I joined the group chat as Aizen in the Ninja World

He needs the vacation time at Hogwarts to make a breakthrough in the stage of rule fusion, at which time his body and soul will fall into a deep sleep.

Because Luna will also travel to Greece with her father during the holidays, Gerard doesn't have to worry about being disturbed when sleeping in this paradise tower.

And although his soul would fall into a deep sleep, his consciousness was still active. It did not affect the water group, nor did it affect his communication with Hermione using the magic phone.

After all, his magic phone is stored in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Gerard hadn't told anyone that the concept behind this magic phone was actually modeled after group chats. However, his power of rules wasn't yet perfect enough to allow group chats to have all the magical functions.

of course.

Even if he could completely replicate group chat in the future, he didn't intend to let it happen. One group chat was enough, and there was no point in having so many.

Moreover, when he can replicate the group chat, he will also be able to obtain all the rights of the current group chat.

577 Eriri is ready to cause trouble

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: After the fusion of rules succeeds, will my dear enter a whole new realm?

This is an actor: Well, if I succeed, I can become the embodiment of the rules. But this process will be long.

Skirt Upskirt Maniac: What does it mean to be the embodiment of rules?

Book Artist: I don't understand. Do you have any specific references?

This is an actor: The God in the Western Bible is the embodiment of rules, creating the world in seven days.

Foul-mouthed Suit Man: So, the boss is God from now on?! Oh, I have a request! Yes, it's a very important request for me! Can you please allow me to become your angel? You should know that my image is most suitable for this job.

Scarlet Snake Fairy:?

Lin Fengjiao: ...

Hatchet Girl: Mr. Deadpool, please don't do this. You will ruin the good image of an angel in my mind.

In Kaede Kotonoha's mind, angels are often handsome, with pure white wings fluttering behind them, and emitting a holy and divine light. Now, replacing this perfect image with Deadpool wearing a leather tights, it feels to her like heaven has fallen into hell.

Shaking her little head vigorously, Gui Yanye quickly drove the picture out of her mind.

"What's wrong, Ye?" Janet, who was standing next to her, couldn't help but look puzzled when she saw her shaking her head.

"No, nothing." Gui Yanye breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I just had a vision. The angels in heaven were wearing black and red tights."

Janet was stunned for a moment, and said in astonishment: "Tights? And black and red? Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

"That's why I said it was an illusion. Don't take it seriously." Katsura Yanye comforted.

"Angels only wear tight panties! And they're pink!" Janet said with a serious look, staring at Katsura Kotonoha, "As a devout believer, I can assure you!"

"You're so pious!" Katsura Yanye's mouth twitched fiercely, and her face was full of black lines. "How could there be an angel wearing only tight pink panties? That's fucking perverted!"

"This... maybe wearing two pairs of fishnet socks?"

"This is even more perverted, hey! God would cry if he heard you say this!"

"Don't worry about it, God..." Janet stopped talking mid-sentence. She smelled a pungent, fishy odor. This smell was familiar to her. It was those giant snakes!

sizzle.

Just as the thought formed in my mind, the surrounding bushes suddenly let out a terrifying roar. The entire forest seemed to come alive, and the branches and leaves of the trees trembled gently.

"Ye, we seem to be surrounded." Janet swallowed, looking panicked.

Those giant snakes had clearly left a deep psychological scar on her, so much so that even the slightest movement of them had left her completely paralyzed. At times like these, only Kotonoha-chan's soft waist could heal her...

Damn, where’s Ye?

Janet looked around, only to find that the girl beside her had disappeared. Damn it!

The poor Battle Sister was completely paralyzed. Like a young animal abandoned by its mother, she stood trembling on the plains surrounded by tigers and wolves.

Swish swish.

Just then, those massive snakes, tens of meters long, caught her eye. Just like the images in her memory, their bodies were covered in a grid of red and white patterns, their vertical pupils devoid of any emotion, filled with coldness and brutality.

hiss.

Staring at the trembling Janet, the snakes raised their tongues and pounced towards her.

hum.

At this moment, a silver light suddenly flashed. Then, it seemed like a dancing flame, stretching out thin silver-white threads in the air.

Choking.

Before Janet could react, Katsura Kotonoha, with her black hair dancing, appeared before her again, her sword sheathed.

Space seems to be frozen and time seems to be still.

Both the big snake and Janet seemed to be under a spell of immobilization at this moment, and their bodies became completely stagnant.

until the next moment.

Puff puff.

Each snake's body was covered in blood, which quickly spread throughout its body. Smelly black and red blood splattered everywhere, and its mutilated bodies were scattered everywhere by the surge of sword energy.

"I'm sorry, their senses seem to be very sharp." Katsura Kotonoha blinked and said apologetically, "If I hadn't left temporarily, these beasts wouldn't have appeared in droves."

It would be too troublesome to find these big snakes one by one, so Katsura Kotonoha deliberately used Janet as bait.

"You..." A certain battle nun finally understood the situation and looked at her friend tremblingly. Then, she burst into tears.

Seeing this, Katsura Yanye rushed forward to comfort her, gently patting her on the back. Then, without hesitation, she took a photo of her, edited it into a text message, and sent it to the group chat with the title: Shocking! Why is the Battle Sister in the jungle crying so hard?!

Skirt-lifting maniac: Pfft! Kotonoha-chan, your level of evilness is really steadily increasing!

Foul-mouthed man: Let go of that girl and let the angel uncle comfort her!

Curly-haired boy: Angel? Haha, I think you eat shit!

Skull Island Handsome Guy: If there really were angels like you, heaven would probably be destroyed.

Lazy Kitten: Everyone says that Brother An Ran is just using metaphors! His power is just equivalent to God, but he is not the real God!

Foul-mouthed man in a suit: I don’t care, uncle, my angel spot has already been reserved!

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: If you do this, I will change my online name.

Book artist: Hahahaha, changing your online name is so hilarious!

Inside the spacious four-wheeled carriage.

The corners of Eriri's mouth curled up under her cloak, and she tried hard not to laugh out loud.

"Mr. Death, are you really determined to do this?" Across from her, Ashley looked a little worried.

"Yes." Eriri nodded and said calmly, "If we want to accomplish our great cause, we must break free from this backward theocratic belief. Otherwise, our ideological transformation will never be complete."

"I understand and agree with your point of view." Ashley was silent for a moment, then said, "But the power of the War Church is really strong. We must proceed with caution."

"Don't worry, my initial plan is just to infiltrate." Eriri nodded slightly and said softly.

578 Visitors to Azkaban

penetration.

This was Eriri's plan to deal with the Vandersey Empire's War Church. First, she would use Jessica's family resources to gain access to the church's upper echelons, and then use the influence she gained to subvert the church.

This method was safe and effective, but it might take quite a while, but Eriri had plenty of time.

"Infiltration is indeed an effective method for dismantling the War Church," Ashley nodded in agreement. "If you can gain access to the church's Privy Council, your chances of success will be even higher."

The Privy Council of the Church functions somewhat like an imperial parliament, being an institution and department that can formulate church strategy.

However, compared to the members of the Imperial Parliament, the War Bishops in the Privy Council clearly had greater power. Each War Bishop was like a local prince of the Empire in his own jurisdiction, possessing the privilege of mobilizing all church resources in that region.

According to this situation, is the War Bishop equivalent to the titled princes of the empire?

No.

According to the laws of the Empire, nobles with titles cannot participate in the Imperial Diet, which decides national policy. However, the War Bishop is the core of the Privy Council.

In other words, the power of the War Bishop in the War Church is equivalent to the sum of the imperial senators and local princes.

This is why Ashley said that if Eriri joined the church's Privy Council, her chances of success would be much higher. With such authority, a rebellion would undoubtedly inflict heavy damage on the War Church.

of course.

It is not easy to achieve the position of War Bishop.

First, one must be a member of the church, secondly, one must be a member of the upper class of the empire, and then one must be approved by the Pope and baptized under the gaze of the God of War.

The others are easy, but the last one is the most difficult to complete.

After all, the gods of this world are real, not just symbolic. They truly do cast their gaze upon us, and this baptism is the infusion of their will—in short, brainwashing.

Ashley didn't know if the Grim Reaper in front of her could get through this, so she emphasized this point.

"Brainwashing?" Ying Lili chuckled and said calmly, "There's no need to worry about such things."

She appeared confident, but in reality, she was asking for help in the group chat. She didn't want to become a die-hard fan of that rubbish God of War, but the will of the gods sounded very advanced, and she was really afraid that she couldn't handle it.

Curly-haired boy: Gin-san, I'm going to criticize you, Ali-chan. Do you really think that the instillation of divine will can harm our brains? Don't be ridiculous, we have also been ideologically armed!

The Red Snake Fairy: Others may be mentally armed, but Yin... I can be sure that you are definitely not armed.

Hatchet Girl: Not only is she unarmed, she doesn't even have any thoughts.

Curly-haired guy:? You guys, please stop labeling me without permission! If I don't have thoughts, then am I a paramecium, Gin-san?

Lazy Kitten: Is it possible that Paramecium is more advanced than you?

The Villain of Soul Society: Very likely.

This is an actor: a fungal organism.

Curly: Damn!

Book Artist: Hahahaha! Wait, I'm not trying to be funny with you! Quick, tell me how to avoid being brainwashed! I don't want to become a die-hard fan of that stupid god!

Skirt-lifting maniac: A brainless fan of the stupid god... I feel like, Ali-chan, you are hinting at something.

The Red Snake Fairy: You should use the method of "pointing at the mulberry tree and cursing the locust tree

Book artist:?

Lin Fengjiao: His Excellency An Ran is a god. Do you like him?

Book Artist: ...

Ah, this.

Eriri was stunned. It turned out that she had been a die-hard fan of the idiot god for a long time? The clown was actually herself?

Hatchet Girl: No, that's not right! That doesn't count. We can be sure we haven't been brainwashed by An Ran-san, nor are we some mindless fanboys. This kind of liking comes from love, not idol worship!

Skirt-lifting maniac: Yes, Kotonoha-chan can see it clearly!

This is an actor: no need to worry about any method, just go and participate in the brainwashing ceremony. I have already added a lock to the alarm system, and any force that twists your will will not work on you.

Book artist: Holy crap!

Skirt-lifting maniac: Awesome!

The Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: You are worthy of being my dear, you are so awesome!

Looking at the messages sent by these girls, although Jellal's body could not move, the corners of his conscious mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Are these still the same Japanese anime girls I'm familiar with? Why do the messages they send all have a strong sense of the online style of my past life? Since when did they become completely led astray?

Ugh.

The consciousness sighed helplessly, finally deciding to give up thinking. Its mind turned and headed towards the distant island.

Azkaban.

This isolated island, hanging off the north of England, is covered by dark clouds all year round. It is the most terrible nightmare place for wizards and a terrifying prison that no one can escape.

The jailers of this prison are not human wizards, but Dementors.

Dementors are a group of terrifying magical creatures, called "soulless demons" by wizards. They feed on people's positive emotions.

The prisoners imprisoned here will have their beautiful beliefs and happiness absorbed by Dementors every once in a while, and the darkest and most terrifying memories will keep reappearing in their minds.