They all call me the Outer God

After thinking this way, Riya pressed his temple several times to relieve the pain. He withdrew his hand, and Little Shival stayed in his hat and stretched out his tentacles to continue to help him press.

"If you don't want to see me lying here motionless, don't put your tentacles into my brain, Shival."

"Ah."

Little Shival's tentacles paused, and he gave up the idea of ​​piercing Riya's temple. It lay on the top of the young man's head and kept quiet. Soon, it followed the host back to the library.

The library with brown and red as the main color looks full of age, and the corridor of books stretches, and it seems that there is no end.

Of course, this is also thanks to the architect's "genius" design. Normal people can't think of adding a whole mirror to the wall of the library.

Although the wall with the mirror is only the eastern wall of the first floor, it still adds a lot of visible area to the library.

"How does breakfast taste?" Riya took his "librarian" ID card from the table and put it on neatly when passing by Ilinte.

Ilinte didn't say anything at this time. She lowered her head and seemed to be asleep. However, she was not asleep, but she was too weak to respond to the sound in time.

"Little Riya, you are back. I left you some food..." Ilinte raised her head, reached under the table and felt around, and suddenly became confused.

She seemed to be unable to find food, strange.

Riya felt that she was very wrong now. There was something black and suspected to be blood at the corner of the old man's mouth. His face was pale, even more terrifying than when he just came to this world.

She looked more and more like a mummy.

Ilinte fumbled under the table for a while, raised her hand, and suddenly smiled very kindly: "I found it, try it while it's fresh."

Her hands were empty, but she kept holding the paper bag, put the "paper bag" on the table intact, and took out a piece of air from it and handed it to Riya.

Riya reached out her hand and pretended to take it, then took a bite and tasted it: "It tastes good."

"As long as you like it, there are more here if you like it, take all of them."

"Okay."

As she said that, Riya made a "take" gesture and held up the bag of air and put it in her arms. After saying goodbye to Ilinte, she began to look for the bird-beaked doctor who was reading a book.

To be honest, Riya suspected that Ilinte had hallucinations. Some pollution from the extraordinary often caused people to be unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, and it was difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Old Ilinte's state could not be delayed any longer. She needed treatment, but the only person who could save her did not intend to take action now, and still looked like he was waiting for the patient to die.

In a few minutes, Riya successfully found the bird-beaked doctor who was tasting coffee on the second floor of the library.

"Would you like to eat some of the food given by Ms. Ilinte?"

As she spoke, Ria put the bag of "food" on the table. The doctor glanced over there and said, "You'd better not be kidding me. I will report your condition to James truthfully."

"How boring." Ria sat diagonally opposite the doctor and picked up the things in the "paper bag" and "ate" them.

"I'm afraid I'll disappoint you, doctor. James is planning to represent Endles in the national team and can't take care of me for the time being."

"Do you really believe his lame excuse?"

"What if you don't believe it? James and Gro both think that studying medicine has no future. I suggest that Dr. Bruna should also consider your hobbies while there is still time."

Bruna didn't say anything. He put down the book and watched Ria grab a handful of air from the air and eat it happily.

I have to admit that Ria's imitation is indeed very lifelike. The air was demonstrated by his movements to give the illusion of round baked cookies.

"Just say what you want to say, for example... do you want to talk to me about old Hod's illness?"

"No, no, since you are so calm, let's put that illness aside for now. What I want to tell you is about the [Sunrise Blood Formation]."

Riya put down his hand, tapped on the table a few times, and told Bruna about what happened not long ago.

Of course, some of the content about himself was concealed.

"Sunrise told me that this kind of thing is related to zombies and moths. Is there a certain connection between the phantom I saw and Zoramu Street, and I want to know who that person is."

"..."

Bruna fell into a brief silence, his voice was suppressed, and the air around him seemed to become stagnant: "You mean, you saw someone wearing a black robe and a white mask on his face?"

"Just by that short glance, I felt that my physical condition deteriorated sharply and my head was splitting. I believe that it would not be an ordinary thing."

"It is indeed not ordinary, haha, a bunch of quite tricky things."

Bruna lowered his head and seemed to fall into a brief contemplation.

"You should have heard of the underground church."

"I've heard of them. They are pagans who are against the Church of the Sun. They are a mixed bunch, with all kinds of beliefs, but they are always regarded as a group that cannot be on the stage."

"This information is indeed true, but there are also troublesome and eccentric people among them...

I said troublesome and difficult, not unkillable, but even I don't want to meet that group of people.

They have a name, [White Mask]."

"How difficult are they? It's hard for me to describe, because these people believe in God and don't believe in God. They like to suppress various churches, smash statues, and smash churches. They have done such things.

They will pretend to be any believer and sneak into the believers, and then they will do countless blasphemous things to the gods, destroy their statues in various ways, and it is common to write graffiti on them.

Even on a whim one day, the people in the white mask will nominate members of their own organization to become new gods and worship him, performing collective blood sacrifices. "

Riya was puzzled: "Why would someone do this?"

Although he believed in freedom as well as those people, at least Riya maintained his outward skills very well, and those people actually dared to do things that insulted the godhead openly.

The most critical point is how the image of the man in black can cause mental damage.

"That's the key part." Bruner folded his hands and placed the beak in the center.

"Based on what I know, they seem to have hooked up with a sleeping god, dedicating their body and mind completely to him, and then creating chaos everywhere in the name of their dependents."

"You may not understand what I say, but in layman's terms, this group of lunatics themselves don't know what they will do in the next second. The meaning of this organization's existence is to do whatever they want, have fun, and have chaos first. "

"Nobody knows what they're trying to do."

Why destroy the idols?

Because it's an eyesore, because it's interesting and exciting.

Why do murderers place people in strange poses?

Because of this, those who come to investigate will show horrified expressions.