A Sermon Forcibly Interrupted

"In the beginning, God was born in chaos."

Luther stood behind the simple altar, softly chanting his self-composed Holy Bible, "He is the Qidian of the world, and also the end of everything. He represents all things, yet he is the only one."

Below the stage, nearly a hundred Lamb stared wide-eyed, looking over with curiosity.

They did not show any piety in response to Luther's prayers and maintained Order, partly out of gratitude for the food and lodging provided by Luther, in addition to the watchful eyes of the gang members on the periphery.

They're really uncooperative.

That's true; even I don't believe the Holy Bible I created.

As Luther preached, he thought to himself.

Why not just call out M and use Psychological Suggestion to change their attitude? Would this shortcut work?

He continued chanting, and gradually his attention wandered, though his mouth remained open and closed as he recited the prayer:

"The Lord loves the world, but whoever wants to save his own life will lose it, or his soul; but whoever loses his life for the Lord will save it."

Strange, did I write this too?

Luther was a little confused, but with so many people watching, he couldn't stop to check right away.

"Anyone who considers the Lord and His word shameful will also be shameful when the Lord's glory comes."

As if following instinct, he uttered the ancient prayer. A benevolent gaze descended from the heavens, as if traversing ancient times, casting an approving glance upon him.

Luther gradually felt happy. In his Illusion, he saw a red-haired, golden-eyed woman moving through the crowd, her gentle and melodious voice singing praises of the Lord's goodness along with his.

Yes, how great the Lord is!

Glory is in the Lord, reward and punishment are in the Lord, and salvation will be brought to the world!

The crowd fell silent, their expressions becoming devout. The Missionary in his blood-red robe exuded an aura of holiness, nobility, and purity, as if evoking the purest emotions within them, filling them with a sense of beauty and hope.

"The glory of the Lord will return to the earth."

Luther prayed fervently, and in his Illusion, he saw the red-haired, golden-eyed M gradually approaching, and then...

"Puncture!"

The figure said.

"Boom!"

It felt as if a red-hot iron rod had been plunged into his brain, the intense pain jolting his nerves back to reality.

"Hmm--"

Luther clutched his head, letting out a muffled groan of pain, and the Holy Bible in his hand fell onto the altar.

What happened?

Still lingering in pain, he looked up in bewilderment and fear, only to see M staring at him with a serious True God.

What were you doing just now?

She asked.

What are you doing? Praying, to the Lord.

Luther suddenly Consciousness something was wrong and was startled.

I was clearly not in a good state just now!

What kind of "Lord" is that? Wasn't that just something you made up?

Why am I singing praises to the Lord so passionately, as if such a deity truly exists!

Moreover, while I was praying just now, I did indeed sense a great being. It was a peculiar feeling, as if the other's gaze had pierced through time, casting its gaze upon me from the primordial era; His will was present.

"Puff!"

Using his hand as a knife, Luther plunged it into his other arm. With the gushing blood and the stimulation of pain, he successfully stopped his recollection.

That's terrifying.

He thought to himself, still shaken.

Could it be that my prayers happened to be associated with some terrifying being, so much so that they were noticed by the recipient during my sermon? Could such a coincidence really be possible?

Or perhaps it's because the prayer contains the word "Lord," automatically establishing a connection with the True Creator? Or maybe it's because one's mental state is low, making them prone to going insane during such Ritual?

Various conjectures swirled in Luther's mind, but whether he guessed correctly or not, he came to the same conclusion—he could no longer preach like this.

He picked up the fallen Holy Bible, suppressing his curiosity and refraining from reading the text.

Looking down, the crowd below was still immersed in the atmosphere of the previous moment, and seemed somewhat disappointed by his sudden stop.

Please continue.

Someone in the audience pleaded.

"Yes, we want to hear more of the Lord's teachings."

People were talking about it.

Goodness, is the impact that big? Just a few prayers have made them act strangely.

Luther became even more wary. He cleared his throat and said, "Let's eat first. There's meat on the menu today. However, the quantity is limited, so you'll need to queue."

Meat?

The people who had been savoring the Holy Bible suddenly fell silent, then rushed outside, instantly losing interest in Luther's talk about the gods. Yes, no matter how spiritually satisfying it was to listen to God's teachings for half a day, it was still not as satisfying as having a good meal.

Luther smiled wryly, looking at the vast crowd, which was as chaotic as a flock of sheep, and had no choice but to go down and maintain Order.

He could feel that a few more strands of the Potion in his body had been digested.

Cherwood Borough, Minsk Street.

The two walked side by side down the street, one young, the other old. One was well-dressed, the other somewhat disheveled.

"Mr. Levi, where shall we begin our investigation?"

Cons cautiously asked the senior colleague beside him.

The latter simply yawned widely and scratched his head.

"Let's look around."

Levi said casually, "If even the Machinery Hivemind couldn't find a clue, there's even less chance for us. Just give the Major a piece of your mind, go back and write a report to get it over with."

He seemed to have no intention of conducting a serious investigation at all.

"Mr. Levi, is this alright?"

"If we don't investigate, the killer will get away with it," Cons couldn't help but ask.

As a newcomer, he wanted to achieve something. Although he was somewhat afraid when he Oldest One heard that he would have to face that terrifying [Blood Bishop] on his own, at least he had a powerful organization behind him, which gave him confidence.

Levi glanced at him sideways.

Do you think the Major assigned the task to us because he had expectations of our abilities?

"Forehead"

Cons was taken aback.

He was a newcomer, and this Mr. Levi often slacked off in the Ninth Bureau. Indeed, it didn't seem like a good choice for the Major to send them out.

"But some of our people were killed."

Cons couldn't help but say it again.

"Have you considered why our people are in Capim's mansion?" Levi asked calmly. "And not just one, but a Sequence 6, a Sequence 7, and two Sequence 8. Isn't that a bit too extravagant?"

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Cons didn't know what to say.

He was also puzzled. Although the Major had told them it was to investigate Capim was just an ordinary person. Did it really require so many people to be mobilized?

Unless there's more to the story.