I Have Doraemon's Treasure Bag

Upon inspection, the identities of the two were revealed.

Qin Yi and Qin Er were obviously annoyed by the questioning during this time, and Qin Er waved his hand and said, "Yes, yes, that's right, eldest brother, I was almost killed on the battlefield before, what he did The elder brother never came to see me."

"During the mental scan, Brother Ding passed by." Qin Yi reminded.

"I'm talking about letting him come to see me with a fruit basket!"

"...free time."

After listening to the interaction between the two, Jin Sanxian asked: "I didn't say this, this task is dangerous, and it needs a complete facelift before executing the task - Pavilion Master Ding can agree with you to go, don't you think? The mission is not as dangerous as you imagined?"

Everyone around them pricked up their ears.

They are all thinking, is it possible that this task is to gild the prince?

No, no, no, Brother Ding's words can't do such a thing.

"Are you serious?"

Qin Er always felt that he was being looked down upon: "All my achievements in the red zone were made by myself, and it has nothing to do with that surname Ding!"

To outsiders, they are rigorous and unsmiling.

In fact, in the spiritual link, these young people have been chatting for a long time.

Soon, they knocked on the door of the office.

knock knock --

"Come in."

Chapter 183 The First Arrival of the Gods [343/[*]]

"Your task is difficult."

"I need you to change your face and dive into the Western world to figure out the development model of those emerging Holy Sees, and the location of the false gods and their godheads."

"Before leaving, I will bless you with lucky shelter every day, and instill in you common sense and language about the Western world, which can help you to smoothly integrate into it, but cannot give you a real new identity."

"If your identities are suspected, please act accordingly."

"Remember, in this mission, you are only responsible for me, and you don't care about other people's orders... Of course, others have no chance to issue orders to you."

"If it's really life-threatening, you can call me through a mental imprint, and I'll do my best to take away the people who call for help."

"It's best not to reveal your true identity. Even if you are seen from the Eastern World, don't reveal your affiliation."

"By the way, if you need anything, you can also contact it through spiritual branding. If conditions permit, I can airdrop supplies to you."

Memory indoctrination, cosmetic surgery, language practice...

After a week of preparation time, a group of white-skinned and pointed-eared western half-elves were ready to go. From their appearances, they could only vaguely see their original appearance.

As for Ding Dangmao, the place of 'birth' was already arranged for them.

After burying the [Practical Mini Car Series] in advance, and fasting the seat belts for everyone, Ding Dangmao controlled the props computer and sent them over in batches.

Dressing up is a Western custom.

To be precise, Ding Dangmao personally found it from a commoner's home...

By the way, they also changed their memory.

A lot of common sense is taken from the people of the Western world, and most of them are low-level power users or ordinary people. It is not a problem to rely on these memories to play the role of ordinary people.

If you just want to reach the top, it is a little dangerous.

Before, when the Western world went crazy, it was those who tried to get close to (or have become) high-level people. They were unable to escape under the powerful clean-up efforts, and naturally died on the spot.

In other words, these young men in the SS had to start their espionage work from scratch; it just so happened that the Red Zone had never had any experience as a spy, only the corresponding memory...

But being a spy is not about screwing screws in a factory, it's too technical.

As a result, only the indoctrination of memory and even perception is a little useless.

If it weren't for Ding Dangmao, it would still hang up...

This group of guards will definitely die.

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The sky changed from night to day.

Feeling the lack of a lot of willpower, only the T3-level Jin Sanxian knew that he had crossed half a planet and came to a completely unfamiliar Western world.

This is... the Blood Empire.

It is one of the three remaining religious states in the Western world that has not collapsed.

However, compared with the monotheistic religions of the past, the Yixue Empire has been completely in a bad posture in the past two years. The Holy See's arbitration team will not walk out of the gate even with a whip. This has led to the proliferation of cults and false gods in the Yixue Empire in the past two years. Believers do the trick.

Jin Sanxian blinked his blue eyes and walked out of the alley alone.

He has no teammates, and this kind of task is performed by one or two personal guards.

Otherwise, there are so many excellent power users in one area, no matter how you think about it, there is a problem, so you can only send them to various areas.

"I want to be a spy, but where do I start?"

He couldn't help thinking in his mind.

In the Western world, it is easy to join a certain religion, but it is very difficult to become a full member, and it is even more difficult to join a high-level person-because if you mix in with false beliefs, most of them will be identified.

After all, it is a super power world, and it is quite simple to test a person's belief concentration.

Jin Sanxian, who walked out of the alley, was naturally integrated into the environment.

Every step you take, you can see the surrounding scenery.

A sense of familiarity that I had experienced in memory came over me.

The city is noisy, people after the fall of God survive as before, people come and go on the streets, and there are white-skinned half-elves everywhere, which is quite in line with the aesthetics of Jin Sanxian.

Originally, the splendid Holy See that stood in the center of the city, now looks dirty from a distance, showing an old and dilapidated appearance, even the iron gate has been dragged away-a long distance away, the golden worms are mixed. The body can also smell an odor.

More than half of the statue of the divine envoy erected by the Holy See, which is of great commemorative value, has also been damaged due to disrepair, and only the lower half of the body has not fallen.

Its body is full of traces of scribbling and painting, as well as bullet holes swept by bullets, all of which indicate the people of the Blood Empire... At least the people in this city have lost their right to God's respect.

On the day when God fell, countless people woke up from their dreams.

They had a dream of more than ten years or even decades, and suddenly woke up.

It's normal to wake up a little bit.

"Hello sir, you look lost."

In the downtown area, Jin Sangang had not walked for a long time when someone blocked his way.

The latter was stunned for a moment, and instinctively felt that he was exposed somewhere, and then he realized what this person was doing...

"If you don't want to continue to be confused, please stop believing in the false god in the city center, join our sea gods, there are a total of seven gods for you to believe in... It doesn't matter if you don't like it, take a look Well, this is our teaching!"

Jin Sanxun instinctively expressed his refusal.

And the urge to call the police surged in my heart.

Immediately it was realized that this place was not a red zone, and the new gods were the norm.

Seeing his dazed look, the person standing in the way was also a missionary, and he stuffed this pamphlet promoting the doctrine of the god of the sea into Jin Sanxian's arms...

"Thank you, I'll consider it." Jin Sanxun smiled and sent the man away.

Putting the pamphlet in his pocket, he continued to tour the city.

Half an hour later, he encountered three more waves of missionaries.

Only then did I understand that ordinary people like myself, who had no signs of anything, were simply fragrant buns in the eyes of missionaries.

Wherever they look, many people are hanging on signs.

The logo above shows their beliefs.

Even unbelievers will put up blank signs without logos.

"I was abrupt."

Jin Sanhan flipped through the pamphlets that the three waves of missionaries had forced on him.

It is true that today's missionaries have a better attitude than when they were shouting and killing heretics during the monotheistic period a few years ago.

However, the four pamphlets each represent a different deity.

That is, the 'pseudo-god' in the mouth of Ding Pavilion Master.

He flipped open the booklet and read it on a park bench...  

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Since the split of the godhead, new religions have sprung up one after another.

From the divided godhead, the one that absorbs the beliefs of all living beings and grows slowly is the new god... that is, the pseudo-god in the mouth of fundamentalists.

In the process, the believers also gradually figured out the reason for the collapse of the godhead.

Knowing that between the gods and the believers, there is not one party who is high above and doesn't care;

New gods do exist.

They are interdependent with believers.

The power of faith has become their power, which can maintain the existence of the gods; and believers obtain spiritual comfort from their beliefs, and at the same time, they can also obtain the blessings of the gods, and even directly give power!

Of course, most of the time, believers are paying, and gods are collecting rent.

Just like a worker who works for a boss, the value created is always much more than the salary in hand - but compared with the boss you want to punch to death, the gods can at least give you spiritual comfort.

When the gods really exist and show a human-like character.

In just two years, most Westerners' views of God have changed.

The new religions are the most prominent.

And in the new gods, there are also factions...

Pseudo-gods are divided into two major factions: the one with the largest proportion is the "Divine Language System". In order to ensure the purity of the gods, and also to protect the spirits of the gods from being overwhelmed by human desires, the cultists have built protective walls (filters) for the gods. , to the greatest extent possible to isolate the most direct communication between God and man.