Chapter 392 Clone

The giant worm inside the building is perched on the throne, enjoying the delicacies offered by the residents, including extraordinary creatures and humans.

Human meat is of the best quality and has the best taste. It tastes soft and tender, especially those that have been cleansed shortly after birth.

As the leader of the macrophage worm, its size is not as huge as other worms. Instead, it has compressed its energy and is waiting to form a pupa.

Although pupae rarely appear in the macrophage worm family, it believes that it is definitely the one most likely to break through the limit, and everything it eats now is to accumulate energy and strive to emerge as an adult worm in one breath.

However, as soon as the worm bit a person, the ground began to shake violently. Unbelieving, it bit again, and the earth shook even more violently.

It's like if it bites someone, it will cause an earthquake.

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The giant worm tried to let go of the man, and the bloody corpse suddenly fell to the ground with a "crack". As a result, the surroundings shook even more violently. Now, not only the ground, but also the surrounding walls had destructive cracks. .

It finally realized that something was wrong, and quickly closed its petal-like mouth, looked up at the crack, and then heard a loud "boom" sound, and tentacles that were so dark that it was almost impossible to melt in even a trace of light broke through the crack and got in.

There were golden eyes above it, moving in search of prey. Until they suddenly focused on it, their eyes began to follow it motionlessly.

"Hiss!"

As if facing a formidable enemy, the giant worm squirmed away with its abnormally fat body, but at this time, strong acid began to leak from the wall, and countless golden light spots gradually appeared in the darkness that blocked all light.

To the current macrophage worm, that light is more dazzling than the color of the stars, causing the insect to become mentally ill. As a predator, it has its own wisdom and never thought that it would encounter such a thing one day.

The building it lives in is made of the strongest materials within a hundred miles, making it a perfect habitat. There are numerous macrophage worms behind the entrance of the gate as a line of defense.

Logically speaking, let alone anything that can directly hurt it, most creatures will be eaten to death by a group of insects as soon as they enter the door.

But something bad happened to him today.

In a very short period of time, the group of tentacles swarmed in, and the indestructible building was as brittle as a gingerbread house made of biscuits in front of them, and was completely destroyed.

From the outside, it looked like the pile of tentacles entangled the palace, and then squeezed it hard, and the majestic building that stood still turned into debris.

The macrophage worms among them are more like squeezed living silkworm chrysalises, exploding into pulp with a "swish" sound.

"It's spectacular——"

Atrak stood in the distance holding the new design drawings, feeling the vibrations of the ground.

Death in a fantasy dreamland does not necessarily mean death in reality. After all, this is a dreamland constructed by everyone. Most of the time, death represents waking up from a dream, but there are occasional exceptions.

Residents in the Dreamland avoid death most of the time because they don't dare to bet on whether they will wake up again, or whether they will become fools when they wake up after death.

But there is no point in thinking about this now. The group of tentacles has completely crushed the original building. After doing this, they re-entered the shadow of the ruins and melted the ruins completely.

At this time, Atlach slowly raised his hand in that direction, and a huge black spider web pattern suddenly appeared on the original ground, which directly restricted the reconstruction of the building.

Immediately afterwards, a huge golden light rose into the sky, and a brand new building replaced the original palace, standing in the sight of millions of people.

The gap at the top of the building has been repaired. It is a masterpiece of repairs made by mythical creatures when they were bored. Although it is still empty inside, with at most some murals, little Svar still thinks this is a very great feat.

The host was finally willing to create a fixed gathering point like other churches, and no longer needed it to block all calls from believers every day.

Everyone has the opportunity to reach the dreamland while sleeping, and then pray to the Lord of Trade. Although Riya still won't respond most of the time, it is actually normal for God not to respond to believers.

The most important thing is to relieve the pressure on little Swale. In addition, if there are wealthy believers, they can buy some necessities for the church, such as statues of gods and the like.

After Atrak knew Leah's thoughts, He fell into silence for a moment.

“So what exactly did you start this church for?”

Riya answered truthfully: "I hope there are kind-hearted believers who can help me and give me sacrifice money."

"Is this your true purpose?"

"Although it sounds very secular and does not match the status, trade is originally about taking over the authority of the public. They offer sacrifices to the gods, and the gods can provide them with emotional value. This is also called trade.

If a believer gives enough, maybe I will consider showing up to help him solve practical problems. This mechanism is much better than the original indeterminacy. "

Riya looked at the church she had just placed with a smile. Little Swale thought there should be a sign, so he used his tentacles to draw an eye on the ground.

"Aren't the eyes just too monotonous?"

"Gu?"

It painted feather-like eyelashes on its eyes again, and this time, even it couldn't look at them.

Riya also stretched out a tentacle and drew an upright human eye on the ground, then erased the right half and filled it with gears.

"That's much better now."

Atrak was also amazed, but soon, He asked: "Your authority seems to have nothing to do with gears, why do you use gears?"

Riya: "Nothing, I just don't want to think about it myself, so I copied the Order Association and the Keeper."

Atrak: "... I admire your honesty, are you going to explain it to the believers in the same way?"

"Those people are willing to hear how great their beliefs are, and they wish the church would rank first in the world.

And I only need to throw them a sign, and they will complete the content behind it by themselves, and maybe they can extend multiple non-existent historical legends."

Riya stood there for a while and admired her empty church, which was slightly better than a rough house, and soon, the residents of the Dreamland surrounded it with curiosity.

"What is this?"

Someone was puzzled.

Riya disappeared from the spot in an instant, and it seemed that she was going to explain it to everyone, and Atlak shook his head helplessly, sat on the grass and wove his web again.

The color of the Golden Church is not gold, but rather gloomy, and its door is closed at this time, so you can't tell what it is just by looking at it.

But the next second, Riya appeared on the top of its building. Someone spotted him and looked up.

Everyone only saw a mysterious man in a white robe and a hood looking down at them from the highest point, holding an unknown object in his hand.

When everyone was curious about this, the man slowly raised the kerosene lamp in his hand, and the sky darkened at that moment. The man let go of his hand in front of everyone and threw the lamp down from the highest point.

"Pah——————"

The glass fragments rubbed against the ground, flashing dazzling flames in a very short time, and at that moment, the mysterious man in everyone's eyes spread his arms and made a gesture of embracing the world at the top.

And the white around him was dazzling, and there seemed to be a divine light behind his head. With the appearance of the divine light, the Golden Church building at the bottom turned into pure gold in an instant, and the holy light made too many people dare not look directly at it.

A god-like voice echoed in everyone's ears.

[The supreme soul muttering in the depths of darkness,

The unruly wanderer who wanders in the world and witnesses the intoxication of paper and gold,

The dark truth that rebuilds the bliss of nothingness and gives the joy of sinking, the incarnation of desire,

We sing praises to desire,

Offer gold,

Today, the founding of the Golden Church is announced here. You are all honorable witnesses, and witnesses will get their most precious things here.

Everyone, for "gold", let's have a carnival——】

After the voice fell, the residents were stunned for a moment, and then fell into extreme madness, because at that moment they all saw the things they cared about most appear in front of them.

Maybe it was relatives, friends, lovers, maybe money, maybe fame and fortune.

There are always too many misfortunes in the world, but at this moment, the spirits of these people were satisfied with emptiness, they smiled, and at this time, the door of the church was also opened.

People rushed in frantically, singing and dancing, praising the gifts given by trade, and Lia accepted it calmly.

He was still wearing a pure white cloak, and he looked closer to the gods in people's minds than today.

White can indeed make people feel good, and give people a good first impression. Today, Riya's goal has been achieved.

He used the illusion created by the Dream Coal Lamp to trade faith with the people present, and the price of using the Dream Coal Lamp was his own life.

It doesn't matter. The [Guardian] meme gave Riya three lives. If one is used, there are still two left.

He waved at the kerosene lamp below from a high position, and the fragments immediately recovered and flew back to his hands.

"Today's actions are not considered to bury your name."

The Dream Coal Lamp has been with Riya for a long time, and he has developed a certain affection for this mysterious item. If he just leaves it here, Riya will be reluctant to part with it.

"Sometimes I really envy those people who can see what they want to see most, even if it's just an illusion. What do I want to see most now?"

Riya closed his eyes and tried to immerse his thoughts in the illusion, but all that emerged in his mind was endless darkness, like a cage that he couldn't escape from.

"Why is it like this?"

Riya thought he would see his family, but there was nothing in his mind.

"Maybe now these are all I want to see."

Using one life to exchange so many believers, plus completing the "opening ceremony" of the Golden Church, Riya felt it was quite worthwhile.

These people also live quite close to the church, and they can take the initiative to move some things to the church in the future, and open a trading market here.

The young man is not strict in this regard. Now he sits on the roof casually, thinking about who is more suitable for the clergy.

Hefeisgetu is definitely not okay. He doesn't trust them, and he wants to kill people inexplicably when he sees them.

Riya rejected the most troublesome role at the beginning.

The mentor has an unstable personality and is still sleeping.

"It's a pity that I don't have much time, otherwise it would be interesting to play the role of a clergyman."

While he was still struggling with this question, the figure of the Black Pharaoh Serge suddenly appeared beside him. Lia just glanced at him and looked away: "You can't do it."

Serge, who had just appeared and hadn't said anything yet: "..."

He was holding an erect-eared jackal mask in his hand, and after looking at it for a while, he put it on his face. With his bare upper body and dark skin, including those exaggerated sand gold accessories, it looked really exotic.

Much like the legendary god of death in the desert, Anubis.

"As one of your dependents, wouldn't it appear that I am very unqualified if I am not present for such an important event as the founding of the church?"

Serge smiled and said: "You are dressed very well today, you look like a sanctimonious god. If I were not familiar with your character, I might not really think that the righteous god has awakened.

Faceless, your current appearance reminds me of the Rising Sun, which uses the cover of light to do some... unreasonable things.

But you are different. What you do is very reasonable. If you need it, we can fill the vacancies of clergy and solve all your worries. "

Riya: "If you are really free, replace this church with pure gold. By the way, the statues and top decorations should be similar to those of the Church of the Rising Sun, or even more gorgeous than theirs. Come and talk to me after these are completed."

Serge suddenly became quiet. It was obvious that he didn't have much money either.

These days, poverty seems to have become a common problem for everyone. No matter ordinary people, extraordinary creatures or gods, they are not very wealthy. The only ones who are truly wealthy seem to be the shining sun.

The Hephaestus are actually quite selfish. They are unwilling to concentrate their wealth and give it to one of them. The success of any clone will arouse the jealousy of other clones.

This may seem contradictory, after all, they are just a consciousness, but under the control and interpretation of the ontology, it is not impossible that these clones will suddenly start an internal war one day.

Although Serge had just gained the power of the Black Pharaoh, he did not inherit the Black Pharaoh's legacy. After all, the Pharaoh's legacy, including the entire tomb, was flooded with water by himself and turned into ruins.

Serge's rare companion, the demon insect Xia Gai, was also trampled to death by the Night Demon. Although he only died in the dreamland, he might still be alive in reality, but from that day on, Serge never saw Xia En again.

Thinking of Xia En now, he would still scold Night Demon for not being able to even look at a bug.

"I think this request may be difficult to achieve. Great Lord, you will really give us problems."

"But since this is what you want, we will do it for you at all costs, even if it means annihilating the Church of the Glorious Rising Sun right now——

We can sacrifice everything for your goals. "