Super Dimensional Wizard

 Chapter 3487 The Temple of Strictness

 Looking at the thundercloud Zeus surrounding him.

Angor hesitated for a few seconds, then reached out and patted its "head".

 Very soft, like some kind of fluffy bread.

 But after it softened, there was a burst of dazzling electric light, and then Angel felt a tingling sensation from his palms to the back of his head, as if he had touched a nettle leaf. Every inch of the skin on the palms was screaming tingling and heating.

Angor retracted his hand silently: "..."

 Laplace apparently also saw Angel's little movement, and said softly: "Thunder Eye... No, Zeus usually does not actively control the electricity on his body. Just now, he was actually trying his best to shrink."

Looking at Zeus, who had obviously shrunk in size, as if a big fat man was sucking his belly hard, Angel said silently: "I can see it."

Thundercloud Zeus seemed to have noticed that it had "shocked" Angel, and it quickly stepped back two meters: "Zeus Zeus..."

 Laplace helped translate: "It said it will be under control when you come next time."

Angor: "...I know."

Thundercloud Zeus slowly floated over the tea table and looked at Angel with expectant eyes: "Zeus? Zeus?"

 Laplace: "It asks you, can you touch it next time?"

Angor was quiet for two seconds: "...I will try."

After getting Angel's answer, Thunder Cloud Zeus stretched out the previously contracted cloud body, returned to the "little fat man" state, and spread it flat over the tea party.

Electricity flashed in the clouds, matching the same frequency as the dancing tea table.

 When everything calmed down, Angel looked at Laplace and asked about the divine blood clone.

 Laplace: "The divine blood clone? She is already here."

Laplace said while looking towards the black forest.

Angor also followed her line of sight and saw "Laplace" in a black and red dress walking out of a rugged path full of weeds in the shadowy black forest.

 The dark purple hair seems to blend in with the dark forest.

 The black and red eyes are like bats in a dark cave, shining with an inexplicable luster.

 The person who came was none other than...the divine blood clone.

 In the past, the appearance of the divine blood clone was always chattering, so even though she was dressed in a gothic style and looked like a vampire girl, she never had that kind of horror feeling.

　　But today, she appeared quietly, with ghostly eyes, coupled with the dark forest, and the long dark purple hair that had fallen away, she looked like a girl from hell, strange and terrifying.

Especially, the mouth of the divine blood clone at this time made her more frightening by three points.

I saw that the pale face of the divine blood clone was covered with densely packed strange runes with dark red "pigment", like a strange rune formation.

 The center of the formation, or the origin of the formation, is the mouth of the divine blood clone.

 The bright red lips, with **** lines spreading outwards, formed a strange pattern on her face.

 Soon, the divine blood clone reached the edge of the black forest.

 She was accompanied by a rustling sound.

That was the crunching sound made when leather boots with leather straps stepped on the dead wood and leaves.

The divine blood clone walked quietly to the tea table, glared at Angel with a resentful look, and then slowly sat down on the right side of the tea table.

 Just opposite Angel.

Looking at the divine blood clone opposite him, Angel endured it for a while, but couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong with your mouth...?"

 The divine blood clone did not say a word, but turned to look at Laplace.

 Laplace: "She can't speak now, so I can only express it on her behalf."

Angor: "I can see it."

With the nagging temperament of the divine blood clone, if she can keep her silent, it must be due to the influence of external factors that prevent her from speaking.

 Laplace: "The blood lines extending from her mouth are the special rituals she prepared during this time."

 The blessing given by the divine blood clone, although it is a verbal blessing, is also affected by the transcendent level. In other words, her blessing is effective.

  Similar to "Yan Ling".

 Be sure to practice what you say and follow the rules.

This powerful ability cannot be easily unleashed, and preparation must be made in advance. Just like some wizards use spellcasting materials when casting spells.

 The preparation for the divine blood clone is to mix the blood ink and carve the lines of the blessing ceremony.

Angor: "So, the blood lines on her face are a blessing ceremony?"

Laplace nodded: "Yes. When she starts to depict this ritual, she can no longer speak, otherwise her spiritual power will be revealed, and the blessing will not be effective."

 This is also the reason why the divine blood clone has never spoken.

 It’s not that you can’t speak, but once you speak, the ritual will automatically fail.

"She will be able to speak after the blessing ceremony is over." Lapras paused: "However, there will be new side effects at that time..."

Angor frowned slightly: "New side effects? Is it serious?"

Although the divine blood clone couldn't reply, she expressed to Angel with her eyes: It's very serious.

Angor: "If it's serious, then... forget it?"

 Originally, Angel didn’t expect much from the blessing of the divine blood clone. If a blessing caused the divine blood clone to have extremely serious consequences, it would be completely worth the loss.

When the divine blood clone heard Angel's words, his eyes lit up, but he quickly lowered his eyebrows and let out a long breath in his nose, as if he was sighing helplessly.

At this time, Laplace said lightly: "There is no turning back when you draw a bow. When she drew the ritual lines on her face, she had already entered the blessing ceremony. Even if she canceled it, she would have to pay the corresponding price. , or even bigger.”

 Because the ceremony was cancelled, the previous preparations were completely meaningless, including the mixed blood ink.

 The blood ink prepared by the divine blood clone uses the rare blood in its own blood bank. Giving up the blessing ceremony is equivalent to a waste of this rare blood.

 The price paid will naturally be higher.

 Laplace: "Furthermore, the side effects of releasing the blessing ceremony are actually... not that serious."

As soon as Laplace finished speaking, the divine blood clone tapped the table with his knuckles and looked at Laplace seriously.

　　Seems like she wants to correct her choice of words.

Even if she didn't speak, Angel could guess what she was thinking in her heart at this moment: "It's not serious? How could it not be serious? This is very serious!"

　　Laplace glanced at the blood clone, but did not talk to her. Instead, he said to Angel: "Whether it is serious or not is a subjective feeling. At least from the perspective of others, it is not too serious."

 “You can understand it this way.”

“A child accidentally dropped his beloved bear into the puddle.” Laplace: “Do you think this is serious?”

Angel wanted to say "not serious", but after thinking about it carefully, he said with a slightly measured tone: "For children, it may be more serious, but for other people, it's actually not bad."                        It’s just a bear doll. Compared to other more important things, such as health, life, and faith, the bear doll is simply child’s play.

What's more, the bear stuffed animal is just stained with mud and will be clean after being washed.

 At its root, in Angel’s opinion, it’s not serious.

 Laplace: "Similarly, this is the side effect of the blessing released by the divine blood clone. She personally thinks it is very serious, but in fact, in the eyes of outsiders, it is just ordinary."

Although he didn’t know what the specific side effects were, Angel probably understood the so-called “severity”.

 It was the divine blood clone who turned his head away rather unhappily.

Angor didn't know what to say at this time. It didn't seem appropriate to accept Laplace's words or not. After all, he is the one receiving the blessing, not a spectator.

Angor thought for a while and decided to do the same as the divine blood clone, not to speak or express his position.

Laplace didn’t say anything either, and a rare silence fell on the tea table.

 The quiet atmosphere lasted for half a minute before someone broke the silence.

"If you don't want to perform the blessing ceremony, you might as well listen to the information I got. Well... the information on the blood disaster."

 The person who spoke was sitting on the seat next to Angel.

 But not Laplace.

Her sudden voice startled Angel, because when he sat down before, there was no one around him.

Angor turned around and saw that a translucent figure had appeared on the empty seat on his right.

 This is a person who is translucent from head to tail, even his hair is translucent, like a ghost. Only her eyes were not translucent, but dark blue and emerald intertwined.

Angor was also familiar with this translucent man. He was a shadow clone known for his speed in moving through the void.

Only the phantom clone can come to Angel silently without being discovered.

Angor: "Is there new information coming from the Blood Disaster?"

The phantom clone nodded: "Yes, not long ago, new information came from the blood disaster body. And the information this time is quite interesting."

　　Shadow clone: ​​“Do you need me to say something now?”

Angor subconsciously wanted to nod, but before he could speak, the divine blood clone opposite him slapped the table and stood up, extending his index finger and pointing at his mouth.

 “Uh…uh! Uh!”

The divine blood clone did not speak, but her meaning was very clear. Rather than letting the shadow clone share the blood disaster information first, she hoped to complete the blessing first and unlock the seal of her own words.

The shadow clone didn't care and said calmly: "Since you are so determined, let's start the blessing ceremony first."

 Laplace finally spoke: "Now?"

 The divine blood clone nodded fiercely: Right now!

Angor: "...what are the side effects? We haven't said anything yet?"

 Laplace: "There are no major side effects, you will know later."

After finishing speaking, before Angel could reply, Laplace suddenly clasped her hands together, and a blazing white light flowed out from between her fingers.

When the white light completely surrounded the surroundings, Angel found that he was no longer where he was, but had arrived in front of a temple filled with soft light.

 Layers of towering fences surround the splendid temple.

There are exquisite carvings everywhere, even the fences are carved with flawless irises.

At this time, Angel was standing outside the fence.

 “Go forward.” Laplace’s voice came to her ears. She looked back and found that Laplace was next to her.

Angor: “Where is this place?”

Angel asked as he followed Laplace.

 Laplace: "The place where the divine blood clone once lived is also the place where the ceremony was held."

Soon, they stepped into the fence and saw the holy temple in the distance, as well as a fountain and garden nearby.

 The sound of running water in the fountain is like a distant bagpipe, with a holy meaning.

There are also exotic flowers and plants planted in the garden. Sparkling butterflies are flying in the pure white bowl-shaped buds. The golden apple trees are emitting thousands of rays of light. The flying fairies are wrapped in colorful ribbons. Everything is like a dream.

Walking in the garden is like walking in a fairy tale, feeling happy and involuntarily relaxing.

 After passing through the dreamy garden, they came to the temple.

Above the door of the temple, there is a row of human... or human-like statues. Some of them are holding classics and reading diligently, some are writing quickly with excited expressions, some are standing under the scales to judge evil and reward good, and some are kneeling in silence in front of the church. pray.

 All the statues are extremely clear, and one can even see their inner activities from the details of their facial features.

 It shows how skilled the carver is.

“These statues are all from the **** of sculpture and printmaking.” When Laplace mentioned the name of this god, he paused for a second: “This is the **** in the world where the divine blood clone once lived.”

 Angel nodded.

 He still remembered Laplace saying that the world where the divine blood clone once lived had a large number of gods. It's just that these gods are more pragmatic, such as the **** of agriculture and animal husbandry who helps the development of agriculture, the **** of cleanliness who protects household cleanliness, and the doll fighter who protects children's dreams...

 In short, everything is based on practicality, even the gods are practical gods.

 Hence, it is only natural for a “god of sculpture and printmaking” to emerge.

“The figures in these sculptures are believers of the ‘god of rigor who checks for omissions and fills in gaps’. They practice rigor in doing things throughout their lives and have made some achievements, so they can become the gatekeepers of the ‘temple of rigor’.”

—The rigorous **** who checks for omissions and fills them up is the divine blood clone.

Angor: "So, this is the temple of the divine blood clone, the temple of rigor?"

 Laplace nodded: "The Temple of Strictness also has a prefix for checking for gaps, but it is also okay to call it the Temple of Strictness directly."

Angor: "What about the divine blood clone?"

 Laplace: “Look, there it is.”

The moment Laplace finished speaking, the door of the temple opened, the dazzling light dispersed, and the singing of the holy choir came from inside.

 Angel looked at the interior of the temple from a distance.

It’s like a skin-smoothing filter has been opened, with the Tyndall effect everywhere. Countless light pathways make the entire temple look extremely sacred.

 At the end of the interior of the temple, you can see a tall white statue of the god.

 This statue of God is exactly...the divine blood clone!

 (End of this chapter)