Helpers

Upon hearing the words of Lady "Hermit," Lumian's eyes suddenly lit up.

The corners of his mouth gradually turned up, and his smile became quite radiant.

Is there anything I can do?

Trier, Cathedral District.

At the entrance to the Archbishop's Bishop's Cathedral the Church "God of Steam and Machinery," with its towering Iron-Black chimneys, Lumian, wearing a soft Lady's hat and with her face veiled in black, looked up for two seconds before walking inside through the open doors.

The first thing that caught his eye was a network of Gray-White, crisscrossing pipes, some clinging to the walls, some leaning against pillars, and some winding and twisting across the Dome.

They are components of a giant Steam, or rather, the Church is composed of a giant Steam and several other large machines.

Currently, no heat is radiating from these pipes, but when winter comes and the giant Steam run continuously, the entire Archbishop's Bishop's Cathedral will be enveloped in warmth, allowing the worshippers who come to pray to experience the beauty of early summer.

Lumian then saw many believers walking out, seemingly still immersed in the solemn atmosphere after listening to a Sermon.

Lumian walked past them toward the vicinity of the Altar.

Many believers, regardless of gender, suddenly turned their gazes to this tall and beautiful figure, unconsciously turning their bodies slightly to the side and their heads back.

Lumian moved forward calmly, neither too fast nor too slow.

After arriving at the first row of seats in front of the Altar, he gazed at the Triangular Holy Emblem representing the "God of Steam and Machinery," his eyes slowly moving among the symbols of Steam, Gears, and levers within the stable Triangle.

At that moment, he wasn't thinking about how sacred or mechanically beautiful it was, but rather he was pondering a question:

If the "God of Steam and Machinery" truly evolved into the "God of Electric Power, Energy and Information Technology," what would this Holy Emblem look like?

Lumian suppressed his Blasphemy thoughts, and under the watchful eye of the Sermon bishop, sat down in the first row near the aisle, raised his hands, bowed his head, and began to pray.

When his spiritual intuition told him that That One bishop had looked away, he reached his right hand into his "Traveler's Bag".

He took out a mobile phone.

The one he used in the Dream City.

Of course, this is not real; it was woven by Lady "Dreamweaver" based on his memories. It has no function and cannot last long.

The woven phone is on, displaying a WeChat chat window between Lumian and Stiano.

The conversation involved Stiano sending Lumian Mini Program called "Information Shredder".

Holding the fake, dreamlike phone, Lumian began to pray again:

"Great God of Steam and Machinery, you are the embodiment of essence, the protector of Artisan, the radiance of technology. Please grant me once again the ability to shatter information, valid for one week..."

After praying earnestly, Lumian drew the Triangular Holy Emblem on his chest with his right hand.

At the same time, he sensed a subtle Change.

He lowered his head and looked again at the Dream Phone in his left hand, noticing that it seemed to have a more substantial feel to it.

Lumian subconsciously swiped the screen with her finger and saw the chat box rewind back to the main WeChat interface.

Then, he switched back to the home screen and found that all the apps he had downloaded were still there.

Is this a phone directly created based on the corresponding information? This is the brilliance of technology, the True God of Sequence 0? Although Lumian is already the "Witch of Unaging" of Sequence 3, she is still quite shocked.

He studied it for a while and confirmed that the phone really worked, it just didn't have internet access.

Of course, the "Information Shredder" does not need to be connected to the internet.

Inside an Apartment in Boulevard District.

The six "Warlock" in Trier, namely "Professor," "Associate Professor," "Periodic Table," and "Isotope," sat on a sofa, an armchair, and Armchair, respectively. They looked at each other, all somewhat uneasy and anxious.

After receiving a request from "Sleeve Sword" to meet as soon as possible, they contacted each other, thought it over carefully, and finally decided to meet with "Sleeve Sword".

Of course, they chose the time and place.

"What urgent matter could ' Sleeve Sword ' have?" Isotope whispered with considerable concern.

If it weren't for the fact that "Sleeve Sword" has always maintained a good reputation and has a good Personality, they would definitely have refused such a hasty meeting request without specifying the purpose.

"Whatever her motives, I believe she has good intentions." The "professor" wearing the black butterfly mask looked around and said, "Perfect timing, don't we also need to speak with her?"

Everyone nodded.

Just then, they heard a knock on the door, in Morse code.

"Please come in." The members of the "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society" present all straightened their backs.

Among those who entered were not only "Hidden Sleeve Sword," dressed in an "Assassin's suit" but with her Hood pulled back, revealing her imposing appearance, but also "Hella," dressed as "Black Widow."

"Lady. Hella, you've come too?" "Periodic Table" and others stood up at the same time.

Listen to this, listen to this! You've never addressed me with the respectful "you"! Franca thought to herself, but she wasn't angry at all. In fact, the constant use of "you" would give her goosebumps.

Hella nodded slightly and said, "I'm here to vouch for ' Sleeve Sword ' and to clean up the mess."

The "professor" and the others immediately turned their attention to Franca.

This time, they were all captivated by the "Witch of Unaging's" beauty, and for a moment they couldn't take their eyes off her.

Franca walked to the fireplace where no charcoal Burning and smiled at the "professor" and the others:

Please have a seat.

"Actually, I'm here today to ask for your help. You see, I've even shown my face, just to make you trust me more."

The "professor," who had sat down again, asked in confusion, "' Sleeve Sword,' you're already Half-God, is there anything else we can help you with?"

Franca glanced at Hella, waited for her to nod, and waited until the Evernight outside the window seemed even deeper before smilingly addressing the "Professor," "Associate Professor," "Isotope," and the others. "Do you want to completely solve the problem of the ' Hidden Sage ' relentlessly imbuing knowledge into us?"

"Completely resolve it?" The professor was a rather calm Women, but she couldn't help but blurt it out at this moment.

This was something they had never even considered; no, it was something they had fantasized about when they were weak and ignorant.

"How can we solve this completely? Can we help?" "Periodic Table," who had already clearly told Franca that he was a member of the "Moses Ascetic Order," asked repeatedly.

Although she didn't have much hope, she wanted to grasp at even the smallest straw floating on the water.

The other "Warlock" present shared the same mindset.

Franca didn't rush to answer, watching them ask one question after another.

Finally, the "professor," whose lips were pale and seemed somewhat Paleness, smiled wryly and said, "' Sleeve Sword,' actually, we were just about to ask you for advice on this matter."

"Previously, the ' Muggle ' told us that there were remnants of divine power in the small Sacrificial Plaza at the entrance to the Third Layer of the Catacombs, which could shield us from most of the influence from the outside world. This really helped us a lot, and it could even be said that it saved the lives of many of us. Otherwise, with the increasingly frequent and crazy knowledge indoctrination from the ' Hidden Sage,' some people could barely hold on, while others would probably be gone."

"We'd like to ask you, after moving away from Trier, where can we shield ourselves from the ' Hidden Sage ' indoctrination, or are there any ways to reduce the corresponding negative effects?"

Indeed, the others moved away from Trier mainly because of their emotional attachment, while the "Professors" and the others had real needs, very urgent needs... I had even planned to have Lumian consult the "Hermit" Lady to see if this senior in the "Warlock" Pathway had any good way to "plug the ears," and then trade for that method to tell all the "Warlock" in the Society... Now... Franca suddenly sighed.

Then, she smiled and said to the "professor" and the others, "The solution is to eliminate the ' Hidden Sage '."

"You're not kidding, are you?" the Associate Professor asked with difficulty.

"Isotope" continued, "' Sleeve Sword,' although you have become Half-God, the gap between you and ' Hidden Sage ' may be greater than the gap between us and you; it's a fundamental difference."

"Even if the entire Society combined, they couldn't solve the ' Hidden Sage ' problem." The professor had no confidence either.

Franca smiled:

"I'm not a key player."

"The tall guys will handle this; I'm just doing supporting work."

"A tall guy..." the professor hesitated for a moment before asking, "How tall?"

Franca pointed to the sky:

"That's so high, even higher than the ' Hidden Sage '."

Looking at the "Sleeve Sword," "Isotope," "Periodic Table," and others, they suddenly remembered that Half-God of Sequence 4 could already be called Saint or Saint, and even in the Church the Orthodox God, he would definitely be a high-ranking figure.

Their gazes shifted back and forth between Franca and "Hella"Lady several times, gradually realizing that they might be drawn into an event that would be recorded in the annals of Mysticism history:

A battle of gods!

"You came to us just for this? We're not even Half-God..." the professor said hesitantly.

"You don't need to fight the ' Hidden Sage.' You'll be doing support roles, just like me," Franca, the "Sleeve Sword," said after a moment's thought. "This matter does indeed involve some danger, but not in terms of combat. The other Half-God and I will be responsible for intercepting all enemies and Monster. Your danger comes from something else, but it won't be much more dangerous than receiving another indoctrination of the ' Hidden Sage ''s' knowledge. I can't tell you the specifics right now."

The six "Warlock" present exchanged glances again, feeling both excited, seeing this as an excellent opportunity to escape the threat of the "Hidden Sage," and extremely apprehensive and worried.

After a few seconds, the "Associate Professor" asked, "Are you confident?"

"We wouldn't have planned this hunt if we weren't confident. Don't worry, even if we fail, the ' Hidden Sage ' won't discover your betrayal. Believe me, our failure means we didn't manage to kill the ' Hidden Sage ' and let Him escape, not that the ' Hidden Sage ' will win." Franca appeared very confident.

"Why did you ask us for help? And why us?" the professor asked, as if making a final confirmation.

"' Warlock,' Transmigrator, aura of Gray Fog," Franca replied simply. "Don't ask me what aura of Gray Fog is now."

The face of the "Periodic Table," covered in chemical symbols, furrowed:

"' Muggle ' also meets these criteria, why don't you go find her?"

Franca burst out laughing:

"She has a more important task in this operation."