The trade fair lasted for five days, and people from different sects arrived one after another. North City prospered considerably, and the pockets of the believers in fate were bulging.
Meanwhile, the Church of Destiny, which owns nearly a third of North City's assets, has also escaped its financial deficit and purchased a number of items at the trade fair, such as the newly developed Blue Crystal Cannon by the Church of Creation and the regularly sold Space Stones, to enhance the Church's strength.
Phil Gray gave one of the Intersecting Gates to the lord of North City, and sent the other to the newly occupied parish of the Disease Cult, the two places most likely to be visited by the potential threat—the Pope of the Disease Cult.
If he targets these two locations, he can still delay the attack by using the intersecting gates.
But just after he sent out the Gate of Intersection, he heard news from the Cult of Dawn that the Pope who worshipped disease seemed to have established a new sect in the territory of the Blood Calamity!
He made no comment about the theft of his hometown, but instead focused on building a new sect.
Most of the members of this new sect are former plague-controllers who fled the Bloody Calamity and exiled disease worshippers. It is unknown whether the Bloody Calamity was involved.
But this is quite outrageous. After all, the current sects on the continent of Ver are all monotheistic, worshipping only one god. There are no polytheistic sects. Although the God of Plague and the God of Disease hold similar powers, they are still two gods. How could they join forces to form a sect?
Could this be an instruction from those three gods?
Phil Gray fell into deep thought, but couldn't come up with a solution.
The next day, news arrived from Dawn again. According to the undercover agent Dawn sent to the Crimson Calamity, this new sect was called the Red-Eyed Cult. They did not worship the god of disease, Enni, nor the god of plague, Bita, but a god that the people of the continent of Vil had never heard of. The god's pronunciation was unusually strange, and the undercover agent could not repeat it, but the approximate pronunciation was "Eris Ned".
“Eris Ned, the Red-Eye Order…” Phil Gray held Elder Glenn’s letter, muttering these words. For some reason, his head felt dizzy, and his eyelids were about to collapse. Suddenly, images of the altar in the primeval forest of his past life and the countless red eyes he saw in the mist before his death flashed through his mind.
His head began to throb with pain, and he could hear someone repeatedly saying "Eris Ned" in his ears. He felt the fear of dying in his past life, as well as a feeling of being bound and squeezed by something inexplicable, as if he was about to suffocate.
"Get out of my way!"
Phil Gray suddenly opened his eyes. He mobilized all his divine power to attack the unknown thing binding him, and finally his whole body loosened, freeing him from the pain.
He gasped for breath, and at that moment he understood perfectly well that "Eris Ned," the god worshipped by the new sect, the Red-Eyed Order, was the same Abyss God who had killed him in his previous life!
Because he knew a part of the deity's true form, he would be looked at by the deity when he recited the deity's name. Fortunately, his cultivation level was now high enough to resist, otherwise he would have been finished.
It seems that sealing his memories was indeed a wise choice by the God of Fate.
He rubbed his temples, feeling the pressure of time mounting again. This confirmed the purpose of the three gods' descent: to bring the faith of the gods of the Abyss to the continent of Ver. For this, they were willing to have their followers convert to other gods.
They themselves had even come to believe in the gods of the Abyss!
That's insane!
"There's an unpleasant smell here."
Just as Phil Gray was lost in thought, a voice from the night suddenly came, and then the cat jumped onto his shoulder and said with a serious expression.
Phil Gray felt as if a boulder had hit his right shoulder, causing it to cave in. He nearly lost his balance and threw the cat off, but thankfully he managed to regain his footing.
What's wrong with you?
"I'm not happy about it," said Hei Ye.
It seemed that it wasn't him who was affected. Phil Gray lifted the Night off his shoulders and discovered that it wasn't his body that had become weaker due to the influence of the Gods of the Abyss, but rather that the Child of Night had become much fatter!
It had gained a lot of weight, doubling its original size, and its black fur was shiny and glossy, indicating that it was living a very comfortable life.
Phil Gray finally found out what Night had taken with Eli and Patrick these past few days, and also where Patrick had used the money he had requested to advance some of the bishop's salary. Night was probably the biggest beneficiary of this trade fair.
You've gained so much weight in just a few days!
“You should control your weight. I’ve never seen such a fat kitten before. It’s like a gas cylinder.” Phil Gray reached out and stroked its smooth fur.
"What did you say? How could you say that!"
The fur on the black night stood on end, looking extremely angry.
Although I don't know what he meant by "gas cylinder," it certainly doesn't sound like a nice word!
To Phil Gray's surprise, the voice that came from the night was very clear and childlike, exactly like that of a seven or eight-year-old boy.
The darkness instantly realized something and glared at him fiercely: "Who gave you the guts to call me fat!"
His voice returned to its original deep, middle-aged tone.
Phil Gray had no doubt that he was hallucinating. He understood perfectly well that the legend was not fabricated. The fact that the deity was called the Child of Night meant that he was probably a little boy, and his voice was the same.
But in order to appear mature, he deliberately disguised his voice as that of an older man.
It seems that even though he is a god, he has the personality of a proud and arrogant child.
"Darkness, your voice was so beautiful just now. Can you use that voice from now on?"
Phil Gray said with a smile.
"Hmph, I'm a god, not a child. Don't try to coax me like that." Hei Ye turned his head away, resolutely refusing to listen.
"If you use that voice again, I'll make you some toys that can help you lose weight. You can play with them while you eat, and you don't have to worry about gaining weight at all. How about that?"
After learning about the true nature of this deity, Phil Gray suddenly found the night much more endearing. It wasn't a gluttonous middle-aged man, but rather a little boy curious about all kinds of delicious food, and even when discovered, it refused to admit it in order to maintain its divine dignity.
"Hmph, fine, if you dare to lie to me, I'll..."
He couldn't think of a way to threaten this guy right away, since he was the one who wanted to stay by his side and get all sorts of good food.
"No, let me tell you something first, and then I'll have someone make it for you."
Phil Gray's expression turned serious. "Do you know the god Eris Ned? I guess he's a giant spider that looks like flesh and blood, with countless spider legs covered in red eyes. His powers are to bewitch and bind people with his silk."
With a meow, Blackie ran into his arms, "What did you say? How did you know?"
Phil Gray told it about the Red-Eyed Cult and the fact that the god had just been watching him.
"Well, it seems those three guys are trying to summon that big guy in this way. Honestly, why don't the old man and that pretentious guy come down and deal with it? Why are they just letting them continue like this?"
The darkness's eyes flickered, as if it knew something about this god, but for some reason, it didn't say anything more.
"I heard from the God of Fate that the Day Prophet is resisting their invasion and should be too busy to help. So who is the other one you mentioned?"
He wouldn't dare to mock other gods like the night itself.
"You mean the show-off? He's Watton, isn't he? That guy's probably putting on an act in front of some goddess again."
Oh, so this is the "friend of the goddess" that Xiaotian mentioned. It seems that this god of time and space is not very reliable. No wonder he didn't save his friend, the god of fate.
"Which other deity do you think is most likely to intervene?"
"Didn't I tell you last time? Even if the other gods wanted to, they couldn't. Can you expect a stupid woman who only knows how to farm, cook, and eat; a depressed young man who lies in the river every day, on the verge of death; a tree whose life depends on stillness; and a moody person who specializes in death and enjoys himself? As for the God of War, we don't even know which side that guy is on. He's very likely already sided with the enemy. The other gods are even weaker. Are they going to go and deliver food to those three guys?"
"Cough cough."
It was quite simple to match those gods with the descriptions given by the Night God, but it did sound rather unreliable. How come the enemy was so powerful, but by the time it came to the side of the god Will, all that was left were some unreliable guys?
Phil Gray said helplessly, "You forgot, the autistic youth can't lie in the river anymore, the river has dried up, and he himself is still hanging in the air."
"Yeah, hahaha, I can't help but laugh whenever you mention this."
"well."
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