A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 327 Extraordinary Items from the Wholesale Hanged Man Path

After dealing with Herzog, Miyamoto Toru began to carry out the overt tasks assigned by the main body.

Take a taxi to a specialized shop, buy a sufficient quantity of poisonous mushrooms, and then buy a pack of cigarettes to take back and distribute to the elite members of the Fierce Ghost Clan.

Before everyone could finish a cigarette, they saw Yuan Zhinu walk up, her face extremely pale.

Even though Genjiro's face was pale, none of the elite members of the Fierce Demon Clan dared to underestimate him. They were all trembling with fear at the overwhelming killing intent emanating from Genjiro.

When Yuan Zhinv's gaze swept across their skin, it wasn't like a blade, but rather like iron in the dead of winter, unintentionally touching their necks and leaving behind a silent, suffocating feeling that stripped them of warmth, making them afraid to even breathe.

Damn!

What's going on? Why did the Dragon King's murderous aura become even more terrifying after Lord Ince and the Dragon King chatted for a while? What exactly did they talk about?
The Demon Clan had no idea what had happened on the first basement level, or what truth Lord Ince had told Genji that had caused her to become like this.

They could only bow their heads respectfully, not daring to provoke this monster at this moment, for fear that if Genji was displeased, she might kill them to vent her anger.

Only after the figure of the young girl swayed slightly as she left did the elite members of the Demon Clan dare to breathe deeply to replenish their slightly oxygen-deprived brains.

"This is terrifying. What is the conspiracy and the truth? I feel like my neck goes cold when the 'Dragon King' looks at me."

"Shh, are you out of your mind? We might be led by the 'Dragon King' from now on, and you still dare to gossip about others?"

"Thank goodness, this bloodline suppression is terrifying. I just thought the air around me had frozen."

Miyamoto glanced around and saw that everyone was cowering in fear. He didn't blame them; that's just how hybrids are.

Those with lower bloodlines encountering those with higher bloodlines are suppressed by their bloodline, leaving them helpless. Even the elite of the Demon Clan are no exception.

But we can't just go and meet the real body like this, can we?
Miyamoto Toru lit a second round of smoke and said something to boost morale: "Alright, alright."

"Take the dragon blood mushrooms and dragon blood bats that Lord Ince requested, and hurry down. The mysterious power of the Old Church is waiting for us."

These words were particularly useful, easily diverting the attention of the elite members of the Fierce Demon Clan. Yes, the power of the Old Church was right before their eyes, and Lord Ince was about to bestow it upon them. Who would have the energy to care about Genji?

The panic and fear on their faces were quickly replaced by excitement and anticipation, and they walked down the path with increasing energy.

Encouraged by Miyamoto Toru, Fuumashu was the fastest. Ince promised him that he could be the first to drink the potion. Although he didn't know what the potion was, he was sure it was something good!
Xu Lie was still sitting on the single sofa, leisurely watching the returning crowd. He then got up, called out the names of Feng Moxiu and Miyamoto Toru, carried the materials to a room at random, and told the two to leave. Xu Lie then prepared the potion on his own.

Since it was for the Ghost Clan to drink anyway, there was no need to worry about the details. Xu Lie casually found some containers to put it in and took a batch of potions out.

He smiled and looked at the group of fierce ghosts, all of whom possessed excellent extraordinary characteristics: "Come on, Feng Mo Xiu, you're first."

"Hey!" The Wind Demon Cultivator blushed with excitement, strode forward, and drank all the potion in the bowl, not daring to leave a single drop.

The evolution potion that the king once gave out was similar to a magic potion, which greatly benefited one's bloodline. Unfortunately, if one drank it again later, one's bloodline could not be improved any further, and the Wind Demon Cultivator stopped there.

As a fallen hybrid, who wouldn't want more and stronger power? That's why the Wind Demon Cultivator was so excited and so impatient.

As soon as the potion entered his body, before Feng Moxiu could feel anything more, his body began to convulse involuntarily, startling the surrounding fierce ghosts.

Feng Moxiu felt that his vision was very chaotic, as if something was forcing him to open his mouth, as if it was trying to compel him to recite something.

Moreover, his head was swelling, as if it was about to be forcibly split open. He saw countless double images of everything, and heard some insane voice in his ears: "Get out of prison!"

"&*I'm out of prison! Out of prison! %$#!"

"Ah!" Feng Mo Xiu came to his senses, his whole body drenched in sweat, panting heavily. It took him a long time to regain his senses, and he quickly looked around again.

I saw Lord Ince smiling, I saw Miyamoto Toru with expectant eyes, and I saw my fellow demons with concerned and curious gazes.

“Don’t worry, don’t be curious.” Xu Lie, playing Ince, appropriately guided the conversation: “The potion has already instilled the necessary knowledge into your mind.”

"Reflect deeply, and as long as you actively pray to my Lord, you will all receive the power you desire."

My Lord? The members of the Ghost Clan looked at each other, wondering what Lord Ince was suddenly saying.

Lord Ince has already betrayed the old church, so why does he still need to pray to God? That doesn't make sense.
It feels like a corporate spy sent by Company A to infiltrate Company B, steal Company B's trade secrets, defect, and then ask Company B for his salary.

“Heh.” Xu Lie could see their confusion, and he immediately said, “The ancient gods don’t care whether believers are members of the ancient church or not.”

"Imagine yourselves, when you become high-ranking figures, revered by thousands, would you care about the location of any particular fan?" "What difference does it make if a fan is from Tokyo, and another is from Osaka? What significance does it hold?"

The members of the Fierce Demon Clan suddenly realized that Lord Ince was right. Just like them and Genji, no matter which of the five lower families of the Snake Clan they came from, it made no difference to Genji; it was all a matter of one strike.

If this is the case within the Snake Clan, how much more so among the former gods?
Indeed, no one has ever stipulated that only members of the old church can believe in the old gods.

They can still worship the old gods!
Miyamoto Toru, appropriately complementing his own character, explained: "But Lord Ince, if that's the case, why did you leave the Old Church?"

"Ultimately, we still need the protection of the ancient gods. Would it have been better for you, sir, to have stayed in the church?"

"?" Everyone quickly and quietly shifted their feet, slightly increasing the distance between themselves and Miyamoto Toru.

How come I never noticed before that Miyamoto Toru was just as brave as Fuma Shu?
Even though Miyamoto Toru had just offered everyone cigarettes, no one wanted to gather around now. Why bring up their boss's dark past? Did they even want to continue working here?

Fortunately, Xu Lie didn't seem to mind others talking about his betrayal; on the contrary, he was quite pleased: "Very good question, Miyamoto-kun. You are very good at thinking."

Miyamoto Toru maintained a smile on his face, but inwardly he was cursing the shamelessness of the original body. Praising him was the same as praising the original body itself.

“I left the old church because they were too rigid in their approach, thinking that as long as they prayed to God, they could receive protection and survive the Black King’s doomsday.”

"Little did they know, whether it was them or me; whether it was Miyamoto-kun or all of you, in the eyes of the ancient gods, we were all just ants."

If an ant on the ground begs for your protection, can you see it?

It's a very simple question, and everyone in the Ghost Clan silently gave the same answer: No, who looks at the ground for ants when they walk?
They don't believe in Buddhism, and they don't understand the principle of not harming ants when sweeping.

Of course, there is a mistake here: a person cannot see a single ant, but will see many ants.

You'll also see swarms of ants forming strange patterns that stop in front of you.

However, the members of the Fierce Ghosts had completely ignored these things due to Xu Lie's ability to deceive and cheat.

“So,” Xu Lie spread his hands and began to explain his ‘ambition’: “When I steal the power of the White King and transform from an ant in the eyes of an ancient god into a slightly larger cat, I will surely gain the protection of the ancient god.”

Is the power of the White King merely that of a cat to the ancients?!

The demons were both shocked and delighted, shocked by the greatness of the past and delighted that they were about to obtain the power left behind by the past!
After saying this, Xu Lie finally turned around and looked at the first Wind Demon Cultivator who had drunk the medicine: "How do you feel?"

"It feels great!" Feng Moxiu had just been distracted, listening to Ince's explanation while studying the knowledge transmitted by the potion: "Rituals, the potion comes with several ritual spells."

"It has also enhanced my inspiration. I have a premonition that as long as I pray to my Lord, I will see glimpses of his magnificent glory, and the potion will also contain the name of my Lord!"

As he said these words, Feng Moxiu himself did not notice the subtle madness that appeared on his face.

“Not bad.” Xu Lie stepped forward and patted the Wind Demon Cultivator on the shoulder: “As long as you pray sincerely three times a day, morning, noon and night, you will be able to tap into the power of the magic potion as soon as possible, thereby mastering the magic potion and advancing to the next level.”

"At that time, you will be able to truly obtain power from the divine revelation of my Lord."

"Yes!" Having personally experienced the ritual and honorific title that suddenly appeared in his mind, the Wind Demon Cultivator became extremely fanatical, and his eyes became even more intense.

The members of the Fierce Ghost Clan who hadn't yet taken the potion were also 'moved' by Xu Lie's words, and they all eagerly stepped forward to receive and drink the potion. After convulsing one by one, they began their first prayer under Xu Lie's guidance.

"The Creator of all things, the Lord behind the veil of shadow, the fallen nature of all living beings."

Just like the honorific name Xu Lie left for Aso Shin before, as long as the clone is still in the source matter, the honorific names of these single-path peaks can still point to the source matter and can be responded to by the clone.

At this moment, the members of the Fierce Ghosts saw the phantom of the true god. In the darkness, they saw an ocean that contained the universe, as if it contained all colors, yet it seemed as if it contained no colors at all.

Above the chaotic ocean, there was a colossal entity, too large for them to discern in its entirety, appearing both as light and shadow.

Even though such a being was only fleeting, they were still moved to tears. This was a true god! How magnificent! How sublime!

I knew before that the Old Church believed in the Old Days, but I didn't know that the Old Days were such a great existence!

Only Miyamoto Toru smiled without saying a word. It seemed that the Old Church would soon be able to wholesale extraordinary items from the Hanged Man pathway.

(End of this chapter)