Chapter 411 Apocalypse
Smith's parents found that their son had changed recently.
He became a lot weirder and hid in his room mysteriously after school every day.
But... I didn't read the novel.
Instead, he was lying on the table, seemingly studying?
The ground was already filled with discarded waste paper, rolled into balls and looking quite messy.
night.
“Hehe…”
Under the desk lamp, Smith's eyes were bloodshot.
But his expression was extremely crazy, full of fanaticism, his upper and lower lips kept moving, and he muttered: "Finally... I have repaired a part... I found the name of the Lost God! He will grant me power!"
"Also, there is a prophecy."
“When the stars return to their positions, those who have been alive will die, those who have long died will be resurrected, abominations and horrors will crawl out from the bottom of the abyss, death and disease will spread throughout the world... and my Lord will come as promised, and grant his humble servants the ‘revelation’!”
"I saw the truth, but I was so desperate ... The end of the world is inevitable. The brilliant human civilization cannot resist the cold malice from the dark depths of the universe."
The light in Smith's eyes gradually became concentrated: "If you want to be saved, you have to believe in the Lost God, believe in our Lord... Revelation will give power to His servants!"
On the repaired piece of paper, there is indeed a record of how to gain power.
The first is to chant the name of the Lost God constantly and call upon it constantly.
The second one is a short line of poetry.
"I will carry despair alone and walk silently in the darkness."
Smith stood up.
At this moment, this middle school boy seemed to have found a great goal in life.
He is going to save the world!
…
This scene happened in many places.
These "revelators" have no connection with each other and nothing in common, but they have obtained clues about the lost god.
Some of them are stone slabs, some are pottery fragments, and some are texts.
The only thing they have in common is that they record the name of the lost god, predict the coming of the end of the world, and promise to give believers salvation and revelation!
This was naturally something created by Fang Xian.
In fact, these selected people have one thing in common.
That is, there are readers around who are full of resentment towards Mr. Ring, and a corner of the picture is captured by his character.
They could be the friends, relatives, or people passing by on the street of the depressed readers. It was just because they were at the moment when the readers were full of resentment that the picture was transmitted together and entered Fang Xian's sight.
Of course he would not select all his readers, as that would directly expose them to the secret keeper.
Therefore, this secondary selection was carried out.
"I'll name my sect 'The Revelation Sect'... After all, we have to follow the style of this world!"
Fang Xian pressed his brows and talked to himself.
He bought two cups of coffee, walked into the car, and handed one to Love who was observing.
"Surveillance is a delicate course. Those pagans often hide very deeply and will not easily reveal their true side in front of others. You must have enough patience..."
Love taught carefully.
"I see……"
Fang Xian, the ordinary investigator, the newly promoted Patriarch of the Apocalypse Cult, and the secret existence Lost God, answered very sincerely, biting on the straw.
"I have been keeping an eye on this target for a long time. He is very cunning and has not revealed any clues, but I am 40% sure that he must be related to the Falling Star Cult... Recently, I don't know what happened, but more clues were revealed."
When Love saw a fat man walking out of the department store, he immediately put down his coffee, started the car, and slowly followed him.
"I know... He probably found out that another base in the city had been destroyed, and he was in a state of panic, and was eager to contact his superiors..."
" At this rate, it won't be long before he reveals enough problems and exposes some heretics..."
Fang Xian nodded secretly and followed the target home with Luo Fu.
"I'm going to the bathroom."
He got out of the car, turned a corner and looked around.
The surroundings were empty and quiet, with no one in the corner.
Fang Xian took a deep breath and began to draw one line after another with his hands.
To outsiders, this was just a meaningless gesture that even pagans with dark powers could not imitate.
Because the most important thing is not the gesture and the route, but the mental strength.
A specific spiritual force must be injected to unlock the mystery!
At this time, he followed the method provided by Xia La and converted part of his mental power and concentrated it on his fingers.
His mental power transformed, and his eyes suddenly turned into pure silver.
Silvery-white lines were outlined in the void, continuously solidifying and transforming into the shape of a mark.
It is somewhat similar to a silver key, three-dimensional and solid, yet with a sense of fantasy.
This is the highest secret of the Wind Chaser Sect - 'Mark of the Gate'!
After Xia La's confession, when Fang Xian used it, a completely new form suddenly emerged.
Fang Xian named it the 'Secret Key', meaning the key that can open all secret doors.
The silvery-white light gathered, and a door appeared in the corner.
The 'secret key' merged into the door, opening the door to space.
Fang Xian took a step forward.
When he reappeared, he was already outside the Secret Keeper branch.
"The Gate Seal of the Wind Chasing Faction is indeed a must-have for home travel, murder and arson..."
Fang Xian looked at the building not far away and without wasting any time, he recited the poem "The Bird with Broken Wings".
This time.
The pain was even more intense than before, and it was all offered as a sacrifice to the broken-winged bird.
A thick darkness suddenly emerged over him, completely covering his figure.
The darkness continued to spread and turned into a black fog.
From the black fog, a broken-winged bird, twice as big as the last time, suddenly emerged.
Bang!
The bird with a broken wing fell suddenly, and its wings flapped, blowing off the roof of a large building.
Crash!
Bricks and stones were flying all over the sky, smashing the unlucky guys' heads and causing them to bleed.
"How strong is the Secret Keeper Division? Let me see it for myself!"
Fang Xian waved again.
Thick black fog instantly spread towards the Secret Keeper branch.
"Enemy attack!"
"It's a supernatural creature!"
"Where's the file on the Legless Bird? Find it out now!"
"shooting!"
The Secret Keeper branch was attacked, and a group of investigators were busy but not panic. They found shelter, swallowed drugs, and fired directly at the Broken Wing Bird.
But no matter what caliber of gun, not even a filthy feather of a broken-winged bird could be shot down.
on the contrary.
When the black fog spread to the branch, the investigators immediately covered their heads in pain and half-knelt down, suffering from terrible mental pollution and shock.
This is a supernatural force that even special medicines cannot resist!
