When Sumu reached the top of the mountain, he found that the distorted statue had shrunk to the size of a normal person. It was carved entirely from white jade and looked sacred and solemn.
That's right, he was in distorted perspective again.
There is no way around it. It is extremely difficult to obtain intelligence from the Twisted Cult from a normal perspective. I am the same as them and I can't even understand what they are saying.
This time, when observing the distorted statue closely, Su Mu discovered something different. The distorted statue was actually incomplete, with one hand missing.
The statue's right hand seemed to have been cut off by some sharp weapon, and the broken end was smooth and flat.
Considering the Twisted Cult's wanted warrant for the first Red King, he guessed that it was most likely done by the first Red King.
The distorted statue was located on the top of the temple. He didn't know what the temple looked like from a normal perspective, but at least it looked like that now.
The palace is solemn and sacred as a whole, with walls made of neatly laid bricks made from fired red clay, filled with the breath of time. However, some places were obviously newly built later, as if they had been destroyed before.
The roof of the palace is covered with golden glazed tiles, carved with complex and mysterious symbols.
Su Mu walked into the palace and saw a spacious vestibule. There was a star map painted on the high ceiling, and each star was inlaid with diamonds. The murals on the wall were delicate and exquisite, describing the story of the twisted god's benevolence to the world.
From a distorted perspective, the Twisted Cult is definitely the most normal church, with various doctrines that teach people to be kind, loving and fraternal carved on the walls and stone pillars.
It was as if as soon as I entered the temple, I felt like I was baptized.
However, once you switch back to normal perspective, the scene will probably be distorted to an unimaginable level.
He kept shuttling back and forth in the temple, and finally met the master of the temple, the bishop of the Twisted Cult.
The bishop is an old man in his sixties. He is not tall, but he has an unshakable presence standing among the believers.
His hair was already gray and was combed meticulously. He wore a noble crown made of gold, a crimson robe, and held a crystal scepter in his hand.
"Your Excellency the Bishop, the heretics have gone into hiding. I have arranged a large number of people to search for them. I believe we will find them soon."
The bishop nodded calmly, his eyes kind and majestic: "You have done a good job. We must find and eradicate these heretics as soon as possible. We must not let the last incident with the blasphemer happen again!"
"Yes, Your Excellency!"
"I have prayed to God and distorted the space of this world. Now they can no longer open the door to the void. Once you have locked the location, do not act rashly. Someone among the heretics possesses the power of God and used it to cut off the gaze of the statue. I will take action myself then."
After a few brief instructions, all the believers withdrew respectfully. The bishop returned to his room alone and began to study the doctrine devoutly and pray to the God of Distortion.
Su Mu waited for an hour, and the bishop finally fell asleep on the bed.
He took the opportunity to invade the bishop's dream, hoping to find information about the blasphemer, the first Red King.
But when he entered the bishop's dream, he couldn't help but frown.
The dream world is like a huge overturned palette, with all kinds of colorful colors mixed in it, forming countless large and small whirlpools, rotating slowly or quickly.
These whirlpools are also filled with countless densely packed translucent human figures, overlapping each other and performing all kinds of chaotic and disorderly actions.
Su Mu tried to control the dream and make it what he wanted, but it was completely useless except making the dream more chaotic.
"It seems that the Bishop is even more distorted. Even his soul is distorted. Unless I fall into a more deeply distorted perspective, I will not be able to understand his dream at all."
Although the method of entering dreams is not always effective, I have never encountered a situation like this.
Normally, there are only two options: either being discovered or being successful, but today there is a third option.
It worked, but I couldn't understand it.
It feels like the correct answer is right in front of you, but you can't even copy it clearly.
After thinking for a moment, Su Mu had no choice but to give up. If he wanted to understand the bishop's dream, he needed to go deep into the distortion into his soul. But once he went deep into the soul, he would never be able to come back.
The body can be formatted, but the soul cannot.
The only solution now is to find a way to get information from the bishop. Asking directly will not work as he has already been labeled a heretic. The best way is to beat the bishop to a near-death state and then interrogate him through hypnosis with a distorted perspective.
However, judging from the stability of the dream and the bishop's threat to take action personally, the bishop's strength may have reached the gold level, and he needs to proceed slowly.
After Su Mu conducted some further exploration of the temple, he returned to his hiding place.
"How is it? Did you find anything?" Su Qing asked impatiently. No one wanted to get the information about the first Red King more than her.
"The fighting power of the top leaders of the Temple is not weak. The bishop should be at the gold level. There are also ten silver-level Knights Templar, plus a hundred thousand twisted followers. But the good news is that we have killed one of the Knights Templar." The information that Su Mu said made everyone's heart sink to the bottom.
The difference in strength is too great. Even if these high-end combat forces are removed, they will find it difficult to deal with just 100,000 believers. These believers are not afraid of life or death at all. There is no possibility that the other side will retreat after killing thousands of people.
Facing 100,000 fearless believers, the human wave tactics alone could wear them down and tire them to death, not to mention a golden bishop and nine silver templars.
"Then do as I said before and implement the decapitation plan. We will use the Void Gate to sneak into the temple and get rid of the bishop first! Gold also has strong and weak points. If we take the initiative to launch a sneak attack, we may succeed." Su Qing was still as motivated as ever.
"It's useless. The space here has been distorted. The Void Gate cannot be opened for the time being." Su Mu said calmly: "Besides, I said before that the real trouble is not the bishop, but the distorted statue. The closer you are to the statue, the deeper the distortion will be. If you really sneak into the temple and get in close contact with the statue, it is unknown how much combat power you can exert."
Su Qing frowned and started biting her nails in annoyance.
"It seems that we can only find a way to lure them out and defeat them one by one." Wen Xuan suddenly said: "If we can eliminate the remaining nine Templar Knights first, then our chances of winning will increase a lot."
Su Mu smiled and nodded, agreeing with his opinion. Although Wenxuan had a low presence and was taciturn, there was a reason why he had survived so many nightmare worlds.
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