Above Destiny

Chapter 521 Big Fish
Good news and bad news.

This wave is a classic hedge.

The good news is that the means to block the heretical and strange means of time travel have been completed and can be activated at any time. Once activated, the entire kingdom of God will be completely solid, as if the ground is made of steel, and there will be no more chances for rabbits to dig holes.

In addition to this, the people in the Tianmu Observatory have been following the traces of the time travel and are almost able to locate the heretic camp, and will soon be able to completely eliminate the biggest threat to the Holy Spirit.

The dawn of victory has appeared on the horizon. It is cause for celebration. It is truly cause for celebration.

The bad news is... these bastards are holding back!
The spy they had infiltrated into the enemy's interior, risking his life to escape, brought bad news about the impending destruction - it seemed that these bastards were about to explode with the cult!
It is said that after the Pope read the report and the evidence presented, he was silent for a long time, took off his glasses with trembling hands, said that anyone who was not involved should get out, and then rang the Bell of the Holy Spirit.

Soon, all the saints gathered and arrived at the Advent Hall.

The last saint to arrive was shrouded in fierce light. The petite figure walked through the waiting saints as if no one was around, sat on the top chair, and gradually disappeared, revealing a slightly childish face.

Wen Su.

She crossed her legs and stepped on the table, glancing at the Pope who bowed his head respectfully with a mocking look: "Wen Sheng, that guy, really found a good dog, who is doing his job conscientiously."

The Pope bowed his head and said calmly: "It is my honor."

A slightly old face, full of wrinkles and marks left by a sad expression.

She was not angry at her contemptuous mention of the Holy Spirit's name, as other saints usually were, nor was she moved by a mere mockery.

"Miss Wen, what you said is wrong. We are all here to serve the Holy Spirit. We just need to do our best. Why should we distinguish between high and low?"

The fat guy next to him started to chuckle, but the sound he made was as delicate as that of a young girl, which was creepy.

"Ah--"

Wen Su sneered and flicked his fingers indifferently. The violent force burst out instantly, crushing the fat man who was laughing with his hands covering his mouth into a pool of meat paste: "Okay, get out of here, you messy thing, don't pollute my eyes."

The fat saint was almost crushed to pieces, but then his flesh and blood quickly squirmed again, and the wailing faces pieced together and became whole again.

It once again formed that warm and friendly, plump, round face, without any trace of hideousness or madness.

Who could have predicted that Ekonzo, a warlord once known for cannibalism, would now become a saint known for his compassion and good deeds?

"Miss Wen, please don't misunderstand me. The essence of the Arab world is broad and profound. It may seem vulgar on the surface, but it actually has its own mysteries." Ekonzo grinned and said nonchalantly, "If you have a chance someday, would you like to learn more about it?"

Bang.

Amidst the loud noise, blood spurted out.

Wen Su said indifferently: "I've already told you, don't get in the way!"

On the other side, Guang Wen from the Dragon Festival rested his chin on his hand and watched the fun, smiling but saying nothing. Some of the other saints wanted to say something but stopped, while others were furious, but in the end, it was the Pope who stood up and interrupted the two.

"Everyone, let's take a look at this first..."

As they spoke, someone brought out a glass cabinet. Inside the cabinet, countless pale filaments were entangled and spreading, covering the original objects, as if they were moldy and expanding rapidly.

And beneath the mycelium, you can vaguely see faint ups and downs, as if it is breathing.

"what is this?"

Someone reached out and approached, wanting to knock on the glass, but was stopped by the saint Guangwen who presided over the Tianmu Hall: "Don't touch it."

A rare hint of solemnity and vigilance appeared on that smiling face.

He said, “It’s poisonous.”

poison.

In the brief silence, Guangwen waved his hand, and immediately, the angels guarding nearby carefully pulled down the blockade and took off the veil covering it.

After losing its concealment, the layer of strange mycelium became clearer and clearer. One could even make out a figure that was convulsing in pain and reaching out for help, forever frozen in place.

Snapped--

Guangwen clapped his hands.

When the crisp sound rang out, the countless hyphae in the cabinet suddenly squirmed and expanded. The originally vague human figure was torn apart in an instant. Countless hyphae meandered and squirmed, like a group of snakes, rushing madly towards the place where the sound came from, but could not break through the obstruction of the cabinet.

The sticky flesh and blood continued to disintegrate into hyphae, and then reconstructed again, becoming a mess, and then quickly decayed and disintegrated, turning into a hotbed for the sprouting of hyphae. For a moment, everyone in the hall was slightly stunned, and there was a creepy chill.

"What is this?" Ekonzo frowned.

"The resistance camp, oh, what those heretics have been secretly preparing these days, a kind of spiritual poison targeting all souls. To be more precise, it is probably a weapon of massacre against believers..."

Guang Wen said slowly: "The undercover sent by Tianmu Hall was lurking in the resistance organization. A few days ago, he followed the confluence of the camps and sneaked into the camp of the heretic craftsmen. After escaping at the risk of his life, he sent back internal intelligence.

Unfortunately, before we could say a few words, it turned out like this... It infected the sixteen chief priests, and all the people who were involved had to be cleared out, which really added a lot of work to us."

“Blasphemy!!!”

The Guard Saint in charge of the Ministry of Faith was furious, his face flushed red, and he could no longer hold back his anger: "It is indeed as the oracle said, the demon Ji Jue who came from heaven is a great threat to the Kingdom of God. It is a pity that we cannot eliminate this evil as soon as possible, and even let him collude with that whore who should be sent to hell, and become powerful..."

Bang!
Before he could finish his words, his head exploded and was crushed into a pulp by Wen Su.

The girl's eyes were cold: "Who are you calling a whore?"

"Miss Wen, I have no right to interfere with your agreement with the Holy Spirit. However, now that things have come to this, I hope you can temporarily restrain your anger. I will follow the Holy Spirit's instructions and capture her another day, and then I will leave it to you to deal with."

The Pope stepped in to end the conversation. Holding the scepter in hand, he easily wiped out the damage done by Wen Su and forcibly turned the topic back to the main topic: "I'm sure everyone knows the harm of the sky-fallen demon. Do you have any other information or news to add? Feel free to speak up."

"Replenish?"

Wen Su sneered: "When your Holy God was going crazy before, he stabbed him and fed him shit. Does that count as information? I'm not making this up. Why don't you go ask your God?"

The Pope remained indifferent, turned a deaf ear to him, and looked at Guangwen.

Guangwen's expression suddenly became complicated.

To be exact, that subtle expression was as if he was the one being fed shit.

"Well, although that craftsman's reputation is not very well-known, his background is very powerful. He has a lot of connections in the Taiyi Ring. The two previous and current presidents have close relationships with him. He also has a deep foundation in the Federation and has participated in military competitions... In addition, at least two people in the Dragon Festival may have died indirectly at his hands."

Let’s not talk about the Heavenly Craftsman and other achievements, let’s not talk about the possibility of the Chosen One being questionable, but this guy and the Dragon Festival are really in conflict with each other…

You don’t know until you check. Once you check, you’ll be shocked. Even Guangwen himself is a little scared.

Needless to say, that unlucky guy Lawrence died inexplicably in the sage's workshop just because he wanted to use Ji Jue to make his own crappy tool. Instead, he became the only inheritor of fluid alchemy.

When they were in Quancheng, they got involved in a lot of things. In the end, President Adrian returned empty-handed, and the plan that Lu Changsheng and the Huaxie Cult had been working on for ten years came to nothing.

It's simply a disaster!
The key is that you will have a disaster if you want to, but the Dragon Festival will be really inexplicable!
Once might be an accident, twice might be a coincidence, but if it happened three times, wouldn't it be too weird? Others felt that this was far-fetched, but they all believed in fate to some extent. Everyone was living in misery, and the point was to believe it was true.

To be honest, if the Yellow Millet Dream hadn't been so closed off, Guangwen might have already run away.

What is this called?
This is called prevention before it happens!
It may be alarmist or wishful thinking, but the information sounds like a ghost story and makes everyone feel uneasy.

"He is just a craftsman after all. It's an exaggeration to say this." The Guard Saint frowned.

"Of course, Ji Jue is just a small matter, but this time, we really caught a big fish." Guang Wen sighed and threw out a few photos: "This is what we extracted from the remaining consciousness of the undercover agent. That guy has turned the entire camp into an arsenal. Everyone is tied to the assembly line almost 24 hours a day... In addition, there is also this old man."

The photo shows an old man yawning and picking his feet in a chair. He looks depressed and has no motivation at all, which makes people confused.

"What's this?"

"Maybe he's a guy who's even more threatening than Ji Jue."

Guang Wen said: "The Tianmu Observatory has figured out the other party's method of traveling through the Yellow Millet Dream yesterday. If I remember correctly, all the traces match the legendary work of Qitan Alchemy - the Rabbit Hole.

The girl chases the rabbit, passes through the narrow rabbit hole, and arrives at the dreamland - such a fairy tale itself alludes to the realm of the Gate of Eternity. After the development and transformation of the alchemy of the strange story, it is not uncommon to be able to come and go in the dreamland. "

"……so what?"

In the silence in the Advent Hall, Wen Su looked uninterested, while the others looked bewildered and confused, not understanding what he meant.

"..."

So, it’s a bit difficult to talk to you guys.

Guang Wen covered his face, not wanting to keep the secret any longer, and said bluntly: "Qitan Alchemy has long been discontinued! More than a decade ago, it was listed as a lost heritage by the Craftsmen's Association.

According to historical records, the last person who mastered the Qi Tan Alchemy was the master Fan Qian, who mysteriously disappeared after being expelled from the Taiyi Ring forty-one years ago!
(End of this chapter)