I don't know how long it has passed.

Feng Qi wakes up leisurely, and finds himself curled up.

He subconsciously wanted to stretch his body, but found that his body was bound and could not be stretched at all.

The place where the limbs touch has a cold metal texture, as if it is packed in a metal box.

Listen carefully, and you can hear the roar of an engine outside.

He didn't know whether it was being loaded on a transport vehicle or a transport plane.

But he felt that he had clearly left Star City.

Otherwise, after he pressed the alarm, the Mist Lord should have come to the rescue.

As for who the mysterious force that kidnapped him was, he already had a rough guess in his mind.

The physical structure of the forces who came to kidnap was very similar to the "sheep-headed devil" he was familiar with, and it reminded him of the statue worshiped by the sheep-headed devil.

This mysterious force is obviously the force behind the Dark God Cult.

But he didn't understand why the Dark God Sect could find him, and he was sure that he was one of the masterminds behind the destruction of the Dark God Sect branch.

In fact, the Lord of the Mist has long been prepared for the possible actions of the forces behind the Dark God Cult.

The first is the integration of the alliance of weak races in the Star City.

As a result, it is impossible for the forces behind the Dark God Sect to obtain any information from the weak in the field.

All investigation tasks will be cut off in advance by the Mist Lord before they are released.

This step of the plan is undoubtedly a success.

The only route to obtain information in Star City from Old Sun City was cut off.

Even if the forces in Old Sun City really couldn't sit still and wanted to come to Star City to investigate, they couldn't find any useful information.

After all, from the beginning to the end, neither the Mist Lord nor him revealed their identities.

Even the high-level members of the Alliance of Weak Races in the field do not know the true identity of the Mist Lord.

More importantly, the Lord of the Mist is sure that the forces of the Old City will not dare to act rashly without receiving effective information.

Even if he acted rashly, his eyeliner in Star City could quickly detect the trace.

Multiple insurances ensure their safety at this stage.

Thinking of this, he was even more puzzled.

I don't understand how the forces behind the Dark God Cult precisely targeted themselves.

In the nearly confined space, there are slight bumps from time to time.

After an unknown amount of time, the feeling of weightlessness struck, and the roar of the engine slowly stopped.

He felt the metal box he was in being lifted, and he felt the up and down bumps when he walked.

About half an hour later, he heard the sound of metal springs crashing inside the box, followed by a burst of bright light, and he subconsciously squinted his eyes.

The figure in front of him was blurred and gradually became clear.

Standing in front of him was a tall figure wearing a sheep's head white bone mask and covered in black runes.

"Get up."

Hearing this, Feng Qi slowly stood up from the metal box.

Looking around, he saw a towering statue of the Dark God standing in the distance.

Compared with the statue in his memory, this statue looks different in many ways, but it is obviously related.

"Why did you kidnap me?" At this moment, he turned his head to look at the leading masked man.

"When you chose to target us, you should have thought that one day would be right." The masked man said in a deep voice.

Hearing these words, Feng Qi confirmed his guess.

The forces behind the Dark God Cult have seen through their plan.

But he still didn't understand from which channel the Dark God Cult got the information.

Thinking of this, he calmly nodded and asked:

"Can you explain to me, how can you be sure that I am the mastermind of the plan against the Dark God Sect?"

Facing the inquiry, the masked man thought for a while, and then said:

"Let's exchange information with each other. I can answer some questions for you, but I also hope that you will cooperate with me to answer some questions."

"As a matter of sincerity, I can answer your question first."

"As for why we were able to identify you as the mastermind behind the scenes, this is completely a coincidence. We have been investigating in Star City for several months, but we have never dared to contact the alliance of weak races in the field in Star City. We are afraid that you will know that we have entered Star City. This has led to our The information is very limited, and it is difficult to carry out effective investigation operations."

"I think so too. If your investigations were not carried out in secret, I would have already obtained the relevant information." Feng Qi nodded immediately, and then continued:

"So what's the coincidence you're talking about?"

Faced with the questioning, the masked man did not hide:

"At the unveiling ceremony of the statue in Star City Central Park, a group of children gave you flowers, and we discovered that you have obtained the power of faith from these children."

"The power of faith is not something that anyone can easily obtain. To use this special power, a very special method is required. Seeing that you can absorb the power of faith, we realize that you are our potential opponent , is also the goal of our operation.”

Hearing the masked man's answer, Feng Qi was stunned.

It turned out that none of the previous plans went wrong, and the only thing that went wrong was at the unveiling ceremony of the statue.

This explains why the forces behind the Dark God Cult can precisely target themselves.

"But you don't know the specifics of my strength. Why did you dare to attack me in Star City? Are you not afraid that the entire army will be wiped out?"

"Before attacking you, we struggled ideologically, but we are already on the gamble. The bet is the future destiny of my family. I must take a risk."

"The psychics behind you just let you take risks like this?"

"How do you know that there are Psionics standing behind me?" the masked man asked in surprise.

"The origin of the Dark God Religion is in the Old City. According to my information, the Old City is under the control of the Psychic Race. Could it be that the Psychic Race will allow an unknown force to grow by its side?"

"The Psychic Clan didn't know about my adventure, but now I have sent my people to inform them, presumably the Spiritual Venerable will arrive soon."

Feng Qi nodded, and then continued to ask:

"What are you going to do with me?"

"I'm very curious about you now. Our ability to control the power of faith comes from our ancestors. He was a demigod who almost became a pillar god. After his death, the source of life became the core of our power of faith. , and by what means did you collect the power of faith."

Hearing these words, Feng Qi realized that the forces of the Dark God Sect had never found the miracle bracelet on his body.

And they still don't know the existence of the Mist Lord.

Not to mention the potential hidden dangers of the blood sacrifice, and even now think that the blood sacrifice is just a means of collecting beliefs.

But the Lord of the Mist was not exposed, but he was completely exposed to the Dark God Race and the Psionic Race.

Now he is in a very dangerous situation.

After being squeezed out of information, the Dark Protoss obviously wouldn't let him go.

After all, in the eyes of the Dark Protoss, he will be an obstacle in the layout of collecting beliefs.

Thinking of this, he shook his head:

"What are you going to do with me next?"

The masked man was about to speak, when a black shadow slowly emerged and solidified beside him.

The crimson eyes appeared in the shadows, very similar in appearance to the shadow forces behind the Science and Technology Research Institute, obviously members of the Psionic Race.

At this time, the masked man and the clansman behind him respectfully said to the black shadow:

"Ling Zun."

The member of the Psionic Race known as Lingzun did not answer, it stared straight at Fengqi, and then a hoarse voice came:

"There must be other forces standing behind you? If you can give me useful information, maybe I can let you live."

"I said, I can't live anymore." Feng Qi shook his head indifferently.

"Wait a minute, I need to get some information about you now." After speaking, Lingzun closed his eyes.

A dotted line of red energy appeared above its head, spreading upwards and piercing into nothingness.

Next, Feng Qi saw countless energy particles emerging from nothingness, pouring into Lingzun's brain continuously along the energy dotted line.

"Holy Spirit Consciousness Library?"

Lingzun opened his eyes at this moment:

"It seems that you know my Holy Spirit Race very well, Feng Qi."

"Why do you have information related to me in your Holy Spirit Consciousness Database?" He couldn't help asking curiously.

"In order to expand knowledge and information, our Psionic Race has more than a hundred people who are dedicated to learning. They memorize all the materials that can be accessed with the authority of the old research institute in the form of learning, and then pass it into the consciousness of the Holy Spirit. In the library, about 80% of it has been recorded, and your information is also in it." Lingzun told the truth without hesitation.

Hearing these words, Feng Qi was speechless.

According to the members of the Psionic Race in front of them, their members of the Psionic Race simply carry a human science database with them, and they can retrieve the data shared by major cities anytime and anywhere.

"Feng Qi, it's time for you to answer my question. Which force is behind you? We are not necessarily enemies. In the future, we may form an alliance and advance and retreat together."

Choosing to tell the truth at this time is undoubtedly betraying the Mist Lord.

And the Mist Lord is the guarantee for him to become stronger after 1500 years.

The members of the Psionic Race said lightly that they could form an alliance in the future, but he didn't believe a single punctuation mark in these words.

The potential plans of the Mist Lord will affect the future pattern of the world.

If they knew the potential hidden dangers of "Flesh Sacrifice, it would be impossible for the Psionic Race to allow the Lord of the Mist to grow up.

The only thing that worries him now is.

If he died here, how would his head be brought back to the Crimson Academy.

What happened suddenly, he did not carry the "brain activation needle" to the unveiling ceremony, and the Scarlet Special Rescue Team was still in Star City.

He is now in a desperate situation.

He even felt that this sacrifice line was probably abolished. Except for the information obtained in advance to the Scarlet Research Institute, the rest of the information would not be brought to him on the main timeline.

"It's okay if you don't say it, I have a way to make the forces behind you stand up." Lingzun said at this time.

"What are you going to do?"

"The purpose of promoting "Flesh Sacrifice" is obviously to help you gain the power of faith. It shows that you are the key core in the future layout of the forces behind you. I don't think they will give up on you easily, right?"

"What's the meaning?"

Lingzun didn't answer this time, and his figure slowly dissipated in place.

At this time, the masked man standing aside took a step forward and grabbed his neck.

It's not in his character to be caught without a fight. He was about to resist, but the familiar tiredness came over him violently.

As soon as he raised his fist, his body was already powerless to hang down.

…

When Feng Qi woke up again, he found himself locked in a cage made of special metal.

It was almost dark all around, except for a small hole on the top of the head that could let light pass through.

He tried to break out of the cage, but even when he triggered the power of the demon dragon, he couldn't break the metal walls.

In the next few days, Feng Qi was placed in confinement.

The Psionics didn't kill him, obviously because they wanted to catch a big fish, but he didn't know what the Psionics wanted to do.

In the next few days, Feng Qi understood the intentions of the Psionic Race.

The prison door was opened that day, and he was taken by the masked man to the experiment table outside the prison.

He saw again the members of the psionic race known as the spirit gods.

Then his body was restrained on the test bench, and Lingzun began to transform his body.

The procedure was painless and he soon fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up again, he found that his body was covered with bandages, even his head.

After a day's rest, Lingzun took off the bandage for him.

At this time, Feng Qi found that his face had changed, and many features of his body had also changed.

Lingzun's next sentence made him understand their plan.

"From today onwards, you will be sealed as a human traitor... By the way, you will be publicly executed in the old city's execution ground in a month's time."

The plan of the Psionics was to change his identity and publicly execute him as a traitor to humanity.

He didn't choose to use his original identity, obviously because he was worried that the influence would be too great.

Although the Old City is already under the control of the Psychic Clan, his status is too special. If the Psychic Clan resolutely executes him in the Old City, they will bear huge pressure from public opinion.

This pressure may even come from the residents of Old Sun City.

After all, his current identity is the founder of the new era of self-cultivation. At that time, the United Military Headquarters, the United Research Institute, and various forces in other cities will come out to oppose and even propose a new investigation.

His identity is too sensitive.

Even the psionics would not dare to execute the punishment rashly.

If you want to use his identity to attract the forces behind the scenes, the best way is to change his identity for him, but let the forces behind him understand that he who has changed his identity is "sealed chess".

From the perspective of the Psionics, he is the core of the future plans of the forces behind him.

Once the public execution plan is implemented, the forces behind him have only two choices.

1. In order not to destroy the Faith Collection Plan, take the risk to jump out to save Fengqi, and then reveal your identity.

2. Give up Fengqi, and let go of the future layout of collecting beliefs.

This move is undoubtedly a conspiracy.

Both options looked like a surefire win to the psionics.

…

Just as Feng Qi expected.

After the body transformation was completed, the old city was widely publicized and reported.

A human traitor who was loyal to the domain forces was caught in the old city, named "Feng Qi", who was arrested after sneaking into the old research institute.

The outside world was in an uproar.

Feng Qi was also escorted to the execution ground in Jiuri City ahead of schedule, where he will be tortured a month later.

During this period, he was sent to the execution platform every day to accept the anger of the people.

Feng Qi knew in his heart that this step was obviously to let the news of his imprisonment be better conveyed to the Mist Lord.

And the people who come to throw stones every day obviously don't think of it.

This guy who was **** on the execution platform with his whole body bound would be "Feng Qi", the rising star of human beings in their hearts.

Even if there is only one word difference in the name.

Time passed day by day, and there were only ten days until the execution day.

Looking at the masked man wrapped in metal armor standing beside him, Feng Qi licked his chapped lips.

The scheming of the psionic race is very powerful.

But they wanted to miss one point. In the future plan of the Mist Lord, the collection of beliefs is just incidental.

Even if the Mist Lord in Star City loses him, he can still sit back and relax.

The plan of "Blood Sacrifice" will still be successfully promoted, and he will still be able to harvest sentient beings in the future 1500 years later.

Therefore, his death did not cause any loss to the Mist Lord.

Gathering the Power of Faith is just a side plan that the Mist Lord came up with to support him.

He knew that the Mist Lord was very affectionate.

After getting along for so many years, the Mist Lord has already regarded him as a relative.

But he has seen the cruel side of the mist lord, and his extreme calmness when weighing the pros and cons.

The Lord of the Mist at this stage is far from being as powerful as the Psionics imagined, and rushing to rescue them at this time is tantamount to bumping into a trap, and there will be no return.

Therefore, this plan of the Psionic Race had already failed from the beginning.

The core of the Mist Lord's future layout has never been him, but himself.

What's more, the Lord of the Mist still bears the future expectations of countless clansmen who died in battle.

He believed that the Mist Lord would avenge him, but based on his knowledge of the Mist Lord, it was absolutely impossible for him to come to rescue him.

If he is impulsive, it is impossible for him to stand upright and become the overlord after 1500 years.

"It's been 21 days and you haven't come yet. If you die, wouldn't your belief plan fail completely?" At this moment, the masked man standing beside him suddenly asked.

"Unfortunately, it seems that I was abandoned... By the way, please bring me some water, I have been exposed to the sun for a day." Feng Qi said in a relaxed tone.

"You are the core of the plan. I don't believe that the forces behind you didn't respond at all." The masked man continued, picked up the kettle on the table and threw it at Fengqi.

Catching the kettle with his mouth, he raised his head and "gurgled" and drank several gulps.

After throwing the kettle back to the masked man, he looked at the masked man and asked curiously:

"Your ancestors once had demigods, and it stands to reason that they have a bloodline strength much higher than that of the Psionics. Why do you obey the orders of the Psionics?"

"That was just in the past. The glory of our clan has long been lost in the mutual hegemony of various forces. Now the Psychic Race is willing to generously support our clan. I just made the right choice for the future of the clan."

"Behind this support, there may be a conspiracy."

The masked man heard it and said calmly:

"This is a gamble, and the winner takes all. I have now bet on the fate of the whole family."

"I'm about to die, tell me about the future layout of your Dark Protoss."

"It's almost dead, so there's no need to know so much."

No useful information was found, so Feng Qi didn't ask further questions.

Looking up at the blue sky, he knew that this sacrifice line was likely to fail.

But at least he is not ignorant of the future line.

He passed the general situation to the Scarlet Research Institute through Wei Wei, including some details in this timeline.

It's just that after 1500, he can no longer obtain information on this timeline by reading the brain memory, and will miss many details.

For example, information about the Dark God Religion.

He didn't know this information until after he was arrested, so obviously he couldn't pass it on to another person.

The experience of multiple timelines made him see death very lightly.

Looking at the agitated crowd stopped outside the execution platform, his expression was calm, and his heart was even more unwavering.

He didn't hate the people who threw stones at him.

The starting point of the public's anger comes from their love for the world and their longing for a better future.

They are just blinded.

The Lord of the Mists had analyzed the structure of human society with him.

He said a word during the period, and Feng Qi was deeply impressed by it.

He said that one only needs to understand the underlying motivation of the people of Star City to manipulate them easily.

Fear, hypocrisy, or a sense of justice and mission, these are all points that can be manipulated.

For example, if you want to control those warriors with justice in their hearts to fight for them, you only need to set up an imaginary enemy for them, and they will become butcher knives in his hands without hesitation for the justice in their hearts.

With the experience of multiple timelines, he deeply agrees with how correct the words of the Mist Lord are.

The lower plan is to attack the soldiers, and the upper plan is to seek the heart.

This is also the terrifying aspect of the Mist Lord, he can see many things very clearly.

So he can be sure that the Lord of Mist will not come.

Because the Lord of Mist can see more clearly than anyone else, he must understand the result of coming to rescue.

He even imagined the image of the Mist Lord secretly vowing to avenge him at this time.

It was getting dark and he was lowered from the restraint bar.

The masked man grabbed him and walked towards the cage behind the execution ground.

Tomorrow he will continue to be hung on the execution ground, accepting the anger of the people, and the Psionic Race is obviously still looking forward to the emergence of the forces behind the scenes.

…

Nine days later.

Execution day is coming.

It was a cloudless day and the sun was shining brightly.

Early in the morning, Feng Qi was escorted to the execution ground. At this time, his clothes were changed into prison uniforms.

The miracle bracelet on his right wrist was also confiscated by the masked man, and it was now worn on him.

But apparently the masked man didn't know that the miracle bracelet was a miracle item.

I just think this item is special.

At the beginning, the Lord of Mist was able to find out that the miracle bracelet was a miracle item, and it was also because the humanoid leader of the Black Absolute Domain used the miracle bracelet to release powerful abilities.

Under normal circumstances, the Miracle Bracelet looks more like an ornament made of energy spar.

After arriving at the execution ground, he was held down by the masked man and knelt down in the middle of the execution ground.

At this time, a large number of forces that had been ambushed in advance were lurking in the execution ground, and even the psionic tribe invited the forces of the old city's military headquarters to watch the execution.

The sky net has been laid out, just waiting for the prey to take the bait.

Looking around, a sneer appeared on Feng Qi's face.

The plan is perfect, but it's a pity that the Lord of the Mist will never come.

With the passage of time, more and more residents of the old city came to watch outside the execution ground.

As the execution time approached, Feng Qi was pushed down in front of the guillotine by the masked man.

The clock hanging above the execution ground was beating like a countdown to his life.

The needle moves forward, his life moves backward.

The masked man standing behind him raised his guillotine at this moment~lightnovelpub.net~ As he was about to die, Feng Qi felt calm.

Thinking about it carefully, he has experienced all kinds of death methods in multiple timelines.

Especially the execution ground.

Electric chair, beheading, and now a guillotine.

Looking at the people with sullen expressions, he suddenly felt a little more comforted.

This thread of mine is finally coming to an end...

At this moment, thunder suddenly came from the sky, and dark clouds covered the scorching sun.

The wind was blowing, and he looked up at the sky.

I saw dark clouds gathering in the sky, and a huge gray fog figure emerged from it.

At this moment, the huge foggy palm slapped towards the execution ground.

Seeing this scene, Feng Qi couldn't help being stunned.

The masked man also raised his hand to pat the sky at this time.

boom!

The fog hand collided with the dark green flame waved by the masked man, swallowing the flame in the blink of an eye.

The gray mist continued to sink, hitting the execution platform and spreading around.

When the gray fog dissipated, the figure of the Mist Lord emerged from it.

He looked at Feng Qi, who was bound in front of the guillotine, with a ferocious smile on his face:

"It's late, I chose to retreat for a month to practice while I still have time, to increase my strength as much as possible... Now, I will take you home."

"Why did you come here!" Feng Qi dared not answer.

"I lost all my relatives in the past, and I regret it too much. Now you are my only relative."

"Neuropathy!"

"Hahaha, I said that you will have a place next to you when you climb to the top in the future. This is my guarantee to you. Our journey has just begun, and we will never fall down here."

Looking at the figures gathered around him, the Mist Lord turned into a mist again.

The fog spread violently, and in the blink of an eye he turned into a 100-meter-high fog giant, looking down at all beings.

"Come to fight!"