Reincarnation space, but the style is wrong

Chapter 248 Ring Temple
"The worm of time is here now, the worm of time was here before, and the worm of time will always be here in the future."

On the outskirts of the city, inside the mine, where there used to be an abandoned mine, the sound of melodious and mysterious prayers now echoes.

A group of esoteric believers wearing black robes and masks, with no skin exposed, were surrounding an altar in a circle, chanting something and praying devoutly and firmly to the gods they believed in.

Among them are gang members, company employees, rich kids and industry elites.

But no matter what their original identities were or what class they belonged to, from the moment they put on the black robes, they were only left with the identity of Circle believers.

“The past is the future, and the future is the past.”

Chen Xingzhi mingled in the crowd, following their rhythm, opening and closing his mouth. It seemed that they were praying together, but in fact they were not speaking at all.

The believers standing by didn't notice anything wrong with him, nor did they know that the object of their faith was right next to them, so they just treated him as an ordinary believer.

“Gravity is desire, time is vision.”

Under the leadership of the leader, the believers followed the chanting. The language they chanted was very strange, with ups and downs of syllables. It was completely different from the common language of this world, and more like some ancient language lost in the long river of time.

The top leaders of the Circle Cult announced that this was an ancient secret language bestowed upon them by the Worm of Time, and required all believers to learn it. Naturally, all believers obeyed the order, striving to master this language with mysterious power.

But Chen Xingzhi knew that this was not some ancient secret language at all, but actually his mother tongue called Chinese.

This group of believers caught a glimpse of one side of the Time Worm during their dream, and incidentally learned some information that he unconsciously emitted, including his native language. As a result, this group of people regarded it as a guide and claimed that it was the language of God.

Having said that, they were not wrong about one thing: because of Chen Xingzhi's existence, this language does have some power now.

Words and sentences pronounced correctly have the potential to interfere with reality, turning decay into magic, and for this reason the language is no longer so easy to master.

After speaking so many words in a row, the leader presiding over the ceremony on the altar had become red-faced and almost out of breath due to exhaustion.

'The backlash from chanting too many secret words in a row is too great, but fortunately the ritual is almost complete.'

A hint of excitement rose in the leader's heart, and along with the sound of chanting, a strange black insect on the altar connected head to tail and formed a ring.

This worm is a "thing close to God" that they obtained at great cost and after a series of genetic engineering. It is a tool for communicating with gods that they imitated based on the part of the Time Worm they saw in their dreams.

It is mainly composed of snakes, but has some characteristics of insects as well as other creatures. It looks scary, yet has a certain sacredness.

When the leader uttered his last prayer, the insect at the center of the altar underwent some unspeakable change, and the power symbolizing the cycle of time gradually merged into its body.

'Did they create a carrier for me, or a follower?'

Chen Xingzhi had a strange expression on his face. His Time Worm visage that hung high in the world did feel some faint calls. The ritual tried to draw his will into the body of the worm at the center of the altar, allowing him to complete the divine descent.

There is no doubt that this Circle Cult wants to hold a ceremony of divine descent, and their prayers and rituals all indicate this.

However, they chose the wrong carrier of God's descent. A tiny insect, even if it looked similar to him as the Worm of Time, could not carry a single bit of his will.

This leads to a very embarrassing situation. Once Chen Xingzhi descends, he will burst the poor little guy. If he chooses not to do so, these believers will probably think that the ritual is wrong and then do more to attract him to come.

So he made a compromise decision, which was to transform this little bug into his clan.

A trace of power from the Worm of Time crossed the dimensional barrier, followed the ritual, and descended into the body of the worm on the altar.

A series of crisp sounds were heard, and the insects that were originally alive and well suddenly lost signs of life, while large areas of scales on their bodies broke and fell off.

"Ah?" The leader was dumbfounded, and so were the high-ranking officials in the audience. They had never expected such a result. So far, every step had been carried out strictly in accordance with the knowledge obtained from the gods they believed in, and there was no possibility of ritual errors.

"Is there a lack of sacrifice?" a senior executive asked doubtfully.

"It's possible." The leader was still confused, and he began to wonder whether he should use some more evil sacrificial rituals.

"boom!"

A loud noise interrupted their thoughts, and the secret believers turned around and saw that a big hole had been blown out where the stone gate of the circular temple was. In the smoke, well-equipped soldiers of the consortium quickly dispersed and surrounded them.

Faced with the fierce enemy, the believers were caught off guard, but some of them reacted quickly.

Those who were gang members or veterans pulled out their weapons and confronted the company's soldiers.

"Put down your weapons and put your hands on your head!"

"Anyone who dares to resist will be killed if they are against the Modern Consortium!"

Chen Xingzhi protected everyone in front of him and watched the farce coldly.

He had no intention of taking direct action. In his opinion, the church that believed in him was not his core force and had no affinity with him.

He came here to take a look purely out of curiosity and to investigate his real target - the circular temple.

The circular temple, this unusual building that suddenly appeared inside the mountain and had his traces everywhere, he suspected that it was a product that he had arranged to the present at a certain point in time in order to achieve a certain purpose.

"I haven't investigated this place thoroughly yet, and we can't let the soldiers of the Modern Foundation destroy it."

As he thought about it, countless lines rushed out from the corner, entangled together and turned into two human figures.

One of them was tall and looked like a macho man, while the other was plain and obviously a girl.

As soon as they appeared, they attracted everyone's attention. The consortium soldiers subconsciously aimed at them and pulled the trigger, shooting out death rays.

But it was useless. The death ray passed through their bodies but failed to achieve the expected effect. It was as if they were in another dimension and what appeared in front of everyone was just an unreal projection.

The two men ignored the death rays that pierced through their bodies and plunged into the crowd, killing people indiscriminately.

They don't need to use force to kill. If they bump into someone at random, that person will instantly decompose into countless lines and disappear without a trace.

This is the power of being a ring messenger, the great power given to them by the Worm of Time.

"It's a miracle! They have the power of miracles!" exclaimed a sharp-eyed senior executive.

When the leader saw these two people, he had a certain feeling in his heart, and that feeling told him that these two people were the messengers of the circle.

"No doubt about it, they are the messengers sent by our Lord to save us!"

The secret believers cheered, not noticing that the bugs on the altar had been completely hollowed out, leaving only a shell, with all the flesh and internal organs gone.

It wasn't long before the two ring messengers killed all the invading soldiers.

There was not a trace of blood at the scene, it was so clean that it didn't look like a battlefield at all.

(End of this chapter)