Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor

Steel Body (Blue)

Type: Engineering product

Weight: 14.8 kg

Equipment effect: Improve overall stability, general skill [Charge Lv1], active skill [Passionate Kick]

Description: This imaginative product, created by the player, combines three white equipment and one blue equipment. It perfectly retains the original equipment effects and, with the blessing of excellent craftsmanship, slightly increases the stability effect.

A strong and durable body——Comment from the modder

Lin Bo asked [Picking up trash makes me happy] for some spray paint and painted the steel skeleton into jet black. This was to create a unified style with the mage's appearance and also to have a certain anti-rust effect.

Thursday is the gathering day for the elder believers.

The night watchman showed up on time, and church members who arrived first and later greeted him one after another. Many of them spoke in a more cautious and gentle tone than before.

This was the first congregational meeting after the hurricane, and more people came than usual. All the believers in the town who had served the old man all their lives gathered here.

Behind the pulpit, the old priest nodded deeply to Lin Bo.

There was a black circle painted on his forehead. The believers could guess that it was the symbol of following the miracle face. Displaying it openly meant that today's gathering was destined to be different from usual.

After the routine scripture chanting, the old priest publicly announced the strange phenomena that happened to the townspeople, claiming that Stone Tower Town was a holy place where the Five Gods appeared and all living beings here were protected.

The congregants nodded, smiling contentedly as they looked at each other. After the hurricane, divine blessing had become a common understanding among the locals, and everyone felt deeply honored.

The old priest declared, "A miracle has befallen Stone Tower. This event will divide future history into two worlds. The old world has not yet perished, but it is doomed to disappear. A new era will be ushered in by the followers of the miracle, right here, right now."

All the believers present agreed, and their excitement could not be concealed in their whispers.

The lecturer on the stage threatened to restore order and reorder the priorities of the five gods.

"The old man is the most respected of the five gods. His wisdom guides the eldest son, the Holy Father; the eldest daughter, the Good Mother; the second son, the Craftsman; and the youngest son, the Warrior. This is the truth that has been hidden.

"The Miracle Worker is the mortal representative of the Five Gods, the embodiment of the Holy Spirit. He and the Five Gods are one. We will establish a new sect to spread the gospel of miracles.

"Now, brothers who are willing to join the Tower Guardian Order, please come and receive the unction." The old priest asked the servants to bring the unction.

After the voice faded, the air in the church suddenly fell silent, and the five gods on the tapestry lowered their eyes and stared at the world.

In this silence, led by the mayor, the elderly believers lined up and bowed before the servants, allowing them to smear black ointment on their foreheads.

Lin Bo sat upright and watched.

Until the last lay believer received the anointing and joined the order.

The believers who followed the miraculous face turned and looked at the lighthouse keeper who was left alone on the first row of benches. He was the only one present who had not been anointed.

The old priest stepped out of the crowd, knelt before the night watchman, clasped his fingers together, and whispered, "Miracle Worker, please reveal your true face so that the world can worship you."

The wizard in the windbreaker stood up, raised his hand and grabbed a three-eyed black skull mask from the air, and covered his cheek with it.

There was an uncontrollable cry of surprise all around.

Then, ordinary people gathered and surrounded him in silence, their eyes full of eagerness, and they gradually bowed and knelt.

The three-eyed skull lowered its head slightly, looking down at the crowd.

The church was silent, with incense curling up in the air. The skylight shining through the long windows was like a silver silk painting, encompassing him and his believers.

It was a clear autumn morning in Stone Tower.

Chapter 53: Saint's Promise, Fungus-speaking Seagull

"(EXPLETIVE) GET UP."

An indistinct noise blew out from under the black skull mask.

The scent of incense lingering in the noses of the believers in the church seemed to turn cold in an instant. Their palms pressed to the ground felt a slight pain, and strong nerve impulses passed through their spines, causing them to unconsciously straighten their backs and straighten their legs with trembling.

The anointed members of the order were immersed in great joy and their minds were dazed. When they came to their senses, they found that they had stood up again and were standing in front of the miracle worker.

dong dong——

The bodies of the people whose bodies were controlled by the cursed power of Master Zhenming were belatedly realized, and their hearts were beating rapidly, but there was no fear on their faces.

The old priest asked, "Miracle Worker, Holy One we worship, what instructions do you have for your followers? How should we spread your gospel?"

Lin Bo turned off the voiceprint eraser and replied gently, "Take care of yourselves, maintain a good life, stay healthy and kind. If you are able, help those in need. This is my request to you."

"I, I will obey!" "Me too."

The officials, merchants, night watchmen, old fishermen and old sailors present, regardless of their status, were all immersed in the grace of miracle and tolerance.

Lin Bo looked around at the crowd, waiting for them to quiet down before continuing, "Stone Tower Town will be a peaceful and prosperous place. Do not hate or envy your neighbors and relatives, and do not tolerate their mistakes. If you encounter any difficulties, you can seek my help."

He told the believers present that if they needed a miracle to happen, they should hang a whale oil lamp on the roof, under the eaves, or in front of the door at night. This was an agreement between the saint and his believers.

"After you return, sort out the old items in your home. Pay attention to antiques and miscellaneous items that are old and have historical stories. Send them to the church for me to review and select. If I choose something useful, I will reward the contributor."

"Yes." The believers did not show any embarrassment. It was natural to offer sacrifices for their faith. Joining a religious order often meant that all personal property had to be donated to God.

The grace of miracles made them willing.

With believers actively collecting, it would be easier to obtain remnant relics in the future. This was also the main purpose of Lin Bo establishing a secret sect.

"Finally, there is one more thing."

Everyone straightened their faces and listened attentively.

The three-eyed skull said quietly, "Don't hurt the seagull."

The members of the order looked at each other, then agreed in unison.

"You can leave now." Lin Bo sat down again, "Go back to your lives."

They walked quietly before the saint one by one and bowed in worship, then walked out of the church quickly. The warm and refreshing breeze from Stone Tower Town blew, and the ointment on their foreheads emitted bursts of coolness.

The mayor stayed until the last one. After everyone else had dispersed, leaving only the old priest and the page boys cleaning the church, he quietly asked, "Saint, the current Viscount Pearl is missing. Should we send someone to Hongdu to inquire about the heir to his family's domain?"

Lin Bo said bluntly: "So you don't want the lord to change."

"Yes, the current Viscount Pearl is completely indifferent to the management of the territory, delegating power to local officials. He himself has long lived in Hongdu. If a noble who enjoys managing the territory is appointed, he may take negative actions against the good deeds of spreading the gospel of miracles in Stone Tower Town."

"That's it?"

The mayor was slightly startled, then he seemed to think about it. "Yes, even if Emperor Evin himself came, what would happen? Mortals must eventually serve miracles. No one in this land can be rude to you. I shouldn't have wasted your time."

"Go."

After the last believer had bid farewell, Lin Bo stood up, took off his mask, and returned to being the approachable and well-known lighthouse keeper.

The mysterious aura surrounding him seemed to dissipate as the mask was removed, and the church boys finally mustered the courage to look at him.

Lin Bo asked the old priest to carefully guard the items offered by the members of the order, and then waved goodbye.

The attendants' curious eyes followed him until he left the church and disappeared into the bright sunlight. When they could no longer see him, they surrounded the old priest and asked him about the miracle worker.

Lin Bo did not change his schedule and went to the usual place in the morning.

After a hurricane, the woodlands outside the town quickly came back to life.

His sampling and collection of autumn herbs was nearing completion, and he mainly spent time and effort on finding out the true names of the herbs.

Noon, East Cliff Grottoes.

This place has become a military fortress for the seagulls. The white birds bring their catches, either in their beaks or in their claws, and fly into the mushroom greenhouse in waves to offer them to the all-purpose mushroom strains.

The front courtyard of the grotto was swarming with seagulls, so many that they were standing on the waves. The little king stood on the fungus carpet and cackled loudly, while the birds in the shed stared with their large yellow eyes wide and serious.

"The sky belongs to the seagulls!" "Quack, quack!"

"White Marsh, great! Good humans, great!" "Quack, quack!"

Lin Bo went into the greenhouse, and the seagulls on the ground moved aside to make way for him, their eyes still fixed on the little king's speech.

The fungal mat of the all-purpose fungus has completely spread out, and the nine wooden boxes of culture medium are wrapped in thick mycelium, like a wide silk quilt dragged to the ground and spreading on the tarpaulin at the bottom.

Hundreds of sea fish of all sizes were entangled and swallowed by mycelium and gradually digested and decomposed. The dead fish heads were exposed, their eyes emitting a strange light.

This scene reminded Lin Bo of a famous dish called "Looking Up at the Stars".

He touched the fungal blanket with his hand, and the mushrooms were overjoyed. "So full... so full... the bird is very obedient... the feeder is here, I love it, touch the feeder..."

The mycelium was more luxuriant and vigorous than before, and grew at an astonishing rate. It swallowed up Lin Bo's palm in an instant. The soft mycelium pressed gently on his skin, and it felt cool.

Looking at the little king standing on the fungal carpet and spreading the faith of mushrooms, Lin Bo had a strange sense of déjà vu, as if he saw the figure of the old priest.

As a cult leader, he has fewer followers than the mushrooms. When it comes to preaching, the almighty fungus can be said to have both talent and luck.

The little king saw Lin Bo and raised his right wing and waved it, "Good human, make the seagull stronger!"

The flock of birds in the shed immediately looked at the night watchman with admiration and stared at him in unison.

Lin Bo smiled and greeted the seagulls, "(magic words) Are you ready to hug the mushrooms?"

The little king translated his words, "Come all birds and accept the power of White Marsh! We are strong!"

Suddenly, there was a roar like a tsunami, and the seagulls were excited and excited.

The procedure for Limbaugh's Super Seagull transformation was very simple and straightforward.

He would cut a wound on the chest of the seagull that volunteered to sacrifice itself, recite the true names of neurons and flesh, induce the mycelium to differentiate, and allow it to enter the seagull's body through the wound.

The all-round fungus remembers the genetic information of the seagulls and regards them as good servants. Therefore, the parasitic hyphae will not completely devour the flesh and blood of the seagulls, but will replace part of their original tissues and organs to achieve deep symbiosis.

The neurons transformed by mycelium are more than the total number of seagulls' own neurons. This expands the seagulls' brain capacity and assists their thinking, thus significantly improving their intelligence.

The hyphae that penetrate the muscles and organs of the whole body build a rich vascular network. The nutrients stored in the hyphae themselves can be used as a backup energy source, which also significantly improves the endurance and recovery ability of seagulls.

After being parasitized by mycelium, the seagulls can be said to have transformed into a new life form.

The specialized parasites in their bodies have lost the omnipotent nature of the original strains and rely solely on the host's food and digestion, and are unable to synthesize some necessary nutrients.

Therefore, these super seagulls have to return to the fungal mat every once in a while to reconnect the mycelium in their bodies with their bodies, so as to obtain the special ingredients that keep the mycelium active.

If the fungal carpet is not replenished for a long time, the mycelium in the body will gradually die, and the host will not be able to survive.

In just two hours, Limbaugh had transformed over 600 seagulls that had gathered in the grotto. After all, the process was quite simple.

Once the host symbiosis is completed, the incision on the seagull's chest will spontaneously heal until only a cluster of hyphae remains, which will serve as an interface for connecting to the fungal carpet in the future.

The younger the seagulls are, the better they adapt to the parasitic mycelium. Not only do they recover faster, but their abilities also improve more significantly.

In the northern habitat where the little king and his companions live, the seagull population is far more numerous than this. In the next period of time, it will continue to bring new members and continuously expand the minions and servants of the White Swamp.