Stop Calling Me!

Byron looked at the light blue light spots all over the sky, and was glad that he had not really joined the Dust of Lightless. He turned his head and asked, "Where are you going? Are you leaving Bayland?"

The ascension ceremony was obviously extremely dangerous, and Berland might be destroyed as a result. Byron felt that he should take his daughter and leave quickly.

"Do not."

Shen Yi shook his head.

Of course he will not leave Bayland.

This increasingly familiar city has all the "connections" and "bonds" I have re-established. If I lose this place, I will have nothing.

Shen Yi had already opened the book of travelers from ten directions, and calmly found the page closest to the speech location.

"I will let those who try to blaspheme..."

"Falling from the sky."

Chapter 112 Chapter 4 The Day of Great Victory ([-]K)

morning.

Ten fifty.

There are still thirty minutes before the public speaking begins.

A top upscale hotel not far from the lecture venue.

A deluxe room on the third floor.

The High Priest of the Embers of Chaos Order, Fred, who can be called the "Great Philanthropist", is sitting on a chair, wearing a decent indigo suit.

The high priest was obviously very happy, with a deep smile on his lips.

He looked out the window and said, "Today's weather is rare and good."

The weather in Bayland is very bad most of the time, and the sun is still not enough today, but at least there is no haze.

He shook the goblet in his hand, which contained quite high-end red wine.

Most of the believers of the gods outside the world in the "cup" domain like extravagance and lust, and the high priest never thinks about restraint, but enjoys it to the fullest.

Already over seventy years old, the hook-nosed Congressman John stood not far away, with a serious expression, one hand behind his back, and the other holding a manuscript.

He looked at the manuscript calmly.

"It's very fortunate that we can get to where we are today."

John's voice was a little hoarse. During the period of participating in the election, he had to prepare for various things, which had already exhausted the man in his seventies.

He turned around and said, "Just now I got the news that the top management of the Anti-Magical Bureau temporarily removed half of the investigators. It seems that something big has happened in the city."

The high priest was silent for a while, and said, "Well, maybe something happened, but it should have nothing to do with us. I haven't received any new news from my side."

He smiled and said to John: "John, enjoy the present time to the fullest, now, you have become the new manager of this city."

John nodded, and said in a calm tone: "It is true, I have become the new manager, and I can also provide more help to the church...Then the question is, what do I want? When can I get it?"

The high priest took out a thumb-sized glass bottle from his arms, which contained a red liquid.

"I have lived for more than three hundred years, so I naturally have a way to keep you alive."

"Now, you can drink this."

The vial automatically flew to John's hand, and a kind of warmth radiated from the bottle.

He hesitated for a moment, and drank it in one gulp.

The red liquid entered his body, and John felt as if a flame was burning, which made him couldn't help reaching out to cover his chest, and gasped violently.

"What did you give me to drink?" He asked with some fear.

Gradually, this feeling of burning flames disappeared, and a new vitality injected into the body instead.

John feels better than ever!

"It's amazing!"

He looked at his hands in astonishment, turned his body quickly, his face was full of surprise and joy.

Even though his appearance has not changed, his body is no longer old and decayed. Instead, there is a steady stream of vitality gushing out, as if he has returned to the age of eighteen or nineteen!

The high priest said: "I used several potions as an aid, which greatly reduced the purity of the burning blood. It is only two thousandths of the purity of the original version, but ordinary people can bear it."

"After taking it, it can stop aging and regain vitality. Taking it multiple times can even produce natural strength."

Of course it was only temporary, the high priest smiled and did not tell the whole situation.

The effect of each medicine can only last for three years, and after three years, the user's body will return to its original state.

In this way, those greedy people who dream of immortality have to rely on the Order of Chaos Embers.

He continued calmly, "As long as you stay loyal, you can get more."

The young Senator John, who had almost recovered, was silent for a moment, and finally showed a joyful smile.

"Of course, I will never give up my loyalty to Him."

He turned around and bowed deeply to the low figure by the window.

Aina has been standing quietly at the window.

Looking at the people gathered in the square in the distance, she knew that the influence of the order had grown further.

In the future, the High Priest will reach out to all walks of life in Bayland. It may be a little radical, but this is what he dreams of.

So, what is your dream?

"I should go." Senator John glanced at his watch and left the room immediately.

The moment he stepped out of the room, his secretary, bodyguards, and accomplices immediately surrounded him.

There is no doubt that he is the center of the crowd.

John raised his head and said, "Next, let's say hello to those who support us."

Today will be a big victory day.

-

Bayland Central Plaza.

Many people who support Senator John came here, and the reporters had already prepared their camera equipment.

Today, Bayland's new mayor's speech will be broadcast live to all parts of the country, and people who support him or not will have the opportunity to see this scene on TV.

Among the crowd present were young people, old people, and even children who joined in the fun. Many people held signs, declaring their views, and clearly supported the party represented by Congressman John.

Among the crowd was a man with dark brown hair and a thin face like a knife.

He moved in the crowd expressionlessly, wearing a blue and black sportswear, with a peaked cap on his head, and there was nothing unusual about him.

White's eyes scanned the surroundings, no emotion showed on his face.

He looked at the people holding up the signs and yelling, and he could feel the boiling emotions of people, these people were yelling, yelling, venting excess energy and thoughts.

White knew he was going to change everything here.

The world is chaotic and disorderly.

People are ignorant and desperately need the help of a guide, a god to guide them...White did think so many years ago.

So, he and Green's ancestors founded the Miracle Sect.

They take in many people who cannot eat, build their own homes, and guide these people on the road of self-salvation.

At that time, White did not use "cognitive distortion" to hypnotize a large number of believers, but used "reality distortion" to show "miracles" from time to time.

What they did was very successful, but it is a pity that the Corona Church cannot tolerate all this. A letter from the Green family ruined everything... That man chose the family and betrayed himself.

A hundred years later, White no longer resented Green.

Human nature should not be speculated, nor should it be trusted.

Because the human heart is always changing according to the stimuli of the external environment.

So, it was me who was wrong.

I didn't directly "cognitively distort" all sect members, including Green, to ensure absolute loyalty to the sect in the first place.

This is the mistake.

White murmured to himself, "But this time I won't make any mistakes."

He wants to be here and become a god.

Then, use power to distort the cognition of the people in the entire Bayland City.

Let Bayland become a city of miracles, everyone will be happy under their own control, away from chaos and disorder.

He sacrificed half of himself, spent a lot of time and energy, and finally came to where he is now.

The plan went well.

The only worry is that there is a mysterious existence that was not in the prophecy—the man who appeared suddenly and lived in the coffee shop.

His actions were completely unpredictable in prophecy and divination.

But the plan doesn't fail there.

White's expression was determined, with various emotions intertwined in his eyes.

Nowadays,

It's my big day!

"Long live Nolan!"

The surrounding crowd suddenly became restless, and the overwhelming cheers woke White up from his memories.

He looked at the platform in the distance.

A hale and hearty old man stood there.

Soon there were voices other than cheers. Not everyone supported Mayor John. There were not only cheers, but also curses and growls.