After the Human-Faced Arachnid reappeared, it didn't make any movements. It just used its demonic six pupils to stare coldly at this fellow who was on the same level as it.
The "smoke man" felt like he was having a nightmare. In the dream, it was the end of the world. When he woke up from the dream, everything returned to normal.
He circled around the Human-Faced Arachnid many times. He could see that the Human-Faced Arachnid had undergone some changes before and after being burned by the raging flames. The most straightforward change was that the limb that He Yueyin had chopped off had now grown back.
The Human-Faced Arachnid had the ability to rise from the ashes?
Even if the smoke man's brain spun three hundred times, he still wouldn't be able to think of something as bizarre and absurd as "a Human-Faced Arachnid is hiding inside the belly of a Human-Faced Arachnid".
He only knew that nothing could happen to the Human-Faced Arachnid in the hands of the Order. This was the key to the continued existence of the Bloodflame Order in the foreseeable future.
The smoke man adjusted his emotions. He also adjusted the way his consciousness operated his energy and information, causing it to connect with the Human-Faced Arachnid. The Human-Faced Arachnid didn't resist and so on.
Soon, his consciousness cut into the deeper regions of the Human-Faced Arachnid. He saw the terrifying scene of a furnace of flames.
The smoke man heaved a sigh of relief.
In the teachings of the Bloodflame Order he belonged to, the great Bloodflame Will was hidden deep within every person's anger, hatred, despair, and other intense emotions. It did not have a concrete form, nor did it have a clear self-consciousness. However, it possessed a powerful, terrifying, and absolute power, as well as a restless and unrestrained principle of operation.
Therefore, after the Order obtained this Human-Faced Arachnid, they projected the Order's most classic meditation environment here. They used it as a foundation to construct the basic structure of the future sacrificial vessel.
Nothing seemed to have changed, but further verification was needed.
The smoke man's consciousness continued to penetrate deeper, and soon, a special "voice" was transmitted all the way from the depths of the sea of fire and magma.
"Blood, blood, blood!"
"Fire, fire, fire!"
The monotonous and crazed shouts converged into a roar that made people anxious. But to the "smoke man", it was instead very cordial and even more at ease.
This was the prayer of the low-level believers of the order. Naturally, the sound of a true prayer was much more complex. However, it was impossible to completely restore the structure of the Human-Faced Arachnid. It could only be roughly categorized.
The "Blood" type was often related to hatred and resentment, while the "Fire" type was more likely to seek excitement.
From these cries of prayer
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He knew that the Bloodsoul Temple structure that the Order had implanted still existed. The foundation hadn't been lost and everything was fine.
Through the "Bloodsoul Temple", he contacted the Church. Soon, a deep and firm will gave him a response.
"I'm here."
Facing the Officiator, the smoke man was completely relaxed. "Your Excellency, something happened in that matter before …"
In fact, the Officiator was fully aware of the hunt this time. When the smoke man accompanied the Human-Faced Arachnid to hunt for food, he discovered that the target that had caused the Human-Faced Arachnid to become restless was Jack. At the time, the smoke man couldn't make a good judgment. He discussed with the First Oblatum and obtained permission before chasing after Jack to hunt. However, it was difficult for the Officiator to predict what would happen next.
After listening to the brief report, the officiant was not too surprised. He only said, "Mo Lun, is our 'mold' damaged?"
The so-called mold referred to the Human-Faced Arachnid.
The smoke man was Mo Lun. Fragments of the Human-Faced Arachnid's rebirth from the ashes flashed through his mind. However, this matter was too complicated to explain. He just picked out the key points and gave a simple response:
"No, it hasn't. It seems to have improved a bit."
"It is indeed so. I can feel a sort of spiritual pressure here that I have never felt before. The order of the environment and the sense of hierarchy are also increasing. Even though order has never been the hobby of the mighty Bloodflame Will, the path leading to it must always be divided into a distance and a height. "
"It is as you said." Mo Lun's mood calmed down.
"The 40-year Founding Ceremony of the Order is at hand. For the sake of restoring the Order's glory, our actions are bound to be fraught with danger and risk. This is encouraged by the Bloodflame Will. It is fine as long as the ultimate goal is achieved."
The Officiator calmly arranged, "There is already a Soul Envoy at your grazing location. I will send another one and a means of transportation. Your current mission is to escape the eye of the storm as soon as possible and bring our mold back safely. "
"As you wish, Your Excellency." Mo Lun cut off the communication. His consciousness wandered into the depths of the Inferno Prison. He was inexplicably lost in thought.
It had already been forty years.
Forty years ago, when the Third World War was at its peak, the first Officiator of the Bloodflame Order felt the mighty Bloodflame Will amidst the despair of war. His ability was awakened, and he established the Bloodflame Order on the battlefield.
It was one of the earliest modern secret orders in the world that could be verified. Mo Lun was one of the founding elders of the Order. At the time, he was only twenty years old.
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He was a new recruit who had just stepped onto the battlefield.
He obtained endless pleasure from the power of slaughter bestowed upon him by the Bloodflame. The rapid development of the Order allowed him to obtain achievements that he had never dreamed of in his youth.
As an old secret order, the "Bloodflame" had once had astonishing glory. Their followers covered nearly two-thirds of the world's major cities. They were one of the few world-class orders back then.
However, good times did not last long. The overly intense and extreme teachings lost their vitality after losing the support of war and the environment of crisis. The Order rapidly declined after the war, and the successive large changes in teachings, internal divisions, external affiliations, and other unforeseen events cut this powerful power into pieces. The branch that Mo Lun belonged to could only withdraw into the region of Xia City. He relied on the impressive combat strength of the upper echelons to barely maintain the face of a secret order.
And in the many years of change, the most important tool to realize the communication between the Bloodflame Will and the lower echelons of believers, the Order's sacrificial vessel, was unfortunately destroyed. This gave the Order a heavy blow.
The powerful sacrificial vessel was the pride of the Bloodflame Order. It was the important inherited artifact that distinguished them from the Wild Fox Order and the Wild Chicken Order. It was precisely because of the sacrificial vessel that the lower echelons of the Order possessed a regular channel of direct communication with the mighty Bloodflame Will. They possessed the true feedback of divine ability manifestation and interference with reality. It was the best way to unite the hearts of the people and nurture the younger generation.
Losing the sacrificial vessel was undoubtedly a fatal blow to an Order that had established itself upon extraordinary strength. It was also a bitter humiliation.
Nowadays, their Order was the same as those Wild Chicken Orders. Every sacrificial activity, no matter how big or small, required the Officiant to undertake and guide it. They used an artificial method to communicate with the Bloodflame Will. The consumption was enormous. There were many restrictions, and it was hard for people to be convinced. It became the greatest bottleneck that restricted the Order's recovery and development.
Mo Lun had already had enough of these cursed days. He had experienced the most glorious period of the Order. Because of this, he was particularly unable to endure the current state of decline.
Now, the Order had paid an enormous price from top to bottom in order to obtain a new method to obtain the sacrificial vessel. The Human-Faced Arachnid was the crux of the crux. It absolutely could not be lost!
"Mighty Bloodflame Will, I beseech you for your blessing."
His consciousness completed a simple prayer within the furnace of hell. He was able to feel a response from a certain hazy will that came from the depths of the unseen void. Moreover, it was a clear response that was rarely seen in recent years.
It was like a true deity looking down from high above.
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