Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 743: Whatever you think, there will be a response, the Tiantong Sect Master arrives

"No matter what the Tiantong Church does, just ignore them. If they come to you, just do what they ask?"

Li Qingbai stared at Bruce as he rushed out the door with dull eyes, his face full of confusion.

Didn't they say this morning that they would define the Tiantong Church as a cult and Yongxin as a gang that disturbed public order? How did they change their attitude so quickly?
He hurriedly chased after him, shouting, "General Manager, where are you going?"

"The water is too deep here, I want to go back to London!" Bruce said without looking back.

"Do you need me to help you book a boat ticket?" Li Qingbai asked from behind.

When he heard about taking a boat, Bruce remembered the scene just now. He shuddered suddenly, and without responding, he quickened his speed and disappeared around the corner.

"It's really strange. What happened to scare him like this?"

Li Qingbai muttered to himself in confusion, and then he returned to the president's office of the Municipal Council.

On the desk in the office were documents that had been approved but had not yet been announced to deal with the Tiantong Church.

Although he was the Chinese deputy director of the President's Office, Bruce did not inform him when he made this decision. He picked it up and took a look at it, then remembered what Bruce said when he left, and tore up the document.

"Yongxin has been rooted in the Magic City for a long time, and we know their background very well. It should be the Tiantong Church that prompted Bruce to make this decision. It seems that I have to meet the unprepossessing archbishop of the Tiantong Church!" Li Qingbai said to himself.

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On the other side, Bruce thought of Edward Sassoon's tragic death and thought:

"Edward died so tragically, how could I possibly take the ship again? As a wizard, I have to use magic to go back."

For magicians, if they want to reach a place quickly, they usually use methods such as "Apparition", "Floo Powder", "Portkey", "Flying Carpet" and "Flying Broom".

"Apparition" is a high-level teleportation magic, and it is very dangerous. His strength is not enough for him to cast it, let alone use this ability to leave across the ocean.

"Floo Powder" is also an alchemical prop. It is a powder that was invented five hundred years ago. It is not expensive and many magicians are equipped with it. You only need to throw this powder into the flame of a special fireplace to teleport.

This method is somewhat similar to the Fire Escape Technique of the Huode Sect.

The performance of Fire Release Technique requires fire.

The same goes for Floo fans, who need to add their fireplace to the "Floo Network" in advance. This is a transmission network built by the magic department.

The Huode Sect also has similar things. The Huode Sect will place some long-burning fires in some of its branches to facilitate the movement of people in the sect.

But unfortunately, the Floo network of the wizarding world does not cover the other side of the ocean, so there is no way to go back this way.

There is also a method called "door key", which is to build a one-time transmission channel in advance. When needed, just activate the key to transmit.

However, this method is similar to the Floo Network. If you want to use it, you have to connect to the network built by the Magic Academy using alchemy.

The Magic City is on the edge of this network, not inside it. The Ministry of Magic of the Magic Academy cannot possibly provide him with a dedicated line just for him. He does not have that much power.

What he had to do now was to use the alchemical tools to fly into the teleportation network, and then use the teleportation network to return to London.

The nearest node of this transmission network is in a place called Minami Iwo Jima in Asia, located in Japan. There is an academy called "Institute of Magic" on the island.

He planned to fly there first using a flying carpet, and then return to London through the "Floo Network" of the "Magic House".

When he arrived at a deserted place, he took out a compass and, after determining the direction, he took out a flying carpet from the space alchemy props, chanted a spell, the carpet rose into the sky, and he sat on it, flying all the way east.

"When we set out, I heard from the elders that the people here are very dangerous, especially the aliens. A civil war left mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Even the God's Church suffered a great loss and was forced to acknowledge a second son of God here."

"I was wondering before, if an indigenous person claimed to be the son of God and the brother of Christ, shouldn't the Catholic Church regard him as a heretic and burn him to death? Why did they really believe him?"

“Now looking at the leader Tiantong, if such a being claims to be the son of God, it doesn’t seem to be difficult to accept.”

Bruce said to himself, he was a magician, also called a wizard in the West, and was not religious, so he didn't feel offended by thinking this way.

But suddenly, he shuddered. The God of Heaven boasted that God was omnipotent. He had used the magic mirror for divination before and had been noticed by the leader of Tiantong. Would he be standing somewhere and watching him quietly?

When he thought of this, Bruce felt a tingling sensation on his spine, as if a poisonous snake was crawling on it. He could no longer calm down, and the flying carpet in the sky was flying crookedly.

The huge fear in his heart drove him to turn around and kneel on the flying carpet. He kowtowed several times in the direction of the Magic City, put his hands together, and prayed:

"Master Tiantong, I did not mean to offend your majesty. It was that fool Edward who deceived me. I only beg you to forgive me and let me return to London safely."

"I...I will call the Municipal Council's board of directors and withdraw all charges against the Tiantong Church and Yongxin Company. I will fully support all actions of the church in the Magic City..."

Bruce prayed and bowed to the empty sky.

Then, he clearly felt that a pair of eyes that were looking down at him moved away.

“Huff, huff, huff… Really… I’m really being noticed…”

Bruce's tense expression suddenly relaxed, and he slumped down on the flying carpet, sweating all over, but he knew that he was safe.

At the same time, a thousand meters above Bruce's head, Zhang Zhiwei stepped on a ball of black energy, and the boiling golden light in his eyes slowly dissipated.

It doesn't take much effort to kill this foreigner, but it's meaningless. On the contrary, keeping him will be very beneficial to the Tiantong Church.

"Since the man who knows the current affairs is a hero, then I will spare his life." Zhang Zhiwei thought to himself.

Just now, he was practicing in the room and suddenly realized that someone was peeping at him, so he used the "Tongyou" technique to escape into the inner world.

He followed his feeling in the interior and found that it was a mirror that was spying on him. He then used his divine eyes to pierce through the mirror and used the mirror as a coordinate point to descend to the Municipal Council.

Originally, Zhang Zhiwei planned to kill Bruce in the Municipal Council.

But who would have thought that after Bruce ran into the Chinese organizer, he was going to cancel the action against the Tiantong Church. He hesitated for a moment and did not take action immediately, and kept following behind the other party.

He wanted to know whether what this guy just said was true, whether he was going to ask for help or to meet other people from the Shasun family.

Unexpectedly, this guy found a deserted place, summoned a flying carpet and flew to the sea, kowtowing and repenting while flying. Seeing that he was so "sincere", Zhang Zhiwei decided to spare his life. Zhang Zhiwei fell from the sky and stepped on the ground. He did not go back immediately, but walked along the coastline.

After his divine manifestation in the resettlement area, many believers’ faith in him reached a new level, and the deep power of their faith turned directly from colorful to golden.

In the past, to obtain this golden power of faith, he needed to use the Samadhi True Fire to calcine and refine it, but now, he can get it directly.

Moreover, he also discovered that this golden power of faith generated from the hearts of believers was different from the golden power of faith he had refined with the Samadhi True Fire.

Although the purity of both is similar, and the latter is even higher than the former, the former has a quality that the latter does not have, that is, the power of extreme belief in God.

This is rare. After all, even for a devout believer, how much faith does he have in the God he believes in?

"After the quality of the power of faith has been improved again, the power of faith of the Godhead Mask seems to have been enhanced as well!"

The vision of the God's Eye became even sharper.

Just now, he was walking in the dark interior, and in the murky fog, he saw the mirror peeking at himself.

As for whether his speed increased after transforming into lightning, Zhang Zhiwei did not intend to test it.

If we are in a hurry, the current speed is already quite amazing, and it won't make much sense to go faster.

He was quite interested in the enhancement of the Lightning Incarnation.

Before, he could transform lightning into his own image, the image of Tianpeng, and the image of "National Master".

But now, an idea came to his mind that the Lightning Incarnation could perhaps be used in this way.

He thought about it and spread out his palms. A ball of lightning filled his palms, and the lightning flashed and intertwined, forming a human outline, and finally transformed into his appearance.

But there are some differences, for example, the clothes of this incarnation are somewhat different from what he wears now.

He is now wearing a plain grey Taoist robe, and the figure in his hand is wearing an ancient armor, which looks like Ming Guang Armor.

This is actually the image of the Tiantong Sect Master enshrined in the Tiantong Church.

When Wang Ai was sculpting the statue, although he used Zhang Zhiwei's face and body shape, he considered that the Taoist robe was not majestic enough, so he took the initiative to replace the statue with the mighty and domineering Ming Guang armor.

Zhang Zhiwei doesn't care about his behavior. No matter what he wears, he is still himself at heart.

Looking at himself made of lightning in his hand, Zhang Zhiwei waved his hand, and the lightning incarnation turned into a flash of lightning and disappeared.

"I am God, then where is my incarnation?"

Zhang Zhiwei decided to give it a try. His incarnation turned into lightning and arrived at the main church of Tiantong Church in an instant.

The Tiantong Church was rebuilt from a Catholic church with many Chinese touches. Although it looks a bit neither Chinese nor Western upon closer inspection, it still gives people a sense of grandeur at first glance.

At this time, there was no one in the church and it was extremely quiet, but the huge incense sticks in the incense burner in front of the statue were still burning vigorously.

Zhang Zhiwei's lightning incarnation came to the church, saw the statue that was exactly the same as himself, and stepped into the statue.

In an instant, Zhang Zhiwei felt a lot of disturbing noises entering his ears, echoing in his mind, constantly disturbing his spirit.

He was not unfamiliar with this feeling; it was the influence of the power of faith in the statue.

Although the power of faith will eventually flow into his hall, there will be traces of its presence, and many of them remain in these statues.

Through the power of these beliefs, Zhang Zhiwei seemed to see figures praying and kneeling before the statues of gods.

The higher the level of faith, the clearer the content of the prayer.

"The more pious you are, the more likely you are to receive the attention of the gods. This is normal."

At this moment, he noticed that a ray of golden faith power that was very devout in his belief was disappearing rapidly, or it could not be said to be disappearing, but it was rapidly turning black.

From that hint of darkness, Zhang Zhiwei felt a twisted pain and wandering despair.

"What's going on? Even if they no longer believe or the believers die, this shouldn't happen!"

Zhang Zhiwei sensed something was wrong, and he concentrated his consciousness to sense the problematic power of faith.

Immediately, he heard a voice: "Convert, convert to evil. Look at everything in this world, full of poverty, numbness, and despair."

"Everything in this world is treating you with the greatest malice. To use your words, why don't you repay blood with blood, tooth for tooth? Give the world the greatest malice?"

"Convert, convert from evil. After converting, you will gain unprecedented power. Let this world feel the pain!!"

The voice was like the devil whispering in one's ear, very hoarse, but extremely tempting, making one unable to help but believe it.

At the same time, Zhang Zhiwei's sight was pulled by the power of faith and he appeared in a room.

He saw a little boy lying on the bed, rolling around, with a look of pain on his face, mumbling to himself:
"The pain is over. I have been adopted by the Tiantong Church Welfare Institute. I have delicious rice to eat every day, and I can go to school and learn knowledge. All of this is given by the Tiantong Sect Master. I have converted to the Tiantong Sect Master!"

The boy held his head and rolled over on the bed.

And at the head of his bed, stood a creature dressed in blood red, with eyes like copper bells, a mouth full of fangs, and a single horn on his head, looking very much like the devil in Western legends.

It was his incessant whispering that converted the boy.

"You just believe in him, not convert. Moreover, the so-called Tiantong leader is just a false god. He does not exist. The Tiantong Church is just a tool for making money, just like many other messed-up churches. And you..."

As he whispered, streams of black Qi gushed out from his body and poured into the little boy's seven orifices.

Slowly, the little boy's body was changing. All his bones were growing and extending, making crackling sounds, his muscles were swelling and expanding, and his skin was turning red.

Soon, the little boy looked just like the red demon at the head of the bed, except that he had no horns.

When Zhang Zhiwei sensed this scene, he immediately realized that this was the organization in the plot that turned Lu Linglong into a monster?
The unicorn demon saw that the little boy had converted and become his follower, and grinned grimly:
"I didn't expect that I could find such a good family member while escaping from pursuit."

(End of this chapter)