Chapter 458

Good news and bad news.

This wave was a classic hedge.

The good news was that the sealing method against that heretical, strange means of traversal had been completed and could be activated at any time; once activated, the entire Divine Kingdom would return to being a solid piece of iron, as if turning earth into steel, and there would be no more opportunities for rabbits to dig holes.

And besides that, the people at the Heavenly Eye Observation Hall had already followed the traces of the traversal and were about to lock onto the location of the heretic camp, and they would soon be able to completely dismantle the Holy God's greatest threat.

The dawn of victory had already appeared on the horizon; it was truly something to be happy about, truly something to be happy about.

The bad news was... these dogs were brewing something big!

The spy they had planted deep inside the enemy's ranks, after escaping at the risk of their life, brought the impending bad news—these dogs seemed to be about to explode against the cult.

It was said that after the Pope finished reading the report in his hand and the evidence presented, he remained silent for a long time, took off his glasses with trembling hands, said for irrelevant people to leave, and then rang the Bell of the Holy Spirit.

Soon, all the Saints gathered and arrived at the Advent Hall.

The last Saint to arrive was shrouded in intense light; that petite figure passed through the waiting Saints as if no one else was there, sat on the chair at the very head, and the light gradually dissipated, revealing a slightly youthful cheek.

Wen Su.

She crossed her legs, stepped on the table, and glanced mockingly at the respectfully bowing Pope: "That guy Wen Sheng really found a good dog; he's quite dutiful."

The Pope lowered his head and said calmly: "It is my honor."

On a face that looked slightly aged, it was full of wrinkles left by a life of sorrow.

He did not get angry because she mentioned the Holy God's name with contempt like other saints, nor was he moved by mere mockery.

"Miss Wen, that is where you are mistaken. Everyone here is serving the Holy God; we should just do our best, why distinguish between high and low, noble and base?"

The fatty beside him giggled, but the sound emitted was as delicate as a young girl's, which was hair-raising.

"Heh—"

Wen Su sneered, flicked her finger indifferently, and a violent force erupted instantly, crushing the giggling fatty into a puddle of meat paste: "Enough, get those messy things away, don't pollute my eyes."

The obese saint was almost crushed to pieces, but immediately after, the flesh and blood squirmed rapidly, and faces wailing in agony pieced themselves together, becoming whole again.

It once again formed that warm and friendly round white face, showing no signs of ferocity or madness.

And who could tell that the warlord Ekonzo, once famous for cannibalism, would now transform into a Saint known for compassion and good deeds?

"Miss Wen, don't misunderstand. The essence of the Great Food is broad; it may seem vulgar on the surface, but it actually has its own mysteries." Ekonzo grinned, unconcerned: "If there's a chance another day, would you like to learn about it?"

Bang!

Amidst the loud noise, blood splattered.

Wen Su said coldly: "I already said, don't be an eyesore!"

On the other side, Guang Wen of the Long Jihui rested his chin on his hand to watch the fun, smiling without a word. Some of the other saints wanted to speak but stopped, others were furious, but in the end, it was the Pope who stepped forward to interrupt their conversation.

"Everyone, let's look at this first..."

As he spoke, someone brought out a glass cabinet. Inside the cabinet, countless pale fine threads were tangled and spreading, covering the original contents, as if it were moldy, expanding rapidly.

And beneath the mycelium, one could still vaguely see faint undulations,

as if it were breathing.

"What is this?"

Someone reached out, leaned in, and wanted to knock on the glass, but was stopped by Guang Wen, the Saint in charge of the Heavenly Eye Hall: "Don't touch it."

On that smiling face, a rare trace of solemnity and vigilance appeared.

He said: "It's poisonous."

Poison.

In the brief silence, Guang Wen waved his hand to signal, and immediately, the angels guarding the side carefully pulled away the seal and removed the thin veil covering it.

After losing the cover, that layer of strange mycelium became even clearer, and one could even distinguish that it was a figure in painful spasms reaching out for help, forever frozen in place.

Clap—

Guang Wen clapped his hands.

When the crisp sound rang out, the countless mycelia in the cabinet suddenly squirmed and expanded; the originally blurred human shape was instantly torn apart, and countless mycelia snaked and squirmed like a group of snakes, frantically darting toward the place where the sound came from, but they could not break through the cabinet's obstruction.

Clusters of viscous flesh and blood constantly collapsed into mycelium, reconstructed themselves again, turned into a messy shape, and then quickly rotted, collapsed, and turned back into a hotbed for mycelium sprouts.

For a moment, everyone in the hall was slightly stunned, feeling a hair-raising chill.

"What is this?" Ekonzo frowned.

"The Resistance Camp, oh, those heretics have been quietly preparing things these days, a kind of spiritual poison aimed at all souls; to be precise, it's probably a weapon for the slaughter of believers..."

Guang Wen said slowly: "The undercover agent sent by the Heavenly Eye Hall, lurking in the resistance organization, mixed into the heretic artisan's camp a few days ago by following the confluence between the camps, and after escaping at the risk of their life, they transmitted internal intelligence.

Regrettably, before they could say much, they turned into this state... and infected sixteen High Priests along the way; everyone who handled it has to be cleaned up, which really added a lot of workload for us."

"BLASPHEMY!!!"

The Garrison Saint in charge of the Doctrine Department was furious, his face flushed, and he couldn't help but rebuke: "Indeed, as the oracle said, the Heaven-Sent Demon Ji Jue is the greatest threat to the Divine Kingdom. It is hateful that we could not eliminate the traitor earlier, and he even colluded with that whore who should go to Limbo, becoming a climate..."

Bang!

Before he could finish speaking, his head exploded, crushed into meat paste by Wen Su.

The young girl's eyes were icy: "Who did you say was a whore?"

"Miss Wen, your agreement with the Holy God is not something I can interfere with. However, since things have reached this point, I hope you can temporarily restrain your anger and, according to the Holy God's instructions, after we take her down another day, we will hand her over to you for disposal."

The Pope stepped forward to end the topic. Holding his scepter, he easily erased the destruction caused by Wen Su and forcibly turned the topic back to the main point: "The danger of the Heaven-Sent Demon is something everyone must be clear about. Is there any other intelligence or news to add? Feel free to speak."

"Add?"

Wen Su sneered: "When your Holy God was having a fit earlier, he was slashed by him and also force-fed shit. Does that count as intelligence? I'm not just making this up, you might as well go ask your God?"

The Pope remained silent, turning a deaf ear, and looked at Guang Wen.

Guang Wen's expression became complex.

To be precise, that subtle expression was as if he were the one who had been force-fed shit.

"How should I put it? Although that artisan's reputation isn't very loud, his background is terrifyingly large. He has rich connections in the Taiyi Ring, and both the previous and current presidents have deep relationships with him. His foundation in the Federation is also quite

deep, and he has even participated in military-industrial competition. Besides that, in the Long Jihui, at least two people may have indirectly died at his hands."

Not to mention the Heavenly Artisan's other achievements, and the possibility of the Heaven-Chosen Summoning is questionable, but this guy really has a conflicting fate with the Long Jihui...

You don't know until you check, and you're shocked when you do; even Guang Wen was a bit scared.

Lawrence, that unlucky guy, goes without saying; it was because he wanted to use Ji Jue as his own damn vessel that he died inexplicably in the Sage's workshop, and instead, he became the sole inheritor of Fluid Alchemy.

In Quancheng, he was involved in a whole bunch of things, and in the end, President Adrian returned empty-handed, and the ten-year plan of Lu Changsheng and the Fallen Cult went down the drain.

He is simply a disaster star!

The key is, you're a disaster, fine, but the Long Jihui is really being stepped on inexplicably!

Once might be a coincidence, twice might be a fluke, but if this happens a third time, isn't it a bit too strange? Others feel this is a far-fetched coincidence, but those who are too powerful all believe in fate to some extent; everyone is just trying to survive, and the rule is to rather believe it exists.

To tell the truth, if the Dream of Yellow Millet wasn't so closed off, Guang Wen might have already run away.

What do you call this?

This is called taking precautions!

Alarmist or daydreaming, anyway, this intelligence sounded like a ghost story, making everyone feel uneasy.

"He is just an artisan after all; to say this is making a mountain out of a molehill." The Garrison Saint frowned.

"A Ji Jue is of course just a small matter, but this time, we really caught a big fish." Guang Wen sighed and threw out a few photos: "This is something extracted from the undercover agent's remaining consciousness. That guy has already turned the entire camp into an arsenal, and everyone is almost tied to the assembly line twenty-four hours a day... Besides that, there is this old man."

In the photo, there was an old man picking his feet while yawning on a recliner, looking like a salted fish, completely unmotivated, which left people confused.

"What is this?"

"Perhaps a guy who is an even greater threat than Ji Jue."

Guang Wen said: "The Heavenly Eye Observation Hall figured out the other party's means of traversing the Dream of Yellow Millet yesterday. If I remember correctly, all the traces match the legendary work of Fable Alchemy—the Rabbit Hole.

A young girl chasing a rabbit, passing through a narrow rabbit hole, arriving at a dreamlike fairyland—such a fairy tale itself alludes to the territory of the

Gate of Eternity; after development and transformation by Fable Alchemy, it is not strange to be able to come and go in dreams."

"... So?"

In the silence, in the Advent Hall, Wen Su was sitting high and mighty with no interest, while others were blank and confused, not understanding what he meant.

"..."

So, talking to you guys is a bit of a struggle.

Guang Wen covered his face, not wanting to beat around the bush, and said bluntly: "Fable Alchemy has long been extinct! More than ten years ago, it was listed by the Artisan Association as a lost heritage.

According to historical records, the last person to master Fable Alchemy was the master who disappeared mysteriously after being expelled from the Taiyi Ring forty-one years ago—Fan Qian!"