I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

The Heart-Seizing Saint Spirit was just a thing created by the Wish Machine's pollution.

On the contrary, Roland breathed a sigh of relief. He muttered, "If that's the case, I'm relieved... If something goes wrong, at most it'll only affect another city."

Brian, the 'Black Abyss Wizard,' also nodded in agreement.

But immediately afterward, the two of them noticed that the people of the church were looking at them with disbelief—at most it would only affect one city? What kind of talk is that? Are you even human?

Seeing the gazes of the crowd, the two coughed awkwardly, not daring to say another word.

It's no wonder Roland and Brian said that; such things were far too common in the Eastern Territory.

Roland alone had personally witnessed, or even participated in, several such incidents—Human Skin Town and Bloodless Fortress were typical examples of affected towns and cities.

The pollution from forbidden areas affected a much larger area than cities.

And the Rainbow Disease in the Kingdom of Amir didn't just affect one city! The entire kingdom was polluted!

In the eyes of Eastern Territory wizards, if the pollution only affected one city, it wasn't a big deal at all.

Just contain it, and it'll be fine.

The Mad Evil pollution is mysterious, and the Rainbow Disease pollution is also mysterious. It doesn't feel that much different; it might even be the same thing.

However, the pollution in this world is indeed quite exaggerated. If the Rainbow Disease is a kind of Black Death, then the Mad Evil pollution is a Black Death with the contagiousness of a major flu.

Indeed, it must be handled with caution. Florence saw that the two of them had stopped talking, puffed out her chest, and said very seriously, "I suggest that after this thing is brought back, it must never be given to Teacher Johnson and the others for research again!

Nor can it be given to Roland!

It should be temporarily kept by the Dawn Society and researched under the auspices of the Saint Hymn Society!

If the Eastern Territory wizards want to research it, they should at least wait until the clergy have purified it with the power of the Three Holy Mothers of Dawn. Lest some strange disaster occur again!"

Hearing this, Roland refused.

Giving it to the Dawn Society could be considered, after all, Williams and the others are big shots in the Society, putting it there is the same as putting it in his own home.

But what the heck is the Saint Hymn Society?

No way!

Just then, Anna suddenly pinched Roland's butt hard.

Roland turned his head in surprise and saw Anna conveying a message with her eyes—give it to them; all of us from the Eastern Territory are mixing in there now! Sister said that 'Belinda' and the others are staying in the Saint Hymn Society. They've been there for over twenty years. They have a lot of influence there, so if it's placed in the Saint Hymn Society, they will definitely be in charge of the research.

After hearing Anna's thoughts, Roland immediately straightened his back.

Yes, not only are there many of his own people in the Saint Hymn Society, but there are also many of his own people in the Dawn Society! Williams is the head of this Society!

Putting the thing in the hands of these two Societies is like putting it in his own home, so what's there to argue about?

If he needs it someday, he can take it away at any time.

He coughed and said, "Alright then, let the two Societies temporarily keep and research it."

What Florence didn't know was that there were now a lot of Eastern Territory spies in the Societies and the Church.

After hearing Roland's words, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Roland, on behalf of the Dawn Society, the Saint Hymn Society, and the Wilmick Diocese, I thank you for your loan and support."

Roland smiled and was about to say something when he felt someone reach over and pinch him hard.

Brian said angrily, "Stop talking nonsense. The Red Moon is still a third of the way up. Are we leaving or not!"

Roland hurriedly led everyone to fly up.

Roland's mental strength was now very vast. He felt as if he had the power of tens of thousands of people.

He scanned every corner of the church with his mind and found that everything was intact and there was no strange mold inside.

So, he led everyone to cast the spell to contain the church.

This time, in just seven or eight seconds, the Snake Ring swallowed the huge church as if it were eating a shadow.

Roland clenched his fist, feeling a little excited.

He thought to himself, 'If magic power isn't considered, then the effect of Senior Sister's origami magic back then was the same.

But her talent skill points were maxed out!

And my magic doesn't have such a high level.

It seems that the effect of magic cast under the Path of Faith is far higher than the effect of magic cast under a single path!

If that's the case, then when I reach the level of a demigod, my magic will be no less than Alexandra's magic!'

Brian urged again, saying, "Are you finished yet? I want to..."

At this moment, Florence suddenly shouted, "Wait! Roland, go back to Koller's corpse! There are people there! There are living people! The shadows of those tens of thousands of people are all there!

The holy Goddess of Dawn saved them!

A total of twenty-seven thousand eight hundred and sixty-six people! Except for Koller, everyone else is there!"

Everyone was shocked. Among these people's shadows were many of their friends. There might even be shadows of some old Black Abyss members!

Originally, everyone was worried about this matter. After all, if these shadows were all gone, the people in Wilmick would also disappear.

If they could bring back the shadows of these people, it would truly be a blessing.

Roland hurriedly led everyone to fly to the location of the previous decisive battle.

Soon, everyone arrived here.

Seeing the scene here, everyone was shocked.

In the large area in the very center, the fungal carpet had turned into thorns and thorn flowers!

The surrounding several blocks, hundreds and thousands of buildings, were covered with dense thorn flower bushes.

The buildings in these ruins were of varying heights, and the thorn flower bushes were also of varying heights. They looked like hills covered with tall flower bushes.

The flowers blooming in the thorn flower bushes were of various colors, but these flowers did not grow together in a messy manner.

Instead, flowers of different colors grew in different areas.

Their colors were divided into blocks.

From a distance, they looked like beautiful flower beds!

Upon closer inspection, these flower beds also grew extremely neatly. Overall, they looked like a combed carpet!

It was as if a gardener with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder had carefully pruned every thorn and every flower here.

Seeing this scene, everyone showed extremely strange expressions.

The shadows of those tens of thousands of people had originally been swallowed by the power of the Mad God, 'Holy Spore Angel'.

But it seemed that a large part of the fungal carpet was slowly turning into thorn flowers.

But... where are the people?

There are no living people here!

At this moment, Florence suddenly exclaimed, "Eden! Isn't this the Holy Eden? The power of the Holy Goddess of Dawn has crossed time and space, covering this area!

This is the Holy Eden created by the God of Dawn during creation in the Old Testament!

All life in our world was born in this Eden!

Quick, quickly take away those people who have been reborn from Eden!"

Everyone asked, "Where are the people!"

Florence anxiously pointed at the thorn flowers below and said, "That's people!"

Everyone: "???"

Seeing everyone's strange gazes, Florence was sweating profusely. She said, "I'm not crazy! That's people, really people!"

Roland closed his eyes and scanned around, finding that all the flowers added up to exactly twenty-seven thousand eight hundred and sixty-six!

Suddenly, Roland understood a little. He looked carefully at the flowers and said, "Florence is right, it's people! Or rather, shadows! They were never living people!"

Everyone looked closely and suddenly understood.

The Heart-Seizing Saint Spirit was originally formless and without appearance, and the ten thousand shadows in the Heart-Seizing Saint Spirit were also formless and without appearance.

They could be in the form of people or spiders.

Of course, they could also be in the form of thorn flowers.

Whether they were straw spiders or thorn flowers, all they had to do was bring them back.

And as long as they were placed in the magic circle prepared by the old Black Abyss members, these flowers would return to the bodies of their original owners like shadows.

Roland closed his eyes and recited a spell.

Then, the flowers, like marionettes, swayed one by one, broke away from the thorns, and flew into Roland's Snake Ring.

Seeing this magic, Brian's expression was a little wonderful. This was her signature magic!

It seemed that as long as she and the others were held by Roland, Roland could use the tricks of any of them.

And it was extraordinarily powerful.

After taking care of these things, Roland hurriedly looked at Isabella and said, "We're going back soon. Quickly turn into Catherine's appearance."

Only then did Isabella remember and hurriedly closed her eyes.

But then, she said with a difficult expression, "I don't know how to change! Father used to turn me into Catherine's appearance!"

Roland frowned, suddenly understanding what was going on.

He said, "You shouldn't have been able to change into your own appearance, but you are now half-fused with the Heart-Seizing Saint Spirit. Let's solve this problem when we get back. I'll disguise you first."

As he spoke, Roland's mind moved, and the magic mirror flew out of his Snake Ring and appeared in front of Isabella.

He had Isabella cooperate with him and call Catherine's name twice at the magic mirror, and then Isabella's appearance changed.

Brian said, "You kid, you're too meticulous. Are you done or not? Is there anything else left out?"

Roland looked at Anna and noticed she still looked like Jeanne. So, he nodded.

Brian hurriedly chanted the spell, and then the door of the Wishing Machine gradually opened.

The abstract, non-Euclidean geometry door expanded like a ball of light.

Everyone was sucked into the wormhole of the plane by an invisible force.

As he moved away from this world, Roland looked back and saw a figure vaguely in the flower garden behind him.

It seemed to be a beautiful angel, carefully tending to her garden.

—The Dawn Holy Mother?!

The back view was so familiar, Roland widened his eyes, wanting to catch a glimpse of the Holy Mother's profile.

But the Holy Mother seemed to deliberately turn her head away.

Just then, Roland was sucked into the black hole, and the scene before him completely disappeared.

Roland couldn't help but think of the Dawn Holy Mother's statue—it was exactly the same!

A very puzzling thought appeared in his mind: 'Isn't this the Mad God? Why is it the same as the Dawn Goddess's statue?

Could it be that the Dawn Sect actually worships the Mad God?

No, impossible!

The Heavenly Kingdom Scriptures clearly distinguish between the Old Dawn Three Gods and the New Dawn Three Gods, one called 'Mad God' and the other called 'Suffering God'!

Judging from the Heavenly Kingdom Scriptures and the Dawn Sect's doctrines, they definitely do not worship the Mad God. They worship the Suffering God!

Moreover, this sect's actions are very upright, completely different from the likes of Coleridge, who is a heretic!

But why is the image of the Suffering God they worship the same as the image of the Mad God?

Why is the image of the Mad God the same as the image of the Suffering God?'

Fortunately, it was Roland who saw that scene just now, not Florence.

Otherwise, her faith would have collapsed!

At this moment, the voices of his companions pulled Roland back to his senses.

—"Cough, um, this time the crossing is so, so long?"

—"B-Brian, will there be a problem with the teleportation?"

—"Impossible, this is the Wishing Machine!

It should be that the other side has done some interference. They probably thought Coleridge would be coming back. Don't worry, when Coleridge teleported, he left a part of the Wishing Machine there. So, no matter how they interfere, we will definitely land. At most half an hour, just wait a little longer."

Florence lowered her head and prayed, muttering softly, "Holy Mother, we have completed our mission. Please send them back and let me stay here forever."

Florence's skin was too thin. In her eyes, social death was equivalent to death.

Hearing her words, everyone's faces turned very ugly.

Anna said, "Don't give up, Florence! We will definitely find a way to solve our problem. We won't be stuck together like this forever. You agree, right, Roland?"

Roland coughed and mumbled a few words, not daring to say anything more.

If it was just being stuck together, that would be a blessing!

Under everyone's insistence, Roland once again took out the Mirror of Truth and tried several times.

The result was that no matter how everyone changed, they only changed positions.

Looking at the current appearance of the six people, Brian was very speechless. She said, "Or, I say, let's just leave it like this. If we consider that we may have to stay together forever, this posture is the most suitable."

Florence desperately covered her face and said, "I really don't understand the meaning of the phrase 'very good'—I absolutely cannot accept this appearance!"

Isabella coughed and said, "I know that among you wizards, there is something called 'mutation science'. I also know that there is a kind of 'mysterious mutation wizard'.

So, you Eastern Territory wizards have a very high degree of acceptance of your own image. So, Brian, were you serious just now?"

Brian coughed and said softly, "At least we can free up our hands... and our legs too."

Anna said with a flushed face, "Yes, I think this is pretty good..."

Looking closely, the six people were now riding on each other's shoulders, with Roland at the bottom and Anna riding on Roland's neck. She thought this was pretty good.

Roland looked at the mirror and didn't say anything.

Just now, during various attempts, he suddenly felt that his wings seemed to have been unloaded, as if he had spat everyone out of his body.

However, although he felt normal in terms of strength, the others were still tightly attracted to him.

It was as if he had grown strange wings and limbs that he couldn't retract.

At this moment, Roland heard Florence say, "Roland, don't listen to Brian and Anna! For the sake of the Holy Mother, please change back to the original appearance."

Brian laughed and said, "Just kidding, this appearance is ugly. Roland, please change back."

Just then, a spot of light suddenly appeared in front of their vision. The spot of light rapidly grew larger, covering the surrounding darkness.

Roland's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly picked up the mirror.

Seventh floor of the inpatient department of Holy Spirit Hospital.

The entire floor was filled with people.

Looking closely, it seemed that many, many people were installing mirrors on the walls, floors, and ceilings.

Many people from the Department of Mysteries were also helping here.

A group of Dawn Sect leaders were here, with you directing the priests, monks, paladins, and even the choir to work.

On the staircase side, there were also many people carrying various carpets and tapestries—everyone seemed to be preparing mirrors and carpets.

Everyone was facing a formidable enemy.

Catherine was also here, but she was using Isabella's image.

Johnson and others were also present. Although they were patients, they were the strongest archbishops in Wilmik.

Many patients other than Old Black Abyss were also helping here.

Everyone was standing with Williams on the seventh floor, studying the documents.

These documents came from the Church Tribunal's Department of Mysteries, the Dawn Sect, and the Holy Hymn Sect.

In fact, there were also many documents from Black Abyss, Twilight, and the Twilight of another world—all in everyone's minds.

Williams said, "It's a pity about that guy Coleridge, otherwise we could have taken his advice. He is the person who knows the 'Mad God' best."

Catherine put down a scroll of documents and said, "Mentor, the plan recorded in the ancient documents of the Dawn Sect is indeed a bit outrageous. But one point has to be admitted.

That is, the Department of Mysteries of the Church Tribunal once used this type of plan to deal with the 'Holy Child'.

Although I have not personally practiced it, I have only read relevant report copies. But the Church's Tribunal is always rigorous in its work and would not joke about this kind of thing.

What's more, Coleridge's evolution into a Mad God Saint Child is the worst-case scenario.

Roland won't die so easily.

At least, according to my perception, he is still very healthy and very active right now."

Speaking of this, Catherine secretly sighed.

She was full of confidence in Roland, but in reality, she was comforting herself.

How could Roland possibly defeat Coleridge?

No... can't think about it anymore.

Williams and the others also shook their heads after listening to Catherine's words.

Everyone was very pessimistic about this matter.

Previously, a group of them had set up a 'fake ascension' scheme to lure Coleridge into the trap.

Normally speaking, Coleridge would definitely go. Because everyone had created a clean pool of water.

Coleridge had worked so hard for so long, wasn't it for this clean pool of water?

This clean pool of water was about to be eaten by someone, so he had to risk his life to go.

As a result, that guy didn't go!

He directly took away the six small pools and went to find that 'rat turd'!

Roland had followed Coleridge voluntarily, but everyone thought he had been kidnapped—after all, this guy couldn't possibly have the power to fight back in front of Coleridge.

He was, after all, Old Black Abyss, right?

Even without the Mind-Stealing Holy Spirit, it would definitely be easy to deal with Roland.

He now had six Mind-Stealing Holy Spirits in his hands, and according to Catherine, Roland had followed him very obediently—Roland must have been Mind-Stealed!

Therefore, that kid Roland was finished.

Based on this situation, everyone considered the worst-case scenario.

In this worst-case scenario, Coleridge would ignite the Mad God Fire in another world and then run back.

Those 'outsiders' told everyone that they all understood some of the Four Mad Gods' magic. Among them, Coleridge was a wizard who specialized in studying 'Holy Spore Angels' and 'Compassionate Foolish Saintesses'.

If Coleridge was a werewolf, then after igniting the God Fire, he might become a 'Holy Child' or a 'Foolish Child'.

The Southern Church's documents contained many documents on how to resist the Mad God.

Among them, the Dawn Sect, which believed in the 'Dawn Three Holy Mothers', understood the 'Mad God Three' best.

In the matter of resisting the 'Holy Child' and the 'Foolish Child', the Dawn Sect came up with a plan.

In this plan, everyone first had to create an 'anchor point' to ensure that people teleporting from another world would definitely appear on the seventh floor.

For the Old Black Abyss, this was not difficult.

Williams and the others had done a lot of research on the Wishing Machine, and since Coleridge had teleported away from the seventh floor, everyone detected the residual teleportation information.

So, as long as everyone was prepared in advance, then when Coleridge teleported back, he could only teleport back from here.

The people of the Dawn Society believed that if Kolled's teleportation landing point was on the seventh floor, then every corner of the seventh floor must be fitted with mirrors and a carpet prepared. The dirtier the carpet, the better.

Mirrors + dirty carpets. This was the Dawn Society's plan.

Because, in the ancient scriptures, a certain prophet used these two things to 'seal' the holy spore angels.

The so-called sealing... wasn't a true seal.

Because nothing can truly seal a Mad God.

But mirrors were indeed very effective.

Because He liked to wipe mirrors and brush carpets.

This statement was outrageous. However, everyone had to adopt this outrageous plan.

Because Catherine had to admit that, according to the records in the Inquisition's Department of Mysteries, the Inquisition had indeed used the Dawn Society's plan to deal with the 'Holy Child'.

And as long as these broken mirrors were really useful and could slightly restrict Kolled, then the old Black Abyss folks would have ten thousand ways to turn him into a specimen.

After all, there were so many people here!

The Old Black Abyss, the Dawn Society, and the Davelmic Sanctuary, the combined forces of these three parties, although far from being comparable to the Eastern Territory's dealing with the Yellow Fern King, could still be considered a God-Slaying Team.

The current world is not like the ancient times. Everyone was helpless against the Mad Gods.

After the Forbidden Wizards appeared, the forbidden flame of inheritance began to burn fiercely in this world.

Whether it was the technology tree of truth and faith, it had reached the level of 'Trisolarans'.

Even when Lady Heraka usually came over to play, she was very low-key.

Those who weren't low-key were like the Yellow Fern King, made into specimens, even eaten, by the wizards of this plane!

So, everyone still had ways.

In fact, judging from Vermick's strength, the power of a million people joining hands in a single strike was definitely far greater than Roland's cheat-like move.

But everyone believed that Kolled would descend in a state after igniting the divine fire.

And the things of the 'Three Mad Gods' were too insane and too strange, so they were very difficult to deal with.

Everyone was very worried that once Kolled appeared, everything around him would quickly mutate. And everyone would be unable to contain the spread of pollution in a short period of time.

So everyone was facing a formidable enemy.

Judging from the old scriptures, if some preparations like 'mirrors' were not made, and Kolled, this major source of pollution, was allowed to run out, then the consequences would be unimaginable.