Smith's parents realized that their son had changed recently.
He had become a lot more eccentric. Every day after school, he would hide in his room mysteriously.
But … he was not reading novels.
Instead, he was lying on the table as if he was studying?
The ground was already full of discarded paper, rolled up into bundles, and it was quite messy.
At night.
"Hehe …"
Under the desk lamp, Smith's eyes were already bloodshot.
But his expression was very crazy, full of a kind of fanaticism. His lips kept moving up and down as he muttered, "Finally … a part of it has been repaired … I have found the honorific name of the Lost God! He will give me strength! "
"And, there is also a prophecy."
"When the stars return, those who have already lived will die, those who have long died will be resurrected, the abominable and terrifying things will crawl out from the bottom of the abyss, and death and disease will spread throughout the world … And my Lord will come in accordance with the prophecy and grant his humble servant 'Apocalypse'!"
"I have seen the truth, but it is so hopeless … The arrival of the end of the world is inevitable. The glorious and brilliant human civilization cannot resist the cold malice from the depths of the darkness of the universe."
The light in Smith's eyes gradually became focused. "If you want to be saved, you can only believe in the Lost God, believe in my Lord … The Apocalypse will grant his servant strength!"
On the repaired remnant paper, there was indeed a record of the way to obtain strength.
The first was to constantly recite the honorific name of the Lost God and call out to it.
The second was a short line of poetry.
"I will carry despair alone and move forward silently in the darkness."
Smith stood up.
At this moment, this teenager seemed to have found a great goal in life.
He was going to save the world!
…
This scene happened in many places.
These 'Apocalypse' were not connected to each other, nor did they have anything in common, but they had all obtained clues about the Lost God.
Some of them were stone slabs, some were pottery shards, and some were texts.
The only thing they had in common was that they recorded the honorific name of the Lost God, predicted the arrival of the end of the world, and promised to give believers salvation and apocalypse!
This was naturally something that Fang Xian had created.
In fact, these chosen ones had one more thing in common.
That was, there were readers who were full of resentment towards' Mr. Ring ', and they were caught by his status in a corner of the scene.
They could be friends or relatives of the depressed readers, or passersby on the street. They happened to be at the moment when the readers were full of resentment. The images were transmitted to Fang Xian's line of sight.
Of course, he would not choose all of his readers. That would be directly exposing the secret keeper.
Thus, he made a second choice.
'Let's name my order the Order of Revelation … After all, it has to follow the style of this world!'
Fang Xian rubbed his forehead and muttered to himself.
He bought two cups of coffee, walked into the car, and handed one to Lov, who was observing.
"Surveillance is a meticulous course. Those cultists often hide themselves very well and won't easily reveal their true side in front of others. You need to have enough patience …"
Lov instructed.
"I understand …"
Fang Xian, a normal investigator, the newly promoted Grand Patriarch of the Revelation Order, the hidden God of Loss, answered sincerely while biting on the straw.
"I've been keeping an eye on this target for a long time. He's very cunning and didn't leave any traces, but I'm 40% sure he's related to the Fallen Star Cult. I don't know what happened, but more clues have been exposed recently."
Lov saw a fat man walk out of a department store. He put down his coffee, started the car, and followed the fat man.
'I know … He must have noticed that another foothold in the city has been destroyed. He's panicking and is contacting his superiors in a hurry …
'Judging by this situation, it won't take long for him to expose enough problems and even pull out some cultists …'
Fang Xian nodded to himself and followed the target home with Lov.
"I'm going to the washroom."
He got out of the car, turned a corner, and looked around.
It was empty and quiet. There was no one in the corner.
Fang Xian took a deep breath and started to draw lines with his hands.
From an outsider's point of view, it was a meaningless gesture. Even the cultists with dark powers could not imitate it.
The key was not the hand gestures or the lines, but the spirit.
He had to infuse a certain amount of spirit to unlock the mystery!
He followed Shera's instructions and channeled a portion of his spirit into his fingers.
His spiritual power transformed, and his eyes suddenly turned pure silver.
Silver-white lines started to form in the air and solidified into a mark.
It looked like a silver key, three-dimensional, and somewhat illusory.
It was the highest secret of the Windchaser Cult — the Mark of the Door!
After Shera's confession and Fang Xian casting it, a brand new form was born.
Fang Xian named it the "Secret Key", meaning that it was the key that could open all the hidden doors.
Silver-white light converged and formed a door in the corner.
The 'secret key' fused with the door and opened the spatial door.
Fang Xian stepped in.
When he reappeared, he was outside the Secret Keeper's branch.
"The Mark of the Windchaser Cult's Mark of the Door is a must-have for home travel, murder, and arson …"
Fang Xian looked at the building not far away. Without wasting any time, he started to recite the poem of the Broken Winged Bird.
This time.
The accumulated pain was even more intense than before, and all of it was used as a sacrifice to the bird with broken wings.
A thick layer of darkness suddenly appeared on his body, completely covering his figure.
The darkness continued to spread and turned into a black mist.
From the black mist, the Broken Winged Bird that was twice as big as the last time suddenly appeared.
Bam!
The Broken Winged Bird landed and flapped its wings, blowing away the roofs of a large building.
Whoosh!
Bricks and stones flew everywhere, smashing the heads of the unlucky ones.
"How strong is the Secret Keeper's branch? Let me see! "
Fang Xian waved his hand again.
The thick black mist instantly spread toward the Secret Keeper's branch.
"Enemy attack!"
"It's a supernatural creature!"
"Where's the file on the Footless Bird? Find it! "
"Fire!"
The Secret Keeper's branch was under attack. A group of investigators were busy but not panicking. They found cover, took some medicine, and opened fire at the Broken Winged Bird.
But no matter what kind of gun they used, they could not even shoot down a feather of the Broken Winged Bird.
On the contrary.
When the black mist spread into the branch, the investigators covered their heads in pain and fell to one knee. They were affected by the terrifying mental corruption and shock.
This was supernatural power that even special medicine could not resist!
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