Chapter 382 The Trap

Pulmouth.

"Heh... three Si Sui... Church of the True God."

The Blood Cup archbishop who was secretly monitoring Sister Lily sighed with envy or regret: "They didn't do anything, but they usurped Invensys' greatest achievement..."

"This country, this sweet fruit, will only belong to my lord. It will be served on my lord's table... Now it's just an appetizer, and we need to wait patiently." Flender also showed a hint of longing.

Only the leader of the witches with a charming face remained silent, wondering what he was thinking.

"Ahem!"

"Ahem!"

At this moment, the Archbishop of the Blood Cup and Flender suddenly bent down in pain and coughed violently.

They had painful expressions and coughed up mouthfuls of blood!

The blood fell on the ground, wriggling as if it had life, forming different characters of the spiritual world.

"Now... act immediately!"

Flender barely straightened his back, and took out a book with a blood-red cover from his arms.

"So...those little bugs..."

The witch leader's scallion-like fingers moved lightly, and private detectives and gangsters walked out of the darkness and corners with absent-minded eyes.

"It can be reused."

A smile appeared on the face of the Blood Cup Archbishop, and he extended his palm to them.

A large amount of blood seeped directly from the pores of these people, turning them into mummies.

When Flender walked into the rental house, Lily and Jesita stood up in surprise: "Who are you?"

This time, they were not deceived.

Crash!

The book with the bloody cover was flipped, and a large amount of blood rolled, filling the entire room.

Even though so many things have been done, ordinary people outside the block turn a blind eye to this scene and still do their own things.

bang!

Flender closed the door, cut off the blood in the room, and said with a smile: "Although the gaze on the secret book has been eliminated, the existence of the secret book itself is an introduction, a signal... Thanks to the witch Layout."

The witch leader's expression remained unchanged: "My lord 'Mingyue' was originally a hidden ally of the 'Mother of the Night'. Since there is an order from my lord, it should naturally be so."

"Now...it's time to start."

The Archbishop of the Blood Cup solemnly took out a wooden cup from his arms. The cup was very rough, as if it had been carved out of a piece of wood, and there were gaps visible to the naked eye at the edge.

In the middle of the cup, it is filled with things that look like mud.

"Overfill...the root of all evil!"

A lot of silt swelled suddenly, overflowing the mouth of the cup, fell on the ground, and penetrated into the house along the crack of the door.

The expression of the witch leader remained unchanged, and her inspiration from the sixth level of essence diverged, and she immediately saw a different picture.

The light gray gravel path is paved into the distance, and the mountains are towering, covered by silent forests and quiet lakes.

Sycamore, hazel, beech, oak, banyan...

The mistletoe spreads, the leaves flourish...

The aroma of trees and flowers moves with the wind, bringing tranquility.

In this harmonious and natural picture, two women are praying in the forest.

The slightly mature one's skin is as white and delicate as ivory, and her plump body is as attractive as a peach.

The slightly greener face has a pure color, like a saint.

They lightly opened their red lips, chanting the honorable name of a certain great existence over and over again, praying to him: "The illusory spirit wandering in the unknown, the absolutely neutral existence, the silent observer..."

The witch leader looked at this scene with hesitation on his pretty brows.

"Control the two women with filthy blood, let them start praying to that existence, and at the same time get involved in the 'root of all evil'..."

Flender explained: "Through a mystical connection, this ritual can affect that being... This is the order of the Mother God."

"Even if it's us, we can choose not to respond to the prayers of believers..." the witch leader hesitated.

This kind of connection is one-sided. A believer's prayer is like making a phone call. The person on the other side can choose not to answer, but a "call record" must be left. In the future, the hidden existence can "call back" at any time. The kind that works...

That's why it is so unfair to pray to the hidden existence, and it is feared by many Beyonders.

"So... you need 'amplification', as well as hidden 'pollution'!"

The Archbishop of the Blood Cup continued: "It's all a competition at the age level, and I'm just a pawn... A pawn must do its job well."

The witch leader bit her rosy lips with a trace of unwillingness.

...

In the spirit world, the pyramids are underground.

a moment ago.

"Divination has also been interfered..."

Looking at the motionless pendulum, Aaron thought for a while and threw out a gold pound.

The gold pound drew a bright trace in the air, and finally ended up facing up.

"'Yao's intuitive divination is the strongest..."

"The chances of being discovered here are very low...and the divination instinct tells me...if you want to break the situation, you must upgrade the original quality as soon as possible...otherwise...similar temptations will emerge endlessly, and it is possible to find flaws."

"I need... strength!"

In Aaron's hands, the 'Fire of the Furnace' was blazing, completely melting the remnants of the sixth element, allowing a illusory little sun to fuse with his body.

hot...

burning...

glow……

Rays of brilliance emerged from Aaron's body, his eyes, his hair, his flesh and blood, his bones... all slowly seeped out pure brilliance.

In the end... his whole body turned into light!

Rays of brilliance flowed, and then spread to the surroundings, completely losing their human form.

Aaron's thinking diverged, and his inspiration gradually came into contact with inexplicable information.

'Yeah...is the human body really perfect? '

"In the process of evolution, the human body has too many shortcomings..."

"True perfection is the whole of nature, the unity of the universe... the harmony..."

He began to get lost in the vast torrent of mysterious knowledge, and gradually lost the concept of 'self'.

Rays of brilliance, with a unique will, overflow and flow to the entire spiritual world...

His thinking is infinitely elevated, as if overlooking the entire spiritual world.

And from the spirit world, all eyes also watched the existence of 'His'!

'No... I am too weak now, if I want to become one with the spirit world, I will only be completely assimilated by the spirit world! '

In countless information streams, an inexplicable brand emerged.

It was an underground pyramid that existed in the spirit world, like a reef in a torrent, allowing Aaron to rely on it to finally form a main consciousness.

"There is no perfect thing, we must accept the shortcomings and the 'imperfection' of the human body!"

Rays of light flowed back to the pyramid, spread along its lines, and gathered on the Black Throne again, trying to form the outline of a person.

Just then, Aaron heard a prayer from the world.