were completely meaningless, including the blended blood ink.

The blood ink prepared by the divine blood clone uses the rare blood in its own blood bank. Giving up the blessing ceremony is equivalent to wasting this rare blood.

The price paid will naturally be higher.

Laplace: "Also, the side effects of releasing the blessing ceremony are actually... not that serious."

As soon as Laplace finished speaking, the divine blood clone tapped the table with his knuckles and looked at Laplace seriously.

He seemed to be trying to correct her choice of words.

Even if she didn't speak, Angel could guess what she was thinking in her heart at this moment: "It's not serious? How could it not be serious? This is very serious!"

Laplace glanced at the blood clone, but did not talk to her. Instead, he said to Angel: "Whether it is serious or not is a subjective feeling. At least from the perspective of others, it is not too serious."

"You can understand it that way."

"A child accidentally dropped his beloved bear doll into the mire." Laplace: "Do you think this is serious?"

Angel wanted to say "it's not serious", but after thinking about it carefully, he said with a slightly measured tone: "For children, it may be more serious, but for other people, it's actually not bad."

After all, it’s just a bear doll. Compared to other more important things, such as health, life, and faith, the bear doll is simply child’s play.

What's more, the bear doll is just stained with mud, and it will be clean after washing.

Ultimately, in Angel's opinion, it's not serious.

Laplace: "In the same way, this is the side effect of the blessing released by the divine blood clone. She personally thinks it is very serious, but in fact, in the eyes of outsiders, it is just ordinary."

Although he didn't know what the specific side effects were, Angel roughly understood the so-called "severity."

The divine blood clone, on the other hand, turned his head away rather unhappily.

Angel didn't know what to say at this time. Whether to accept Laplace's words or not, it seemed inappropriate. After all, he is the one receiving the blessing, not a spectator.

Angel thought for a while and decided to do the same as the divine blood clone, not to speak or express his position.

Laplace didn't say anything either, and a rare silence fell on the tea table.

The quiet atmosphere lasted for half a minute before someone broke the silence.

"If you don't want to perform the blessing ceremony, you might as well listen to the information I got. Well... the information on the blood disaster."

The person who spoke was sitting on the seat next to Angel.

But not Laplace.

Her sudden voice startled Angel, because when he sat down, there was no one around him.

Angel turned around and saw a translucent figure appearing on the empty seat to his right.

This is a person who is translucent from head to tail, even his hair is translucent, like a ghost. Only her eyes were not translucent, but dark blue and emerald intertwined.

Angel was no stranger to this translucent man. He was a shadow clone known for his speed in moving through the void.

Only the phantom clone could come to Angel silently without being discovered.

Angel: "Is there new information coming from the Blood Disaster?"

The phantom clone nodded: "Yes, not long ago, new information came from the blood disaster body. And this time the information is quite interesting."

Phantom clone: ​​"Do you need me to say it now?"

Angel subconsciously wanted to nod, but before he could speak, the divine blood clone opposite him slapped the table and stood up, extending his index finger and pointing at his mouth.

"Uh...uh! Uh!"

The divine blood clone did not speak, but her meaning was very clear. Rather than letting the shadow clone share the blood disaster information first, she hoped to complete the blessing first and unlock the seal of her own words.

The shadow clone didn't care and said calmly: "Since you are so determined, let's start the blessing ceremony first."

Laplace finally spoke: "Now?"

The divine blood clone nodded fiercely: Right now!

Angel: "...What are the side effects? We haven't said anything yet?"

Laplace: "There are no major side effects. You will know later."

After finishing speaking, before Angel could reply, Laplace suddenly clasped her hands together, and a blazing white light flowed out from between her fingers.

When the white light completely surrounded the surroundings, Angel found that he was no longer where he was, but had arrived in front of a temple filled with soft light.

Layers of towering fences surround the splendid temple.

There are exquisite carvings everywhere, and even the fence is carved with flawless irises.

At this time, Angel was standing outside the fence.

"Go forward." Laplace's voice came to her ears. Looking back, she found that Laplace was next to her.

Angel: "Where is this?"

Angel asked as he followed Laplace.

Laplace: "The place where the divine blood clone once lived is also the place where the ceremony was held."

Soon, they stepped into the fence, and what came into view was the holy temple in the distance, as well as a fountain and garden nearby.

The sound of the water in the fountain was like a bagpipe in the distance, with a holy meaning.

There were also exotic flowers and plants in the garden, with shining butterflies flying in the pure white bowl-shaped buds, golden apple trees emitting infinite brilliance, and flying fairies wrapped in ribbons, everything was like a dream.

Walking in the garden was like walking in a fairy tale, feeling happy and relaxing involuntarily.

After passing through the dreamy garden, they came to the temple.

Above the gate of the temple, there was a row of human... or human-like statues, some of them holding books and reading diligently, some writing with pens and excited expressions, some standing under the scales to judge evil and reward good, and some kneeling in front of the church to pray silently.

All the statues were extremely clear, and even the details of their facial features could show their inner activities.

It was enough to show how superb the sculptor's skills were.

"These statues are all from the God of Sculpture and Printmaking." Laplace paused for a second when he mentioned the name of this god: "This is the god in the world where the God Blood Clone once lived."

Ingres nodded.

He still remembered that Laplace said that the world where the God Blood Clone once lived had a large number of gods. However, these gods are all pragmatic, such as the god of agriculture and animal husbandry that helps agricultural development, the god of cleanliness that protects family cleanliness, and the doll fighters that protect children's dreams...

In short, everything is based on practicality, even gods are practical gods.

So, it is normal for a "God of Sculpture and Printmaking" to appear.

"These sculptures are believers of the 'God of Rigorousness who checks for omissions and fills in gaps'. They practiced rigorous work throughout their lives and made some achievements, so they can become the gatekeeper gods of the 'Rigorous Temple'."

-The God of Rigorousness who checks for omissions and fills in gaps is the God Blood Clone.

Angel: "So, this is the temple of the God's Blood Clone, the Rigorous Temple?"

Laplace nodded: "The Rigorous Temple has a prefix to fill in the gaps, but it can also be called the Rigorous Temple directly."

Angel: "What about the God's Blood Clone?"

Laplace: "Look, it's right there."

The moment Laplace's voice fell, the door of the temple opened, the dazzling halo scattered, and the holy choir singing came from inside.

Angel looked into the temple from a distance.

It was like a layer of skin smoothing filter, with Tyndall effect everywhere, and countless light channels, making the entire temple extremely sacred.

And at the end of the temple, you can see a tall white statue.

This statue is... the God's Blood Clone!