Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 1137 Seventy-five. Refuge

   God was born from man? Or was man born of God?

   The murmur of divinity emerges from the void, as if the outlines are phantoms, kneeling, reverent, and gathering.

  Agate Lake fell over the sky, and the whirlpool-like gray-white "snowflakes" melted and spread outward, returning the lost colors of the earth.

  There are gods who are born out of faith, and there are gods who are born out of faith.

The sky in the distance seems to have swept away all the colors in the world, and the clouds that fall "snowflakes" are like confused oil paints, mottled colors are entangled in the deep space, surging undercurrents, forming disgusting fears, bizarre pieces of flat, narrow, oval, like eyes swirl.

The murmur around    was not loud, but it was like walking slowly from the depths of the street, and it became clearer as it got closer. Lu Li was about to recognize the prayers, and when he even whispered, they suddenly became blurred.

  Annie stretched out quietly, the roots spread under the mud, the tree trunk stretched out the fertile soil, the canopy was fluffy, the branches extended, from a young tree to a big tree - only the nicks did not disappear but became more profound and clear.

   Her body has become like a banyan tree guard, and the lush canopy draws Lu Li into the shade, like an island sheltering a boat that sinks at any time under the stormy waves.

   "You should be able to open your eyes..."

   As he whispered in his head, Lu Li opened his black eyes.

  Looking up at the sky, the mottled colors in the distance still haunted repulsively, but the nauseating dizziness disappeared.

  The adult Annie canopy enveloped Lu Li and almost covered the wooden house, at the cost of depleting all the humanity that Lu Li had instilled in her.

  It was like an animal storing food for winter, but Annie didn't need to do that anymore, because of Lu Li and because of the camp.

   "How long are we going to wait."

   Lu Li's question turned into a murmur, a prayer flowing into the void, as if he had become one of them.

   "Talk to me in your heart... It depends on Filorina's potential. After the divine fire is conceived, the higher the potential, the longer it will last..."

The incarnation ceremony takes time, and the mother of the swamp and Lu Li talked about their previous advice: "This is the safest way for you... If you have believers, your believers will not make you lost; you gain strength from believers, believers Powered by you . . . may not be the right path for us, but it is the only path in the wilderness."

   Lu Li was silent.

  The Swamp Mother misunderstood that Lu Li was worried about the hidden danger: "If you are worried about the problem, you can let Ophelia start first. The step of nurturing divinity has a way to do it, right?"

This is not a bumpy road. The incubation method of Ability God in Midnight City is quite standard and even streamlined. What should be done in each step has long been solved. Although the incubation method of Ability God disappeared due to the fall of Midnight City, the credit of Lu Li and the land of light is enough. From the town of the gods to come the complete way.

   "I was thinking about the prophecy of the Eternal Dreamer." Lu Li explained.

   "No need to do anything." After returning from Weiner Dungeon, Lu Li, who found Ever Dreamer again, got the same answer as last time. Rather than go with the flow, Lu Li thinks that prophecy is more like going with the flow.

It was like a hungry scavenger walking down the street with the divination of "you'll have a full meal soon", the aroma of the bakery attracting him to stop, and the rich man with a rattling purse passing by, But the scavengers ignored this and moved on, out of town, and saw a steaming soft loaf of bread on a dirt road in the wilderness.

   No need to do anything deliberately, choose something, something suitable for it will suddenly appear in front of you, like soft bread on the road.

   But it is true that Ophelia can choose this path.

Ghosts, evil gods, evil spirits, and weirdness occupy one of the four major systems, not because ghosts are closer to humans, or more than this - ghosts are as mysterious as the inner world behind them, and every ghost will become evil as long as it does not die prematurely. spirit.

   And it's not too difficult - they just need to keep using their power and let the breath of the world take over their souls, and they can become the chaotic evil spirits that rule the rules.

   This makes Ophelia's power a shackle to her as well. Every time she used her power, Ophelia, who was tainted with the atmosphere of the inner world, leaned even more toward the abyss. She became stronger, but also became less like herself.

   Just like a proper spraying of water mist on a painting may make the painting appear real, but the constant spraying will only bring back a clump of mixed colors.

   This kind of mistake has already been staged on Anna, and it shouldn't happen a second time.

   Considering that Ophelia will not refuse to become a god, the plan can be put on the agenda.

  ——The premise is that the twisted figure can safely become an Ability God.

   At this moment, Lu Li suddenly smelled a breath that was more beautiful than human nature from the depths of his soul. Immediately, he discovered that it was not himself that longed for breath, but the belief that was lingering around him from beginning to end, invisible, invisible, intangible, and rejected by himself.

   They are releasing cravings.

   At the same time, Lu Li felt some pure malice swept across the camp, wanton and greed, hatred and terrifying.

  The only good news is that the source of malice is not the Maelstrom and Embers here.

   "Did the twisted figure raise the fire?"

   "In progress."

   Now is the real start.

   Strange creatures throughout Mount Sugard and beyond will sense the divine aura that sublimates their life, and flock to it.

   "Can the camp last to the end?"

After the    voice fell, Lu Li tilted his head and looked towards the south of the camp.

  The real body of the Swamp Mother appeared on the agate stone path.

   He watched from a distance as the shimmering swamp mother turned to the island in the middle of the lake, slightly short.

   A soft whisper resounded in his mind.

   "I was once guarded by the blood of a knight, and now I will protect you like a blood of a knight, my highness."

  …

   Refuge.

   The twisted cultists surrounding the residents knelt on the ground and murmured reverently in the direction of Onyx Lake.

   The murmured prayer here is clearer and grander than the surface. Perhaps because the echoes diffused the voice, perhaps because the conversations of the inhabitants converged into prayer.

   A sudden screeching sound disturbed the tranquility. Hades threw off the apprentice exorcist and rushed into the inhabitants, punching and kicking the praying crowd.

   "Lambs in a herd of pigs, stop me if you don't want to be a catfish!"

   What made him almost mad was the fact that the idiots’ apprentices came to subdue them when they thought they were going crazy again.

   "You...you just lowered the average IQ of exorcists!" Hades cursed with his mouth that was not covered: "Let them stop!"

   "...I'm going to negotiate with the Twisted Cultists."

   Potter also felt that it was not a good thing for the residents to follow the prayers, so he quickly approached the distorted believers on the periphery. Soon, he rushed back with an ugly face: "Let go of Mr. Haders... You are right, chanting prayers will turn residents into believers."

  The people around were stunned, Hades pushed the student's hand away, cursing, "Then what are you doing, shut up these idiots!"

   The apprentice exorcists quickly dispersed, running through the crowd to tell the truth, stagnating the "believers" of the residents.

   (end of this chapter)