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2Chapter 17 Killing God

City of Gears.

Zhang Jue sat on the sofa, thinking about what Buaro just said.

Ion, the leader of the Sarkic sect and the great magician, intends to ascend to the gods and replace Aldabos as the new generation of flesh and blood gods.

At the beginning, Aldabus was known for his viciousness and cruelty, and the great magician Ion founded the Sarkic sect, claiming to be a parasite of Aldabus. After he became a god, the life of mankind would be changed. Even more terrifying.

As the sworn enemy of the Sarkic Sect, the Broken God Sect naturally wanted to prevent this from happening.

Everything seems to make sense.

But there was one thing that Zhang Jue still couldn't figure out.

"Why keep it secret?" Zhang Jue asked, "If it's really like what you said, and Ian wants to become a god, wouldn't it be better to make this matter public, or notify the Foundation and GOC? With all due respect, this The fighting power of the two organizations is much stronger than yours."

Zhang Jue expressed his doubts.

However, Buaro, like all magic sticks, never directly answers his questions.

He said: "Consultant Zhang, you are human. As far as I know, there are many myths and religions in ancient times."

On this point, Buaro is actually right.

When it comes to myths and legends, ghosts and ghosts, and religious sects, there are indeed countless.

Without Zhang Jue talking, he continued: "Then, Consultant Zhang, where do you think the source of power for those legendary gods and immortals come from?"

Although it is often said that the end of science is theology, Zhang Jue is actually not interested in this area, and he is too lazy to argue with Buaro, so he quickly shook his head and signaled Buaro not to play tricks, and said something quickly.

Seeing how impatient Zhang Jue was, Buaro smiled.

"According to my research and the practice of the Church of the Broken God, we found that God's power is strong because he has many believers. The prayers, worship, and offerings of these believers to him are very important sources of his own strength one."

After Buaro said this, Zhang Jue suddenly realized.

No wonder many gods have their own temples. It turns out that they are not just for the sake of showing their holiness in the world. They must constantly receive incense and worship from people in order to maintain their own strength.

Zhang Jue has no way to verify whether Buaro's statement is true or not, he can only say that this is indeed a possible explanation.

Zhang Jue thought for a moment, then frowned and said, "So you keep this matter strictly confidential, because you are afraid that the foundation and GOC will leak the news and attract more believers for the Sarkic sect?"

Turns out that was the reason for the secrecy.

"In fact, such things have inevitably happened." Buaro sighed, "Because of Ion's ascension plan, Sarkic sects have attracted a large number of people in Europe and northern Asia, and Ion's ascension ceremony has already From the beginning, these people will become the nourishment of Yarnden God."

Zhang Jue was puzzled, "But why would anyone believe in such a thing?"

After speaking, he immediately slapped himself across the face.

Even if something like his|mother's pasta religion can be legalized, there is nothing humans on this planet can't do.

After figuring this out, everything else can be explained.

The two Sarkic sect saints, Lavata and Orok, have become unusually active, and they are probably also creating momentum for Yan's ascension ceremony.

The more faith Ion gained, the stronger his power after ascension to God.

"Of course, there is another reason for not telling the Foundation and the GOC about this matter." Buaro said, "Before Ian planned to ascend to the gods, the Sarkic sect had been accumulating strength in the dark under his management. The Foundation is not familiar with them, if you underestimate them and act rashly, you will definitely suffer. But the only one who really understands them and knows how to defeat Ion is the Church of the Broken God, and only us."

From the beginning to the end, Buaro's tone has been very calm, with a kind of indifference that sees through everything.

However, Zhang Jue heard something different from his words.

Zhang Jue leaned on the sofa and raised his legs: "I don't like to beat around the bush. If you have anything to say, you can say it directly."

"Give me SCP-271." Buaro looked at Zhang Jue, "Let's stop Yaen."

……

Zhang Jue came to Gear City alone to find out what happened in the world.

And the reason why Robert Buaro agreed to let Zhang Jue in, naturally he also had a plan.

Not for anything else, he is for the thing on Zhang Jue that is very important to the Cult of the Broken God - SCP271.

Since entering the door, he has sensed the breath of SCP271 on Zhang Jue, but the feeling of this breath is very strange.

It seems that the things are not on Zhang Jue, but the source of the breath is Zhang Jue.

Buaro is well-informed and knows that Zhang Jue used some kind of secret technique to hide 271.

In this way, even if he killed Zhang Jue with the help of a large number of people, he might not be able to find what he wanted—not to mention that he couldn't kill him.

So Buaro moved with emotion and reason, and wanted to persuade Zhang Jue to hand over the things by himself.

But Buaro was dead wrong.

If he really carefully studied what Zhang Jue did in the foundation, he would know.

In fact, this person is an iron cock. It is easy to put anything into his pocket, but it is difficult to get him out of his pocket.

Let alone the Church of the Broken God, so what about the SCP Foundation.

Zhang Jue snatched so many useful SCP items from the foundation headquarters swaggeringly on 682, but he didn't return any of them.

So when Buaro asked Zhang Jue for SCP271, Zhang Jue shook his head without hesitation.

"impossible."

Buaro didn't expect Zhang Jue to refuse so simply: "Consultant Zhang——"

Zhang Jue waved his hand and interrupted him.

"No need to say anymore, I won't give you things, if you want to grab them, just come, if you can catch me, you are considered awesome."

At this moment, Zhang Jue was sitting on the sofa in the headquarters building of the Church of the Broken God, speaking very arrogant words.

No one would be able to bear his arrogant attitude.

But Buaro is the leader of the Cult of the Broken God, and he represents sanity and wisdom.

After Zhang Jue finished speaking, he fell into deep thought, as if he was really evaluating the feasibility of this matter.

On the other hand, Zhang Jue crossed his legs and took a rest, waiting for his decision.

After a while, Buaro sighed.

It seems to accept this reality.

Since entering the door, he has been evaluating Zhang Jue's strength, but there has been no result.

He had to admit that unless the Broken God was resurrected, they would have nothing to do with Zhang Jue.

If you forcibly snatch it, not only will you not succeed, but it will damage your own strength, and the gain outweighs the loss.

After so many years of suppression by the Foundation, the Cult of the Broken God no longer has much wealth.

Buaro groans.

"Consultant Zhang, why do you refuse to hand over the things? Is it because you are afraid that the Cult of the Broken God will threaten the status of the Foundation?"

Buaro thought that Zhang Jue was thinking about the foundation, but he didn't know that Zhang Jue had never had such an idea.

Zhang Jue crossed his hands and looked at Buaro.

"The reason why I don't entrust things to you is actually very simple. No matter what I do, I believe in a truth - it is better to ask for others than to ask for yourself. Instead of entrusting things to you and waiting for the results, I hope to control everything by myself." hand."

Having said this, he suddenly laughed.

"Isn't Yaen going to ascend to the gods, then let him ascend. To tell you the truth, I am quite interested in things like killing gods."

……

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Chapter 248 Taking Advantage

Lake Baikal, Alcada city.

On the central square, tens of thousands of citizens gathered together.

As night approached, there were no lights on the square, but countless bonfires instead.

In the very center of the square, there is a Fadai.

An old man in a red robe sat cross-legged on the altar, and all the people below kowtowed reverently to him.

The old man looked past everyone and spoke slowly.

"The Lord has walked through the ice floes of dreams, and faced them in ancient and desolate lands."

"The Lord has borne their unbearable power, across endless eternity."

"The Lord has seen countless deaths, and caused death to fade forever."

"The Lord knows our paradise is near, and we will build it up with our hands."

His voice was not loud, but very ethereal, as if it sounded directly in his mind.

There were tens of thousands of people in the square, and everyone heard his prayer clearly.

The red-robed old man slowly lifted into the air, but still maintained a cross-legged posture.

Everyone thought it was a miracle, and they all chanted the name of the god of flesh and blood.

These newly promoted believers were almost fanatical. This huge sacrificial ceremony lasted the whole night and did not end until the early morning.

Before the ceremony ended, the red-robed old man kowtowed to the sky, and a scarlet rain fell.

"Lord, I will protect you." He said so.

……

By the time all believers had dispersed, it was already the next morning.

The red-robed old man stood on the altar with a calm expression, showing no signs of happiness or anger.

Those believers only know that he is the messenger of the Lord and a very powerful mage, but they don't know his true identity.

——He is the new god of flesh and blood, the head of the four Sarkic saints under the great warlock Ion, and the high-level warlock representing intelligence, wisdom, perception and mystery-Nadox.

Nadox had suffered. He had his tongue cut out, his lips were sewn up, and he was even castrated.

He wandered the land as a pariah, rejected by refuge and safe ways.

But none of this broke him.

In the end, he met Ian and believed that Ion was the savior of the new generation.

And now, the savior he identified was about to become a real god.

Is there anything more exciting than this.

But Nadox looked at all this with a very calm face.

He closed his eyes, breathing in the breath of flesh and blood.

The tens of thousands of believers last night were all newly developed by him.

And these people will also become the first batch of sacrifices for Lord Yaen to ascend to the gods.

He was thinking like this, and then a Sarkic believer walked up to him and said cautiously: "My lord, that gentleman wants to see you."

Nadox narrowed his eyes slightly: "Bring him here."

A few minutes later, a young man in a black suit walked over.

He bowed slightly, and said, "Master Nadox, father asked me to bring you a greeting."

Nadox nodded, but said nothing.

The young man felt a little embarrassed, and said again: "Master Nadox, although the city is already under the control of the Sarkic sect, the SCP Foundation and the GOC are watching from the periphery. Until it’s finally finished, we still can’t take it lightly.”

It wasn't a pretty thing to say, so just after he finished speaking, Nadox simply closed his eyes.

Seeing him being so rude, the young man suddenly felt disgusted.