Anastasia's home is located in the suburbs of the West District, in a rather old and dark castle.
Secluded, desolate, with few people around, and the style of a horror movie.
It is very close to the West End Cemetery.
The castle was deserted and the interior decoration was simple. Except for the room that Anastasia often used, the other houses had not been decorated or renovated and looked quite dilapidated.
As a saint of a transcendent status, this castle is obviously not worthy of her status, but that is her character. She leads a simple lifestyle and has no material pursuits. She even knows very little about the cosmetics that women rely on to survive.
This is a person who has transcended vulgarity and lives a life like an ascetic. Her pursuits and realm are incomprehensible to ordinary people.
Wayne couldn't understand it, but it didn't affect his high respect for such people. It was precisely because he couldn't do it that he admired such people so much.
"No wonder I can't stand the slightest bit of grievance. It turns out that all the grievances and sufferings have been eaten by you."
A man and a woman were alone in the wilderness, it was pitch black all around, and there were thunder and lightning outside. Anastasia's heartbeat quickened a little. Wayne saw that the rhythm was not right and quickly made a few jokes to divert attention.
The effect is quite good. The patient has strong self-control and can calm down on his own after some time.
Wayne's thoughts spread out, covering the entire dark castle. The superstructure had nothing special about it, but the basement was large and spacious, and was decorated very grandly.
The complex magic array formed an extremely tight defensive system. In the center of the hall, which was dozens of meters wide, there was an altar.
The lights are always on and sacrifices are performed continuously.
The sacrificial statues were shaped by Anastasia's mind. There were two of them, one big and one small. The small one was a pale nester in yellow clothes, and the big one was a pale knight with a blurred face.
The Pale Lair is the belief that Wayne identified for Anastasia, because she herself knows what her true belief is and who she truly believes in, so there is the Pale Knight in the C position.
"Your condition won't get better."
Wayne spoke slowly, looking at Anastasia who was keeping her head down and silent. He felt distressed for a moment and was struggling over whether to allow her to face reality.
After thinking about it, it's better to forget it. Facing reality will come at a price, and Senna is the best example.
"Mr. Wayne, contacting the Dark Goddess requires a lot of preparation. Please wait a moment. It will probably take two hours." Anastasia apologized.
Wayne nodded in understanding, in his opinion, the so-called contact goddess was actually no different from the angels from the Church of Heavenly Father. In the words of his hometown, this was called inviting a spirit to possess one.
Because the goddess is of a higher standard, is the ultimate belief of the church, and is at the same level as the Heavenly Father, the preparations before inviting the goddess are more tedious and complicated, and require more attention.
Pray devoutly, bathe, burn incense, clean your clothes and dress neatly...
Wash away the filth of the body and the distractions of the mind, and welcome the coming of the goddess with the purest attitude.
All this preparation only takes two hours, which is already very short. There is no three-day fasting or grand sacrificial activities. Wayne said he can wait.
"One more thing..."
Anastasia bit her lip and was too embarrassed to speak. Wayne checked her inner voice and said sympathetically, "I will deal with the two statues. This is not blasphemy. You don't have to blame yourself."
Seeing that Anastasia didn't say anything, Wayne had no choice but to say, "I will leave the statue and will not take away your faith. You can rest assured about that."
Anastasia felt as if she had been pardoned. She went upstairs to take a bath, cleansing her body and soul, and preparing to meet the dark goddess.
Wayne shook his head repeatedly. Evolution was really terrible. He promised to give Anastasia an independent self, and the latter also pursued an independent self, but as time went by, she still embarked on this path of no return.
This is Anastasia's deepest desire.
In a trance, Wayne seemed to see a green dark goddess.
I'm just a passerby. To be honest, if she were the Dark Goddess and the magical girl she trained was bullied by the tentacle monster, she would definitely find ways to make the tentacle monster pay the price.
The contradiction is unsolvable!
Especially since this magical girl holds the position of a saint and is the official certified carrier of the Dark Goddess's descent to the world, she is the purest existence in the eyes of outsiders. What the tentacle monster did is equivalent to putting its tentacles into the skirt of the Dark Goddess.
“Too bad…”
Wayne shook his head repeatedly, went to the basement altar alone, opened his portable space, and put the two statues in it.
At this time, the Pale Nest was on standby outside the basement. It was Wayne's thought amplifier and itself a highly evolved life form. After being highly integrated with Wayne, it could cover the entire London with the sound of evolution.
The result of indiscriminate distribution of candy is predictable - chaos and chaos.
Two hours later, a man in black robes arrived at the altar in the basement.
Beneath the black robe, the dark elf's pure body is noble and elegant.
Usually, because of the unknown and mystery of darkness, it is easy to associate it with horror and evil, so it is given depressing colors such as cruelty, bloodiness, gloom and pain.
Any color that is opposed to light and justice can be described as darkness. It is a color that tolerates negativity. As long as it is bad, no matter where it is bad, it can be described as darkness.
The same goes for Anastasia's dark elf form, which combines violence, terror, evil, and lust. However, because she looks so amazing and has an otherworldly and pure temperament, her dark elf form is pure and sacred, and she has the tolerance to accommodate everything.
Facts have once again proved that one's worldview will be influenced by one's appearance. Anastasia is beautiful, and the darkness she represents is not evil and fear, but awe and tolerance.
In order to avoid making Anastasia upset by his presence, Wayne took the initiative to leave the basement and merge into the Pale Nest to suppress his presence to zero.
In front of the altar, Anastasia knelt respectfully, clasped her hands together, bowed her head and prayed, muttering something, probably a hymn from the Dark Bible.
After three failures, Anastasia's body paused and she sensed the presence of the Dark Goddess.
"Anastasia..."
The voice of the Dark Goddess sounded in Anastasia's ears, calm and elegant, yet with an indescribable sense of oppression.
"Goddess, my mind is corrupting. I can no longer serve as the Saint of the Dark Church. I hereby apologize to you." Anastasia spoke according to the script.
There was nothing to hide. As a saint, the Dark Goddess only needed to descend once to detect the changes in her body and mind.
In fact, Wayne didn't know whether the Dark Goddess had ever come. He just suspected that the Dark Goddess had paid attention to him because the possibility was very high.
If the Dark Goddess didn't know, his actions would be tantamount to exposing his own family.
"Anastasia, you have given so much to the church. I allow you to lose your loyalty, and the dark kingdom of God will always be open to you."
The Dark Goddess murmured, and after a moment, she seemed to realize something, and part of her thoughts flowed into Anastasia's body.
After seeing this, the goddess was speechless.
You've been tricked!
The Dark Goddess will definitely seek revenge for being tricked by the wisdom of mortals, but she acknowledges Wayne's life form. Higher life forms possess higher wisdom, so it cannot be called calculation. This is a game of back and forth.
There were too many games between the plastic sisters, and the Dark Goddess was used to it. After a brief silence, she controlled Anastasia's body and looked outside the house.
"Come in, my knight. You guessed it right. I have been keeping an eye on you for a long time."
Anastasia's body and voice seemed no different from usual at first glance, except for her temperament, especially the coldness in her brows, which was filled with a condescending arrogance.
Wayne shook his head slightly when he heard this. Just as he guessed, Anastasia had contacted the Dark Goddess before. Because Anastasia was no longer trustworthy, the Goddess erased this memory.
The old problem was solved, and a new problem came. Among the memories erased by the Dark Goddess, was there anything that was disadvantageous to him?
After learning that the five gods had made a joint choice, no, their powers had been stolen at the same time, the Dark Goddess did not choose to collect the debt. What was her purpose?
Wayne stepped into the underground altar, ready to ask in person to get the answer.
Pale Nest, wearing yellow clothes, crawled to Anastasia with his tentacles. He kept a safe distance and bowed slightly: "Great Dark Goddess, your devout believer Wayne is deeply terrified and honored to see you."
"A devout believer..."
The Dark Goddess smiled slightly: "Are you sure? If you are sure that you are a believer of darkness, I will take it seriously."
"I am quite sure of it!"
Wayne straightened his tentacle body, and a pale voice came from the yellow robe: "I am not only your believer, but also a devout believer of the five goddesses of nature, sun, moonlight, and death. I believe in every goddess."
You are so pious!
The Dark Goddess did not mock anything. This was the path of evolution. For magicians who were devoted to faith, evolution must have an end. This end had been labeled by the gods. It was safe but restrictive, stable but uneasy. The final right of interpretation was in the hands of the gods.
A wizard who has reached the level of a legendary wizard will understand this to some extent.
At this time, the legendary wizard must make a choice, what is the true belief, himself or God?
Because of their lifelong learning, legendary wizards' minds are integrated with too much faith knowledge. They will choose to serve the gods for their entire lives, and will quickly dispel distracting thoughts and determine their future path.
Hexagram, cross star, golden triangle.
The process of splitting and merging again and again is the gods' layout to consolidate their base. They have already monopolized everything.
However, those legendary wizards who think highly of themselves and desire to control their own destiny, such as the fallen Lord of the Void Marshall and the free wizard Orb, are unwilling to offer everything to the gods, do not want to work all their lives, and seek other ways out for their future.
Marshall chose the void, wanting to carve out his own path.
One slide tackle and the man is gone.
The road to the void is too dangerous and difficult to walk on. Under Marshall's desperate recommendation, Orb chose the relatively safer hell. There are no gods in hell. As long as he can avoid the high-pressure rule of the seven demon kings, the future is promising.
Because of better options, Orb finally gave up hell. He found the obelisk of the god of storm and thunder, and prepared to walk the path of storm and thunder again, so that this belief could reappear in the world and gain a seat at the table.
One slide tackle and the man is gone.
On the physical level, Marshall and Orb failed, but on the spiritual level, their spirit of resistance to hegemony and monopoly is worthy of encouragement. They are fighters who march forward bravely for freedom.
Unfortunately, he had a bad fate. He died halfway through his business and met a cheater.
Especially Orb, he could have succeeded.
Marshall doesn't count, he should have completely merged into the void, but for some reason, he found himself and returned to the Chosen Continent to distribute eggs.
Distributing eggs is not the goal but a means. What he wants is to reap the benefits.
The number of believers depends on the number of eggs. The more eggs there are, the more believers there are. Marshall's approach is in line with market laws.
We have strayed off topic, let’s get back to the topic.
In the eyes of the Dark Goddess, Wayne's life level destined him to be unable to believe in any god. The Dark Goddess was not surprised by this. She faced Wayne directly and noticed his fear. She confirmed that Wayne's power was not as strong as she had imagined.
An evolving void life form!
Because it imitates the ancient gods, it is extremely precious!
The Dark Goddess had not spoken for a long time. This meeting was not part of her plan. She didn't speak, but Wayne had something to say. He took out the prepared lines and tried to test her.
"Great Dark Goddess, I have no intention of stealing your faith. Anastasia's transformation was just an accident. Because of Togugye, her body mutated uncontrollably. I couldn't bear it..."
"With your kindness, I'm sure you can understand."
Wayne said a lot, and the whole story revolved around Anastasia's difficult life and his own charity, highlighting his kind character.
The Dark Goddess doesn't care about this. She has seen all kinds of scenes, and there are countless cases of self-promotion like Wayne.
After talking for a while, Wayne began to feel out the truth: "Goddess, I believe Anastasia has already told you that I obtained the power of the five chosen knights and integrated these powers into one."
"Yes, Anastasia's memory tells it all."
The Dark Goddess said slowly: "Not only do I know everything, I also know that the other three knights know very little. Only I know the lie chosen by the Five Gods."
The Dark Goddess did not hide anything and gave Wayne a key piece of information. This information could give him a time difference and give him time to catch his breath and develop.
When it comes to time management, Wayne is the best at it. If he manages it well, he can lick the three goddesses of nature, sun and moonlight very comfortably.
At the same time, the Dark Goddess also expressed another meaning, that she knew everything, and the routine of licking the three goddesses would not work on her.
"Goddess, every magician has to make a choice for his own future, and it seems that I can only choose you." Wayne spoke respectfully, trying to offer cheap loyalty.
"Why, you want to become the Holy Son of the Dark Church?"
“…”
Wayne felt that the Dark Goddess asked questions even though she knew the answer. This woman pretended to be ignorant even though she knew the answer. She always revealed half of the truth and concealed half of the truth when she spoke. She was a master of rhetoric.
Little did he know that the Dark Goddess really wanted to turn him into the Son of God.
The Dark Goddess coveted Wayne's body. She was very eager to follow the evolutionary path that followed the ancient gods. The last time she descended into Anastasia's body, part of her mind was contaminated. She could have cleaned it up, but she didn't. She chose to isolate it and let it grow wildly.
For the goddess, it doesn't matter if some thoughts are gone. If she can get inspiration from them, this wave of investment will be a huge profit.
Anastasia is just Wayne's follower, a secondary evolution, not the origin. The Dark Goddess looks down on her. She wants Wayne's parameters more.
It would be great if we could get information about Wayne through Anastasia.
If not possible, choose Wayne to become the Son of Darkness. She will personally descend into his mind to obtain information, and then cultivate this contaminated mind separately. Although there are risks, the losses are acceptable.
When you reach the level of a goddess, every step you take is extremely difficult. Compared to the greater future, this risk is nothing.
She really planned to choose Wayne as the Holy Son!
Wayne didn't know this, and even if he knew, he would still refuse. He continued to find out and test the Dark Goddess's thoughts: "Goddess, what do you think life is? Is it possible to form the original Life Alliance?"
"A goddess has already achieved it."
The Dark Goddess said slowly: "The Goddess of Nature you believe in has already obtained everything. If she knows of your existence, the consequences... you can think about it yourself."
Wayne's heart skipped a beat. Fortunately, he hid well. The other side only knew that the three gods had made the choice. He smiled and said, "Thank you for your protection. The goddess of nature doesn't know the truth."
"I can tell her the truth. What she can give me is more valuable than what you can give me. After all, she has come so far."
"Then what is she now, the goddess of life?" Wayne's eyes lit up.
“…”
The Dark Goddess did not answer, and continued to speak half-heartedly and hide the other half. It was even hard to say how much truth there was in what she had just said.
Wayne secretly felt a headache, these girls were obviously super powerful but overly cautious. Was it only the Dark Goddess that was like this, or were all goddesses so difficult to deal with?
"I have a good relationship with the Goddess of Nature you believe in, but not that close. I will hide the truth for you for a while. In return, I will check on you regularly to see if the life that combines five beliefs is as powerful as the Goddess of Nature." The Dark Goddess only mentioned the life chosen by the five gods and did not explain the core demands.
Still only said half of it.
Wayne frowned slightly: "Goddess, what kind of inspection method is it?"
The Dark Goddess raised her hand, black light condensed, and a dark statue unique to her took shape, floating quietly in the air.
The statue is covered in a black robe, its true appearance cannot be seen, and its shape is also very vague. It looks like a crudely crafted figurine, cheap and of no collection value.
"Put your power into it, that's all."
So simple?
Wayne was skeptical, not because he was suffering from paranoia, but because the world was full of mixed people. The more people he came into contact with, the more he liked Abin. If the character of a legendary wizard was like this, how much better could the character of a god, no, the divinity of a god, be?
There must be other calculations!
Where exactly is it?
"You don't have to think too much. The road of evolution becomes narrower as you move up. The first mover suppresses the last. We were once suppressed by the Heavenly Father, but now we are naturally ahead again. It is only natural for me to help you."
The Dark Goddess said: "You have gained time to ease the conflict, and I have obtained the information I want. Our interests are shared."
"That makes sense!" Wayne nodded.
"Anastasia will always serve as the Saint of the Dark Church. Even if her faith does not belong to me, I believe in her noble character. I will treat her well and not let her faith down."
The Dark Goddess raised her lips and said with the face of Anastasia: "She is your servant. I cannot restrain her. I am willing to come through her because I am waiting for an opportunity to meet you. I just didn't expect that we would meet so soon."
"Is this really okay? The Saint of the Dark Church doesn't believe in darkness?"
"Is it important?"
“…”
That’s right, you are the goddess, you have the final right of interpretation, it’s up to you whether you believe it or not.
Wayne nodded, accepting the answer for the time being.
"I will continue to come through Anastasia in the future. If you are worried, you can let her keep the statue and she will be responsible for the communication as the middleman."
The Dark Goddess continued, "Don't be on guard. You are still too immature right now. I just want to observe you. I don't want to interfere with your evolution, so I didn't use force. That's all."
Wayne nodded repeatedly, praising the tolerance of darkness.
Having said that, he always felt that the Dark Goddess had other ideas. Today's meeting went unexpectedly smoothly. He did not delve into it and chose to part ways amicably.
After the Dark Goddess left, Anastasia knelt on the ground in a cold sweat, her robe stuck to her body due to sweat. Trigonometric functions, Pythagorean theorem, parabola, hyperbola, her robe was covered with mathematical formulas.
Wayne politely extended his tentacles and avoided her embarrassment out of respect. Although the Dark Saint was good, at this moment, he was full of the Dark Goddess.
His intuition told him that the Dark Goddess wanted more than just the evolution of the Life Alliance, and the real answer was in Anastasia's erased memory.
"What is it?"
"You can't be greedy for my body, that's too ridiculous..."
Wayne was thinking about it when he realized that the feeling was not right. He looked over speechlessly and saw that the tentacles with self-awareness had already wrapped around Anastasia, who had her eyes closed, mentally prepared to sacrifice herself for her faith.
You blame loyalty!
Wayne retracted his tentacles speechlessly. It was no wonder that he was such a nobody. Friends who have tentacles on their bodies know that these little creatures that have nowhere to go always have their own ideas and they especially like to get close to magic.
Especially magical girls.
Although Anastasia is a little old, she has not undergone any major repairs since she left the factory. She is indeed a magical girl.
"Your Excellency, did you hear everything I had to say to the goddess?"
"Um."
Anastasia nodded, and was reluctant to let the tentacles leave. She noticed Wayne's silent gaze, and felt guilty and ashamed, and cried out in her heart.
Wayne found it irritating and rushed the patient into the operating room for emergency treatment. Five minutes later, the patient finally regained his composure.
Not ideal, but you'll have to play sooner or later! x2
"The statue is in your care. I will come here every half a month. Unless it's something important, you don't need to contact me during this period." Wayne ordered.
Anastasia nodded weakly. She was thankful but couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. She couldn't help but ask, "What if Lord Delain lets me play cards over there?"
You can reject her.
Wayne opened his mouth, but when the words came to his lips, he changed his words: "It's up to you. You have your own ideas."
After saying that, he left the basement under Anastasia's eager gaze.
Three seconds later, Wayne returned the same way and put the two statues back in place. He could no longer bear it and said, "This residence is too dilapidated. I will arrange a new home for you in the city. You are a saint of a religion and you deserve a quality of life that matches your status. Be nice to yourself and don't always think about punishing yourself. You have never done anything wrong."
After saying that, he strode away.
Anastasia held her heart with both hands and respectfully bid farewell to Faith, then stood up to bathe and change clothes, washing away the remnants of darkness, and worshiping the statue of the Pale Knight with a pure heart and body.
The statue of the Dark Goddess was placed alone, saved from the tragic fate of being swept into the utility room by the order of its master.
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