The chat group of all gods in the world

Chapter 46: A story caused by a mottled badge
In order to gain a deeper understanding of this world and to explore the secrets that exist in himself, Louis has been traveling to various secret gatherings in Backlund these past few days. He also has a general understanding of the distribution of the current world.

As soon as he walked into this secret gathering, a strong feeling surged in his heart, as if something extremely important to him was calling him.

It was an extremely intimate feeling, but Louis could be sure that it was not a blood connection, but a spiritual closeness.

He followed the direction of the call and walked to the stall. Among a pile of tattered and old items, he found something that made his heart throb - a mottled badge.

Louis was naturally aware of the mysterious story told by the stall owner. This mysterious myth was circulated in every secret gathering in Backlund, and even among ordinary people;
But the irony is that this legend only became popular this week, as if a mysterious force was behind it, and it instantly became a trend in major salons and entertainment topics.

The time of transmission coincided with the time when Louis woke up, which made him feel suspicious.

Louis thought silently as his slender fingers stroked the mottled marks on the badge.

After getting the token, the throbbing feeling in his heart calmed down, but Louis had a hunch that this badge would definitely lead him to the legendary old kingdom of God, and the clue to his identity must be there!
With heavy thoughts in mind, Louis Ogsger buried the badge of unknown material under his pillow and slowly fell asleep.

Today is Monday.

After a night on duty at Chanis Gate, Klein returned home, placed the breakfast he had bought on the road in the kitchen, and walked towards the bedroom.

I had already told Melissa and Benson last night that I would be on night shift. I would bring them breakfast after get off work, and they could also sleep a little longer.

Klein wasn’t very tired. After sitting on the bed, meditating slowly and resting with his eyes closed for a while, he felt reborn and full of energy.

Even though he is not good at combat fortune-telling, he is more energetic than ordinary people in terms of physical fitness.

Coupled with the "Lapis Lazuli Jade Body Technique" and "Taiyi Qinghua Emperor Visualization Method" tailored for him by Brother Lu, they are enough to make his physical fitness and mental state far surpass those of extraordinary people of the same level.

After resting, Klein sat at his desk and began to copy the historical research report on the Fourth Era from a book beside him. This was the latest research progress in the academic world that he had specifically asked Professor Azik for. Although it did not contain any mystical knowledge, it was also an effective way to increase knowledge.

He was thinking as he put pen to paper.

The coming of the true god is already destined. Behind this is not just the plan of Ince Zangwill. Adam's figure is looming in the background, and it is even possible that other gods are involved.

Lanevus and Megose were merely chosen pawns, just like the people who died in the great haze.

Professor Azik has gone to Backlund, and Brother Lu has also made his own arrangements. Now it is time for him to face the evil spirit head-on.

But now I am in the second round, with the experience of the first round, I have more room for planning.

We must speed up our pace. The stronger we become, the more people will be saved from dying in innocent disasters.

Old Neil and the captain have already received the divine badges of Yunwu City, and their lives will no longer be in danger.

Klein had a deep look in his eyes and a calm expression as he began to prepare for today's Tarot Club.

“Death is not a sad thing. Our bodies die, but our souls reunite with the goddess in heaven. This is a good start. We should be happy, joyful and praise God.

So, please don’t be sad for him, please be happy for him, because he is reunited with the goddess in heaven, and is only temporarily separated from us. One day, when we reach the goddess’ kingdom, we will still meet him again.”

Louis read the eulogy in front of him again, and after confirming that it was correct, he put it in the book to prevent himself from getting it wrinkled. He had a natural proficiency and inspiration in presiding over the ceremony, which was an ability given to him by his sequence.

List the precautions and items that need to be prepared neatly on paper, put them in an envelope, smooth the corners, and place them steadily in the green mailbox at the door.

This morning, I received news about a funeral. Lady Aisiliya was going to hold a solemn and impressive funeral for her husband who had just passed away. Both she and her husband came from prominent families, so they were not short of money in a broad sense. Naturally, they wanted the most outstanding master of ceremonies.

As the most famous host of ceremonies in the week, Louis naturally caught her eye.

Their family's fiefdom was in the suburbs of Backlund, and the commute was too long.

Therefore, Louis, who was eager to find his memory, naturally would not waste time on the road for the sake of preliminary communication. He originally wanted to refuse, but the housekeeper who came did not care and said that he only needed to write down the things he was going to prepare and put them in the mailbox at the door of the mansion, and someone would naturally pick them up when the time came.

If there are any problems, the police will come to communicate and won't waste his time, and Louis, the master of ceremonies, only needs to arrive the night before.

Louis would naturally not refuse such generous conditions. The gold pound is the master key to everything, and even extraordinary people are rarely an exception.

After taking care of the funeral arrangements, Louis returned to the bedroom, drew the curtains, locked the door, set up a magical alert, and left only a light on in front of the desk.

Under the dim light, the mottled badge of unknown material reflected light, like an ordinary object. Louis looked at the patterns on the badge calmly, trying his best to think about the strange dream he had this morning.

Those fleeting images, like lightning, cut through his memory.

Thousands of images together formed a vast, dark and deep ocean. He could only see the tip of the iceberg through the flickering light on the sea.

Little girl? Forest? Chase?

There was also a bloody, flesh-biting, grinning figure.
And endless light, and a gorgeous flower that I have never seen in this world.
Louis kept stroking the badge in his hand, and his eyes became more and more dazzling under the light, and finally they even flowed out with a lava-like light, burning in the air. His whole body was surrounded by a golden halo, and spots of light like fireflies were wandering and blooming around him.

But he was unaware.

Louis lost all his senses. Time did not flow, space could not be measured, and even his heartbeat and breathing were gone. His five senses were dead and his mind was clouded.

It's like falling into an endless black hole.

But in a flash, a soft light appeared, like the crown of the sun, hot, warm, vast and boundless.

Countless pious voices are praising, countless compassionate voices are singing in unison, "Holy, holy, holy! The Lord of billions of radiant lights! The faint voices of us all, holy, holy, holy! The flint of civilization! Bright and vast, the Supreme One who holds the light."

The moment the light appeared, Louis' body was out of control and chased after the light.
Louis regained his senses, and in his mind there was a loud sound, a magnificent and supreme name echoing, and he opened his mouth and began to chant along with them: You are the light that illuminates the heavens and time, the holy light that purifies all pollution, the torch that guides the way forward for countless worlds, you are hope, miracle, all salvation, the measure of all existence, the lord of billions of brilliance.

"Shh."

Like the trace of an eraser, Louis' figure disappeared in an instant, repelled from this space, and fell on the border between dreams and reality, an unknown place.

(End of this chapter)