It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

The silver-haired girl's words made the clerk feel a little baffled, but before she could respond, the former suddenly turned around and walked towards the black-clothed guests who were chatting and playing cards on the first floor of the hotel, and said in a gentle tone:

"It's time to wake up."

This sentence swept through the entire town like an invisible storm, and all the busy townspeople heard this voice deep in their consciousness.

They stopped what they were doing, and their faces showed the dull expression before waking up from a dream.

Everyone became stunned, as if suddenly recalling something that had been forgotten for a long time.

Immediately afterwards, the figures of these townspeople became transparent and disappeared strangely.

The town of Nuoda became silent again. Ella left the hotel and walked on the streets. It was getting late.

The afterglow of the setting sun is spreading at the end of the street, the temperature of the sun has not yet dissipated, and it is so warm that people can't lift their spirits.

The silver-haired girl stopped in front of a church, and she cast her eyes on the three parallel doors and the hall where the statue was worshiped.

The setting sun passes through the stained glass, casting dappled spots of light on a believer.Wearing a gray priest's robe, he knelt with his back to Ella and worshiped an unknown god.

He seems to have been accustomed to this for a long time, and his posture seems natural and freehand.If placed in the material world, this would be a perfectly normal scene, but Ella has clearly awakened all the townspeople who were trapped in the illusion.

Only he is an exception.

The girl glanced at the steps shining brightly in the setting sun. The surface of the stone steps seemed to be covered with a layer of smooth powder, which was something she was familiar with again.

Across the corridor, Ella sat on a bench in the front row.He just sat there quietly and said nothing.

The priest didn't seem to notice her, he just fetched a bucket of water, wet the long table and candlesticks in front of the statue with a somewhat dark rag, and took the trouble to clean the dust on the stone pillars and the shutters.

Ella waited patiently for a quarter of an hour, and then the old priest, whose beard and hair were completely white, wrung out the rag, put away the bucket, and tidied up the wrinkled priest's gray robe. He came to sit in front of her with his hands crossed.

"It's been a long time, honored guest from another world."

Ella observed him carefully, the gray-white tinder kept zooming in and out in the girl's eyes.

Through spiritual vision, she found a moon-white halo shrouded behind the body of the old man in front of her. It looked like a huge and elegant creature, but even Ella could barely see two pairs of wide wings through the halo. contour.

"what are you?"

"As you can see, a native believer in this small town is nothing but that."

Born and bred... Ella played with the word carefully.The other party surprised her frankly. The priest in front of her was not a life that entered the void space from the outside world, but an aborigine living here.

"Who is the god you believe in?"

After hearing this question, the old man was not surprised or angry. He just showed a smile full of elder wisdom.

This strange reaction made Ella feel unspeakably awkward as if she had punched herself in the sea.

The old man turned his head to look at the statue above the Holy Grail altar. It was a stone statue with a drooping head, but the facial features were indeed blank.The whole body of the statue is covered under a loose robe, and there is no other feature. You can say that he is old or young, man or woman, human or non-human, and these can be applied to this featureless statue.

"God is God. He created everything in this world, gives us sunshine and life, and bestows us with eternal happiness."

"God is omniscient and omnipresent. Even our meeting today has long been recorded in His scriptures and prophecies."

Ella had already made eighty-nine guesses about the identity of this so-called god. She immediately sneered and said sarcastically:

"Of course he knew I would come. You put the residents of the entire town to sleep in the material world and captured them into this dimension. How could I leave you alone? If this can be regarded as a prophecy, everyone is A prophet!"

The old man was not angry, just shook his head and sighed.

"Guest from another world, your arrogance is exactly the same as the records in the scriptures. Since you have seen this town with your own eyes, why are you still angry? It is peaceful and beautiful, and every resident is very happy , they might prefer to stay in such a place."

"But you still broke all this with strong means. Can I ask, why?"

Ella thought the question was a little funny,

"You call indulging in the fantasy of nothingness happiness? Let them abandon everything they once cared about, abandon their memory and soul, and enjoy the false sunshine like a bubble in this false country?"

"A vain fantasy... Maybe this is where your arrogance lies."

The priest nodded, and he took out a thin metal jar from the cabinet of the confessional drawer, which contained some dried dark tea leaves.

The old man put a pinch of tea into the two cups with a wooden spoon, and then poured boiling water into them.The heat of the water infiltrates the tea leaves instantly, and under a bit of ups and downs, the curled dark dead leaves gradually stretch out and dye the water into a beautiful amber color.

"I grew up here, with lovers and children, parents and relatives, siblings and friends... After a disaster, I lost everything. Since that day, every afternoon Whenever I have time, I will come and clean the church carefully, so as to calm my mind."

He pushed a cup in front of the silver-haired girl,

"This kind of tea is a specialty brought by my friend from a foreign country. It takes nearly a year for each round-trip voyage. Its rich taste is different from the varieties available locally."

Ella took the glass and took a sip.

She wasn't worried that she would be poisoned, any toxin would be decomposed into pure energy by the flames as it flowed through her body, but from the efficiency of this transformation.Ayla also surpasses the shadow as an alchemical creation.

It is indeed a refreshing fragrance that can make people feel peaceful, but Ella frowned instead.

"You mean, to you... this world is real? But after all, it is just an illusion, a reflection on the water, not even a pure spiritual world. The residents here can't even resemble the aliens. Creatures from space simply descend into the material world. Except for a few special individuals, they cannot interfere with the outside world at all."

The priest's smile gradually became deeper,

"Isn't it the same for us?"

"From the beginning of my birth, the existence here is everything to me. There is no doubt that they are real, and my memory will not be falsified. You are like the reflection in the water to us, except for a few who have suffered from the gods. Except for the glorious voters and special beings, there is no way to interfere with each other."

"In this way, arbitrarily thinking that only the world we live in is real, and treating everything we care about as phantoms on the water—isn't this the greatest arrogance?"

At this time, Ella's eyes finally penetrated the moon-white halo, and saw clearly the huge phantom behind the old man.

It was a very beautiful creature. It had two pairs of butterfly-like wings, and the surface of its body was covered with moon-white fine velvet scales.Its slender body is covered with elegant streamlined patterns, which spread like wings from the nearly transparent and glowing ribcage, outlining an arc like a half-moon.

Dozens of slender tail feathers undulate regularly like streamers behind it.

The head of the butterfly is a networked ring like a tree root, with a glowing faceted crystal floating in the center.

Every time the old man spoke, the multi-faceted crystal would flash a wonderful halo, which was probably the way the other party used to communicate.

The girl finally understood the origin of the familiarity, the other party's aura was like the giant chrysalis and those fish-like arthropods she had killed.

It's just that it's more rounded and complete than the former, just like the difference between an adult insect and a larvae.

The appearance of the priest is just a virtual image, and the huge creature is its real body.

No... The biological senses of these two worlds are completely different, and the laws of maintaining the existence of the world are also completely different.Ayla also couldn't be sure what the world would look like in their own eyes, and what the creatures of the material world would look like.

Even himself, in the eyes of the priest, he might be talking to an ugly monster.

Thinking of this level, an inexplicable question flashed through Ella's brain.

From the perspective of the priest or other native residents of this world, what would it be like to kill thousands of monsters in the void.

Recalling the disaster that the priest said, Ella was speechless for a while.

"In any case, after all, you are the first to invade the world I live in. If you hadn't competed for the spiritual power belonging to the material world in a certain ceremony, I would not have noticed the existence of this world at all."

"It's the same this time. I don't need to interfere with your life, but you shouldn't drag the residents of the entire town into this space."

The old man smiled and shook his head.

In Ella's vision, the huge butterfly supported its body with its slender forelimbs, and the crystals on its head began to gather huge energy.

His voice became solemn and serious.

"That's an oracle. You don't understand the nature of this world enough, and we have no choice."

"I don't think it's a mistake to let them live in this world, as you're bound to object to that..."

"I'm very relieved to be able to have such a conversation with you before I die."

"I don't hate you for killing my people and relatives, but I must do my duty here."

The light gathered, and the moonlight filled the entire church.

The half body of the faceless statue was lit by the moonlight, and it still had the smooth facial features, neither mercy nor hatred.

Chapter 86

The moon-white light beams split in the air, collided with each other and converged to form new light beams.Just between breaths, the church was completely covered by the rain of moonlight.

Nothing they touch seems to have changed, but in Ella's eyes they have all fallen into a strange stagnation.

The water stops flowing, causing no ripples even when hit by rocks, neither causing objects to float nor to sink.The hard steel is rusty, and the soft steel is like foam.

The matter swept by the moonlight fell into a deep sleep, forgetting its own instinct and nature.

But the dense rain of light was swallowed by a thin layer of fire before it touched Ayla, and the latter walked forward at a constant speed without stopping.

The priest pressed his left chest with his right hand, and he had retreated to the end of the hall, which was directly in front of the altar.

The old man took a deep breath, and stood firmly in front of the altar, with his head held high, and there was no trace of aging on his face.

His left hand moved forward, holding up a holy symbol similar in shape to a moth or butterfly. A steady stream of moonlight rays shot out from several magic circles formed around the holy symbol.

Through refraction, they form an impenetrable light net with no dead ends, attacking from behind Ayla's feet and even from all directions.But no matter how tricky the angle was, the fire curtain in front of them was flawless.

Ella's face remained unchanged, but she was also secretly surprised.This kind of power is already stronger than her before she gained divinity. If placed in the material world, such a creature is enough to cause a huge disaster on a city scale.

After taking seven steps, Ayla waved away the gray curtain of fire.

Her body became a little unreal, as if it didn't exist here, countless moon-white light beams passed through the girl's body but couldn't bring any influence.This even made the air fall asleep, and the light beams that created a vacuum environment were completely unable to interfere with Ayla.

Facing the moonlight like this, she quickened her pace a little and came to the priest.

The old priest's face was covered with sweat. Even he couldn't continue to bear such a high-intensity moonlight field, but his expression remained unchanged and even smiled.

The old man raised his head and let out a long sigh, picked up the heavy scripture and threw it down.He no longer has the energy to maintain this magic, not to mention that his moonlight can't do any harm to Ayla, maybe physical means are more direct and effective.

In the girl's spiritual vision, a creature that looks like a moth or a giant butterfly raises its sharp forelimbs high. Its structure is not like an insect's jointed limbs but more like a pure white bone sickle, charming and charming. Extremely holy.

It passed down silently, and purple-black cracks appeared in the surrounding air in a short time. The stained glass of the church and the marble floor on the ground made the sound of paper being cut at the same time. Hundreds of cut marks became fragmented.

Even magic steel, mithril, and even a magic shield created by a high-level spell can't stop such a sharp slash.

But just before it was completely swung down, the silver-haired girl raised her right hand and lightly tapped the priest's throat with her fingertips.

Her movements seemed slow, and each step was clearly imprinted on the old man's increasingly cloudy pupils, but the latter knew that the blow was incredibly fast.

After completing this action, Ayla casually took half a step back to the side, letting go of the phantom.Smooth cracks spread from the old man's feet to the street outside the church, and the buildings where the cracks passed neatly slid to both sides, and the town was cut into two sections by this blow.

The priest straightened up slowly, except for a little gray on his throat, his whole body didn't look like any scars.

But he didn't dare to make any more moves, that seemingly understated finger had burned all the tissues and organs in the old man's body to ashes.

"It turns out that you have mastered the rules of this world to such an extent...I shouldn't take the risk of passing on faith to those few executors."