Chapter 72: Summoning the Gods to Resurrection (Part 2)

"You are the third human mage brought in."

The huge red fox stepped out from the corner, and with every step it took, there was a sound of metal clashing.

The heavy chains that tightly bound the flesh were deeply embedded in the wall, and the snake-like inscriptions wandering on the stone wall also climbed up the orc's body.

Faced with the reactivated blockade inscription, the orc before him was clearly exhausted, and even his voice sounded tired: "Everyone who came in before you is dead."

He tilted his head towards the side of the stone wall: "Right next to you."

The head of the Wilson family actually rotates shifts.

It's a bit hellish to be humane.

Chen Shuang glanced to the side and saw four people lying in an inconspicuous shallow pit in the dark.

Two of them were wearing wizard robes, and the other two were wearing gorgeous aristocratic costumes. No one knew how much time had passed, but the flesh had long since disappeared, leaving only the white bones to show what had happened here.

The Creator ran over angrily and kicked the fallen patriarch hard, kicking him into the pit. He also carefully adjusted the direction so as not to affect the mage's body.

"Not just humans," the giant red fox looked at the hooded human, "even those with powerful transcendent powers will be trapped here until they meet their death."

"This is the revenge of the Dark God."

A hint of despair flashed in his wise eyes: "He will crawl out of death and overturn the entire world."

"We are punished by God."

Chen Shuang: “…Uh.”

The story of the Dark God has now spread to this version.

In the future you might even hear things like “The God of Darkness rides on an old lady on the street and says exercise makes you grow taller,” “The God of Darkness steals candy from a child and says it’s healthier to be on an empty stomach,” and “The God of Darkness steals cat litter and gives it to the dog, saying it’s a new flavor.”

Chen Shuang: "Ahem."

She shook her head, clearing out all the images in her mind.

"Divine punishment?"

A brief question was raised in the quiet space, which made the red fox focus his attention.

The human before him reached up and removed his large black hood. His gentle black hair flowed gracefully behind his shoulders, and a pair of eyes as deep as the night gazed over him. Instead of awe for the gods, they held a hint of disapproval.

She said, "Perhaps you are mistaken. The Dark Temple has not received any revelation from our God."

Chen Shuang looked towards the center of the altar. A statue modeled after the Ruler of Dark Night stood upright. Its grayish-white body exuded an ominous aura. Apart from some confusing and strange divinity, it was completely different from a real god.

She whispered, "This is slander and impersonation."

"Dark...Temple?"

The red fox perked up a bit after a long time. He straightened up with his paws, a glimmer in his eyes: "Who are you?"

The black-haired human turned towards him and spoke calmly, "Priest of the Dark Temple, the only representative of the Dark Devil in the world, Chen Shuang."

The messenger from the night nodded slightly: "Greetings, Orc King."

She said calmly, "Night has indeed returned to this continent, but not here, and God is not in this fake."

There are four tall stone pillars standing in the entire cave. On the circular platform in the center, the silent gray-white sculpture demonstrates its powerful presence at all times.

Chen Shuang approached and carefully examined the familiar sculpture, a coldness gradually spreading in her eyes: "This thing and the manipulator behind it are the ones who should truly be punished by God."

"By the way, your children and your people are looking for you."

Chen Shuang looked at the stunned Red Fox King and softened her voice, "Don't worry, they've been doing well recently."

"Master Priest..."

The red fox looked at the human in front of him, and a quiet atmosphere as if coming from the night came over him, calming his restless heart unconsciously.

He looked back at the gray-white statue. Although it was also full of divinity and might have been mistaken for the real thing before, it was in the same space with the real darkness, and the two auras collided violently. Even though his mind was so tired, he could still sense the huge difference.

A fake is a fake after all.

And the tribesmen still have children...it's really a blessing in disguise.

"This is destiny's guidance."

The red fox trembled and leaned down, pressing its forehead against its closed paws. "If you can survive, the orcs' sharp teeth will become your spears, and their bodies will become your shields."

"Even if I give you my heart, it would not be enough for this favor."

“No need,” Chen Shuang supported the Beast King’s head and lifted the fox’s head up, “If you’re really embarrassed, you can go to the temple to do housework to pay off your debt.”

She whispered, "The butler will definitely be satisfied with this general checkered pattern."

It is no longer a dream to have the entire floor from the first to the fifth floor covered.

Red Fox: "Ah?"

What housework, what housework.

Shouldn't the brave orcs be fighting majestically on the battlefield with the beating of war drums, accompanied by the most primitive strength and strong bodies?

The king thought doubtfully, not knowing that his people had already embarked on another path of no return.

"nothing."

Chen Shuang said: “Let’s talk about the Wilson family.”

The red fox's attention was diverted, and he connected it with the news he had just learned and figured out the key.

He said in a deep voice, "I originally thought the Wilson family was affiliated with darkness. It seems that after the fall of the Dark God, they took this opportunity to create their own god."

Deification, a scary word.

The red fox remembered something and said quickly, "But you must leave quickly. Besides the gray-white statue, there is a strange force here that binds all living beings that enter."

He thought of the intermittent sounds in his ears during this period and tightened the muscles in his back.

"That thing was like the polluted language of countless living beings. It almost confused my mind."

He said, "Those mages also heard this sound shortly after they entered. After that, their vitality was depleted very quickly until they fell into an eternal sleep."

"I used the forbidden-level magic of Calming the Mind to barely silence the strange sounds in my ears," the red fox emphasized. "It's very dangerous here. If you hear those sounds, you'll be in trouble."

“It’s really dangerous.”

Chen Shuang: “?”

Who is speaking.

The voice that had never been heard before continued: "Who can take me away? Anyone can do it. I can make wishes come true. Liars are dogs."

The voice was dejected: "This floor is really floor, this dust is really dust, these bones are really bones, and this fox, well, I like smaller ones. This one is too big and likes to say bad things about me. No."

Chen Shuang looked around: "Did you hear any sound?"

The red fox shook his head, his eyes becoming increasingly cautious: "You won't..."

The voice continued: "How boring."

I seem to have heard it.

Chen Shuang made a "hush" gesture and started walking around in the cave.

The voice sighed and said, "There are a few new people here, but they definitely won't stay long. Oh well, forget it, let's just look through some memories to kill time."

Chen Shuang felt an invisible force sweeping through her body.

The system made a "ding dong" sound.

[You possess the purest dark origin besides God]

[You are immune to mental detection]

The voice suddenly sounded "ouch", and it sounded like it was hit very painfully. It groaned in my ear for a long time before it calmed down and said in confusion: "This shouldn't be the case."

The voice said lazily, "Forget it, I must not have focused well. Let's try again."

"Let me see—"

Chen Shuang's eyes moved slightly, and she relaxed some of the restrictions on her spiritual sea.

"Hey, it's done!"

Because of the deliberate letting go, the other party instantly crashed into the set memory. The voice said proudly: "I told you, there is nothing I can't do, sir. Let me see these fresh memories..."

The self-proclaimed adult grabbed a memory and examined it carefully, muttering, "The lame man carrying a peg hit the lame man carrying an eggplant with the peg, and the lame man carrying an eggplant hit the lame man carrying a peg with the eggplant."

The existence that was almost tongue-tied: "?"

"I must have not chosen it well. Choose again."

It carefully selected a slightly larger memory and recited it: "I picked up the corpses of ten lions and went to a stone chamber. The stone chamber was wet, so I asked the servant to wipe the chamber. After the stone chamber was wiped, I began to test the corpses of ten lions. When I ate, I realized that they were actually the corpses of ten stone lions."

The existence with a knotted mouth: "..."

The silence in the spiritual sea is deafening.

Before it could sort out the relationship between stone, lion, clan and corpse, it suddenly felt something was wrong, as if someone had lifted its body up, and it cried out in panic.

"Who dares to arrest me, my Lord?"

Chen Shuang stood behind the statue, picked up the thick brown book that was full of chatter, knocked on the heavy cover, and reminded: "Be quiet, there are creatures who think they are crazy because of your noise."

Shu was stunned by the long-awaited conversation, and then burst into great surprise: "Can you hear me?"

The system made a "ding dong" sound.

You have encountered the "Book of God Creation"

A divine item created by the demigod Simicah, a magical artifact with a rich history, theoretically capable of creating gods. Having lost someone to confide in, it seems to have become somewhat chatty.

The Book of Creation used its two open sides as legs and limped up.

"Woo woo woo, I can tell you anything you want to know, kind human, please take me away from here."

Chen Shuang pushed the sticky book away: "You are the all-knowing book of god-making."

Thinking of his own image burden, the book that stuck to him suddenly coughed and said, "It's me."

It glanced at the statue next to it, and the page trembled in fear, then began to whimper shamelessly, struggling to climb up its trouser legs, crying, "You don't know that many people here are perverts. They kowtow to me every day and like to peek at my body."

It said shyly: "My body can only be seen by my master."

Chen Shuang: “…”

No matter how you respond to this, it seems perverted.

She changed the subject: "How did you get here after being stolen?"

The book rubbed its hands and said, "I did find a new owner, but that guy is dead. Now I am just a widowed book without an owner."

It pounced on me and said, "Please be my master and take me out of this sea of ​​suffering. I don't want anything. I truly love you."

Chen Shuang: “Tsk.”

What kind of contents are recorded in this guy's body?

Shu whimpered, "Those perverts are really perverted. Hurry up and agree to me, otherwise they will break us up when they come..."

“Boom…boom…boom…”

Before the sound of footsteps came the sound of scattered conversation, and an old voice sounded first above the empty cave.

“What should we do if rats get into the warehouse?”

"Every mouse has its use. We're running low on fuel, so we'll just use it as waste."

Several figures as old as tree bark appeared from the cracks above the cave. When they saw the figure next to the altar, they burst into excitement and great surprise.

The old man in the lead said intoxicatedly: "What a pleasant surprise."

"Master Priest, we have had a hard time searching for you."