Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

The Formless Ones are ever-changing beings. Like the evil gods, they possess a superior "origin," meaning that if the Formless Ones wish or if external factors intervene, they can perfectly transform into any substance. They are the "source" of all things, and as the origin, they also retain the blessings inherited from the evil gods.

The grace of evil, the gene of selfishness. All things evolve for survival, and survival means invasion and plunder. The weak are eliminated, and the grace bestowed by God is a bloody path of evolution. The worship of bloodshed and violence is an instinct hidden in the deepest recesses of our being, the instinct that even the most fragile sprout will seek sunlight.

But the phantoms are different. Their very existence is that of tools, a twisted form created by the deceased Mystic Master, contrary to divine will. The phantom race is purely altruistic; they cannot even conjure up thoughts of harm. And such anomalies, in the eyes of the Unseen Children, are hideous creatures, twisted forms that defy God, disgusting wretches, and excrement.

And now, they are surprised to find that this great fraudster's heart is full of excrement.

Even more terrifying is that this high-ranking figure, filled with excrement, smells sweet to them, drawn by the powerful attraction of the bloodline of the slumbering being.

The Child of No Form loves ominous signs, yet loathes the phantoms within him, and cannot understand why this great divine child enjoys such vulgar things.

In any case, attraction combined with avoidance has the same effect as some complex human emotions.

The unseen child reveres the great dung-eater, Lyle the fraudster.

Chapter 732 The Spread of Heresy

Upside down, vibrations of unknown direction occurred in every sense. The changes of the unseen children were like dancing, chaotic and disordered. The only discernible order was that they did not approach the ominous sign even slightly. The entire ocean of the subconscious was like a stomach with indigestion and muscle spasms. Lyle had not expected the evil god's "anorexia" to be so close. The chaotic waves attracted another thief with ulterior motives.

The form Susanna appeared was completely different from the four-legged monster; the feeding among the unseen beings seemed to be bidirectional. She stretched out her tentacles, revealing only a large, crouching, blurry humanoid figure, perhaps with a prominent protrusion on her head covered in iridescent spots of light. Her appearance was no longer discernible from the vague memories in his mind. Ironically, Lyle recognized Susanna because of the distinctive food clinging to her skin: a large group of elven-like Irasons with tentacles and spots of light. They were slowly absorbed, like lard melting into a hot pan, emitting screams far more unpleasant than the lazy creature itself. The unseen beings, preyed upon by Susanna, probed her inner self, sensed the danger, and attempted to transform into her weaknesses to survive. Susanna did not agree, and Lyle couldn't understand her current state of mind. If she didn't care, the Child of No Return would never have taken the form of Irason; Susanna must have cared deeply for the Green Dragon Priest. While she did care, she was now enjoying the agonizing, desperate cries of her beloved, her eating completely undisturbed.

The Nightmare Behemoth is of the same rank as the Unseen Child. Her presence does not exert an irresistible attraction on these newborns, so her feeding process is more brutal and in line with the natural concept of predation.

【What are you doing?】

Confusion and anger crashed into Omen's mind. Susanna's questioning was like slamming a chat window into Lyle's face. While maintaining his self, suppressing resistance, and feeding on his own kind, the elven governor's mental state was far from friendly.

Lyle tried to condense his words and convey his encounter with the Invisible Ones as completely as possible, knowing that interrupting someone's meal was always a bit of a mistake.

Susanna clearly realized this, just like Lyle.

[I brought you to the very heart of the Unseen Children, the best spot!! And the result?! You tried to befriend the food, played with its emotions, and were even disliked!! Have you gone mad? Don't you have any sense of being a divine child? I'm sorry, my mistake, I underestimated your 'rebelliousness.' Since you're disliked by the ingredients, give me some time, I'll digest them all. This time the yield is much greater than I expected, which shows that our arrangements in the Emerald Dream have indeed stirred up the Father God's nerves.]

Susanna seemed to have processed some of it and regained her composure. Taking advantage of her less aggressive mood, Lyle made a new proposal.

“Susanna, I want the Invisible Child to become part of the Dream Kingdom. We are still missing some regional bosses. You know, Christo always lacks innovation and a big-picture perspective when it comes to constructing macro-species. Look, here are some ready-made ones.”

The sole diner fell silent, a silence that tormented Lyle. The ominous sign and the nightmare behemoth were like two isolated islands in a chaotic sea; Lyle had successfully plunged the subconscious ocean of the evil god into an awkward atmosphere. At this moment, Lyle desperately missed the liches of Andrei, for they could consider any viewpoint without restraint, even those that sounded impossible and illogical, yet ultimately appear before you, battered and bruised, covered in the ash of explosions or worse, their soul flames gleaming. And say, "You did a good job, don't mention it again."

Susanna moved, stretching out her tentacles as if raising her eyes to look around. The surroundings were filled with invisible beings, their sheer size making it seem like a fantasy to devour them all, even without considering dieting, it was beyond her appetite.

[You'd better be prepared to introduce these terrible variables into our fragile framework; they're in their infancy now, but they won't always be. This is... insane.]

His subconscious exuded a reassuring confidence, even though his answer was somewhat unsettling.

"Haha, don't worry, I've done this many times."

……

The Emerald Dream, in contrast to the boundless ocean of the subconscious, is like a lighthouse. The light above is a tranquil blend of dreams and beauty, allowing the dreamer to sleep peacefully, but it is incredibly glaring to the nightmares in the darkness.

Beneath the deep, dark tide lies malice; every wave crashing against the rocks is a dark probing, where lurkers cower in the shadows, peering for the faint light.

It's a bit crowded here.

The Invisible Ones' aggregate, Susanna, and Lyle are right on the edge of the Emerald Dream's border. Lyle, who has been given temporary command due to rank suppression, has ordered all chaos to be hidden at the border of the Dream Kingdom. Now, on this side of the coast, apart from the Invisible Ones not being able to squeeze out a drop of water, there are monsters that would drive the Dream Druids mad and make them despair if they saw them.

Lyle felt that since he had already proclaimed himself a fraudster, he had to do things befitting the title—to deceive, and keep deceiving. He looked back and saw that the Invisible Ones, who seemed to be taking the subway during rush hour, had collectively taken a step back. This made Susanna, who was caught in the middle, snort coldly, although the Invisible Ones didn't care about her opinion.

"Can you feel it? My arrangement..." His words were filled with arrogance, as if he were showing off his masterpiece.

[I sensed it, divine power, foreign divine power...]

The Invisible Ones are not blind; they could not possibly be unaware of the overwhelming power blazing above the Dream Realm. In fact, Lyle himself was startled; he hadn't expected this conceptual power to be so conspicuous in the perception of the evil god's followers.

"That's the power of holy light, the concept of 'justice,' a power I stole from heretics." Lyle said he had everything under control, but he actually had a toothache. Mr. Raymond, what have you been doing?

The concept of justice. The ninth-tier power of the Angel of Light bestows holy light upon all those who harbor a sense of justice. Lyle had already sown the seeds of justice in the Emerald Dream at the last academic gathering. During this time, with the introduction of new classes and the surge in player activity, these players, firmly believing in the "justice" of their actions, have all received the blessings of justice, and their conviction in justice has further purified this concept. With the Gatekeeper Angel as a node of holy light, the power of justice runs rampant in the Emerald Dream. Now, it has completely merged with the Dream Realm, giving the Dream Game created by Lyle and others a degree of program automation.

Feeling the ever-growing scale of justice, Lyle buried his guilt deep inside; it couldn't be a bad thing. It simply meant more revelatory dreams in the real world, and various races developing some goodwill towards the Crusades.

"Now, let me bestow upon you this blessing, how to use this immense divine power, children of the formless." The ominous giant led the way up the rampart, enveloping his twisted and chaotic body in boundless light.

"God said, 'Let there be light.'"

[A request from the Pure One has been detected. All effects activated.] The gamified data panel received the following notification.

In an instant, light pierced the clouds, hymns resounded across the chaotic ocean, and a temple of gold and marble emerged from the heavens. A sacred staircase lifted the omen, and a smiling celestial being used gentle wings to shield it from its tentacles. The omen materialized, donning a holy white robe. Its hollow features tore open into a smile, a twisted smile that appeared merciful under the holy light. The Child of No Form and Susanna were struck by a powerful spiritual shock.

O invisible children of the evil god's kin, please allow me to introduce you to my omnipotent and radiant Holy Light Omnipotent Cult, and especially to introduce our Archbishop Raymond.

Your Majesty Raymond, your followers are about to increase again!

Chapter 733 Leader Confirmed

The woman leaned against an oak tree, her upper body bent, her back to the others, retching on one side. Every two breaths she let out a sob. Her companions' worries and pats were useless; the collected dew did not stop her discomfort. Her increasingly dejected posture aroused the concern of her friend. "She's never been like this before..." the comforter said, her voice trembling with tears, looking over with a resentful gaze.

Lyle felt extremely uncomfortable, and Irason's gaze made him even more uneasy. What did I do? I didn't do anything wrong to her. Completely confused, yet feeling like he was being treated as a criminal, Lyle couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Maybe she just ate too much..."

The green dragon priest's gaze grew even more stern, like a guillotine slicing down on Lyle.

"I'm fine, I just need a little time to recover..." Susanna covered her mouth, forcing herself to stand up straight, as if that would suppress the nausea. The usually cold elven governor, contrary to his usual demeanor, appeared vulnerable, his eyes filled with apology as he looked at Lyle's innocent gaze.

“Don’t blame him, it’s just my natural physiological reaction, after all, I’ve experienced that level of mental shock. The part of me that once belonged to the Child of No Form is acting up inside me…” Before she could finish speaking, Susanna turned around and retched again, while Lyle then endured the Green Dragon Priest’s glaring attack.

Lyle, who had just impersonated a cult leader... no, the leader of the Holy Light Church, gave a wry smile and began to defend his innocence: "I'm the one who's wronged! I resolved yet another crisis in the Emerald Dream. And in every aspect, it was perfect. Your attitude hurts me deeply. I put on such a shameful act, accomplishing the feat of manifesting sainthood before evil. Not only did I not receive flowers and applause, but I feel like I'm being rejected. Did you also smell the 'stench' of the phantom?"

“No, you did a great job, guiding the unseen children to the Holy Light, deceiving them into assimilating with justice, Lyle, you have done a feat that the gods find blasphemous… Ugh…” Susanna’s praise made Lyle anything but happy.

The Dragon King Priest, Lyle, the Ominous God, stood rooted to the spot, like a sinner awaiting judgment. He began to agonize. Could the previous God-like deification model really have such an impact, causing even Susanna, a member of the evil god's kin, to feel so uncomfortable? What kind of source of mental pollution was he?

"That's not right. But those unseen beings didn't show the same adverse reaction as you, Susanna. They were just surprised for a moment and then quickly accepted it!" Lyle noticed something amiss, his eyes narrowed as he carefully observed Susanna's gagging. This wicked woman, could she be playing a trick on me?

Sweat beaded on his forehead, his eyes were glazed and murky, and his body swayed. His posture was far from graceful. Lyle was filled with doubt that the elven governor would disguise himself like this just to mess with him.

Susanna paused for a few seconds, her eyes regaining their clarity and revealing a look of realization mixed with pity. "Those poor newborns probably haven't even grasped the concept of normalcy before they've been subjected to your mental pollution. For someone like me, who has been an elven governor for so many years and has developed a set of normal understanding, the cognitive pollution you've caused, which subverts common sense, is naturally incredibly shocking."

“And they haven’t formed the right values ​​yet. Your spiritual pollution is probably just a seed to them. Poor little guys, they’re destined to grow up crooked.” Susanna laughed. “That’s good too. Those invisible children who have already been distorted and polluted will be more friendly when they come into contact with this normal world again.”

Lyle interjected at the opportune moment, "Just like a hungry and cold traveler would gravitate towards a warm campfire?"

Susanna's discomfort subsided over time.

"I don't know about that. It depends on what you've instilled in them. If their developing personalities are more like Lyle's, that bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong, then they might be easier to control. By the way, where did you put them?"

"Holy Light Concentration Camp".

……

The land beneath the king's feet is his kingdom.

The Land of Holy Light does not require land, but rather the purity to tread upon it. Merok Raymond's personal power—his immense strength enough to imbue his every word and action with sacredness—is such that only Andre Academy can resist the erosion of the Holy Land. Even his shadow, clones, and gatekeeper angels possess such power.

The entrance to the Dreamland dungeon has become a sacred place. Every player who passes by either has long admired the name of the "Account Deletion Angel" or is awestruck by the holiness of this place. Before entering the dungeon, everyone holds their breath and bows low.

When Lyle arrived, only the gatekeeper stood there, like a luminous sculpture, his greatsword wreathed in holy flames plunging into the ground, the holy flame bonfire illuminating the surroundings.

"Your Excellency the Angel!"

"The Pure One." The gatekeeper controlled the surrounding light spots to dim, the light appearing as if showing humility before Lyle.

"Where is our Invisible Children BOSS group?!" Lyle was actually a little panicked. When he brought the Invisible Children group on their pilgrimage, they had filled this space to the brim, but now, the surrounding space was completely still. Had the Invisible Children disappeared? Had they sensed something was wrong and fled? Surely they couldn't all have been killed.

The goalkeeper kneels down on one knee to facilitate communication.

“I oversee those strange creatures that have contributed to justice, and they will be subject to the supervision of justice in the dream realm. I send them around to get familiar with this dream world.”

The lack of surprises reassured Lyle somewhat. "So, how much do they accept the Holy Light? Have any betrayed the evil gods and converted to the Holy Light?"

The gatekeeper shook his head. "No, why should I?"

The straightforward answer startled Lyle. "Didn't these invisible beings sense your divine power? Didn't you interfere at all?"

"They showed obvious fear of me, but nothing else."

“You can try brainwashing… I mean, influence them, let the invisible children feel the warmth of the holy light.”

"...Your Excellency, the Holy Light only requires pure faith. The Light Chasers will not force anyone to accept the Holy Light, because we do not need to do so."

"Impossible, right? Shouldn't there be some secret dark room under the church? Your priests take innocent children in there to preach the greatness of the Holy Light, and there's also a judgment chamber, where the judges and knights punish those heretics who disobey the Holy Light for the darkness under its light, right?"

"...If you weren't a Pure One, I would have been tempted to kill you with my sword. Pure One, your mind has been corrupted by the knowledge of evil gods. Faith in the Holy Light should be pure and holy. There are no dark rooms under the Church, only storage rooms for the spoils of heresy. The main job of the Judges is to hunt down traitors and punish threats that are hostile to humanity. The Holy Light you imagine is no longer the Holy Light."

"...I'm trying to develop Mr. Raymond's Holy Light influence...this is a new follower."

The gatekeeper sighed.

"The main body won't be happy about this. What he wants are qualified light seekers, not followers like this, who make me want to draw my sword at the mere sight of them."

The Holy Light belongs only to humanity. This blatant human supremacy was ingrained in Mr. Raymond's very being.

"But Mr. Raymond also recruited people everywhere in Andrei, and he even accepted Protoss like Lofdy and the Holy Light Culinary Society."

The gatekeeper gazed into the distance, his gaze following the glow that enveloped the emerald dream as it moved into the distance.

“Dead people are still people. Isn’t the change in the original body brought about by you, Lord Pure One?”

"The duty of a paladin is to protect the people, defend justice, and enlighten his fellow countrymen to preach justice; that is the work of a priest."

Lyle pouted.

"Where can I find a priest who can look an evil god in the eye?"

“Previously, the Invisible One recommended a great and noble guide to me.”

"Great fraudster, noble dung-eater, creator of other lights, do you know whose name this is? Your Excellency, the Pure One."

"..."

Chapter 734 The Cataclysmic Bishop

Using a dense, rolling mountain range as a backdrop, the game blocks players' paths and piques their curiosity. Every single majestic mountain is identical; this copy-and-paste approach is a common flaw among game designers. It seems that since the perspective shifted from players to game designers, their preference for intricate complexity has shifted to geometric shapes—the simpler, the better.

The overly simplistic background design is just a jumble of dyed clumps together, resembling a turbulent sea of ​​waves rather than mountains. The chaotic "mountains" move slowly forward, their verdant surfaces occasionally revealing snowflake-like distortions that expose a twisted and terrified interior beneath.