Chapter 351 Will the resurrected god get hemorrhoids?

“It’s surprisingly monotonous.”

Lu Wenwu walked on the bloody bridge of bones that had turned into a road. With every step he took, his bones could not withstand the force of the trampling and collapsed into the most primitive power of faith.

He stepped on this land that held the dreams and best wishes of countless believers, but he only felt that it was monotonous and a bit boring.

Legendary thieves active throughout the ages have spent thousands of years building this fertile land of dreams.

But now, only a cramped ruins remain here.

If we must say there is something left that is related to the Kingdom of God.

Perhaps, the last remaining blood shadow servant, Blood Demon Bra, is one of them.

According to legend, this is a special honor that can only be achieved by the most powerful believers who enter the kingdom of God after death and defeat all the souls of their contemporaries.

They are beings who can serve God at close range, are the people closest to God, and are equivalent to angels in the Kingdom of Light.

In other words, the blood demon Bra actually embodies two legends.

A blood demon that can grant people powerful magical talents.

And the blood shadow servants in the kingdom of God.

After understanding that the power of faith achieves its ultimate goal by distorting reality, Lu Wenwu no longer has any ill feelings towards the "notorious" Blood Demon Bra.

even.

Some people feel a faint sadness.

Beliefs and legends can create myths and distort reality.

But it cannot truly resurrect the dead soul.

It is even more impossible for a soul to exist forever and be immortal if it has not yet become a god and does not contain divine power in its body.

Naturally, it is impossible to create a blood demon with immortality and strange powers.

The legend of the Kingdom of God is essentially nothing more than the power of faith transformed into divine power, relying on the more powerful power of reality distortion to create a void puppet that should not exist.

Created from real living human templates.

When faith is severed and divine power dissipates, these created beings will naturally shatter and dissipate like the kingdom of God, and disappear from this world.

The same goes for the blood demon Bra.

The Blood Chosen, the Pope of the Church of Blood and Night, the Great Priest, the Ten-Ring Arcanist, and the God of Magic, Bra, who betrayed the Magik School of Magic many years ago, has long since died.

The only one still alive in the world today is a living puppet named Blood Demon Bula, who was forcibly created by the Blood Demon Legend. He is a living puppet that acts according to the behavioral logic customized by the power of thought.

This is also the reason why he has been causing trouble and attacking the Magic School of Magic for countless years, but has never really caused any major losses.

Just like the clown, it became a ghost story circulating among students, a group of atmosphere that was somewhat harmful but not too harmful.

He possesses all of Bra's memories, possesses incredible powers, and can even perform magic and divine arts in his spirit state.

However, he is not the real Bra at all.

It is simply that a strong current of thought distorts reality, creating clones of "faith" whose thinking patterns have been modified.

It's like a classic scene from a Hollywood movie.

When there is only one clone, and this clone still has all the memories, he will not think that he is cloned at all, but only think that he is the original.

Just like the analysis given by the Eye of True Vision.

【Magic Gathering】

[Blood demon Bra, who has combined blood magic with magic and arcane magic and survived in the world in the form of a strange soul]

Retention is not survival.

The Son of Earth, who possesses special talents, only needs to have a strong enough will to form a small "current of thought" and have the power to make his wishes come true to a certain extent.

This power is called magic.

The thoughts formed by a group of sons of the earth are also magic, but they are cast together.

Therefore, when Blood Demon Bra was analyzing it at that time, he gave the affix [Magic Gathering].

His existence is merely a magical polymer formed by thoughts.

Came to the tall building called Shadow Castle.

To be fair, Lu Wenwu thought that this building looked somewhat similar to the castle of a certain Gray Wolf King, especially the lower level.

It just looks a little distorted.

Lu Wenwu felt a little uncomfortable when he thought of the believers' description that the God of Blood and Dark Night would sit here forever.

If you have been sitting here for thousands of years, wouldn't you go crazy from boredom?

I just don’t know if gods can get hemorrhoids.

This is an issue worth exploring.

If all believers of a certain sect firmly believe that their God will get hemorrhoids, will the other party really get hemorrhoids?

It was difficult for Lu Wenwu to control his divergent thoughts.

On his wrist, the blood demon Bra was still chattering, excitedly recounting the past glory of the God of Blood and Dark Night.

The castle gate was closed tightly, as if firmly rejecting all outside visitors.

Lu Wenwu thought silently for a moment, then suddenly kicked out.

"Bang!"

The dark, heavy door suddenly exploded into a ball, like a piece of rotten wood that had been left for a long time, and it directly exploded into flying black ash and some extremely mixed power of faith.

The blood demon Bra stared at everything in front of him in amazement, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

"You just kicked the door open like that?"

"This, this, this is the gate to the Shadow Castle! It's the core gateway to the Kingdom of Blood and Darkness, and it belongs to my Lord."

"Stop, the rain has nothing to do with me."

Lu Wenwu reached out and pinched his blood bracelet slightly.

A distinct creaking sound was heard, and the Blood Demon Bra immediately stopped his chattering, suddenly breaking out in a cold sweat - if the Blood Demon legend said he had the ability to sweat.

After arriving in the Kingdom of God, I couldn't help but become a little carried away, and almost forgot what kind of power this gentleman possessed.

He can even beat the second and third in command of the Light Camp, so there is really nothing to say.

I'm afraid that even if the God of Blood and Darkness has returned from the long river of history, he can only smile like me?

The blood demon Bra did not think that his thoughts were disrespectful to his own gods.

Believers are like gods, and gods are more like believers. Isn’t this reasonable?

How can a group of gods whose main worshippers are thieves be portrayed as noble and unruly?

Lu Wenwu walked into the somewhat eerie and terrifying Shadow Castle, as if he had completely entered a world of darkness.

At the end of his sight, an unusually tall figure sat quietly on the giant throne made entirely of blood-red skulls, continuously emitting a dark halo.

Looking closely, it wasn't real light.

Instead, the wings were made of some black substance, like those of a bat.

This tall giant has an extremely upright figure and is dressed in an elegant black suit.

With his right hand supporting his chin and his left hand holding a goblet filled with scarlet liquid, he crossed his legs and leaned on his blood throne in a lazy posture.

The pale skin and the evilly handsome face that was so handsome that it was inhumane slightly diluted the pressure from the giant.

But those scarlet eyes like the blood moon made people feel more and more chilling and awed.

I test!

Lu Wenwu instantly matched the other person's appearance with the scriptures in the Blood Bible in his mind.

It is undoubtedly the God of Blood and Dark Night!

However, compared to the appearance described by the Dragon God, the other party's current appearance has been distorted from a pure human posture, becoming an image similar to that of a vampire, a vampire, or a Western bat spirit.

"My Lord"

The Blood Demon Bula's voice trembled with excitement, and he instantly turned back to his original appearance, kneeling before the God of Blood and Dark Night with his whole body prostrated.

Lu Wenwu kept looking at the god in front of him and the internal structure of the shadow treasure with a very complicated expression.

It’s not that this god’s aura is not strong enough.

The main reason is that the internal environment is really hard to keep up.

The God of Blood and Dark Night sat on the blood throne dozens of feet away from the two of them, motionless like a sculpture.

Apart from this throne, the entire Shadow Castle is completely empty!

Not to mention the decorations and ornaments, there is only this one floor!

In other words, the Shadow Castle, which looks tall, straight, fancy and extremely oppressive from the outside, is actually just an empty shell without even any floors!

And it's an empty shell like a coffin!

With the size of the God of Blood and Darkness, he couldn't even lie down flat in it!

If I stood up, I would probably hit the ceiling directly.

Suddenly seeing this scene, Lu Wenwu found it really hard to hold back.

Honestly, this place isn't as impressive as the Buddhist and Taoist temples that were tourist attractions on Blue Planet in my past life.

Lu Wenwu thought about it and felt that it was not the fault of the God of Blood and Darkness himself.

After all, the Kingdom of God is shaped in the image of its believers.

As for his followers, well, it wasn't that Lu Wenwu was class-discriminatory. It was mainly because, considering the current level of education in the Continent of Gods, it was quite difficult for these thieves, who were generally poorly educated, to create such a formidable situation outside of Shadow Castle.

Their cultural attainments, which were like burning books and burying scholars, indeed made it difficult to design a specific, delicate and gorgeous image.

Stop talking nonsense. Who the hell would be a thief if they have this ability?

This industry doesn't even have a complete professional system inheritance, so it has no future at all.

The image outside the Shadow Castle is okay, but as for the inside...

I can only say that it has the beauty of a domineering president's novel.

It must be awesome in God’s kingdom.

How exactly is it awesome?

I don’t know.

Anyway, God is sitting there, nothing else matters. Just know that it’s awesome, that’s all.

Lu Wenwu's wandering thoughts were quickly brought back to reality.

Mainly because Blood Demon Bra is a bit annoying.

Ever since he entered here and knelt down neatly, this guy has been whispering to his "master".

Lu Wenwu looked up and looked into the eyes of the god in front of him.

He looked into the other's crimson eyes with analytical eyes, a look of regret on his face.

"Bra, stop nagging."

The blood demon Bra was obviously a little reluctant.

But under the pressure of the Fifth Master, he immediately surrendered, with obvious regret and cowardice on his face.

after all

It is one thing to submit, but it is another to be embarrassed in front of the God you believe in.

But soon, the Blood Demon Bra's mood immediately improved.

Because Lu Wenwu spoke again: "The God of Blood and Dark Night has not yet fully revived. Right now, it is just a statue composed of divine power and laws, not the real Him."

As he spoke, he looked behind the God of Blood and Darkness.

In the same darkness, countless negative forces gathered from all directions, pouring into the opponent's body in a way that was completely invisible to the naked eye, and slowly pushing something up.

Lu Wenwu could clearly feel that a will that completely carried the laws and divine duties was about to take shape and take over this body.

Moreover, the power of pollution and assimilation that he had previously seen in the God of Justice and Judgment became increasingly intense, almost to the point of becoming active.

If the blood demon Bra was really just a simple soul, his fate would have been the same as those believers in the Holy City of Light.

Either they are infected by negative forces and die suddenly, or they are completely assimilated and covered by the power of the priesthood, becoming living dead who can only pray and become part of the laws and gods.

The blood demon Bra obviously didn't know this.

Instead, he was extremely excited at this moment, looking forward to the revival of the God of Blood and Dark Night.

After all, when he first came here, he didn't even dare to enter the gate of Shadow Castle. He just became what he is now in a daze, and then returned to the human world in a daze.

As a believer, who wouldn't want to see the god they fanatically believe in with their own eyes and have a chat with him?

"Master Wuwu, may I ask how long it will take for our Lord to wake up?"

The Blood Demon Bula's voice was trembling with excitement, and even his body was a little erratic, flashing like a railway warning light.

"I guess it will probably take less than a week."

Lu Wenwu no longer suppressed his aura. His knotted muscles bulged high, and faint red steam rose.

A majestic aura like the sea suddenly appeared, surging in the Shadow Castle.

Since his breakthrough, his overall strength has become too strong, and it is impossible for someone of the Blood Demon Bula to challenge him.

Even though it was just a breath, the strong pressure from the soul directly knocked him to the ground.

He could do nothing but feel horrified and trembling.

Suddenly, the Blood Demon Bula remembered what Lu Wenwu had done in the Holy City of Light, and a very bad premonition arose in his heart.

He lay on the ground with a horrified expression, and suddenly shouted, "Master Wuwu! You, you, you are not thinking of attacking my Lord, are you?"

Before he finished speaking, there was a loud bang.

Lu Wenwu's body rose from the ground like a rocket, leaving behind a huge, completely shattered pit at the previous location.

He expressionlessly swung his fist at the statue-like God of Blood and Darkness, and the true meaning of martial arts burst out from behind him. A bright golden sun of merit rose slowly, completely illuminating the entire dark space of the Shadow Castle.

"You guessed it right, but there's no reward."

The Great Sun Fist with the Demonic Spear attached slammed hard on the god's head.

"boom!"

Amidst the violent explosion, the tall Shadow Castle collapsed.

The Kingdom of Blood and Dark Night is on the verge of collapse!

(End of this chapter)