Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 253 The Church is in Big Trouble

Constantinople, the Imperial Palace, the sound of hurried footsteps was heard again in the corridor.

Only this time, it was more hurried than last time.

He staggered to where the emperor was, fell to his knees, and said in a terrified tone: "Your Majesty the General! The high priest's action has failed..."

"Failed?"

The old emperor was a little surprised.

"So fast?"

The old emperor was not surprised that the high priest would fail.

Although the consciousness space is not the home ground of the ancient dragon, a life that is long enough is destined to possess a very powerful spirit.

Otherwise the long years will swallow up life itself.

It is difficult for a high priest to control such a strong will alone.

What's more, Drogo is the most special among the known ancient dragons.

The legend who once dominated the continent suddenly decided to quit one day.

Stopping sounds simple, but it is never that easy to do, which is why there are so many gamblers who lose everything.

But Drogo disappeared as soon as he said he would, and he hasn't appeared in decades, as if he had overcome the violent instincts of the red dragon.

When it appeared again, it was the Drogo Group and started selling toys.

If someone had said this before this actually happened, it would definitely be regarded as a joke.

However, it really happened. Drogo's business became stronger and stronger, and various cultural entertainments were created one after another.

His spiritual consciousness is absolutely powerful and strange.

This was the consensus among the Ascended Souls. Making Drogo a part of the Great Consciousness had been their goal since a year ago.

However, no action was taken. The Soul Ascenders made various assumptions and rehearsals on capturing consciousness, and concluded that the success rate was not optimistic.

Therefore, the plan has been shelved.

Until the impulsive high priest acted on his own.

It didn’t work, just as per the preview.

The failure was so quick, far beyond expectations.

The old emperor looked at the floor clock next to the bookshelf. It had an exquisite and complex shape and was inlaid with gemstones. It was a clock that was more of a work of art than a tool.

The time is ten fifteen at night.

Only ten minutes had passed since the high priest took action.

No matter how incompetent this high priest is, he is still ranked among the top soul ascenders and is an expert in bewitching minds and designing traps in the world of consciousness.

How could it fail so quickly?

What's going on in Drogo's mind?
"Did he terminate the operation early after determining that it would not succeed? I need to hear his explanation."

This was the only reason the old emperor thought he could fail so quickly.

"Your Majesty, the high priest should not have stopped the operation on his own initiative. Moreover, he cannot explain it now. He has gone completely crazy."

"what?"

The old emperor could no longer hide his surprise, his gray beard trembling slightly, and ordered, "Call all bishops for an emergency meeting."

The Mammon sect, or the Ascended Souls, their name is always changing, because their ideas are too radical, so they always have to find different disguises.

The current disguise is Mammon because they did reach a cooperation with the former Mammon.

The old emperor is not only the current ruler of the Roman Empire, but also the patriarch of the Mammon sect.

However, the patriarch of a sect does not enjoy supreme power in the organization like the Pope of the church.

The Soul Ascenders are a loose organization whose members cooperate only because they have the same goal. The elected Patriarch is more like an honorary title, or a host who connects all parties when there is something that must be studied together.

Since they are a group of people pursuing consciousness uploading, the meeting will naturally not be held in physical space.

The old emperor connected to his own consciousness host.

The new generation of consoles no longer require a long needle to pierce the brain, and the remaining old models are provided for use by low-level soul raisers.

The meeting was held in a space shaped like the sea. The boundless and deep sea water allowed the old emperor to concentrate better.

The other bishops had already arrived. He coughed twice and said, "Just now, the high priest lurking in the capital of the Kingdom of Sutton invaded Drogo's consciousness and tried to capture him, but failed."

The bishops did not react much.

"Shouldn't he have taken the initiative to call us to a meeting just for such a reckless priest?" said one bishop impatiently. "I still have experiments to do."

The old emperor continued to explain the situation.

"This priest failed within ten minutes. It is currently impossible to obtain the memory of his last experience. We need everyone to work together. This is his current state."

The old emperor waved his hand, and the image of the priest appeared on the sea.

He lay there, his body twitching erratically, his eyes unable to focus, his mouth unable to close, and he kept repeating vague mumblings.

The bishops were silent. They had never seen anything like this after failing to capture consciousness.

There is no record of the Ascending Souls either.

Everyone could feel the confusion in the priest's consciousness, the degree of which was probably greater than the consciousness of tens of thousands of lunatics combined.

What had he seen in Drogo's mind?
Whatever it is, this red dragon should be much stranger than they expected.

But the Soul Ascenders have always been a group of crazy adventurers and ambitious people.

The bishop was intrigued. Drogo's memories should still remain in the priest's consciousness.

"What is he repeating?" a bishop noticed the priest was mumbling.

Blurry and very unclear.

"It's a warning left for us," the old emperor replied, "'Don't touch'. He kept repeating 'Don't touch'."

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Drogo didn't know what the priest's real body was like now, but what was certain was that it was probably not good.

He no longer had the conceited and arrogant look he had when he was preaching the doctrine, and was now lying on the ground, making a sound.

It looks like he is drooling as if he has been cured.

The entire consciousness space also began to collapse, the sky shattered into countless pieces, revealing the original appearance of the space behind it.

Nothing at all.

It's always a weird feeling.

Drogo had no idea how to describe it.

It's not simply endless black.

If I have to describe it, it's probably a bit like the feeling of "seeing" with your eyes closed.

There is nothing at all, pure nothingness.

The creations on the ground were unable to maintain stability, and flickered wildly, like a game with a texture bug.

Although Drogo's business now mainly relies on his memory that is accurate to every pixel, this ability often causes him trouble.

Whether it is good memories or painful memories, they cannot be forgotten. There is also a huge amount of useless information. There is too much useless information on the Internet, and he can remember every one of them, even if he just skimmed through it while browsing.

Obviously, the amount of content is beyond the acceptance of normal people.

While Drogo's memories destroyed the priest's brain, many of the priest's memories also entered Drogo's mind.

The content was negligible to him. It was hard to say whether the priest was crazy or was influenced by him. These memory fragments were filled with many twisted and crazy fragments.

And it seems that the priest has done a lot of things to capture consciousness. In the memory fragments, his self-awareness jumps between the priest, the bullying child, the aunt, and a dog.

It’s a big deal.

Drogo tried to find something useful among these things.

He discovered that the ultimate goal of the Soul Ascenders was not just to construct a super-conscious collective.

All intelligent creatures must also leave their physical bodies, live in an omnipotent consciousness space, and return to the collective after death.

The body itself is taken care of by a collective consciousness that has become a "god", which controls various mechanical equipment.

From now on, all intelligent creatures no longer need to return to reality and can spend their lives in a beautiful fictional space.

Drogo is familiar with this idea, from The Matrix.

In the end, he did not find any more useful content before this space was completely destroyed.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the magic device with the tiefling on it.

His consciousness returned.

There are a lot of magic runes around, emitting powerful magic power, which should have been set up by Fulin.

"Flynn?" Drogo tried to call out, and made a joke at the same time. "If I move, these runes won't explode me to death?"

"Are you okay?"

Flynn immediately came to Drogo, her eyes full of concern, and checked him up and down.

"Are you really okay?"

"See, I told you it's okay." Doudou said from the side.

"Stop talking, little brat!"

"Who is the little brat?"

Fulin took back all the runes and wanted to destroy the magic device that caused the accident. She had not taken action just now because she was afraid that a rash destruction would affect Drogo.

"No, it may be useful to keep it." Drogo stopped him immediately.

"How long will I be unconscious?"

"How long? It should be less than ten minutes."

"Such a short time?" Drogo was a little surprised. In the space of consciousness, he felt that he had spent forty minutes to an hour.

The two have a different perception of the speed of time flow.

From another perspective, the time it took for the unfortunate priest to be overwhelmed by the massive amount of information was even shorter.

"My consciousness was just invaded by the Ascended Souls, or the people from the Mammon sect."

"Soul Ascender?" Fulin had also heard of this name. "That little evil cult from a long time ago?"

"Yes, but now they should be neither small nor broken, and they can all trick me. Fortunately, this dragon is more skilled."

"So this is not an accident. The magic device is a trap set for you by the Soul Ascender."

"That's understandable," Drogo shrugged, "but now the trap has become a gift. The person who set the trap is not dead, but he is almost dead. This machine must be taken away. There are still many things I want to know about the Soul Ascendant."

For example, try connecting to it yourself.

"Okay." Fulin reluctantly agreed with Drogo's decision.

"Okay, now it's time to give the church a small gift." Drogo stretched his neck and said, "Continue as planned, clean up the scene, and change the memories of these Mammon believers. Doudou and I will leave first to deal with the matter of the Magic Vision Station."

Although some minor incidents occurred, the original goal of this operation remains unchanged.

Churches and sects have the best of both worlds.

Fulin took out something that looked like a pen, clicked a button and a red light popped out, which she pointed at the three believers on the first floor, and the light flashed.

Saint El's little invention, a spellcasting tool made based on the elf's memory to modify spells.

It is very popular among elves, allowing elves who cannot learn this spell to fine-tune their memories.

That’s right, you can use this thing on yourself.

However, the one that Fulynn used was designed specifically for Drogo's request.

The appearance is actually a suit, which originally included a pair of sunglasses, but Fulin didn't want to wear them.

This thing is easy to trigger, but fine-tuning the memory cannot be done by just saying it; it still requires some operation, so Fulin stayed here to write the story according to the script, while Drogo left first with Doudou.

Return to the engineering department of the Magic Vision Headquarters in Twin Towers City.

"What else is there? Isn't the operation over?" Doudou lay down on the sofa.

Complained dissatisfiedly: "Even if there is overtime pay, you can't keep working overtime without rest."

"There is one last step. We need to transfer the Mammon sect's hijacking spell to the path of the magic sight that is currently being used, so that the church can discover it."

Doudou jumped up and said, "It will be ready soon."

"Not right away. Wait until Fulynn is sure that the evacuation is complete," Drogo stopped him.

"Then why are you in such a hurry to come back?" Doudou asked puzzledly.

"Do the whole act."

Drogo answered.

"Don't we have an emergency power switch to cut off the signal from the magic viewer?"

"Yes, but it's not useful now."

The power-off system was set up temporarily when the plan was not finalized in order to prevent the Mammon sect from causing trouble through the magic camera again.

If the scene that triggers the illusion appears again, just stop the magic video machine signal.

"No, no, no, it can be used now. If the church finds out that we did nothing when the signal was hijacked, they will definitely think there is something fishy going on. So we have to activate the power-off system, but at the same time, in order to ensure that the film is played to the end, the power-off system must have a fault. Then we have to show the church the scene of the emergency repair."

Drogo tells the follow-up plan.

Doudou gave a lewd smile after hearing this.

"You are the one who is dirty."

"Pay attention, there must be a real malfunction, because at that time the church people will probably interrogate our engineers, and they won't be able to pass the Word of Truth appraisal, so in the engineers' understanding, the power system must really be malfunctioning."

Doudou was stunned when he heard this. "You mean, now I need to break a system that was originally built."

"Yes."

"That's not good. I designed the whole system. If it breaks down, it will be embarrassing for me."

Doudou was reluctant.

Leading a group of engineers gave him an unprecedented sense of accomplishment.

Those people respected him very much, and he conquered them with his excellent technical level.

The low-level failure he has now caused is very inconsistent with his glorious image and a big stain on his career.

"Is that the point? Isn't it normal to have some glitches? Have you never had any problems before?"

Doudou shook his head.

Drogo was speechless.

After a few seconds of silence.

"Okay, let's put it this way. The black-hearted boss Drogo, who doesn't understand technology, insists on testing the power-off system himself. During the test, he gives orders and expresses his opinions. Mr. Doudou, an excellent system engineer, is unable to stop him, which ultimately leads to the entire accident. Is that ok?"

(End of this chapter)