I play prophet in Salvation Organization

Climbing on a tree in another house, Chris looked at the distant fields.

"Strange," she said wonderingly, "Why do you feel that there are so many people missing?"

Although the village is not too big, Chris still remembers that there are many children of her own age in the village.

However, when she looked at it today, she inexplicably found that the number of friends gathered in their "secret clearing" at this time was much less than usual.

Some well-informed people approached Chris and whispered: "It seems that something happened, so don't let them out."

"I also heard from my family that I should not go out today, but I still kept it from them and slipped out of the house!"

"Have you seen the man from the city? The clothes on his body are different from ours!"

"Oh oh oh, I also heard from my family that this seems to be a certain priest!"

Priests were basically the most learned class of people in this day and age.

When she heard that the man might be a priest, Chris immediately felt a certain intimacy with him, and this feeling even eliminated her fear of that guy: "Then he must know a lot!"

"That's right! I heard people say that he was specially invited to solve problems that we can't solve!"

Even Chris has heard about the problems in the village.

It is said that I don't know when it started, but the village has recently started to be plagued by rats.

The small animals in their village are not the same as ordinary mice. According to many eyewitnesses, those mice are big and fast. At night, they run through the bushes like a gust of wind. .

Someone even said that he encountered a giant mouse that was almost the size of a child one night.

The mouse was actually standing on the ridge of the field, staring at the man with red eyes that seemed to be glowing.

According to that person, when he looked at the mouse, he was like looking at a terrible nobleman, and he was so frightened that he couldn't move and his whole body was stiff.

After the two sides stared at each other for a long time, the mouse quickly jumped back into the bushes, and it didn't make any sound after a while.

Faced with this story, the vast majority of people in the village felt that that person had made it up.

After all, how can there be a mouse that is so big and looks like a human?

But it didn't take long for everyone to gradually realize a problem.

That's the rats in their village, and it does seem like there are a lot of them.

This damned little animal will hide in the cold and damp crevices, set up camps in various places that humans cannot detect, and then sneak into people's barns or houses, nibbling their food and property bit by bit.

Although no one has counted the number of property lost due to rats, but when people pass by every day, most of them will say a few words that their home has been eaten by those things a lot, and some things can't be used. of.

Later, some people finally couldn't bear this kind of life.

They found the village head, Chris' father, hoping that he could come to the door for a solution to the problem.

Of course the village chief was helpless.

It’s alright if you ask him to report to the rent-collecting nobles that there are a few fewer houses today, but you ask him to go to the people above and ask them to send an army specially designed to catch rats to exterminate these "pests"...

Although it is said that there are occupations such as "rat catchers", most of those guys are entertainers or homeless, how could they settle in a certain place?
Therefore, the village head is helpless.

Just when they were devastated by the rat problem in the village.

One day, a well-dressed man with a handsome face suddenly came to visit, carrying a heavy box.

He introduced himself as a priest in a nearby city, and claimed that he had special mouse-catching skills and could wipe out those monsters completely.

"These guys are all demons, enemies of God," he said, "I can help you solve this problem, but after it is done, you need to pay the corresponding reward."

Hearing this, the village head was overjoyed, and hurriedly asked what kind of compensation he needed.

Originally, he thought that this man needed money and property, but to his surprise, this man rejected the money offered by the village chief, and instead made an unclear request: "I need each of you Give me a 'thought piece'."

"This fragment of thinking can be an important memory, or a persistent 'belief', or an unshakable 'dream'," said the man with a pleasant face. "The important thing is that it must be composed. Part of your 'spirit' and must be ingrained."

Thought fragment?

The village chief didn't understand: "I probably understand what you mean, but how do you want us to give you this...thinking?"

Facing the doubts of the village chief, the man smiled easily.

He quickly took out an airtight container full of liquid from his pocket, and handed it to the village chief: "Please dilute this in water, and then give it to everyone to drink. When you fall asleep, you will be able to A joyful experience."

"During that wonderful experience, I will come to collect your 'spirit'." He said calmly.

Holding that strange container, the village chief wanted to reject it immediately.

But thinking of the troubles the whole village was in, the village chief finally gritted his teeth and nodded heavily: "Okay!"

"I can promise, but you have to settle this matter first," said the village chief, "We will not be able to fulfill the agreement until you resolve it!"

Hearing this, the priest nodded slightly: "No problem."

Both parties achieved the desired results in this meeting.

After getting the container, the village head temporarily left the place - although the village is small, he doesn't need to do anything.

Only the priest was left sitting alone, leisurely sorting out the strange bottles and jars in his backpack.

after awhile.

A voice came from the side of the priest: "So this is the means for you to use the law of the soul? A piece of other people's spirit fragments. With this fragment, you can connect with other people?"

In the face of this voice, the priest did not raise his head: "The law is like a simple center, and everything else is the core extending from this center. You can use this center to make a fuss around, but you want to accurately locate individual, then it becomes very difficult."

"In the final analysis, the individual is too weak, almost like a speck of dust and the vast universe in front of the law, how can you accurately find a leaf in the endless universe? Therefore, the mental fragments of other people are the one responsible for locating Tool of."

After speaking, he finally raised his head: "But this probably has nothing to do with you, after all, 'time' is not a complicated and rigid thing like 'soul'. Not to mention, time is the king of all laws—— Even more powerful than our current emperor, His Majesty."

opposite him.

A pale man suddenly appeared, and then sat firmly on the chair.

"What do you think of time," the pale man sneered, "a master? An individual? No, no, no, time is not such an inexplicable thing. It is the only thing that inherits time. Man is likewise unique and indivisible."

As he spoke, he seemed not to want to continue talking.

Looking at the priest, he turned to ask, "When do you plan to go to Tianyuan?"

Facing this question, the priest paused slightly.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the man in front of him: "Are you ready?"

"Of course," the man said with a relaxed expression, "it wasn't there at first, but after entering this village, I'm sure I found it."

interesting.

The priest said with a smile: "It seems that I am really right to come here."

The man also smiled: "This is the decision of fate - just like what I told you before, fate is always a cobweb that cannot be broken free. Most of the time you think you have escaped fate, but in fact you are just caught in it." In a bigger and deeper net."

When he said this, there was a sense of mystery about him, making people feel as if he could see through him to see the more vast... time behind him.

However, the priest has long been used to it: "Do prophets like to say words that sound mysterious but are actually not nutritious?"

"Of course," the Prophet spread his hands, "if others will be burnt out and rack their brains because of your words, don't you think it's very interesting?"

"At the end of the day, being a Riddler is so much fun."

What a nasty interest.

The priest sighed: "For Tian Yuan, just wait until I have completely settled the matter at hand."

"You know, in order to successfully realize my wish, I need to create a hybrid of human and alien species," he said, "Stealing time is only the first step, how to further control time is the key."

"Humans and alien species are like twins with two sides of one body. Alien species are born from human thoughts and ideas, and cling to human bones like maggots. This is a very strange phenomenon. You must know that the law of alien species is in human beings. It was born after the law, but this law can be born and nourished by another law..."

Folding his hands on his chin, the priest said softly: "It's hard not to doubt whether there is something deliberately causing all this, otherwise, parasitic things like heterogeneous species can be produced, and they will continue to grow and grow, and even threaten them in turn. When it comes to the law, don’t you think it’s really strange? It is obvious that it will be wiped out by the law countless times, but it has escaped several disasters by virtue of its attachment and concealment, and finally produced a monster like me ..."

"Too much of a coincidence that one wonders if someone set everything up," concluded the priest.

Facing his conclusion, the Prophet just smiled: "Unfortunately, it is [beep] year. If it is hundreds of years later, you may become one of the founders of objective idealism in history textbooks."

Resting his chin on his hand, the Prophet glanced out the door.

"How slow," he said to himself. "Looks like it needs to be moved a little bit faster, or it's a pain to keep waiting."

The voice fell.

Like something matched his voice.

Beneath what seemed to be a wave, the priest looked out the window.

At this moment, he could see with his own eyes the sun from rising to setting outside the window, and the moon shining brightly, and then being covered by the sun again.

Looking at the lost sunlight, the priest muttered to himself, "This is the time..."

"That's what I long for."

Looking at the priest, the Prophet shook his head: "It's just a superficial use of time. Don't you know the principle? Using yourself as the coordinate system, you can change your perception of time by affecting your memory, and to a certain extent, time jump."

Listening to the prophet's understatement, the priest had a bitter expression.

"Although what you said is very simple," he said with a sigh, "but such a simple thing is a wish that has lasted for thousands of years for me."

The prophet sneered disdainfully: "Where is this?"

"The real controller of the law of time should be able to observe the infinite future as he pleases, just like a bystander who observes time thousands or even countless times," the prophet also sighed, "this is the real sense of control." The one who obeys the laws of time."

"Does such a person... really exist?" the priest muttered to himself.

The Prophet shrugged his shoulders: "Impossible to exist, the human body cannot bear the price of time. Even I need to use this power as little as possible now. It's like the kind that can be performed countless times in an instant. Time observation? Can’t do it, definitely can’t do it.”

"That's why no one can control time," the Prophet took a bottle from the priest, pulled off the cap, and took a sip of the liquid in the bottle. "The only thing that can control time is time itself, and...it is impossible The 'contradiction' that exists in the world."

"Normal things are governed by time, and only abnormal things can jump out of time. This is like a screw that jumped out of the production line. It no longer belongs to this logical system. Therefore, only it Only then can it, in turn, become the key and core to completely destroy the system.”

As the prophet said, he poured the bottle directly into his mouth, gurgling as he poured it: "It's like the confrontation between human beings and alien species. If something can exist in a contradictory form, then I'm afraid he can touch time." Let me think about it, at least it has to be the level of opposition between 'good' and 'evil', right?"

"However, that's just a touch. If you want to really control... Heh, you probably need 'life' and 'death'."

The Prophet sneered: "And it has to be in a human body, because it is a mistake that alien species cannot exist in this world, and all 'origins' are just the nutrients of time in the end. After all, the law of alien species is too fragile. Individuals born because of this law will probably be wiped out by the aftermath of time before encountering time."

"So how is it possible? A living dead? Ha! Don't make me laugh."

Hearing this, the priest remained silent.

On the other side, as if seeing the priest's hesitation, the prophet patted him on the shoulder: "But don't be in a hurry, I know you are in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry."

He said something that a priest couldn't understand, and then went on to say: "If you can combine human beings and alien species, taking into account the strengths of human beings on the one hand, and using the advantages of alien species on the other hand, then it is still possible for you to post Time for the cold ass."

"If your face is hot enough, you might even set it on fire!"

Hearing the Prophet's undisguised laugh, the priest sighed.

He can't do anything about this wanton and wanton guy in front of him.

No matter how many plans you make for a guy who calls himself a "prophet" and has no hope for the future, in the end it means nothing.

Because he wanted to die a long time ago, if your plan is subtle enough, maybe the prophet will clap his hands and put his neck in the noose safely.

In the final analysis, he is a person who has lost hope, and even standing here is a blasphemy against time.

Unfortunately, I still need his help.

Sighing, the priest glanced at the door.

"It looks like it's over," he stood up with a relaxed expression on his face. "Now there are only those children who can be used as bodies."

Looking at the priest who got up, the prophet shook his head: "You are such a scum, Hermes."

"Dozens of people, if you say kill them, you will kill them, and now you plan to do human experiments on those children." The prophet held up the bottle, "If it were me before, I'm afraid I would have screwed your head off a long time ago."

Hearing this, the priest, or Hermes just smiled.

"But you are like me now, aren't you?" Hermes asked back.

When the prophet heard the words, he was slightly taken aback.

Then in the next second, he grinned and said, "A type of person? No, although it can be said that... just treat it like this!"

"I'm different from other people. I can't resist the responsibility," the prophet shook his head. "Instead of being a saint, let me be a villain who deserves to be cut to pieces! At least it's easier to be a villain, and I hate it the most." It's trouble."

"Anyway, our final fate is to be killed by heroes. If that's the case, why not pretend to be a little bit more, and sing the praises of the gray life of the bastard?"

As he spoke, the Prophet raised the bottle and shook it at Hermes: "Cheers!"

After saying this, he directly took the whole bottle of Hermes %*[email protected]They all drank it down.

Fluid from the rule change slowly poured down his throat, and it didn't take long for an intoxicated expression to appear on the Prophet's face.

"This is probably a fairyland!" He laughed and danced, "A perfect world where no one dies!"

He's probably gone completely insane.

Thinking so, Hermes left the room.

He needs to see the "experiments" who are about to undergo surgery.