Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 862 - 740: Suppressing the "Gospel Church
The time quietly reached the latter part of the night, the darkest moment before dawn.
Click... click... click...
The crisp sound of high heels striking against the bare rocky ground echoed far in the vast wilderness now devoid of life. Surrounded by a group of High-tier Shaman Wizards, Lady Crow, Ye Hel, elegantly dressed as a noble lady, appeared in the western Elbert Mountain Range.
This time, however, their journey was not for the "Spiritual Origin" on the continent.
The Manchac Swamp, where Lady Crow and her Shaman Group entrenched, was only separated from Buffalo by a river. The series of great disturbances within the Duchy tonight obviously could not be concealed from this high-rank Totem God, just under a demigod.
In fact, after the chase involving five Tier 4 Combat Powers, the battle of the two Angels had already stirred a fierce tide in the Spiritual World, drawing the attention of every Extraordinary being and creature on this continent.
After all, this was a formidable power that only the three Main Gods who once ruled this land could possess.
It was also Yehel's ultimate goal in her persistent pursuit of the "Spirit Tide" and "Spiritual Origin Overflow," to control the entire New Continent and truly gain the eternity of a — Demigod!
Suddenly.
Among the large group of crows scattered across the area, one soared up into the sky.
Flapping down in front of Yehel, it transformed into a young Shaman wearing a black feather crown, kneeling on one knee and presenting a rock to Yehel with both hands, excitedly exclaiming:
"Lady, I found it!"
At this moment, Lady Crow could not maintain her composure, eagerly reaching out to receive the fist-sized rock, which had a cavity broken in it.
The key was not the rock, which could be found everywhere, but a drop of Demigod Blood from the "Angel of Disease" Baalzebub, left inside after penetrating several layers of rock!
Buried deep under rubble after the mountain collapsed earlier and luckily missed during Aiven's thorough cleaning, it was found by them now with similar authority.
Gazing at the young Shaman, the corners of Yehel's luscious red lips slightly curled as she praised:
"Well done."
Receiving praise from the Main God, whom he revered and even deeply admired, made the young Shaman's heart leap with joy almost out of his chest, yet he shyly rubbed his nose.
Then.
"Ah—!"
Came a piercing scream.
For merely touching it lightly, his nose fell off his face... then the hand that held the rock, his skin, muscles, eyeballs...
In merely a few breaths, this Tier 2 Shaman turned into a white skeletal corpse under the watchful eyes of his companions, his body's organic matter rapidly liquefying into a pool of blood.
Evidently, not even a drop of Demigod Blood could be withstood by a Tier 2 Transcendent.
To attempt to contact treasures beyond one's endurance in the Extraordinary World is to dance with the Death God, one's fate is no longer in their own hands. The young Shaman, eager to make an impression before the Goddess, had long forgotten this.
As a group of Shamans hurriedly retreated, dodging, Yehel didn't spare a single glance at the solitary corpse, holding the drop of Demigod Blood, her alluring eyes slightly moist, her breathing rapid, cheeks flushed with excitement:
"This is demigod power! A demigod on a path similar to mine, governing disease, it's truly wonderful!"
Despite her enchanting and glamorous appearance, it couldn't disguise the fact that "Lady Crow" was a reserve Evil God, [Unclean], [Plague], [Death], perfectly matching the [Disease] governed by the "Fly King."
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The Tramo Duchy, the border town of Tarantos City, City Hall.
Boom!
Easily breaking through the camouflaged outer wall, exposing the hidden interior space, two swift figures swung their longswords rapidly advancing down a corridor engraved with fly patterns, as if in an uninhabited realm.
However, the "Gospel Church", after years of infiltration, poisoning, and terrorist attacks in the continental countries, naturally trained a large number of elite cultists keen on such activities.
They quickly reacted and blocked the two intruders in a narrow passage.
"Foolish people, daring to attack the 'Gospel Church', even if you are Great Knights, so what? Times have changed! Fire at will!"
The entire hallway was crammed full of firearmsmen, arranged in a formation with the first row kneeling, the second row crouching, and the third row standing, stirring up a blazing storm of metal throughout the corridor.
Bang! Bang! Bang!....
Wearing a hunting outfit without any distinctive marks and with a slight adjustment to his appearance, Aiven stepped forward, shielding Angie, who was in a lady's hunting outfit, behind him.
The sword light from the Swift Sword in his hand was like electricity, turning into a dense sword web that even water couldn't penetrate. Amidst the sparks flying, the verdant bullets that had been evidently tempered with some heat-resistant mineral poison clattered to the ground.
In the ghost-like eyes of a group of Evil God Cultists, Aiven smiled casually:
"Heh, it seems the times haven't changed."
Not to mention Aiven, who had already reached Tier 4, even Angie, the only follower behind him, could easily achieve this after activating the [Light Spirit Circuit].
When Olivia and Angie advance to Tier 3 in the future, they can use the mitochondria inside the [Badge Knight] as a model to deeply modify their [Light Spirit Circuit] and elevate it one more level beyond that base.
Ten minutes later.
"Teacher, it's done."
Angie, looking at a ground full of fallen cultists, put away her Magic Book and gently clapped her fair little hands.
"Good, let's move to the next stronghold."
As dawn gradually approached the New Continent, the Tramo Duchy was slowly welcoming the evening, and their purpose for coming here was simple—to suppress the "Gospel Church"!
Already destined to be enemies, Aiven didn't wait for a single night. He directly went all out, leading Angie to launch a "Global Flash Strike" to execute a corresponding reprisal against the "Gospel Church".
This Evil God Church indeed did not have its own Cathedral, so there was no worry about being wiped out in one go, and this stronghold disguised as a city hall was just one in a series of safe points for the cunning rabbit.
However, after obtaining the blood of the "God of Rotting Flies", this Mysterious Source, they had already exposed far too many secrets before Aiven.
After conquering the stronghold, apart from those with heinous crimes, Aiven and Angie didn't really kill anyone. Instead, they borrowed from the past example of dealing with Crowned Demons, using [Genetic Hound] to perform a little surgery on them all.
Generally speaking.
The factors determining the good and evil in an adult are a complex proposition. Some advocate the "theory of innate goodness", and others the "theory of innate evil," but both emphasize the role the acquired environment plays in shaping a person.
Aiven, however, felt that both theories might not be entirely accurate; the initial state should be "chaos." A child could nonchalantly scald a nest of ants, clearly not easily defined by simple binary judgments of good and evil.
All concepts of good and evil should arise amid the shaping processes of later life, understood as a transformation from chaotic disorder toward systematic order. It is exactly during this process that humans transform from ignorant young brats into competent members of society.
Moreover, Aiven discovered that while the environment does play a significant role, the difference between recipients absolutely cannot be ignored. In other words, good and evil might also need you to ask your genes!
Siblings raised by the same parents in the same environment may walk two extremes: one may be kind and forgiving, while the other is narrow-minded.
The root is that when "oxytocin" and "vasopressin" increase in the brain, these two hormones interact with different types of receptor molecules, thus affecting neurons and triggering feelings of affection and tolerance.
If a human possesses genes capable of producing specific types of hormone receptors, they are more likely to become a kind person.
And when Aiven and Angie cross-referenced the "Human Genome Project" with the knowledge passed down in earlier schools, they found that the difference in "good and evil" hormone receptors lay in the variation of a base pair on the human chromosome three.
The phenomenon bears a striking resemblance to the [Wise Man's Potion] that could turn a perfectly good person into a Holy Mother and the [Frenzy Potion] that could completely turn a person into a beast.
And with the guidance of the "Mysterious Source" from higher-ups of these cultists, Aiven could transform the eternally dormant [Genetic Hound] into a true "hound," accurately identifying all Gospel Church Holy Professionals they contacted, turning them into good people!
There's absolutely no need for them to seek them out one by one; as long as the cultists are still active and communicating, the "Good Person Virus" would spread rabidly like a real virus, without any cure!
Silently and invisibly castrated from genes, hormones, and spirit, henceforth severing ties with impulsive violence.
Simple murder would require no technical content and would not need Aiven's personal action. Even "killing to silence someone" pales in comparison to such means.
Aiven couldn't help but give himself a 32-star rating:
"Slaying the evil within their hearts, that's still a kind of killing, Sir Saint Aiven, worthy of you!"
Great virtues transformed into Holy Light bulingbuling emanating from atop his head.
Of course, the main reason was to prevent a Demigod, having lost all attachments, from retaliating without scruple. A Saint Angel couldn't stay in the Duchy forever; if one relies on the mountains, they crumble, and if one relies on others, they scatter; ultimately, one must rely on oneself!
