The live stream chat on the other side of Earth was nonstop.
"I'm blind! Completely blind!"
"I can't believe I actually find this old chrysanthemum-wearing Dalos man cute! I must be crazy!"
"They've all gone mad..."
"So here's the question: was this old man named Bama, Dalos, the saint in his previous life?"
"Is there really such a thing as past lives and reincarnation? I think it's more like the old man had his memories implanted. I believe that wouldn't be too difficult for someone of a high social standing..."
"I agree!"
"Agree with this point +1".
...
With tears in his eyes, the High Priest of Bama gazed at the sky, as if he saw something beyond the western stars. His right hand, just as he remembered, clutched the pendant on his chest.
"My Lord, have you returned? Do you remember me...?"
In the western sky, faint patterns appeared around the stars, as if the sun had some painted lines around it.
The other priests and believers on the altar looked at the High Priest Bama with some bewilderment; it seemed very strange for such a respected old man to be making such a gesture.
But according to the high priest's gaze, they couldn't help but look up at the sky, and after a moment they let out a bewildered exclamation.
The 100,000 false believers below reacted to the sound and soon began to express their astonishment.
The actor playing Roxvius was sweating profusely in the alternate dimension, and he couldn't help but get goosebumps as he faced the old man's green, loose, wrinkled face.
"This script is... that deeply affectionate old man's face is really... definitely related to Saraso!"
Saraso was already in his beach villa, sitting on the sofa watching the live stream with a sinister smile on his face.
The general direction of the script was determined by Wu You, taking into account the suggestions of some human novelists, but Saraso also participated in polishing it, which had a significant impact on the plot.
"It's nothing, you're already being lenient by not having your legendary, eternal love story inserted, huh!? Why not!"
Inside the Dalos Palace, after listening to Inmar's well-organized comparative analysis report, His Majesty the Emperor also began to suspect that the abnormality of the Protos Protoss might be related to the priests on his side.
At this moment, the unusual behavior of the High Priest of Bama in the scene quickly attracted attention.
His Majesty's eye twitched. Although the Dalos people rarely adopted that posture, they were not out of touch with the universe, and it was full of feminine grace.
The people performing the ritual clearly saw something in the sky, but through the holographic imagery, no matter how they changed the angle, they couldn't see anything different. Apart from the bright sunshine, the sky was completely clear, and even images from outer orbital star stations were being transmitted. There was nothing unusual about it.
It's unlikely that over 100,000 people would all experience hallucinations; they must have discovered something.
"Minister Inerma, you must go to the temple immediately to take charge of the situation. Minister Risop, you go too."
"Yes, sir!"
"Yes, sir!"
...
Just as Inmar and Risop stepped out of the palace and boarded the small spaceship, the entire capital planet began to darken.
The stars seemed to suddenly fade, still hanging in the sky, but losing their intense light.
The faint lines became clearer at this moment, as if they were growing like vines around the star.
"No! These are not the patterns of stars, they are divine markings! They are marks bestowed upon us by the gods, things of the same origin!"
The High Priest of Bama's somewhat awkward voice came through; he hadn't yet recovered from the feeling of a young girl's budding emotions, and his voice even sounded a bit strained, though it had no effect on his broken hourglass voice.
"Rocciavis" stood outside the alternate dimension, unleashing a powerful force field energy. The image of him in the live stream blurred instantly, flashed a few times, and then disappeared.
The powerful spiritual energy of beings of Gold rank or higher, combined with their innate abilities and the power borrowed from the ancient tree of nature, unleashed immense pressure that distorted spacetime.
In the western sky above Dalos's capital star, the stars are changing in increasingly strange ways. After their light dims, their colors begin to change, in conjunction with the ever-spreading patterns around them.
Suddenly, an unbelievable shiver ran through him, and Bama screamed almost instantly.
"Eyes! They are the eyes of the gods!"
At this moment, the sky above was still filled with patterns and stars, but it was clearly a giant eye watching the capital star of Dalos!
Comparing it to that enormous statue, although there are slight differences, those patterns are clearly the patterns around the eyes of the true god!
The starlight grew dimmer, like a faintly glowing closed eye, but after the High Priest of Bama roared out that sentence, the "eye" seemed to slowly rise from below, and the capital star of Dalos suddenly shone brightly.
It felt as if an invisible hand was gripping their throats; all the Dalos who witnessed this scene were speechless, staring blankly at the sky.
The more than 100,000 people at the Xihui Protestant Temple were alright, as they could still connect it to their own incredible call to success.
The other ordinary Dalos people had never even heard of gods in the Dalos civilization, but they did not instinctively feel fear; instead, they were inexplicably filled with emotion.
Inside the palace, a chief guard of Emperor Dalos suddenly overheard something on the communication and immediately approached the emperor.
"Your Majesty, the holographic image is not working. We should go outside the palace to see what's happening in the sky!"
At this moment, the holographic screen also displayed a message about the outer orbit monitoring station.
"Protos fleet spotted! They've ignored the spatial restrictions and appeared on the outer edge of the star system. They disregarded our warnings; they're coming in!"
In the sky, at the instant that eye "opened," a faint phantom appeared on the symmetrical position on the other side. Although it was not as bright as the one in the position of the star, it was clear that it was the eye of the true god.
"We meet again, Dococoa..."
Over four hundred years old, Barma was instantly moved to tears, tears streaming down his face. He covered his mouth with one hand, remaining slumped in his seat, his eyes fixed on the sky.
...
The Earth Network experienced another eerie silence, then exploded with activity.
"I'm going crazy! I'm going crazy!"
"When the landlord asked why there was a thumping noise coming from my room, I told him I was banging my head against the wall..."
"I suddenly feel a little sorry for 'Rocciavis'..."
"Am I the only one who finds the scene quite touching?"
"Ugh... I vomited blood, upstairs, you..."
...
The believers present almost all heard the voice, and while they were excited, they also wondered, who is Dococosia?
Only the priests and believers on the altar seemed to realize something, looking at High Priest Bama with disbelief.
"Could it be that the High Priest of Bama's real name is Dococosia? Could it be that he has seen the true God before?"
P.S.: For some reason, my internet connection was stuck in a limited state tonight. Even messing with the router didn't help, even though I have enough credit. It wasn't working after midnight. Sigh, another day of missing work... The internet was fine after I took a shower...
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