The moon hangs high in the water.
The sea surface was rippling with green waves.
Uncle An led a group of wave priests to hold a sacrificial ceremony.
When the ceremony ended, a huge glowing vortex appeared on the sea surface.
The door to the secret realm of water is finally opened.
On the cruise ship deck.
Kevin and April are live streaming the sacrifice.
The number of viewers in the live broadcast room has exceeded 50 million!
On average, one out of every 150 people in the world is in this live broadcast room, waiting to witness the moment of miracle.
Alan stood at the bow, with more than fifty cameras, including helicopter aerial shots, focused on him.
Yoko took the coat that Alan took off.
As a bystander, she couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat and her heart beat faster.
I really don't understand why Alan looks so calm and doesn't show any sign of nervousness.
The boy is shirtless and stretches his arms.
Like an agile osprey, he jumped off the bow of the ship.
Plop!
The moment it entered the water, a cloud of white waves appeared on the surface of the sea.
At the same time, a giant whale slowly rose from the whirlpool right in front of the bow!
The emerald green back sparkles in the moonlight.
The sacred water beast Emperor Kun has arrived as expected!
Compared to this god-like behemoth, Alan seemed too small.
In the live broadcast room, even Allen's die-hard fans couldn't help but doubt that it was too irrational to challenge the sacred water beast with a mortal body.
However, in the next second, people's cognition was refreshed.
Boom! !
The sea surface exploded, and Alan transformed into a giant wave monster, reappearing in people's vision and camera lenses.
The majestic beast walks on the waves.
His body was covered in emerald green hair that swayed in the sea breeze, giving off a terrifying aura that seemed to be real.
The giant beast and the giant whale looked at each other.
The atmosphere on the sea was so tense that it almost froze.
Just as people were expecting a fight between dragons and tigers, the giant whale's eyes revealed genuine fear.
Unexpectedly retracted into the vortex, trying to escape back to the secret realm!
"Want to run? It's too late!"
The giant beast Allen grinned coldly.
Showing sharp white teeth.
A layer of luminous barrier suddenly emerged in the whirlpool, bouncing back the giant whale that tried to dive and escape.
Alan had long guessed that the wave beast was suppressed by its bloodline and would be scared and run away as soon as it saw him.
When entering the sea, he used the "prayer technique" to simulate the 8-ring "dimensional lock" and sealed the portal to the secret realm of water in advance.
The giant whale had no way to retreat and could only turn around and flee instinctively.
The giant beast Allen stepped on the waves and galloped, closely following the giant whale.
The cruise ship crew went at full speed, trying to catch up with Alan and the giant whale.
However, the two huge figures were getting farther and farther away, gradually disappearing at the end of the sea and sky shrouded in night.
Fortunately, in addition to the fixed positions on the ship, there are twelve helicopters in the air to provide aerial photography perspectives.
Kevin and April moved to the helicopter to provide follow-up coverage for the live broadcast audience.
On the vast ocean, an aircraft carrier formation is sailing at night.
On the towering mast, the golden rattlesnake flag fluttered in the wind.
In the aircraft carrier's restaurant, a party is being held to celebrate the successful completion of the Rim of the Pacific cruise mission.
Officers and sailors of all ranks are looking forward to their vacation trip after disembarking from the ship.
At this moment, a sharp alarm suddenly sounded.
20 nautical miles northeast, a suspicious underwater target was discovered!
The restaurant suddenly became noisy.
The suspicious target is approaching rapidly!
No recognizable signal!
Refuse to respond to radio warnings!
A nuclear submarine of unknown origin?
The fleet commander gave a decisive order to attack the suspicious target.
Rows of torpedoes were fired out with a roar.
There was a constant roar on the sea, causing huge waves.
A giant green whale suddenly jumped out of the sea!
From aircraft carriers to escort warships, officers at all levels stared with eyes wide open, stunned!
Despite being bombarded by no less than ten torpedoes, he only suffered minor injuries.
Even more incredible is...
In the blink of an eye, even this minor skin injury healed on its own.
The water monster, who was eager to escape from Alan's pursuit, was bombarded by a torpedo for no reason and was already filled with anger.
I noticed a large ship blocking the way ahead and I rammed it without thinking!
BANG!!
The aircraft carrier was hit in the middle by a giant whale and broke apart on the spot!
The seawater poured in through the huge gap and flooded the lower cabin in a blink of an eye.
With such fatal damage, damage control was of no avail.
The sailors escaped and prayed to God for their lives.
The fleet commander climbed onto the lifeboat and looked back at the slowly sinking aircraft carrier. The shock and fear that filled his heart could not be described in words.
The giant whale crashed into the aircraft carrier and was bounced back, feeling dizzy.
Before she could come to her senses, the giant beast Alan had caught up with her.
He stepped on the waves, jumped up suddenly, and landed steadily on the back of the giant whale!
The giant beast Allen, riding astride a giant whale.
Two arms as thick as iron towers strangled the giant whale's head.
The gluttonous black ball above the head is running at full speed!
Draw life!
Decompose everything!
Devouring souls!
The whale struggled in vain beneath him.
There is no way to escape the powerful grip of the giant beast Allen!
With its increasingly weak wailing, the giant whale's body shrank at a speed visible to the human eye.
Within ten minutes, all the essence and blood in his body, as well as his divine soul, were greedily sucked away by the giant beast Allen.
Those who witnessed this scene included tens of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room.
Recalling that not long ago, the giant whale easily rammed and sank an aircraft carrier. The highest achievement of human military technology, but now it was being pressed down and ravaged by Allen, with no power to fight back...
The strong contrast makes people feel that this world is so unreal, and their original three views collapse in an instant!
When people's old ideas about the world collapse, there is an urgent need to establish new ideas to support their precarious spiritual world.
Allen, who killed a whale with his bare hands, was able to provide a spiritual pillar on the shattered ruins of people's hearts and provide people with the sense of stability they longed for.
A person does not kneel down because of faith, but kneels down first to have faith.
God's ecological niche is there. If you don't occupy it, someone else will.
On this night that was destined to change the world, Allen responded to people's inner prayers and no longer concealed his divinity.
He rose up from the sea.
Like the wind on the water.
Replaced the water beast and became the idol of the Wave Cult.
Feel the faith and determination of the believers and gather them within yourself.
Back on the boat, Alan was interviewed by April and frankly declared that he was a walking god on earth.
…
“I am Joshua and the Messiah!”
"You have ruined this once beautiful land and turned it into a corrupt Sodom and a sinful Gomorrah!"
“So I came here to change all that!”
"Restore justice and fairness in this land full of corruption and sin!"
…
These remarks were immediately met with strong protests from the religious community.
However, these protests were meaningless.
Allen's influence, along with his unforgettable giant beast posture, has been deeply rooted in people's hearts, perfectly meeting the public's expectations for a savior.
After being crowned as an internet celebrity and a superhero, Allen once again used the power of the Internet to successfully transform himself into a god in the era of self-media.
After tonight's live broadcast ended, the heated discussion about Allen on the Internet has just begun.
Alan walked on the deck and felt a trace of faith and power converging on him from all directions.
The vast majority of them are die-hard fans of the live broadcast room, living all over the world, and became loyal believers of Allen on the same night.
A smile appeared on Alan's lips.
The first step of the god-making plan was a complete success.
If we continue at this pace, we will be able to perfectly integrate the essence of the original Behemoth within ten years!
Creating public opinion, performing publicly, converting fans into religious believers, and collecting the faith and strength of believers, ten years is equivalent to six hundred years of hard practice alone.
This is the reason why the gods rose rapidly in ancient times and once suppressed the ancestors to the point where they had no chance to escape!
Alan certainly knew that the power gained through the worship of believers was not stable.
If one's image collapses and he loses the worship of his followers, he will fall from the altar.
But he didn't care, after all, it was just a temporary solution.
If this world was not unsuitable for cultivation, he would not have to take this path of pretending to be a god.
What really touched his heart was the amplifying effect of the Internet on the spread of religion.
In the pre-Internet era, if you wanted to make a new church bigger and stronger, you could only form associations offline and preach point-to-point, which was quite inefficient.
However, with the Internet infrastructure, especially in the era of self-media, both commercial advertisements and heresies can be spread virally through the Internet.
Truth and fallacy can both prevail in this era.
Alan thought of the world of warlocks again. The network of faith built between gods and believers was similar to the Internet to some extent, but more closed.
On the contrary, the configuration provided by "prayer" is more open.
Even if you are not a believer in a certain god, you can try to communicate with it through prayer.
Alan expanded his thinking further.
If in the world of sorcerers, we borrow from the Internet and the art of prayer to create a network with lower thresholds and more openness to carry extraordinary inheritance and provide it free of charge for all interested people to learn, it may be possible to break the monopoly of the sorcerer family and the Church of the Gods on extraordinary power!
Perhaps, this is the "third way" that I have been searching for for many years.
…
Three days later.
Private beach.
Alan was wearing sunglasses and swimming trunks, lying on a bench, enjoying an afternoon sunbath.
On another lounge chair next to her, Yoko was wearing a sexy bikini, her fair and tender skin glowing with an attractive luster under the nourishment of sunscreen.
Uncle An, dressed as a butler, came over and leaned close to Alan's ear.
"Master, Mr. Hawke Smith from the District wants to talk to you."
"Hoke Smith...whose general is this?" Allen asked casually.
"Smith's official capacity is Assistant Secretary of Homeland Security and Director of the Secret Service, President Simpson's most trusted person."
Uncle An introduced.
Alan nodded in understanding.
Since this person is the chief of the guards around the president, his purpose is self-evident.
"My dear, I have heard some rumors about this Smith."
Yoko sat up from the recliner and took off her sunglasses.
"Tell me about it."
Alan took the cocktail she offered him and took a sip.
"Smith has a close relationship with the Glacier Cult. If I'm not mistaken, this person should be a saint of the Glacier Cult."
Alan nodded and looked at the old man beside him.
"Uncle An, what do you think?"
"The Glacier Cult is the most low-key of the six elemental cults. There is very little information about this organization."
"All we know is that the Glacier Cult has been deeply involved in politics for many years and has already established a complex network of contacts. The current President Simpson is likely to be a secret member of the cult."
"Secret Service, responsible for ensuring the president's safety."
"The head of the Secret Service must be the president's confidant!"
"From this perspective, Ms. Yoko's guess is almost right."
"Glacier Secret Cult..."
Alan held the cup and pondered.
Now he has become the co-leader of the two major cults, Waves and Volcano. His next target is the Glacier cult!
With the divinity of the ancestor Leviathan, he can suppress the extraordinary power of the ice priests.
The followers of the Glacier Cult who worshipped the holy ice beast Fenrir were just restrained by him.
Just when he was worried about not being able to find an opportunity to contact the Glacier Cult, Hawk Smith, who was suspected to be a Glacier Saint, came to him.
It’s like someone handing you a pillow when you’re sleepy, it comes just at the right time!
Alan shook the wine glass, and the ice cubes hit the inner wall of the glass, making a crisp sound.
After drinking the wine in the glass, Alan stood up.
"Yoko, Uncle An, accompany me to meet Mr. Smith."
…
Hawke Smith is a short man with an ordinary appearance and wears a pair of black-framed glasses.
If Allen had not sensed the biting coldness emanating from him, he would never have realized that this middle-aged man, whose appearance and temperament resembled an elementary school teacher, was actually the chief of security for the president.
Mr. Smith stated his intention frankly.
The president has announced his candidacy for re-election, but the poll numbers are not optimistic.
Smith hopes Allen will use his influence to call on believers to support Simpson and vote for his re-election.
In return, Allen could join the president's staff, become Mr. Simpson's partner, and gain support in politics and business.
"That's all?"
Alan crossed his legs, crossed his arms over his chest, and sat back on the sofa in the most relaxed posture.
"Mr. Smith, the rewards you mentioned are dispensable to me."
"If you want my help, you have to show more sincerity."
Smith adjusted his glasses and reached out to pick up the cup of hot coffee on the table.
The extremely cold magic power was channeled into the cup through his fingers.
Snap!
The boiling hot coffee suddenly solidified into a lump of ice, breaking the porcelain cup.
Yoko, who was standing behind Allen, had a slightly changed expression and touched the hilt of the knife with her fingertips.
clang!
The samurai sword hanging at the waist has a half-foot sharp blade!
Alan raised his hand and shook his head slightly.
Yoko bit her rosy lips and sheathed the knife.
"Uncle An, it seems that Mr. Smith doesn't like coffee. Give him a glass of water instead."
Uncle An shrugged and quickly brought a glass of ice water and placed it in front of Smith.
Smith stared into Allen's eyes, as if trying to figure out his intentions.
Alan smiled but said nothing.
He gestured for him to drink some water.
Smith hesitated for a moment and reached out to grab the water glass.
The fingertips touched the outer wall of the glass and immediately retracted.
His expression changed instantly.
The ice water in the cup became boiling hot without me noticing.
Smith looked at Allen, then glanced at the young woman in red with a sword behind him.
He knew that Ashura Yoko was a saint of the Volcano Esoteric Sect.
She lived openly with Allen as his mistress.
It was like a political marriage, indicating that the Volcano Cult and the Wave Cult had formed a deep alliance at the strategic level.
Without making a sound, he remotely controlled a cup of ice water to turn it into boiling water.
If this was done by Ashura Yoko, Smith would not be surprised. After all, she was the best person in the world at manipulating fire magic.
However, he did not sense any fluctuations in the magic power of the fire element from Yoko.
Could it be that besides Yoko, Alan is also good at controlling fire elemental magic?
This thought made him deeply uneasy.
There are indeed geniuses in the world who can control the magic of multiple elements.
But at the Saint level, one can only focus on practicing one element of magic.
If one is indecisive and practices multiple disciplines at the same time, he will lose the favor of the sacred beast, and may even be deprived of his sainthood and lose his extraordinary powers.
As a saint of the Glacier Esoteric Cult, Smith felt qualified to make the above statement.
However, if you think about it carefully, Alan is such a weirdo that I'm afraid we can't use common sense to figure it out.
Not long ago, Allen live broadcast the hunting of the sacred water beast, and claimed that he had replaced the sacred beast and become the new god of the Wave Cult.
If that live broadcast was not a show, doesn't it mean that this young man successfully killed God as the Saint of Waves?
The power of a saint comes from the holy beast he worships. The holy beast can deprive the saint of his power with a single thought. How can a saint kill the holy beast and take its place? !
Smith couldn't figure it out.
Just as he couldn't understand why Alan, as a Saint of Waves, could call upon fire magic with opposite properties at will.
"Mr. Smith, why don't you drink water?"
There was a hint of provocation in Allen's smile.
"If you think the water is too hot, you can cool it down yourself, just like you did with the coffee."
Smith hesitated for a moment, then slowly stretched out his right hand and held the glass.
Try to output ice magic to cool down the boiling water in the cup.
However……
The color instantly drained from Smith's face.
Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
His trembling fingers almost knocked over the glass of water.
The magic power in the body is suppressed by some mysterious force and cannot be released at all.
What is going on? !
Smith looked up and looked at Allen in horror and confusion.
"Mr. Smith, you are a mortal, and I am a god."
"The power of mortals is no match for the might of gods."
Bang!
Alan raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
The "Prayer" simulates the 5th level "Dominate Humanity", easily breaking through Smith's will defense and firmly controlling his spirit.
The following conversation was completely dominated by Allen.
Just as Yoko and Uncle An guessed, Smith and the Glacier Cult he represented were more like a coalition of political families than a religious group.
Long before the birth of this country, followers of the Glacier Cult had begun to gather regularly in large estates in the south.
From the War of Independence to the Civil War, and then to the two World Wars, the activities of the Glacier Esoteric Cult were always present.
Over the two hundred years since the founding of the country, there have been more than forty presidents, most of whom were agents supported by the Glacier Esoteric Cult.
Current President Simpson is no exception.
Under Allen's mental control, Smith told everything he knew.
All of President Simpson's privacy was revealed without reservation.
Alan frowned as he heard this.
Uncle An and Yoko, who had seen too much ugliness in the world, couldn't help but show expressions of disgust.
This president, to put it politely, is an absolute scumbag.
"It is not a bad thing for the cult's agents in the political world to have weaknesses. They can be used as leverage to control them."
"But it is too abstract to push a beast with a human face and a beast's heart to the presidency."
"Smith, I don't like Simpson."
"His existence lowers the moral standards of all mankind."
Alan stated his attitude frankly.
"Now take me to your cult's headquarters, perform a sacrifice, and summon the Sacred Beast of Ice."
"After taking over the Glacier Esoteric Cult and obtaining the essence of the Holy Ice Beast's bloodline, we will discuss how to kick out Simpson, a scum who is always causing trouble and not doing anything good, and replace him with a more reliable president to manage the country for us."