God.
Before successfully condensing divinity, Lin Sheng did not believe that there was such an existence.
But now he believed it.
Because in the Blackfeather world, the God that Ancellia was pursuing was not the same species as the God he understood.
The gods there were only existences that were powerful enough to be at the pinnacle.
'God' was nothing more than a title. It was a supreme title that living beings used to refer to existences that were unimaginably powerful by themselves.
So there were naturally differences between the Gods of different races.
Looking at the purified Man-made God in front of him, Raccoon.
Lin Sheng moved closer and looked at the baby soaked in green liquid through the transparent eyeball.
There was no movement. There was no soul power in the baby's body, no life force, just like a corpse. God knows how long it had been dead.
"What a pity …" Lin Sheng did not do anything. After removing the erosion of the Blacktide, the so-called Man-made God in front of him had completely lost its ability to move.
With a wave of his hand, Lin Sheng's body suddenly emitted a powerful twisting force as he pulled the spiked robot out of the ceiling and threw it aside.
The huge robot body, under the effect of the force field, silently landed on the ground on the left side.
Lin Sheng's eyes clearly stared at a secret door that appeared behind him.
It was a rusty, special secret door embedded in the ceiling of the mountain.
Lin Sheng slowly approached, the force field twisted, and suddenly the secret door slowly opened inward.
Inside was a huge rectangular secret room.
Inside the secret room, just standing outside the door, Lin Sheng could see that there were blue coffin-like stones on both sides of the room. In the middle of the room, there was a conical silver platform that looked like an altar. It was slowly rotating, silently releasing some faint fluctuations.
On the grayish-black ground, there were some dried corpses lying everywhere.
These corpses were wearing the high-class uniforms of the spaceship. They should be special management.
Lin Sheng slowly walked in and glanced around.
Just as he entered the door, the surrounding walls, ceilings, and ground all lit up and changed scenes.
From the previous dark and gloomy to a blue sky, there were clouds floating slowly.
"A virtual simulation?"
Lin Sheng's attention was not on this. Instead, he looked straight at the back of the conical platform.
Lying on the ground was a corpse that was larger than a normal person's.
The corpse was wearing a commander's uniform.
Lin Sheng looked left and right, then reached out and grabbed the corpse.
A black object that looked like a compass suddenly rose from the corpse and flew toward Lin Sheng.
With the help of this thing, he carefully scanned the office.
'The conditions required to activate the Mishsi ritual: Oscillate at a fixed frequency with your spirit while chanting the following words.'
Below it was a series of black runes that looked very simple.
However, Lin Sheng frowned slightly. He couldn't understand these symbols at all.
"It's a completely different language from before …"
He carefully identified it and found that the words on it were not the same type of words used by the spaceship itself.
Lin Sheng wanted to search carefully to see if he could find any other clues.
Just at this moment, the faint sound of a clock slowly drifted into his ears.
Lin Sheng suddenly froze. He knew that he was about to wake up from the dream.
…
…
Sitting on the high seat, Lin Sheng slowly recovered from the dream.
Opening his eyes, his breathing deepened slightly, and his consciousness returned to normal.
"Is it over?"
He straightened his back and let out a soft sigh.
* Click. *
With a soft click, a translucent chat room interface suddenly appeared in front of him.
The chat room was quiet, and no one seemed to be talking.
Lin Sheng waited for a while, and suddenly a message popped up.
"So boring, is anyone there?" — Purple Time.
"Yes, isn't it still morning? Why are you so free so early in the morning? "— Giving Hope.
"Is it morning over there? It's already afternoon over here. Seems like the time difference is a bit big. "— Purple Time.
"Isn't there a serial murder case over there recently? You still have the leisure to come out and chat? "— Giving Hope.
"It's alright, it's very far away from us. It doesn't matter." — Purple Time.
"Huh? Isn't your cousin in charge of the case? "— Giving Hope.
"Yeah, it's not like I'm in charge, what's there to be afraid of? Speaking of which, Hope seems to be in a good mood recently? "— Purple Time.
"Yeah, there's something to look forward to in the competition." — Giving Hope.
"Why are you still a deputy minister? If it were me, why would I care so much? Isn't it better to have time to rest? Time is the most precious thing. "— Purple Time.
"No, it's just my personal hobby. I'm still young, after all, it's good to train my management skills." — Giving Hope.
"That's still tiring. It's better to be like me, don't care about anything, just live my life in peace. "
In another distant world.
Perola was wearing a purple tunic dress, gently tugging at her dazzling golden tassel-like hair, and flashed a flawless smile at the mirror.
"Miss, it's time to go. Otherwise, Master and Madam will be nagging again. "
The maid waiting on the side could not help but urge in a low voice.
"What's the hurry, I'm not ready yet. Isn't it just a messy banquet? Isn't it the same if it's a little later? "Perola said, annoyed.
Looking at the Spectral Light chat room that appeared in her vision, she finally replied.
"Alright, I'm going out. Sigh, the sun is really hot today, I really don't want to go out. But I couldn't resist my family's insistence. So annoying. "— Purple Time.
"Go, go, it sounds like a very happy life …" — Giving Hope.
"No way." — Purple Time.
"I … woke up from the chaos again …" — Red Whale.
"…" — Purple Time.
"…" — Giving Hope.
Awkward silence …
Perola could not help but laugh. Every time this delusion appeared, there would be an awkward silence.
Does he think he's the highest Saint Roland's Purple Angel?
Coming out with his own pretentious background music.
"Didn't you just wake up from the River of Time a while ago?" — Giving Hope.
"… Is that so? Then I was wrong. "— Red Whale.
Awkward …
Perola felt her teeth ache just looking at it, and decisively ignored the chat room.
Then she kept giggling at the mirror, and after a while, she slowly calmed down.
"Annoying! My makeup is all ruined by your laughter! " As the most perfect Saint Roland's Flower of the Academy, although she did not have the qualities of an angel, she could become one of those powerful angels.
But with her family and her own beauty, even without the qualities, she would still be the most dazzling presence in any occasion.
As the founder of Silver Swift Star, her father and mother were people who secretly controlled the incomparably powerful Swift Star Angel.
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