Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 1151 Will You Never Lose?
The call from the original God of Night?
Ling Ge was slightly startled, and subconsciously asked: "Hasn't he been expelled from the Ansus region? Could it be..."

Could it be that he still lingered in his kingdom of God on earth, longing to return one day and make this land his own holy land? But let alone the pressure from the Axis Powers, from the perspective of the local people of Gray Hill, they had experienced the unbearable suffering of the fall of their hometown, witnessed the shameless act of the original Night God who attempted to abandon his followers, and had also seen the constant propaganda of the Ash Guerrillas and the case of Carson Borg. They had long lost their awe of this cowardly, yet cruel and cold-blooded god. Although they did not openly despise or even hate him like the Eagle of Gray Hill, it was conceivable that it was difficult to foster faith in that god in this land without awe.

To the original Night God, this was a worthless piece of land. Would he, who was naturally cold-hearted, choose to stick to it for the sake of ridiculous emotions? This was an assumption that would make an outsider like Lingge sneer at it.

Moreover, from Carson Borg's tone, it seemed that only he could hear the call. In other words, was he the real target of the former Night God? Was it out of hatred? Or was there some other purpose?

Carson Borg had recovered his breath by this time, and a little redness returned to his face. He looked at the young man's thoughtful expression and couldn't help but smile, confirming Ling's guess: "That guy came to find me. It's better to say that I'm the only one who meets his requirements."

Ling Ge thought about the call just now and asked, "He asked you when you will come back. Could it be that he still hopes that you will return to his side and become his most devout defender?"

If he still had similar expectations, Lingge could only think that he was not a cold-blooded evil god at all, but simply the simplest, most ignorant and most delusional god in the world.

"Hey, he does look forward to my return day and night, but not necessarily as an apologist. Have you heard of the beast, Pastor Ling?" Carson Borg suddenly asked.

Ling Ge naturally shook his head, and then he heard an evil and strange legend from him: "It is a kind of monster that has been passed down from generation to generation among the folks in the countryside of Ansers. It is said that it is also an ash creature born in the darkness and walked out of the Evernight Forest. It looks like an ordinary gray wolf, but it has a python-like tail with a human face on its tail. It can imitate the faces and voices of humans, from the elderly to children, from men to women, all very lifelike. Therefore, the best hunting method of this monster is to hide in the dark, only showing the human face on the tail, pretending to be a trapped person and asking for help from passers-by. It even knows how to figure out people's hearts. If the other party is an adventurer, it will promise wealth; if the other party is a businessman, it will promise power; if the other party is a man, it will grow a young and beautiful female face; if the other party is a woman, it will imitate a handsome and unruly bard, luring the other party under the wolf's fangs and claws... and then bite it to death and swallow it into its stomach."

At this point, Grayhill Eagle couldn't help but sneer: "At this moment, Roglia is the man-faced beast, and I am the prey he has targeted - or in other words, the food that has already been reserved on the plate."

This metaphor is indeed easy to understand, and Ling Ge quickly understood the relationship between the two, but he was still a little confused: "What does the former Night God Roglia want from you?"

Did he think that Carson Borg's return to his side meant that he had restored his authority over the Gray Hill City of Suare, and that those rebellious and betraying believers would return to his side and submit to him?

"What do you get? Everything."

Carson Borg answered the young man's question briefly and then asked, "Have you heard of the law of spiritual integration, Pastor Ling?"

Lingge was speechless for a moment, and many memories emerged in his mind. The clearest one was undoubtedly the scene where Fei'er confronted them in the Moon Swamp. It was from the mouth of the Witch of Fear that he learned about the various events that happened in the past. The so-called law of spiritual fusion had briefly appeared in her story, and was evaluated by another witch Eve as "a way for beasts to become stronger." This law, summarized by the former disciple of the saint and today's disaster god Abraham, has a very complicated principle, but it can basically be summarized in two words, that is, "eating people."

It literally means cannibalism. By devouring the flesh and soul of the extraordinary people who follow the same path, it can effectively delay the occurrence of erosion, and even help them go further and gain more powerful strength. This law destined the extraordinary system of the East Continent to be bloody and cruel in its underlying logic. Even before the religious forces of the West Continent proposed the anchoring theory of faith, the gods of the East Continent chose to create religions, not to stabilize their own status with millions of believers as anchors. Their main purpose is to expand their power and compete with other gods and even alien races; the other is to gather enough extraordinary people of the same path, and make them bait at any time when necessary to help their gods fight erosion.

Of course, the nominal statement is not so naked, but "dedication" and "sacrifice", which are glorious acts, and can only be done by saints. After all, if they are not saints, but ordinary believers, their sequence is not high enough, their power is not strong enough, their souls are not tough enough, and the effect after swallowing will not be too good. In other words, they are not even qualified to be bait.

Do you think that when Mitch asked Lingge in the Tianxin Church, "God loves the world, so shouldn't the world love God and dedicate themselves to God?", the devotion in it was just faith, strength, wealth and power? The greed of God far exceeds your imagination. They want to dominate everything, including life, except death.

"It seems you have heard of it." Carson Borg smiled, not surprised. With Pastor Ling's height, these secrets that are difficult for ordinary people to touch are as easy for him as opening a book. "It is said that during the catastrophe of the gods, the god of disaster Abraham devoured too many of his own kind and gained power beyond his control. Not only did he fail to suppress the erosion, but he also fell into a rampage like the crimson disaster Mecanthus. After the catastrophe of the gods, he was able to regain his sanity and became one of the few remaining saints. Why? It was not because he realized his mistake, but because he He found that he was not crazy enough. If he was not crazy, how could he fight against the loss of control? It is said that the cultists of the Dawn of Disaster sacrificed 100,000 souls for him at one time, including more than 300 low-sequence extraordinary people, 30 mid-sequence extraordinary people, and even three demigods, to help him regain his sanity. Such a crazy act is really shocking, but today, the Dawn of Disaster is no longer a cult, but a member of the Holy Alliance. The God of Disaster Abraham is even known as one of the most powerful extraordinary people in the East Continent. The few gods who can compete with the saints of the cult are feared by people. Isn’t it more than ironic? "

He sneered disdainfully, full of disgust and hatred for this distorted status quo. This was a very realistic topic, and Ling Ge didn't know how to respond for a moment. After a long silence, he changed the subject, or rather, got the topic back on track: "So, you also..."

"Yes, I have eaten humans, too. I am a vicious beast that greedily devours the flesh and blood of my own kind."

Carson Borg grinned and readily admitted his past. His attitude was extremely frank and he seemed to be unconcerned, but his hands had been quietly clenched. "When I was still a believer of that guy and showed amazing talent, I was expected to become the next defender of the church. Under the leadership of the archbishop, I received the so-called Holy Communion ceremony with other young believers who were also favored by the church. The archbishop told us that this was the grace and encouragement of the original night god to us. If we eat the Holy Communion with gratitude and awe, we can go further on the extraordinary road and greatly reduce the probability of being corrupted. At that time, we did not understand the truth, but only knew to praise it fanatically and follow it blindly. We ate that without any defense. Some cold meat, boiling blood, even bloodshot eyeballs, rotten and moldy bones, and even half of pale fingers, he required us to bite them off, chew them into pieces, and then swallow them without leaving a single bit. Can you imagine, Pastor Linge, until now, I still feel that they are wailing in my blood vessels and flesh and bones. They are my kind, my fellow tribesmen, and very likely even my companions! Every once in a while, some less talented believers in the church will be exiled to remote parishes. Some of them are also my friends. But every time I asked the archbishop which parish they were in, he always looked at me ambiguously and said nothing. I only understood now, I only understood now, uh——!"

His angry eyes were bloodshot, his throat suddenly moved, and his cheeks flushed unnaturally, as if his body instinctively wanted to expel the indigestible foreign matter. But the man stopped the process with his willpower. He swallowed hard, swallowing the sticky, corrupt, sour flesh and blood that had already surged up his throat. The whole person was shrouded in an unnatural evil aura, and he kept muttering to himself: "Don't worry, don't worry... I will let you go, but before that, you have to watch, watch with your own eyes, how I drove away the invaders of Gray Hill and how I frustrated the ambitions of that bastard Roglia. You... don't you want to see it too..."

He seemed to be comforting some invisible existence, but in Ling'er's eyes, this was more like hysteria and self-consolation. As he muttered to himself over and over again, his emotions gradually stabilized and his face returned to normal. It was only at this time that the young man spoke and pointedly pointed out: "Your current mental state is probably not far from losing control."

Carson Borg was slightly startled, then forced out an ugly smile: "Don't worry, Pastor Lingge, I won't lose control, at least, I won't lose control before completing my goal, otherwise, it will be a waste for that bastard Roglia. The communion he gave us contains not only the flesh and blood of the extraordinary people of the same path, but also his own flesh and blood. Because of this, it can effectively suppress erosion. All believers who receive communion have almost no risk of losing control before reaching the demigod sequence. But that guy is not so kind and will not create a lot of hidden dangers for himself. The flesh and blood he lets believers eat is difficult to digest completely, and there will always be a part hidden in your body, which will become his backup. If you become a demigod and obey him obediently, and be his loyal dog, you may be able to delay your death, just like the archbishops of all generations, although they all died suddenly, at least they lived to their old age; but if you are not obedient enough, he will not allow the pigs he raises to rebel against their owners."

Ling Ge understood immediately: "So, the calling sound just now was caused by his flesh and blood?"

"Yes." Carson Borg nodded slightly, and then sneered: "He lost the vast missionary area of ​​Gray Hill City and was abandoned by most of the believers. He has no anchor point to support him. I am afraid that he is on the verge of losing control like me. But the extraordinary people of the dark path are good at hiding. He is difficult to find. Moreover, he has reached the level of true god. If it were not for the flesh and blood of demigods, it would be difficult to suppress the erosion. Therefore, he is tempting me all the time, wanting me to completely digest the power of that piece of flesh and blood and step into the demigod sequence. But as long as I can't withstand the temptation, digest his flesh and blood, and even try to advance to demigod without magic potions, it will almost inevitably be out of control. He will immediately appear in front of me, devour me, stabilize his state, and then use this short period of rationality to escape to other areas, rebuild the church, or simply join a big force. As long as I don't seek a bottom line, there is always a way to survive."

But what would happen to the Ash Guerrilla without the Ashhill Eagle?

Ling Ge suddenly realized: "No wonder you have been suppressing your power and unwilling to advance to demigod."

The young man was only a Sequence 9 magician, without much power, but perhaps because of his close contact with the young girl's royal power, his perception and intuition had become particularly sharp. He vaguely realized that Carson Borg's magic power and spirituality had exceeded the upper limit of Sequence 5, but he deliberately suppressed himself and was unwilling to release it. He initially thought that the Grayhill Eagle was unable to advance because it had left the church and did not have the next sequence of potion formula. Unexpectedly, the hidden story behind it was far more complicated than he imagined.

"Yes, it's a race."

Although Carson Borg was sweating profusely, his smile was extremely confident. He has always been a very confident man, so even when he was eroded and on the verge of losing control, he always responded to Lingge with a smile, conveying his confidence and strength to him: "If I can drive out the invaders in Gray Hill City before I completely lose control, I can advance to Demigod without any scruples. At the beginning, I could use the power of the holy relics in the church to drive that guy out once. Although I don’t have the holy relics today, I have already advanced to Demigod, and I have companions to help me, so I am not afraid of him. But if before that, I have already lost control, and even involuntarily began to devour the power of flesh and blood, trying to advance to Demigod without magic potions, then..."

"You lost?" This was Ling's subconscious thought.

"No." Carson Borg raised his left thumb and pointed it at his heart. "I will let Regina and the others kill me, and then burn my body to ashes and scatter them in the Black Forest. That guy will get nothing."

So, he won't lose.

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