"The miracle of time, the master of space, the lord of destiny...... It's kind of interesting. ”

After listening to Mr. Dimon's description, Su Xian's heart was touched, but soon he had questions.

Mark had a pocket watch, diamonds, and dice for the sacrifice, showing that he had an understanding of the god to whom the parchment was pointed. And what about this Professor Buck? ”

……

Professor Buck apparently didn't know about this god!

After a short thought, he flatly denied: "Impossible! I have never heard of a god who can control time, space and destiny at the same time, let alone in literature, or even heard of it! If there really was such a god, it would be impossible for him to be absent from the history of warfare in the age of the gods! ”

Mr. Dumont just smiled, "That's because you're shallow. ”

Professor Barker's face turned pale.

Mr. Dimon opened his arms and sneered, "Professor Christopher Barker, since you know the history of warfare in the Age of the Gods, then...... Do you know the god who reversed the torrent of time and instantly restored the continent that split the god of war in half? ”

Professor Buck hesitated, "It's a bit impressive, but it's not a false legend......

Mr. Dimon didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and then continued: "Do you know that the god who wields the space storm and single-handedly kills the aliens who come through the space tunnel to the scum? ”

Professor Barker: "Seems to be ......"

Mr. Dimon added: "Do you know the god who plucks the strings of fate and guides the world to avoid the doom of the world! ”

Professor Barker: "Historians have long proven that there is no such thing as ......"

Mr. Dumont then laughed: "You are a historian yourself, and you should know that those words are untrustworthy. ”

Professor Buck was a little confused: "Do you want to say that the rumors that have long been denied are actually true?" And ......"

"That's right, that's it!" Mr. Dumont stretched out his hand to him, "All this is true, and the protagonist of those rumors is the same, that is, the God we will believe, the one, the greatest true God!" ”

When these words fell, everyone in the audience was a little shaken.

In his old age, this person always wants to continue his life, so he will take the initiative to study some strange things, not to mention that there were gods in this world, so the people here have some understanding of the history of the age of the gods.

If all the deeds of Mr. Dimon are true, how powerful must the God to whom he points be?

An old nobleman who hadn't said much before suddenly stood up and bowed to Dumont: "Monsieur Dumont, I am willing to follow in your footsteps and offer all my loyalty to that great god, I only hope to ......"

Mr. Dimon finally smiled: "I know your hopes, and that is my hope. Now the hour is coming, and if there is any objection, stand up quickly, and I will not embarrass you. ”

Everyone looked at each other, and except for Professor Barker, who was still hesitant, they all said that they had no objections.

Mr. Dimon finally looked at Professor Barker: "Professor Christopher Barker, it's time to make a decision!" ”

……

Time turns, minutes and seconds pass.

Under everyone's attention, Professor Buck finally nodded his head uncontrollably.

"Good!"

Mr. Dimon clapped his hands and said, "Now that everyone has agreed, it's time to start preparing for the ceremony." Mrs. Green, have you brought anything you have prepared? ”

Mrs. Green grinned and said, "Of course I did." Do you want to get started now? ”

Monsieur Dumont looked around again and right, and when he saw that everyone was nodding in greeting, he said, "Let's get started!" ”

Mrs. Green nodded: "Then I'll begin." ”

She then walked down the stairs on crutches, stomped on the ground three times, motioned for the others to step back, and then took a small bag from her pocket and opened a corner to reveal a little powder inside.

These powders have a yellowish color and a pungent odor.

Mrs. Green carefully bent down and sprinkled the powder to the ground.

She sprinkled as she walked in circles in the open space.

Her technique was very delicate, and after a circle, there was a circle of yellow powder poured on the ground.

She walked one more circle, and poured another circle out of that circle.

Finally, a positive triangle is added, which is the emblem of a god that symbolizes a certain "god".

……

On the floor, Su Xian kept seeing this, and his expression became more and more strange.

Even if he was a little far away, he could vaguely tell that the powder used by Mrs. Green was ...... It's brimstone!

Brimstone has nothing to do with that "god."

What are they going to do?

……

Mrs. Green did not stop after drawing a diagram of the emblem on the ground, and she shuddered from inside her clothes and pulled out a larger bag, and then took out small bowls the size of her thumb from the bag.

She placed the bowls one by one on the outer circle, and three of them were placed on the three corners of the triangle.

If you count it carefully, these small bowls add up to three seven twenty-one, but there are only twenty people present!

And when Mrs. Green had set the bowls in place, she took out a pack of silver needles and distributed them to everyone present.

Obviously, it was about to prick the finger with a silver needle to drip blood.

Sure enough, after that, everyone began to drip blood into the small bowl on the formation map, led by Mrs. Green.

Finger to heart, each person drops a drop of fingertip blood into one of the bowls, which means dedicating one's heart to the god to whom one wants to believe.

"It is a simple declaration of faith to God, and if it is started at twelve o'clock tonight, we will be recognized by the true God and become His followers," said Mr. Dumont. ”

With that, he also dripped blood from his fingertips into one of the bowls.

It's just that he, like Mrs. Green, quietly chose one of the bowls on the three corners.

The triangle went to two, and only the last bowl was left unspilled with blood.

Mr. Dumont took out his pocket watch and looked at it, and said, "Eleven fifty, in ten minutes, when the ceremony begins, we will first stand in front of our respective blood bowls." ”

One after another, twenty people stood outside the circle of the array, corresponding to each bowl one by one.

When everything was ready, Mr. Dumont turned to the center of the array, covered his chest with his left hand, raised his right hand, and said, "You do it with me, this is the sign language of prayer to the true God." ”

Everyone looked at his hand and followed him to draw the emblem on his chest.

Then everyone closed their eyes and recited the prayer in unison: "Miracle of time, master of space, lord of fate, please listen to my voice......"

……

"Ding-dong."

The clock is ringing, and zero hour has arrived.

Everyone opened their eyes and prepared for the beginning of the ceremony.

And the ritual did begin, but not as they had imagined...... A ritual to declare faith to God!