Mystery: The High-Dimensional Overlooker

"The Lord told me..." Mr. Z closed his eyes and seemed to be thinking about it. The voice he just heard was majestic and benevolent, and he suddenly realized that he had misunderstood the Lord's meaning for a long time - the Lord did not cause them to fall, but wanted to bear the sins of all living beings and serve as a ray of light. Brighten up this fallen world.

"Revise the content and honorific names of the holy scriptures, and cleanse the ungodly believers who do evil in the name of the Lord." Mr. Z's words contained a bit of blood, and it seemed that he only listened to the second half of the sentence. Gao Wei pressed the thick copy of "How to Get Along with People" in his hand, and said helplessly to Mr. Z: "You have completed the second half of the Lord's requirements very well - Tingen still needs you to spread the Lord's glory. , Mr. Z. What you have to do now is to learn how to be a qualified bishop."

"——First of all, even if you are 'Rose Bishop', don't always use flesh and blood magic in front of ordinary people. So, you should continue to learn the above content." A malicious smile appeared on Gao Wei's face , just like when you see someone being tortured by books. He watched Mr. Z's expression change instantly, but in the end he gritted his teeth and sat next to Gao Wei.

"Praise You, praise You!" Mr. Z shouted, his expression as he looked at the book so heroic that it seemed as if he would sacrifice himself for the Lord in the next second: "Lord, the Creator of all things, the omniscient and almighty God; You are the source of all greatness, and You are the fallen nature of all living beings!"

Well, this honorary name has been changed to be a little more decent. It is troublesome for a god who holds the power of "fall" to preach - fortunately, an external god like me doesn't need to preach or anchor at all. The high-dimensional overlooker thought so, and continued to look at the scene presented on the few small light screens in front of him with the real creator.

Klein drank the potion and carefully restrained his spirituality. It didn't take long for him to master the most basic spiritual vision. He moved his gaze to look at Old Neil carefully, but suddenly, Klein saw a pair of eyelashless, indifferent, and almost transparent eyes in the void behind him.

These almost illusory eyes were quietly watching Old Neil and Klein. This made him shudder, opened his mouth, and blurted out: "You have a pair of eyes behind you!"

But before he finished speaking, before Old Neil could react, a black cross and an eye covered by a curtain appeared around the illusory eyes. Dark roses spread out from the cross, entwining those eyes. Klein, on the other hand, watched in stunned silence as another huge, cold eye poked out from behind the curtain, and with an uppercut in an extremely anthropomorphic posture, smashed those eyes into pieces.

Looking at that eye, Klein felt strangely familiar. But almost at the same time, he felt dizzy. Without time to think, Klein could only shout, "Captain Dunn, Captain Dunn! Something's wrong here, Old Neil!"

He ran two steps outside and felt an even stronger dizziness coming from him. The moment before he fell into coma, Klein suddenly remembered why the eyes behind the curtain felt familiar to him:

That was the cold eyes he saw above the gray fog two days ago!

When Dunn arrived, he only saw a mess on the ground. He looked at Klein who was unconscious and lying on the ground and Old Neil who was sitting sluggishly in the distance, looking at a line of flesh and blood that was gradually condensing in the air. He couldn't help but tighten his grip. with both fists.

"Are we making too much noise?" the true creator said in his deep voice. He is in particularly good condition today. It seems that a large part of his humanity is used to resist the pollution brought to him by the high-dimensional overlookers, so that His madness was reduced a bit. The high-dimensional Overlooker silently withdrew his power, looked at the pair of eyes of the hidden sage in his hand, and said to the true Creator:

"I suggest you ask your followers who are still in Tingen to run away...your reverse cross is so iconic. I thought the Hidden Sage had discovered us just now, but damn, I'm afraid I won't be able to stay in Tingen for the time being. .Actually, the dark night is not bad, but the key point is that I am afraid of the tyrant’s PTSD.”

"...All my believers in Tingen are dead, and the only one left is the one next to you - probably." The real creator sighed, "It's a pity, that one's brain doesn't seem to be big enough. Yes. Well, what about the plan you mentioned before to increase my anchors?"

"I have to take your divine envoy to Backlund and transform your church there. I still have some unfinished business here. At least I have to have my incarnation have a relationship with Mystery." Gao Dimensional Overlooker Said: "By the way, you seem to be in good condition. Is my pollution so effective?"

"Intermittent, it happens that the crazy part of human nature resists your pollution. I estimate that I can only have such a moment of complete clarity every ten days. But even if my state is worse, it will not become the same as before. Even if we have completely lost our minds, our plan can still proceed." The True Creator said calmly, his voice gradually became confused, and his words became like babble.

"It's getting interesting." The high-dimensional overlooker changed his posture and watched his incarnation accompany the true creator in the land abandoned by the gods. He looked at another incarnation and once again felt the pleasure of overlooking: "Did you just give Ke Ryan has taken a favor to isolate you from pollution?"

"...You too?" The True Creator hesitated.

"Well, things have indeed become interesting." The high-dimensional overlooker spread his limbs: "I actually don't want to participate so much, it is too annoying to the 'god'."

Chapter 8 Backlund welcomes you

"Let's go, we have to leave now." Gao Wei closed the book in his hand and said to Mr. Z: "The Lord's oracle, next the pagans will search for members of the Aurora Society in Tingen. As a bishop, you can't Exposed."

"Yes." Mr. Z, fully aware of the importance of the oracle and having learned new teachings about God, had become even more convinced of Gao Wei's faith in him. He hurried to prepare things. Gao Wei sat quietly on the sofa by the fireplace, his eyes serene and distant as he gazed into the void.

Klein woke up from his bed and saw a circle of serious-looking Nighthawks surrounding him. Dunn stood beside Klein's bed, with a serious and worried look on his face. Klein woke up slowly, with some pain still lingering in his mind. He stared blankly at the Nighthawks around him, but couldn't help but groan because of the pain in his mind.

"Klein, don't move. You're likely 'contaminated' like Old Neil. Tell me, what did you see before you finally turned to me for help?" Dunn Smith held Klein's shoulders, immobilizing him. Klein, enduring a headache, opened his eyes and found that besides several familiar Nighthawks sitting beside his bed, there was also a man in a trench coat, his chin and lips covered by the collar.

Dunn noticed Klein's gaze and explained, "This is His Excellency Crestessima, the 'Sword of the Goddess.' Klein, thankfully you warned us in time, allowing us to control Old Neil, who was about to lose control. This was no easy feat for a newly promoted Beyonder. However, we cannot allow hidden dangers to remain within the Nighthawks. Old Neil has been contaminated by the Hidden Sage, and we don't want you to..."

Old Neil? Klein suddenly remembered the scene he saw before he fell into coma. Roses bloomed on top of the dark inverted cross, entangled in those extremely indifferent eyes with seemingly fragile branches. And when the reverse cross and those eyes were entangled with each other, an eyeball emerged from the sky, and an uppercut smashed those indifferent eyes - what kind of scene is this?

Klein shook his head, threw away the complicated thoughts in his mind and said, but when he spoke, he found that his voice was particularly hoarse: "After Old Neil helped me prepare the potion, I drank it - —I quickly became an Beyonder and mastered spiritual vision with the help of Old Neil. But when I used my spiritual vision to observe my surroundings, I discovered that there was a pair of cold eyes behind Old Neil!"

"Then I just yelled at Old Neil..."

"That's the Hidden Sage. According to the Sanctuary's tests, it was He who corrupted Mr. Neil," Dunn said in a deep voice. Crestessima, who sat beside him, gestured for Klein to continue. Klein nodded and continued to recall what he had witnessed. He recounted the actions of the inverted cross and the eyeballs in their gaze on the Hidden Sage, leaving the Night Watchers present somewhat stunned.

It was simply that Klein's description of "the eyeball with the uppercut punching out the Hidden Sage" was so vivid that the Nighthawks present were unable to react. Krestel thought, having been a senior deacon for many years, he had seen all sorts of spectacular scenes. What? You're saying the Hidden Sage got his eye blown out by an eyeball?

I have never seen this scene before.

"...No problem, Dunn. At present, it seems that your team members have no traces of being contaminated by the Hidden Sage or other gods. However, to be cautious, I still need to confirm whether his personality has been damaged due to the previous pollution on Old Neil. Change—Considering the possible existence and deep-hidden contamination of the Hidden Sage and the True Creator, please go out first, I need to test him alone.”

Crestessima opened the silver suitcase at his feet and pulled out the sacred object he had contracted, the "Goddess Sword." The sword glowed faintly in his hand, creating a sealed spiritual zone around him. Seeing Creste's cautious demeanor, Klein couldn't help but ask:

"Your Excellency Sesima, may I ask if the pollution on Old Neil and I... is serious?"

"Old Neil was only contaminated by the Hidden Sage, and has now been sent to Backlund's church for treatment - but unfortunately, even if he does not have any sequelae, he may not be able to continue to hold his current position. , may be arranged to become a priest in the church, and we can also better understand the changes in him. As for the pollution on your body, I am preparing to test it now - after all, all this happened after you became an extraordinary person. .”

Crestessima asked casually, "Klein, what do you think of the evil god 'True Creator'?"

I was in a dream! Is this a way to detect whether I have been deeply contaminated? Klein's pupils dilated slightly, looking for the most authentic answer in his heart.

A reverse cross, a pair of cold but obviously dull eyes, and a dark mass of twinkling stars were suspended behind Klein, looking at him. They lurked behind shadows, curtains, and secrecy, watching Klein as if wanting to hear his answer.

The Higher-Dimensional Observer, with great disdain, discarded another incarnation, eroded beyond use by the True Creator's scattered power in the God-Forsaken Land. Picking and choosing from the flesh and blood on the ground, he barely managed to piece together a body that was relatively resistant to corrosion. Two light screens flickered before Him. One was much larger, hovering in front of the True Creator and the Higher-Dimensional Observer, broadcasting the scene surrounding Klein.

The other light curtain was only as tall as a person, appearing like a speck of dust next to the true Creator. What emerged from this light curtain was a woman whose face was covered with a dark veil. She quietly stared at Klein in the light curtain, seemingly not paying attention to the horrific scene of flesh and blood tumbling under her feet.

"It is you who have corrupted the Hidden Sage, Outer God," Amanisis said calmly to the High-Dimensional Overlooker, yet he radiated no hostility towards him. The High-Dimensional Overlooker scoffed, rubbing his cold, dull eyes in his hands as he channeled the ever-expanding knowledge of the higher dimension into his body. Through this thread of connection, the Hidden Sage's true form permeated the internet. Perhaps soon, the title of Hidden Sage would be passed down to someone else.

Even well-digested gods like the Black Emperor and senior quasi-gods like Mr. "Gate" will be controlled by the pollution of the fallen mother goddess, and this old one now does not even have a complete source of his own. But if the two hidden sages of the true gods faced off against the high-dimensional overlooker who was the incarnation of the source material, the outcome could be imagined.

"What's the point of saying these things, Goddess of Night? Ah, no, if we follow the customs of old Earth, I should call you this: Amanesis. Ah, Amanesis, Amanesis. You are here accusing me of polluting the Hidden Sages, but you dare not go to war with me. Asking me this is like asking yourself: You have now projected your will into the God-Forsaken Land to converse with me, an Outer God. Does this mean you want to betray Earth?"

The high-dimensional overlooker sneered: "Just because I am an outer god? Amanisis, there is a limit to self-deception: the demon wolf with the soul of the old human being stuffed in its body, and the human being selected by the source of matter to become an outer god. —You and I are not fundamentally different.”

"At least we have no disagreement on the choice of the Lord of Mysteries. This is different from you and the other Outer Gods. Before the apocalypse, it will be difficult for a God to be born. For the safety of the Earth, we must have a pillar. High-dimensional Overlooker, at least you don't want to destroy the Earth." Amanesis said, her face shrouded in a dark veil, making her true expression invisible. The True Creator hung upside down on the cross, silent, as if trying to control his madness. The High-dimensional Overlooker said:

"Adam is working with you."

"The secret he supports is Amon." Amanisis said: "I don't believe in him, nor do I believe in Amon. But at least until Adam becomes a visionary, I will not oppose him. He needs war to make himself To complete the ritual of becoming a god, I need to take advantage of the opportunities this war brings to us."

"You're right, He is so much like the God of Heaven. Do you believe that if Amon becomes a secret, everyone in the world will wear monocles and become puppets? Amanisis, you are not the same old man, I can see your past and future:" The high-dimensional overlooker made his avatar squirm a little, and said to the goddess of night in front of him: "You have always been good at taking sides. This is something you accumulated at work when you were still a human. Do you have any experience? Whether it is Redemption Rose or the current mysterious candidate, you have never missed a choice."

"The High-Dimensional Overlooker." Amanisis said calmly to the High-Dimensional Overlooker: "You were once a human being, and you experienced that era just like us."

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Gao Wei looked down in confusion.

"When you were still a human, did you ever consider dying alone?"

"Why are you attacking me personally!"

The True Creator looked at the two gods and was silent. He sighed and showed the limit of a science and engineering man: "But I remember... you said when you followed me... Amanisis, you didn't get married back then..."

"Ah, he's gone."

Gao Wei opened his eyes and walked out of the train station with Mr. Z. But when Gao Wei saw the disguised Aurora Society messengers that Mr. Z had recognized, the corners of his mouth twitched. Those messengers were holding huge signs with a few letters scribbled in ink on them:

Mr. Abraham, Welcome to Backlund!

Chapter 9 Welcome Your Excellency, the Beloved One, to inspect the Backlund Aurora Club

"What is this?" Gao Wei's face twitched. He patted his cheek and tried hard to control himself so that he would not show a strange expression. Mr. Z was a little embarrassed, but also a little proud. What was embarrassing was that this was the "welcome ceremony" he had previously suggested to his companions in Backlund - he was still the culprit, and what made Mr. Z proud was that he now knew The Beloved One thinks that he is now more in touch with God's will than his companions in Backlund.

Mr. Z whispered: "Your Excellency, I will ask them to put away the signs first..."

"No, no need." Gao Wei took a deep breath: "They are coming - this is too exaggerated. Alas, don't do these things all the time, it is too easy to be exposed."

"Well, okay. I understand." Mr. Z nodded seriously, walked quickly towards Mr. A who came to greet him from a distance, and shouted loudly: "Put that down! Don't affect... Well, Yes, don’t affect public order!”

As expected, nine out of ten members of the Aurora Society are crazy, and one is somewhat seriously ill... Gao Wei looked at Mr. Z quietly, raised his head and sighed in his heart, then raised his legs and walked forward.

Listening to Mr. Z's words, Mr. A's eyes flashed with anger. He looked at Mr. Z, the Rose Bishop who was not as powerful as him, and seemed to be thinking in his mind whether he wanted to eliminate harm for the Lord. However, before Mr. A wanted to take action, he thought that the Lord's favored one was behind Mr. Z. After thinking about it, he gave up - when the leader came, he had to leave a good impression on him.

"Your Excellency," Mr. A lowered his head and said respectfully to Gao Wei after walking out of the train station: "We learned about the Lord's oracle before, and we have prepared a plan for you to travel to Backlund - Would you like to go to our... um, gathering point first, or would you like us to help you arrange a carriage home first?"

Mr. A looked at the pedestrians around him, but he still resisted saying the words "Aurora Society".

"Go to your side first, Mr. A." Gao Wei nodded and said: "Our time is very tight, and the false gods who betrayed the Lord will not rest. They always want to suppress the Lord in the dark shadow forever. We need to hurry up and restore the glory of the Lord.”

"That's what you said." There was a smile on Mr. A's face. The face with a true creator's aesthetics seemed to have nothing to do with his identity as a "cultist" in the sun. Others only thought he was a slightly delicate and handsome man. Young man: "It is our greatest honor to be able to run for the Lord. Welcome, Your Excellency, the Beloved One, to come and inspect the Backlund Aurora Society."

The high-dimensional overlooker looked at the true Creator hanging upside down on the cross, with a smile on his face. This smile widened on his face, causing the smile at the corner of his mouth to gradually become abnormal. The high-dimensional overlooker smiled and said to the true creator: "Let me guess the origin of this sentence? Is this what you taught them to say? This sentence is too template-like. You, a scientist, would still say this? Did you learn it when you were trying to defraud funds?"

"...I didn't teach them." The True Creator said solemnly.

"Yeah, I get it, I get it." The High-Dimensional Overlooker propped up the avatar's ribs, which had been corroded to the point of falling off. "You've carved this instinct into your own path. Tsk, your followers are all masters of disguise. I actually want to ask you: when the oil ran out, how desperate were you for money?"

"...I want you to take care of it."

The True Creator, looking at the exceptionally wealthy Outer God before him, suddenly felt that the Evernight Goddess's words before her departure had been too kind. Far above the starry skies, the Super Star Lord cautiously glanced at the High-Dimensional Overlooker, laughing and hiding behind the curtain, fearing he might suddenly think twice and come over to punch his "potted plant," Bang Bang.

"Same as Tianzun, such a god of fun is so annoying." The Super Star Lord said through gritted teeth.

Gao Wei followed Mr. A into an empty house and saw many secret prayers and listeners with their heads bowed and silently praying in the basement of the house. They lowered their heads and hid in the shadows behind them, praying, with only the faint firelight shining on their faces. Although the true Creator's current state is much better than before, these extraordinary people become no different from normal people when praying. But Gao Wei still narrowed his eyes, seeming a little dissatisfied.

"The Lord who created everything, the omniscient and omnipotent God; you are the source of all greatness, and you are the fallen nature of all living things!" Mr. A closed his eyes and prayed. Mr. Z had been forcibly arranged by him when he returned to the Aurora Society just now. Went to the side to "rest". Mr. A opened his eyes, looked at Gao Wei who looked dissatisfied, and asked cautiously:

"Excuse me, Your Excellency. You don't seem very satisfied? Is there something we did wrong?"

"I remember that the Lord revised the Holy Scriptures before, Mr. A. The current way of praying is still too superficial. It is easy to expose and unreasonable." Gao Wei said to Mr. A with a serious look. : "I think you can change the prayer to reciting it silently in your heart, so that you can pray 24 hours a day. Change the gesture of pointing the reverse cross on your chest to visualizing the glorious straight cross in your mind to anchor it. The holy book that determines the Lord’s present.”

"Hmm..." Mr. A pondered, increasingly convinced that Gao Wei's proposed method was feasible. It would not only align with the Secret Prayer's principles of acting, but also expedite the process—he tried it in his mind, and sure enough, he received the Lord's response, as always. The Lord's response no longer gave him a splitting headache, but instead brought him a sense of the glory of someone bearing suffering. Mr. A was ecstatic, sensing a glow hidden in the shadows. He suddenly looked up at Gao Wei, as if astonished by the effectiveness of this method.

“But how can we let others hear the glory of the Lord?” After a moment of hesitation, Mr. A asked with some confusion: “In this case, wouldn’t no one know that we believe in the Lord? And I’m worried that there is some hypocrisy. Believers will use this to sneak into us and blaspheme the glory of the Lord..."

"Of course, you can also combine this method with the previous one. For example, hold regular gatherings for sermons or collective prayers. After all, many of the Lord's followers are from the lower classes, and they can't even read or understand the Lord's scriptures. Without understanding the Lord's glory, they will naturally be confused by the suffering He bears." Gao Wei said with a smile, "And if you are worried about the issue of preaching, as long as you 'bishops' can hide yourselves and enter the various classes of Backlund, you can naturally increase the number of believers for the Lord."

Mr. A listened carefully to Gao Wei's words, thoughtfully. Gao Wei paused for a moment and continued to explain to Mr. A: "Of course, the secret prayers and listeners at the bottom can also increase the number of believers for the Lord. I think that now they need to carry out unified education and join a unified trade union to practice it. Spread the glory of the Lord - you know, the Lord’s favor does not come to those lazy people who only know how to pray.”

"I admire your wisdom!" Mr. A praised solemnly.

Watching Mr. A take action quickly to prove that he is the most devout believer in the true Creator. Gao Wei stood silently at the door of the basement, watching the secret prayers being pulled up by Mr. A and the windows for light being opened by him. The atmosphere here changed from gloomy to solemn, and each and every one of them was once crazy and... The Xie Yi secret prayer man's face was now covered with a layer of holy light.

"The Hanged Man's influence from top to bottom is truly powerful..." Gao Wei muttered to himself, but suddenly a rather cold voice came from beside him:

"Your Excellency."

Gao Wei turned around and saw a man hidden in the darkness. Gao Wei sensed the man and quickly realized his identity. He turned around and greeted the man with a smile:

"Hello, Your Majesty the Dark Saint."

"Don't dare, don't dare, you are too polite. We admire Your Excellency the Wisdom of the Blessed One, and the glory of the Lord will definitely shine on you." Dark Saint Kesma waved his hand and asked respectfully: "Excuse me Next..."

"Ah, I need a place where I can be promoted to 'Listener'. By the Lord's grace, I can digest potions very quickly." Gao Wei made some nonsense - in fact, he didn't need to digest potions at all. The pollution in the potion has almost no effect on the soul, which is essentially the old one, and the alien god characteristics in his body were digested tens of millions of years ago. The only thing that has some impact is the spiritual imprint left by the true creator in the potion, but even these imprints have been sealed by Gao Wei with his own unique ability and used for other purposes.

"Praise the Lord." Kesma made a cross on her chest and praised, "It's a rare time for you to come to Backlund. Do you have anything else to tell me?"

"There is something... there is. But you don't need any help." Gao Wei said to Kesma with a smile on his face: "I (the original owner of the body) am a descendant of the Abraham family, and there are also some people here. A small network of connections. Just tomorrow night, I am going to attend a banquet as a painter. Haha, please lend me Mr. A. I want him to get to know more people in the upper class - this is very important to us. The overall development is also excellent.”

"Then, the gathering point of the Aurora Society is still too shabby now." Gao Wei said casually: "I am going to donate a small manor to the Aurora Society in my own name."

The True Creator looked at the high-dimensional overlooker and once again felt a little jealous of the wealth of the outer gods.

"What happened to the saying that all evil gods are poor?" the True Creator muttered to himself.

"Only you and the future 'Fool' are evil gods. Dear Zhenzao, I am the outer god." Gao Dimensional Overlooker said sincerely: "My path determines that I will not be short of money."