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"Then, in reality, we don't even need to debate like we did just now—we just need to let the Lord's Holy Object make the choice. It will naturally determine who is the true Favored One and who is the deceitful liar."

The cult leader had a fierce look on his face.

He placed the sculpture on the ground and took out a dagger from his arms.

Without the slightest hesitation, the cult leader flipped his wrist, and the arc of the dagger disappeared in a flash, splashing a trace of blood.

Blood dripped onto the evil god statue, and white smoke rose up. The evil god statue seemed to be gradually revived by the stimulation of the blood, and was constantly humming and vibrating, and had its own activity.

This was the cult leader's desperate move, but it was also his way to make a comeback.

A hint of confidence reappeared in the cult leader's eyes, and he glanced at Last across from him.

Look, no matter how much you say, as long as the Lord's holy object is revived, all the truth will be revealed!

Time passed minute by minute, and the blood-colored lines on the sculpture became clearer and clearer, completely activated, as if it had a life of its own.

Until one moment, the sculpture suddenly rose into the air, with blood-red ripples rippling in the air.

Then--

Under the cult leader's eager and expectant gaze, the statue of the evil god, having completed its activation and resuscitation, soared into the air, drawing a light, blood-red arc in mid-air.

Just like that, it passed in front of the cult leader.

Finally, it fell directly into Rast's hands and lay down obediently.

It's just like the goddess who runs straight into the arms of another man while being watched desperately by a dog.

Chapter 202 What is God's Right Hand, Vice-King of Heaven (Two in One)

There are cows, there are cows!

Looking at the evil god sculpture that drew an arc in the air and fell easily into Last's hands, the cult leader's eyes were bloodshot and he almost vomited blood.

There's no way. After all, no matter who the lickspittle is, when he sees the cold and unattainable goddess whom he tries so hard to lick, actually taking off her clothes and throwing herself into the arms of someone else... it's impossible for him not to be defeated.

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

"You must have used illusions to deceive the Lord's holy relic! This is impossible!"

His hands couldn't stop shaking, a ferocious roar erupted from his throat, and he reached for his waist tremblingly and grabbed the handle of the pistol.

However, before the cult leader could raise his pistol and point it at Last.

boom--

A gunshot rang out, echoing throughout the entire manor that was the cult's headquarters.

The gunshots did not come from in front of him, where the Rast camp was, but from behind him.

The cult leader had an incredible look on his face. He covered his back, which was pierced by a bullet, with some disbelief, his expression frozen.

Then, he fell straight to the ground, making a dull sound like a broken sack falling to the ground.

"You damn liar!"

"Even though their deception has been exposed by the Lord's holy relic, they still dare to take desperate measures and try to harm the real Lord Favored One!"

Angry voices erupted from the camp of the cult leader's diehard followers.

Perhaps because they were worried that the cult leader was not completely dead yet, or perhaps because they were angry about being deceived by him before, these former diehards fired many more shots at the cult leader's body lying on the ground.

They didn't stop until the cult leader's body had been completely turned into a hornet's nest by the trolls.

Obviously, after witnessing the theological debate and the choice made by the sculpture, and then seeing the cult leader's broken defense at this moment—

Even his most loyal followers considered the cult leader's actions to be desperate measures after his scam was exposed.

The more fanatical these people were in following the cult leader before, the more insane their anger and hatred became after they chose to cut ties with him.

"I'm so sorry, Master Favorer."

"We were not careful enough and fell for this liar's sweet talk."

"I was almost used by the other party and attacked the Lord's true messenger... I ask the Lord to punish me."

"It doesn't matter."

Facing these surrendered traitors, Last simply shook his head slightly. "The Lord loves the world. Even if you have been deceived in the past, as long as your faith remains unfaded, you are still His followers and are qualified to enter His eternal Kingdom after death."

As he spoke, Last did not spare too much energy to pay attention to the cultists in front of him who had ecstatic expressions on their faces.

He simply focused all his attention on the evil god sculpture in his hand, which was engraved with blood-colored patterns and lay obediently in his palm.

Last was very familiar with this sculpture made of black iron.

The evil god's pollutants, the origin of the Iron Cross Plague... In a sense, they can also be said to be the fuse that interrupted the entire civilization process of the Sixth Epoch, turning it from the prosperous Golden Age to the Dark Age.

During the three hundred years, Last had obtained this sculpture countless times, and he knew every detail and texture of the sculpture by heart.

However, at that time, Last was just a transcendent who had just stepped into the first level. He was trapped in the Deep Blue Harbor and could only rely on himself to explore all the transcendent knowledge. He had only a vague understanding of the concepts of gods, the Threshold of the Seraph, pollutants, mental power...

Because of this, his use of the evil god's contaminant was quite superficial. Most of the time, he only used it as a prop to gather monsters and attract the attention of the surrounding Iron Crosses, nothing more.

But at this moment.

After becoming a Night Traveler, experiencing so many night worlds, so many echoes of history, even infiltrating the gravekeepers as a spy, and learning many secrets of the First Age, mythical creatures, and the Age of Gods...

Whether in terms of strength, vision or knowledge, Last is completely different from when he was trapped in Deep Blue Harbor.

and so--

At this moment, facing the evil god sculpture in front of him, he couldn't help but have some bolder ideas.

……

"grim Reaper?"

"You said you once sensed the breath of the God of Death in a certain country, and knew how to enter the Netherworld where the God of Death slept?"

"You also know the location of the gravekeepers' stronghold and the whereabouts of the Eternal Night Stele that survived from the First Age?"

There were restless mental fluctuations, with the black iron sculpture as the origin, constantly transmitted to Last's mind.

After Last's attempts, he has roughly grasped the state of this evil god sculpture.

On this pollutant, there is a trace of the source of the Iron Cross Plague, the divine consciousness of the evil god.

Although it was only a tiny wisp of divine consciousness, perhaps not even one ten-thousandth of the original body, it was still a real divine consciousness. So the cult leader's previous statement that this sculpture was the Lord's sacred object, representing the embodiment of the evil god's will, was actually not wrong.

However, because all the gods in the world are trapped in the Threshold of Seraphim, the remaining divine consciousness on this sculpture and the evil god's body are currently isolated by the Threshold of Seraphim and cannot communicate with each other, but exist independently.

In addition, this evil god statue had been submerged in the deep sea before being fished out from the deep sea by the cult leader. It had been dormant for a long time. It had just been revived and activated not long ago, and the operation of its divine consciousness was not very smooth.

To put it in simple terms - this evil god's divine consciousness has damaged its brain because it slept for too long, and its brain is not very sharp at the moment.

It was for this reason that just now, Last used his mental power to casually transmit some secret information about the old god of death and the gravekeeper, and he hooked up this trace of evil god's divine consciousness like fishing for black carp.

There is no way, after all, Rast is no longer a weakling.

The clues he had regarding the Age of Gods and the grave keepers were enough to attract the attention of a god if he just revealed some of them.

It made him abandon the follower he personally chose, the original leader of the cult—

Instead, he eagerly and eagerly threw himself into Rast's arms.

"Lord, higher than the stars, more eternal than the sun, omniscient and almighty, great Lord, please be patient."

Last used his mental power to transmit vibrations to the evil god sculpture.

"Even if we know the gravekeeper and the location of the abyss where the old god of death sleeps."

"But with your current state of consciousness, even if you get the clue, I'm afraid it will be difficult to achieve your goal."

Rast used a tone like coaxing a child, slowly and calmly persuading him word by word.

"Therefore, our top priority right now is to find a way to complete your Divine Descent Ritual—"

"Let your power transcend the threshold of the Blazing Heaven, complete the divine descent, and descend directly into the human world."

"Only after completing the Divine Descent can your mighty power be unleashed upon the Western Continent. Whether it's the Eternal Night Stele within the Gravekeepers, or the Old Death Gods slumbering in the Netherworld, their Star Grails and authority unclaimed... they will then become your prey."

After hearing Last's advice, the remaining evil god consciousness in the evil god statue gradually calmed down and was no longer as agitated as before.

Of course, the reason why this divine consciousness was able to calm down was not because he became smarter or his brain became sharper.

It was because Rast's skill in coaxing children was so good that he felt that his beloved was really smart and could share his worries.

"My beloved, what you said does make some sense."

"In that case, let's complete the descent ritual first and let the power of my true self descend upon the mortal world. This was the original plan."

On the evil god sculpture, the blood-colored lines flickered.

Because of the existence of the Threshold of Seraphim, the gods remaining on the Threshold of Seraphim cannot arbitrarily bring their own power to the Western Continent.

They can only exert their influence through their own religious orders or interfere with the world through pollutants.

Even the so-called "divine descent" has great limitations.

The true bodies of the gods could never descend directly to the Western Continent. The so-called descent of the gods actually meant choosing a container and a carrier in the human world, and the evil gods would then place part of their divine thoughts and power within that carrier and container, walking through the world in the form of a "half-body" or "incarnation."

Of course, such a divine descent also means that the selection of carriers and containers is extremely demanding.

After all, if the quality of the vessel that God descends from is not high and cannot bear the power and divine thoughts of the gods, then even if the divine power that descends is strong, it will be like a child swinging a sledgehammer and will not be able to exert its full strength.

The original purpose of the evil god of Deep Blue Harbor was to let the Iron Cross Plague completely break out on the Western Continent, causing the civilization of the Sixth Epoch to follow the laws of nature and enter a dark age of decline. As for the descent of God, it was merely a means for him to achieve his goal and show his majesty.

Just make a big noise, the actual effect of the descent of God is not important.

Therefore, His original plan was to randomly choose a believer as a container and carrier, and then directly perform the divine mission. After all, this kind of container is disposable, so it doesn’t matter if it breaks after use, so there is no need to feel bad.

But at this moment, with the clues he got from Rast, his thinking also changed.

"God's Descent" is no longer just for showing off his power. He also needs to use his incarnation after the Descent to explore the underworld, obtain the legacy of the old god of death, and even go to the Gravekeeper Organization to try to obtain the Eternal Night Stele.

Given this, the Deep Blue Harbor Evil God instantly became much more demanding in his choice of vessel and carrier for his divine descent. After all, both the Gravekeeper and the Old Death God were beings of equal status to the Deep Blue Harbor Evil God...

It would be hilarious if the container He sent down could not withstand the fierce battle between gods of the same level, and it was shattered in the middle of the battle.

At least, it would absolutely not work to just randomly find one of your own believers to be used as a vessel for advent.

The Evil God of Deep Blue Harbor fell into deep thought.

But soon, an idea suddenly struck him, and his eyes lit up.

"Your soul and mental strength... seem quite pure."

"As the vessel and carrier of my arrival, the resilience of the soul is particularly important. Only a strong and pure soul can withstand the pressure of the divine will."

"In other words, as a vessel for advent, you are the best choice."

"But if you do this, your body will completely become a carrier of my power, and your soul will be completely crushed into dust before my divine consciousness, and no self-awareness will remain..."

When he said this, the Deep Blue Harbor Evil God couldn't help but fall into a slight hesitation.

Ordinary believers can be seen everywhere, in large numbers. They are treated as consumables and supplies sent by God, and there is no regret in throwing them away after use.

However, those guys are useless except for praising our Lord all day long... and someone like Last is so clever and smart, who can put forward his own ideas and suggestions, and use his subjective initiative to help the Deep Blue Harbor Evil God solve problems. He is a unique exception among the believers.

Even the Deep Blue Harbor Evil God felt it was a pity to let such a sensible and obedient person be consumed as a vessel for God's descent and a disposable consumable.

After he descends as a god, he will definitely establish a huge religious group on the Western Continent, or even a kingdom of God on earth.

By then, talents like Last will surely become the leaders of the sect, the kings of the kingdom of God, and the capable men who will help him control the faith.

Not to mention, the other party is hiding so many secrets about the Age of Gods, which are extremely valuable information.

"It is my supreme honor to dedicate myself to the Lord and become the vessel for your glory to return to the world."

However, facing the divine thought's hesitation, Rast looked pious and his eyes were firm.

As if he had seen through the divine consciousness's concerns, he spoke again: "As for the secrets I know in my heart, when the Lord descends upon my body, all you need to do is crush my soul and read out those memory fragments from it."

"My self-consciousness has dissipated, and my own death is a small matter—"

"But if this delays your glorious display in the mortal world, your pursuit of the eternal cause of hunting down the Gravekeepers and the Old Gods of Death, and becoming the King of All Gods, the God of Gods, then that will be a sin for which I will never be able to atone, even if I die a thousand times."

"Please Lord, please allow me to be the vessel for your coming!"

There was a determined light in Rast's eyes, as if there was a lion hiding in them.

What does it mean to be God's right hand, the deputy king of heaven, who solves problems for the Lord? (Spreads hands)