Infinite Mask Game.

Chapter 275 Only God Can Fight God

Suddenly, Wei Miao felt a creepy feeling.

She turned her head suddenly and saw the void on the side was torn apart, revealing a corner of the soul-soothing realm.

Under the foggy gray sky, the silent town was filled with black smoke.

A tall obsidian statue gradually grew larger in Wei Miao's sight.

“He is coming out!”

After getting the answer effortlessly, Wei Miao had the urge to turn around and leave, but the desire for the unknown and secrets in her heart kept her where she was.

If she could come into contact with such a majestic existence, even if she only got a glimpse of its mysteries, it would be enough to benefit her at her level!

She finally understood why some people would rather face the risk of eternal damnation and throw themselves into the abyss.

Some people advocate "fear of the unknown", some people advocate "facing madness"...they are both right.

Being in awe is to save your life, facing it head-on is to fight for your life.

Wei Miao can leave the copy at any time, but she is still standing here.

As the bottom of the stone statue protruded into a crack, the torn space gap was wrinkled like a canvas, and was dragged out of the plane by the statue.

The cracks shrank irregularly. When the statue landed here intact, the gap in the space of the Requiem Realm completely disappeared.

The sound of the flames scorching was also swallowed up by the statue.

Silent as nothingness.

The prism-like surface of the statue actually reflects the pointed-roof red-tiled houses, the empty streets, the dead grey sky... the countless faceted scenes are constantly changing, making it dazzling.

Wei Miao understood what this meant, and stared at the statue intently, shocked by its ability: "It actually gathered the entire soul-resting field into the statue!"

At this moment, the statue carries everything in the realm of requiem!
His shrunk size made him fall easily into the formation.

His complete coming seems to be just the beginning of the next stage of refinement.

The wind blew across Wei Miao's face.

The next moment, she realized that it was not wind, but violent soul power.

A tornado-like white mist appeared in the formation, and even the raging fire was swept up to form a vortex. The momentum was so strong that it seemed to break through the formation.

What she felt was the airflow formed by the escape of soul power.

In the eye of the storm, a mysterious shadow quickly solidified, and every detail of the inky black feathers was visible.

An otherworldly power turned into an invisible pressure, and the vague terror made people tremble.

Strands of pale white light infuse it.

The Soul Hunter's body was long gone.

While observing, Wei Miao was also thinking, it was incredible that the ceiling here had not been blown away despite such a big commotion.

The vision lasted only a few seconds, and the silent statue suddenly dimmed.

At this moment, the facets on it seemed to be connected to the abyss, dark to the extreme, and soul-stirring.

The flames could not cast any light on it, and the scene of the soul-requiem realm also disappeared.

"Click."

A slight cracking sound broke the silence.

A tiny crack appeared on the indestructible statue, at His left shoulder.

An almost negligible sound can be like a loud bell to some beings.

Inside the Holy Cathedral of Virginia, the bishop, dressed in a thin platinum robe, knelt on the ground, motionless.

He knelt at the main altar from twelve o'clock, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and bowed his head to pray devoutly.

The mask, exquisitely carved from gold, covered his entire face.

On the main altar, the sculpture of the blessing angel Virginia is shrouded in a hazy halo, looking extremely holy.

He is depicted with his hands clasped in blessing. Behind him is a disc decorated with radiating lines, with the Holy Grail in the center.

When the crisp sound of shattering reached his ears, he raised his head slightly, opened his eyes, and his mood, which had been quiet for who knows how many years, began to ripple slightly.

With his fingers crossed at an angle at the middle joints and his thumbs flat and overlapping, he made the standard praise gesture of the Blessed Sect in front of his chest, and then turned it over in front of his abdomen: "Praise the Blessed Holy One, your love is infinite and your grace is everlasting."

“To rule and to govern—are those of the Immortal!” As if it were a command of praise, a golden hourglass-shaped mark appeared in his pupils, shaped like a holy grail of thanksgiving.

The double-headed cup flipped over. Instantly, invisible divine power was drawn from the void and condensed into a bright white blessing holy seal behind him.

The bishop stood up from his kneeling position, his figure tall and majestic.

He turned back, his gaze seemed to penetrate the thick walls and layers of space of the church, and go straight into the secret place of refining.

The next second, he decisively closed his eyes and lowered his head slightly to show respect, not daring to look directly at her.

The closer we are to God, the more reverent we become.

Even if it is just an idol that possesses divine power, its will and incarnation have not yet descended, but it should not be underestimated.

But the bishop also has his own position.

He tried to use his body as an anchor, calling for the help of the Goddess of Blessing, and stop the refining.

Only God can fight against God!
This is the small town of Sabo, where the Zhuyou sect is at its peak.

The ruler must be and only be my God!
At this moment, the formation is completed.

Wei Miao was unaware of the unusual events in Zhuyou Church.

She used her fingers as "telescope" and peeked out through the two holes like a child.

Although Wei Miao did not plan to leave, she kept in mind the life-saving rule of "never look directly at God".

This behavior is done to limit the scope of vision and prevent oneself from seeing things that should not be seen.

With such a grand ceremony, she really couldn't figure out the will of the Silent Death God - whether even a single thought would descend upon the statue.

She saw a raging fire and heard the subtle but continuous sound of cracking.

There was a black mist spreading over the ground, reaching over her ankles.

A strange feeling of peace sprouted in my heart. Sadness, fear, grief, joy...all emotions were wiped out.

It seemed that all she wanted now was to go back home and have a good sleep in her soft, warm bed.

Or you can just lie down here, place your hands on your abdomen, lie flat and enjoy a sweet dream.

Return to eternal tranquility and cut off all worldly worries.

No need to think, no need to act, no need to... live.

"This is...death!"

Wei Miao realized that she had touched His Tao. It should be said that this could not be called Tao, but the erosion of her by the dissipation of His power, and the manifestation of the nature of His power.

Just a taste, a drop in the bucket.

Even so, the sense of bewitchingness is still astonishing.

Human beings are always harsh towards suffering and indulgent towards enjoyment.

Once you compromise, you will compromise step by step and will never be able to leave His control.

This temptation continued and became stronger and stronger. In the end, it was almost like I was arguing with myself.

"I am by no means a saint. I also have a desire for pleasure and I also have lazy behaviors."

Otherwise she wouldn't have lived such a lazy life for decades.

"But if you can't control yourself, you have no choice."

"Lie flat or struggle, enjoy or suffer, everything should be my choice and my control."

Do whatever she wants... The realm and goal she has always been pursuing have always been consistent.

Wei Miao watched his inner struggle indifferently. His true self had already made the judgment, and what was entangled with the bewitching was just a corner of his heart that was used for deception.

She had used similar methods when she was in pain.

The part of consciousness affected by perception is separated from the main consciousness. Although the feeling still exists, the main consciousness is able to rely on the isolation zone to recover most of the attention and carry out normal thinking and actions.

This depends on the free control of the mind.

It sounds abstract, but in fact it is just a kind of self-deception and deception of consciousness.

Even if the erosion is endless, consciousness is also boundless!

The abandoned part of consciousness is like a lizard's broken tail, used to confuse hunters. It is an intentionally constructed line of defense and cage.