There is no wind in the tower.

Everything here seems to be static, unable to flow.

Only when the powerful person probes through the seal with extraordinary vision, can they see the shadows of those terrifying spirit bodies.

A lone puppet sits at the end of the stairs spiraling up from the inner wall, always looking up at the exit above without moving.

It can go out, but it cannot go out.

"I'm guilty."

"I made a mistake."

But then again: "No, that's not my fault."

The puppet is a very powerful existence, because it has a weird heart, the seal here has no effect on it, but it is not willing to go out of here.

It's very quiet here, suitable for those who don't like to be busy.

Except for the occasional person throwing something from the top of the tower, basically no one will bother here.

This has been the case for many years.

But today, a person came in from above.

A "person" with legs.

It's a pity that it didn't grow wings. Another intelligent winged man created by the master of life before it didn't die, but went to the world outside the giant island of Ruhe.

When the visitor entered from the tower spirit, all the evil spirits were alarmed.

She even disturbed the seal.

The evil spirits in the white tower felt that the seal was disturbed, and all rushed outside excitedly.

The evil spirits escaped from the upward ladder and turned into streaks of light spinning like crazy.

But soon.

Rays of light emitted from the man's neck, driving away the crazy evil spirits.

"Woohoo!"

The terrifying power of the light forced the evil spirits back, and the burning sensation like a flame made the evil spirits whimper.

Here.

No one dared to get close to the figure that came down, and even the evil spirits all returned to the props and the lamp of the divine deed in fear.

The figure climbed down from a high place along a rope little by little, and landed on the top of the stairs.

The stairs inside the tower are obviously used to imprison and confuse those evil spirits, not to reach the top of the tower, because there are still twenty or thirty meters away from the top of the tower.

After the visitor landed, he was the first to see the metal doll slumped on the ground.

The delicate and slender figure makes the metal doll itself look like a work of art. Its structure is very complicated. It is hard to imagine what kind of alchemist can create such a masterpiece.

San Raphael and the doll looked at each other, but the doll remained motionless.

San Rafael poked it with his finger: "Hey!"

The puppet remains motionless.

San Rafael persisted and continued to poke it.

"You can see me."

"You are alive."

"Don't pretend to be dead, I just saw it, you looked up when I came down."

The puppet ignored her, thinking she was troublesome.

I'm just a puppet, I don't know anything, I don't understand what you are talking about.

At this time, an old man came down the rope that San Rafael had just climbed down, but unlike the courageous San Rafael, the old man was very scared and cautious.

When he was entangled on the rope, he kept checking everything around him with his extraordinary vision.

When he saw San Rafael standing with the doll, he immediately exclaimed.

"Master San Rafael, don't approach it."

"It is the most evil and terrifying existence in the White Tower, and the only one with wisdom."

"It's an evil spirit puppet."

Now the puppet has no way to pretend to be dead, so it can only raise its head mechanically.

"Old Tut, are you still alive?"

The old caretaker immediately said: "Anyway, as long as I live, I will never let you leave here for the rest of my life."

San Rafael stared at the puppet: "It looks normal."

Old Tut, the caretaker who exiled the White Tower, immediately wanted to dispel St. Rafael's idea: "My lord messenger from the kingdom of the gods, you must not think so."

"All evil spirits are like this. They sometimes look normal, but because they devour other people's desire and power, they may become crazy at any time."

San Raphael asked the doll, "Are you going crazy too?"

Evil spirit puppet: "Sometimes."

"There's another person in my mind who makes me do other things."

"Maybe because the desire and power I devour are single enough, so it's not crazy enough."

The old caretaker Tut immediately said to San Rafael, telling her to be more vigilant.

"It's just that it's half-crazy or not. It's even more fatal for such a guy to go crazy at a critical moment."

San Raphael asked the evil spirit doll, "What's your name?"

The doll told her, "Olan."

San Rafael: "What crime did you commit to get in here?"

Oran the Puppet: "I'm not guilty."

San Rafael wondered: "Are you innocent?"

Oran the puppet repeats again: "I am not guilty."

San Raphael asked it, "Then why are you here?"

The puppet has no expression, and its voice has no emotion: "I don't know if what I have committed is a crime or an irreparable mistake."

St. Raphael asked, "Is there any difference between sin and wrong?"

Oran the puppet finally replied: "Sin is doing evil."

"A mistake is a mistake."

This is what it considers itself to be. In fact, from the perspective of ordinary people, breaking the rules is a crime.

San Rafael still couldn't tell the difference, but she promised the people outside not to let the people inside go out, so there is no difference.

"But since you have a problem, you must not go out."

"From now on, you will be my collection."

San Rafael squatted down, touched the doll's head, and raised its arm.

She felt that she had found another good treasure.

"Do not worry!"

"I will treasure you well and not let you break. You will live in my fairyland from now on."

San Rafael walked down the stairs and checked the situation below.

One by one, the evil spirits poked their heads out of the lamp, glanced at the ring on San Rafael's neck, and then shrank back.

San Rafael opened door after door, and there was a lot of room below.

"This place is very good, but if it is used as a fairyland, it must be modified."

It's over, it's over.

San Rafael is almost decided.

This is the wonderland she wanted.

The puppet was still sitting on the steps, only when San Rafael turned his back, it would turn its head to look at the fairy.

"A fairy."

"What does she want to do here?"

It is thinking about the purpose of the other party, and what it will bring here—

the other side.

In the cities of the City of Lights and the Land of the Rising Sun.

Grand ceremonies were being held in the temples of every city, with snake people singing and dancing outside, and bonfires surging.

Their city lords and elders all knelt under the statue, nervously watching the statue light up, and the lantern in God Iva's hand lit up.

They saw a door.

A graceful and gorgeous door representing desire.

Then, their consciousness enters behind the door.

Then they saw a large figure surrounded by a large number of lamp spirits, which was the **** they believed in, the **** of alchemy and desire.

God's feet.

A cup full of desire.

They crawled in the sea of ​​silver flowers, carefully listening to the will of the gods.

Everyone was very nervous, they sensed that something out of the ordinary was about to happen.

Because this time it turned out to be the **** who delivered the oracle himself.

Before that, they had heard some rumors that God might be preparing to choose His apostles.

And all of this stems from changes in the world of higher gods.

Times are changing.

The demigods are no longer the end, the age of the gods is coming.

But these things are not something that mortals like them can consider and know. Just the words "Apostle of God" are enough to drive mortals crazy.

Needless to say.

The title of God's Apostle is incomparable with the title of Elder or even Great Elder; one is a mortal position, and the other is able to stand under the seat of the gods even after entering the Kingdom of God after death.

With the title of God's Apostle, the Great Elder has to prostrate at your feet.

And more importantly, the apostle of God represents more than just a title.

It is the power of the fourth order, the power beyond the limits of mortals.

Apostles can dwell on earth.

A thousand years.

Perhaps God Iva also noticed that the Land of Sunrise is like a mess of loose sand.

In the past, you can ignore it, after all, gods don't need mortals that much.

But now it's different.

The Creator opened the door to a higher level for the demigods, and to reach a higher level, it is necessary to establish a human **** system. The human **** system naturally requires a large number of believers to build and improve.

He wants to elect an apostle to break this situation at the same time.

The God of Alchemy and Desire watched all the important believers present, and then opened his mouth to convey the information into their minds in a special way.

"The age of the gods is approaching, and I will select suitable seeds from among you."

"Some of you will become my apostles and receive the divine grace that I bestow."

"And this is just the beginning."

He wants to choose suitable believers, spread divine grace to the world, and obtain his own apostles.

Then select suitable candidates from among the apostles, and truly establish your own human **** system.

"Leave the third-level high-ranking alchemist." Only the third-level powerful people can reach the threshold, and the power and power in their bodies are fully revealed by the light sweeping through their bodies.

"The devout ones stay." Obtaining the divine grace naturally requires a firm belief, and the cup of desire is swaying, reading everyone's inner desire...

"Leave those with extraordinary talents." Even if they are third-level powerful people, not everyone can have the talent to break through the fourth level. Lights gushed out from their bodies, and everyone's blood talent emerged.

With the screening of conditions, one after another exited.

Although there were no more than a few hundred years ago, there were only a few third-tier powerful people in the entire Ruhe Island, but now you can find nearly ten people in the Sunrise Land alone.

▽ Sister Qi/p;

But if you continue to filter like this, there are not many left in the end.

The Cup of Desire Huahai disappeared one after another, and finally only two remained.

The lantern of the **** of alchemy and desire fell, and a little spark fell into the bodies of the two.

"Divine Grace!"

"Give."

Two believers have obtained the inheritance of divine grace, and they will compete for the position of apostle of God.

There was ecstasy on their faces.

city ​​of lights.

Holding a golden lamp, the consciousness of the Great Elder of Sunrise Land broke away from the gate of desire and returned to the temple.

He looked at himself in disbelief, at his empty hands.

He put down the lantern in his hand and touched his face.

"What about divine grace?"

"Why didn't I?"

"Why? I didn't get the divine grace?"

He couldn't understand, he looked puzzled.

He is the Lord of the City of Lights and the Great Elder of the Land of Rising Sun.

As the spokesperson of the gods in the human world, as the most powerful person in the land of the rising sun, he was not able to get the bestowal.

"I have no talent?"

"Because I'm old?"

"Or has God abandoned me?"

The Great Elder's face showed extreme resentment, which he couldn't accept at all.

Before that, he heard that God was in ecstasy for many days when he was choosing His apostles.

He thought he was inevitable, he thought he was lucky.

Even when I was old, I encountered such a thing.

This was something that none of his ancestors, Singh, could have encountered.

Although.

His ancestors returned to the kingdom of God willingly, and voluntarily became a lamp spirit beside God.

He thought that in this way he would be able to obtain a thousand years of lifespan, and that he would always be able to remind the gods to control his kingdom on earth and establish his faith for the gods.

The Great Elder looked up at the statue, crying tears.

"I am a descendant of Xinji, God!"

"I am a descendant of your most loyal servant, and our golden family has always believed in you for generations."

"Why?"

"Why didn't you choose me?"

He didn't think about it.

Maybe God didn't choose him because he wasn't pious enough.

What some people think is pious in their hearts is really nothing but self-righteousness.

They never thought that everything they did was not for the gods, but only from their own greed.

Greed for power, greed for power, greed for wealth.

even.

They also feel that the gods are their own, because they believe in the gods and are the most loyal believers of the gods.

So God had to give them everything they wanted.

The Great Elder of the City of Lights is named Xingis, and he is such a person.

His name means Singhi's blood, and his line is proud of his ancestor Singh.

They also relied on their bloodlines to surpass everyone in the Land of the Rising Sun.

ruled the land for hundreds of years.

"It must be my talent is not enough."

"Yes!"

"My talent is not good, that's why God didn't choose me."

"It's an innate talent, I'm a little short."

"That's why I became a high-ranking alchemist so late."

"It must be so."

Great Elder Xingis staggered out of the temple, chattering endlessly.

It was as if he had been possessed by a demon, and he fell into this strange circle of dead ends in his thinking for the next few days.

He began to believe it.

It is because of my lack of talent that God did not choose me and I was abandoned.

After many days, a powerful third-tier authority seemed to be supported by a weak dignitary.

At this time, someone brought him a new message.

"Master San Rafael, the messenger of the gods, has chosen the sanctuary she wants."

Hingis asked absently, "Where is it?"

The visitor replied: "Exile from the White Tower."

Hingis suddenly looked up, and he remembered this place.

"The White Tower of the Taling Sect?"

Hingis immediately remembered this place, which was a faction that once ruled the Golden City.

This force once caused great confusion.

They are not the family of alchemists whose inheritance is based on the bloodline, but the alchemist school of the teacher-student inheritance model that has gradually flourished recently.

Among the two branches of alchemy and pharmacy, this faction belongs to the pure alchemy branch that specializes in making alchemy props. Their philosophy is that human desire is a kind of power.

They believe that desire is the power originating from the deepest part of human blood, and it is an extraordinary power.

At the same time, they believe that desire is a part of a person's personality.

They believe that the lamp of the divine contract is a symbol of this kind of power. The lamp of the divine contract is based on the blood of the gods, and the difference in desire and emotion manifested by stripping the tools also makes the lights of the lamp of the divine contract have different powers.

They believe that if they can completely strip out the desire personality and give it to the extraordinary props, they can make a prop come alive.

The founder of the Taling faction had an idea to create a living prop with personality, which could operate like an intelligent program, be able to follow orders to complete tasks by itself, and even become stronger and stronger.

That is Tarling.

It is also the origin of the school name.

It's just that there are some problems in the process, they can't make a tower spirit with personality, no matter what method they try.

The alchemists of the Taling School discovered that the stripped power could not only be given to props, but could even be given to themselves.

Thereby increasing one's divine blood and making oneself stronger.

Gradually, they no longer tend to create a prop with personality, but use this method on themselves to make themselves more powerful.

They think that maybe their own strength is too weak, so they can't realize the theoretical things.

certainly.

The method they chose was to voluntarily allow their own students and disciples to fuse their own power after the older generation died, instead of going through blood sacrifice as rumored by outsiders.

One is that this method is more peaceful, and the backlash brought about by the blood sacrifice is extremely terrifying.

The two factions consider themselves to be pure, and believe that they are exploring the correct path.

They hope to change the world with their own power.

Also a firm believer in the power of alchemy to change the world.

Their idea is very good, and they think that as long as it is passed on from generation to generation, the disciples of future generations will become stronger and stronger.

Finally realize the idea of ​​creating a tower spirit with personality, and complete the ultimate mystery of the tower spirit sect.

But they don't know that this is the method and process of refining themselves into props.

And only mythical props can block the power of chaos through the four-point secret technique of the Divine Favor Stone, thereby stabilizing one's own wisdom, personality, and memory.

They are only powerful people below the third level, so they dare to try such power.

The final result can be imagined.

The blood and power are polluted, the original spirituality and wisdom fall into darkness, and the memory falls into complete chaos.

Those who dare to try this kind of power, even if they are not crazy at the beginning, will become crazy later on.

And the more fusion power, the stronger, the faster the madness.

They themselves directly became a prop, and the conscious personality became an evil spirit entwined around the lamp of the prop.

After the disadvantages of this secret technique were exposed, the Taling Sect gradually gave up this idea.

Many alchemists even felt that their ideas were wrong, so they broke away from the Taling Sect.

But finally.

The leader of the Tower Spirit Sect back then was unwilling to accept defeat like this, because it was a complete overthrow of their ideas that they had insisted on for two hundred years.

Then simply turn yourself into a prop.

If he cannot create a tower spirit, then he himself will become a tower spirit with personality.

In the end, a terrible disaster was triggered, which was quelled by the entire Sunrise Land, and the White Tower of Exile appeared after that.

Hingis thought of this story from decades ago, and his heart seemed to be hit by something instantly.

"I remember…"

"The Taling Sect back then had a secret technique."

"It can make people who don't have talent get enough talent, and let some people who have the power of disciples become first-order powers, or even second-order."

"Theoretically, even the third or even fourth order is possible."

The visitor said: "That's right, but this kind of secret technique is problematic."

"People who have used this secret technique are crazy."

Hingis didn't care about it at all before, after all, it was relative that he was not talented enough.

Being able to become a third-level high-ranking alchemist means that his talent is at least beyond ninety-nine percent of people.

"I remember that the Taling faction once found a mythical organ left by an unknown apostle. It may be left behind by a relative of a certain **** after his death."

"And gave her a name called Elena's Heart?"

The person who came thought for a while: "This is something that I only found out at the end of the evil spirit disaster. Before that, the Taling Sect had been hiding this news."

"I heard that Elena's heart was originally obtained by a person named Oran, but no one knew that it was an apostle-level core. They only thought it was a special strange stone that could release images."

"In the end, this person named Oran also went crazy, and died in that disaster, and Elena's heart was gone."

Hingis suddenly shook his head.

"no."

"That Oran didn't die, it swallowed Elena's heart and turned into a puppet."

When the White Tower was sealed, Hingis also participated as an important member.

He continued: "Only that puppet, only it is not crazy."

"I have witnessed the powerful power of that puppet, the incredible apostle-level power."

"Rather than the elders of the Land of the Rising Sun put down the disaster that year, it might as well be that this puppet finally sealed everything."

"Not only did it not go crazy, it didn't become a demon."

"It's still alive, it just has a different body."

"Even if it is no longer a snake man, it is still alive."

"Alive... Possess the power of an apostle."

Hingis' eyes became brighter and brighter, and he seemed to see what he wanted.

For so many years, no one dared to make the idea of ​​banishing the White Tower.

Because the power of the evil spirit puppet in the White Tower is too powerful, if it hadn't been sealed in the White Tower voluntarily, perhaps no one in the entire Sunrise Land would be able to stop it.

But its power is also unstable. What is powerful is not the puppet itself, but the part of its fusion power.

It can't even fully control itself.

Hingis let the visitor back out, but he fell into deep thought.

His originally decadent eyes became brighter and brighter. He twisted his snake tail and came to the back of the temple, and saw the sacred tree of the Temple of Miracles in the City of Lights.

This is a sacred tree left from the era when the **** Iva descended.

"The secret technique of the Taling sect."

"The apostle's mythical organ."

"If I can get it, I can definitely become an apostle, and I can live for a thousand years."

"I can do better than anyone else. We are the most devout family that believes in Iva. We are the golden family in the Land of the Rising Sun."

"The messenger of the gods has arrived, and I may be able to use the power of the messenger to eradicate this demon."

"That's right, this kind of demon should be wiped out by the power of God."

"I am the most devout believer in God and I deserve it all."

Hingis stood under the sacred tree, looking like a madman.

he said finally.

"I should be..."

"Apostle of God."—

Evil thoughts move.

Desire is also an extraordinary power extending from the blood of the gods, which will arouse the laws of the dream world from the root.

When ordinary people's desires move, there may be no movement at all.

But some important figures are all on the list of some evil beings.

It's completely different.

abyss.

Behind the Gate of Original Sin.

The terrifying mountain of meat hung in the sky like a star, and the black and dirty rainwater flowed down from the mountain of meat, dripping down continuously.

An evil **** was sitting on the mountain of meat, his clothes were torn and filthy.

A small pottery puppet in the shape of a three-leaf man sat on his shoulder, moving from time to time, and even speaking.

It doesn't know when it has the ability to speak, it should be given to it by the evil **** of original sin.

The evil **** of original sin lowered his head and looked somewhere in the world.

The small three-leaf man took out a cloth scroll, pulled it open and looked at the name on it.

"The human believer of the Alchemy God~lightnovelpub.net~ is a despicable and greedy person who thinks he is pious."

"He's on my list."

The three-leaf pottery puppet asked the evil **** of original sin: "Will he be the king of greed?"

The Cthulhu of Original Sin didn't care too much. He had many candidates.

"It depends on whether he is greedy or not."

"But I always feel that he is still a little bit worse."

Clover figurine: "What's the difference?"

The evil **** of original sin: "Don't even dare to covet the power of the gods, and there is no greed that dares to betray the gods."

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