The Scientologists were prepared for the sect's upcoming moves, but they were on guard, the sect did not launch an attack on the institute as they expected, in fact, let alone attack, even in the political arena, the sect did not even launch a decent counterattack.

For two whole days, while the Scientologists were intensively studying the mysterious substance, the voices that had been most fond of stumbling under the Scientology New Deal under the banner of morality in the ruling council disappeared one after another.

Among the seven seats, the three ruling elders of the sect are almost useless, one is patrolling outside, the head elder suddenly fell ill after the life forbidden area exploration incident, and the only remaining elder is called "dumb", which is a stuffy gourd that can't let out a fart in normal times, in this case, the upper echelons of the church don't mention any strong leadership.

As for the middle and low-level sectarian political forces, they have their own thoughts and wisdom to protect themselves, after all, the three old men above have all shut up, how dare the people below continue to speak?

Silence is undoubtedly their best choice at this time, and today's scientific school has the power of mysterious substances in their hands, and it is only a matter of time before the results of the research come out, in case the sect is thirty years old in Hexi, they are all the objects of liquidation, and they are too jumpy, and they are not sure if their heads can be safe at home in the future.

What's more, some "clever" people in the sect have begun to wander in tandem, eye-to-eye with the Scientists, and the sect is slow to move, and now the Scientology has preempted the mysterious substance, seeing that the trees are falling and scattered, and the bones are soft, at least, the soft bones can survive, and the hard bones are buried in the swamp (the funeral habits of the Dragons).

These columns of dragons without a leader and chaos are really confusing to the Scientology, the sect represents the relatively conservative force among the Dragone people, and they will be more cautious, but seeing that things have come to this point, they still don't dare to let go, which is too unreasonable, so, how can such a sect fight with the Scientology for nearly 800 years, so unbearable, the Scientology is not a two-round bar sect to be wiped out?

The sect has not beenseen this way in history, so there must be some greater conspiracy hidden in their current behavior.

However, when it comes to conspiracy, the Scientologists do not understand, the mysterious substance is in their own hands, and the sect has no good way to solve it except to fight openly and covertly and resort to force, is it possible to rely on the incorruptible tongue to reconvert their own people under the protection of God?

Dreaming of these completely impossible things, it is better to focus on the study of mysterious substances, after all, only when the power of mysterious substances is fully mastered, they can be regarded as completely winning this battle.

In the midst of all their speculations, on the morning of the third day, the sect acted, they could not sit still, and their plot came to the surface!

The Scientologists received the news as soon as possible, in fact, it was difficult for them to even if they didn't want to receive the news, because now the whole city of the center of the earth was in a sensation, and the sect used a method that the Scientologists had not thought of at all, and came to find trouble with great fanfare - they held a parade of gods that can only be held once every hundred years.

This is the tradition of the Degong people god religion after thousands of years, originally to sing the praises of the high god of the Degong people to the miracle of the large-scale procession and sacrifice activities, and later with the rise of science and technology, the power of the sect slowly declined, this kind of activity from the religious meaning of the large-scale sacrifice, into a simple procession.

Today, however, the procession seems to have returned to its former solemnity, with a large number of clergy and devout devotees dressed in the most ceremonial costumes.

They simply invoke the name of the Most High God along the way, and there is no such beautiful chanting of prayers and sacrificial dances as in the previous processions.

Like a silent army, they set off from the position of the main altar and walked silently all the way in the direction of the end point - the research institute.

"What does this mean? Could it be that they can rush in just to the door of the research institute?" the Great Elder of the Scientology muttered to himself, puzzled.

They sent four elders of the scientific sect, and now only the youngest Cicelorus was left to preside over the overall situation in the Secret Research Institute, and the remaining three all went to the gate of the research institute to stabilize the morale of the army.

All the armies controlled by the Scientologists were sitting on their backs, the mood was extremely tense, the actions of the sects were only marches, and had not yet risen to the heights of war, although they also had troops in their processions, but they were all cathars, and it was a tradition of Dragone to participate in the processions.

The three elders of the Scientology could only order the soldiers to defend, and if they did anything offensive to the sect first, then their faction would lose a lot of neutral public opinion.

"Could it be that under the guise of the chaos created directly through the parade, we will attack the research institute under this cover?" the short elder asked after the elder elder's words.

"I can't rule it out, but my hunch is that the old guy from the sect has a hand that we don't know. The Great Elder sounded worried: "As an opponent, I still know him, this squadron is not his usual means of leading the team to break through, this person's talent is a little mediocre, but his style of acting cautiously and cautiously, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, these are what he is best at, and he is used to buying and leaving, and he will definitely not do useless work." ”

When the other elder heard this, he couldn't help but ask, "Then we can't just watch him come to force the palace, right?" He hammered the pillar next to the gate of the research institute and continued: "The neutral people are the most ignorant, a well-played speech can incite them, once they have the upper hand, even if we have something in our hands, we will be passive!"

The Great Elder pondered for a while, then raised his eyes slightly to look at his companion, signaling him to calm down and say, "Public opinion among the people is the most unbearable thing, what can we do if it is instigated? As long as we control the root of the problem and pour dirty water on it afterwards, it is easy to divert the heat of the matter. ”

The short man also echoed: "I think it makes sense, now we have a firm grasp of the mysterious substance in our hands, as long as the research work is completed, we can completely control the situation, at that time, public opinion is just a tool of domination for us, but speaking of which, why is our research on the mysterious substance progressing so slowly?"

He didn't say that it was okay, but when he said it, it also hooked the heart of the great elder, and the old man was also worried about this matter in the past two days, he looked at it from afar, and after sorting out his mood, he said with a straight face: "Okay, research is about the process, we are not those superstitious crazy people, do we still have to trust science?"

He raised his arm, pointed to the white wave in the distance that was slowly advancing towards the research institute, and said, "See, these guys are already here, friends, let's meet them!"

With that, the Great Elder raised his head and stood firmly in the direction of the sect's procession...

"Boss Wang, how long will their research on mysterious substances last? They won't find out so easily, right?" Tan Liang was lying on the recuperation bed of the medical department of the research institute, looking like he was closing his eyes and recuperating, but in fact, he was chatting with his teammates in the team channel.

"No matter how far we study, today is today, and if there is a commotion outside, we will act according to the plan. Lao Wang replied, his voice very calm.

"If you want me to see, it should be difficult to find, this is actually the difference between the hearts of the reckless man and the literati, if you say, if you hand over the counterfeit goods we provide to a reckless person, he will probably find someone to try one directly, if you find that it has no effect, he will come directly to us to confront us, if you find that eating has an effect, that person has gained the ability, he will eat it directly and grab the first hand, so it will not take much time to find out. Mary smiled.

"However, when I met the Scientologists, I may be decisive when I seize the mysterious substance, but the process of dealing with it is too laborious, the longer this kind of thing is in my hands, the longer the nights and dreams, where is the time to do any experiments? ”

In the procession of the gods, Takenaka heard the three of them chatting interestingly, and also interjected: "Speaking of which, I think that the elders of this sect are very strong and far-sighted, originally they fell behind in the political struggle with the Scientology, and I was still worried about whether they could do it, but now it seems that what we need to worry about is that they are too ruthless and will eventually deviate from our plan." ”

"Good guy, you say so, that's really a bit of a way, we also need to prepare well, by the way, bamboo, is the team about to arrive?"

"Uncle, it's already here, listen..."

The chanting and prayers of the mountains and tsunami beat the institute like a tidal wave, and the ears were buzzing.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I ask what you mean by setting the destination of the Divine Descent Parade in our research institute today?" The Great Elder of the Scientology Sect is a typical hawkish politician, and the behavior of his opponent daring to come to the door was originally full of fire, but now when he saw the head of the sect in a white robe and with a godlike face standing in front of him, he was not angry, and his words were full of gunpowder, which had already brought enough contempt for the behavior of the Divine Descent Procession.

"Great Elder, it's not right for you to speak like this, we are all of the same race, and we have been ruling together peacefully for so long, although our two factions do not agree with each other in terms of philosophy, it is still no problem to achieve the minimum mutual respect, right?"

When the Great Elder saw the other party like this, his heart was also beating a drum, but then his neck stiffened, and he said in his heart: These gods and monsters, isn't what they like most is to pretend to be a ghost, he is bluffing me, just buying time.

Thinking of this, he also calmed down and said in a deep voice: "That's true, but since the God's procession is going on in our place, there must be a reason, presumably, this is God's will?"

The Great Elder looked at the head of the sect with a smile and said the words God's will in the most disrespectful way.

Even when he didn't have a mysterious substance in his hands, he didn't want to take these strange and chaotic creatures in his eyes, which was both about faith and not about faith.

Today, the so-called scientific belief has matured, or rather faded, and the faction is more like a mature political party than the organization of the persecuted scientists.

And the Great Elder, who was simply a politician with a scientific background, preferred to obtain the great power that no Dergonites had ever received through factions, and then, as described in the Shuwen Slate, to sit on a high throne and accept the worship of all the people, and now this dream was about to come true, and no one could stop him.

As if he hadn't heard the sarcasm in the Great Elder's words, the head of the sect looked at the Great Elder fixedly, his eyes were calm and steady, and he said, "That's right, it's God's will, we are going to be at the gate of the research institute today, to welcome God!"

When these words were spoken, they were originally flat and straightforward, but when the head of the church said to the end, there was already a solemn and sacred meaning in his tone, and for a while, the Great Elder felt that he was a little in a trance.

This old guy doesn't seem to be the person he has always looked down upon, he is forced to take turns in the form of government to show no saltiness in ordinary times, he has more strength than he has seen and expected.

A terrible thought suddenly crossed the Great Elder's mind, the old guy said so firmly, so does the god of the Degong people that the faction has always denied exist?

The strength of the Scientologists is that they can actually present their own strong evidence, they have reformed the military system, improved technology, and the Dragons have more convenient tools, which are the means by which they can win followers.

And the strength of the sect lies in the fact that until now, no one has been able to give real evidence of their weakness.

They believe in the gods of the Dragons, but the existence of gods is a very serious question, and it is not yet a project that can be argued by the Scientologists.

As long as this question cannot be proven, then the battle of the Scientologists against the sect will never be won.

The Great Elder was indeed thinking too simply, he thought that as long as the knife was fast enough and the long sword was sharp enough, the matter could be solved.

But this is not the case, they may kill all the staunch believers in the Dragone, and then rule all those who fear death under their own command, but theism will always exist, as long as things cannot be explained by science, as long as such a fire exists, it can sooner or later turn into a prairie fire.

"Miracles are still happening in our research institute?" the Great Elder quickly erased the terrible thought from his mind, and then said, "God probably doesn't want to do this in our impure land, right?"

The head of the sect looked at the Great Elder calmly and said: "God said, only in this way can the influence of miracles spread to the hearts of the most people, and also, respected Great Elder, God doesn't care, but it doesn't mean that we, the believers of God, don't care, please put away your snarky tone." ”

The Great Elder felt that his eyes were suddenly jumping, and the anger in his heart was great, he knew that this was not the effect of illusion, but because he had a mysterious substance in his hand, he was already fearless.

Even if you are here, with countless believers, under the banner of God's descent, I still dare to deal with you like what I did in front of the forbidden area of life that day, I can't prove that God doesn't exist, but I'm willing to bet, bet that you can't prove the existence of God, your deception-like miracles, just expose them!

He took a step forward and lowered his voice: "Coward, the God Descent Palace you designed can only add tens of thousands of spectators to your funeral in the end..."

The Great Elder snapped his fingers, and among the Guardian Saints standing behind the leader, a figure suddenly stepped out of the crowd, and the cold and shining sword in his hand pierced the back of the leader's heart.

The leader didn't seem to care, or, it was not good if he felt the strangeness behind him, he nodded lightly, and a touch of cold color also appeared in the Great Elder's guard!