The perspective turned back to Li Zhi's side.

Group sanity test (1d6/1d20).

The results of the other player checks were:

PRIT: He stared blankly at the sun in the sky, and his mouth unconsciously spat out a string of numbers, which were often followed by a unit of value, as if he were not looking at another sun, but a huge, glowing gem.

A few tears slipped from the corners of his eyes into a line, as if entering some kind of memory, he appeared one after another worried, annoyed, angry and other expressions, and finally covered his face with his hands, crying silently, as if he had lost the ability to act independently.

The skinny man who was previously thrown out of the tavern, Domino: He was the quickest of all the players to come back to his senses, and it seemed that the appearance of the fireball above his head did not shock him much.

But listening to his inarticulate deliberations, one can basically understand the chaos in his heart, and unlike Pritt, he seems to understand what he is going through.

He looked at the flying fire in the sky for a while, looked at the ground for a while, and then leaned down and wrote and drew on the ground with his fingers.

But when the complete analysis map came out, it was covered with sand again under the creator's smearing.

"That's not right...... It must be wrong, the star map is not distributed correctly, here it is, tropical? Southern Hemisphere? He muttered to himself, standing on the surface garden of the rich area.

Next to him, there was another man with his left hand on the biceps of his right hand, but in his right hand he was holding a mobile phone-like thing on the joint of his left hand, frowning and looking at the information on it quite distracted.

Liu Jiaxuan: I didn't notice anything abnormal on the top of my head at all, and now I'm complaining that I'm walking barefoot, the ground is a little hot, and I'm thinking about how to take revenge on the man who put me in prison before.

Li Zhi [32/60] [San Value Exemption, 1d10 Condition: 3 (Positive)] He knew that the huge fireball in the sky would eventually burn up all the ignorance, and together with the wealth and status of this land, mankind would be equal at the end of death.

But he was shaken when he found that in the light of this shadow, which was completely without a shadow at all, but everywhere there was a shadow, someone who rejected the impending death (Prit: Despair Inspired Characteristic), and displayed an expression that was completely opposite to that of the others kneeling on the ground.

There is still a small group of people in this world who have escaped primitive ignorance, at least they do not see the Doomsday Messenger as a savior.

They can get rid of religion – even if they are driven by the desire to survive.

…… Then there should also be a group of people, at least some of whom sincerely hope that the civilization they were born into will go down the right path.

The thought that there would be such a human being in the world filled him with determination. [Will check and fight will automatically get a bonus die]

"Servants of Ayevan! The light of the Lord illuminates us! The agitating words seemed to be not limited by space, and Li Zhi could feel that the direction from which the voice came from was far away, but the voice seemed to be ringing in his ears.

"His power is enough to break through the darkness that covers our heads! And when it comes, it will completely burn the heretics buried deep under our feet! ”

"Our Lord transcends time, and His eternity does not need to be divided into day and night! Our words and deeds, any past and future, will be presented in his eyes! ”

"Every man will return to his kingdom after death! The sins they carry will be reduced to lowly servants! And every high-level soul will become a new day teller under the purification of the sun! ”

"Our faith responds to us!"

The words in his ears were extremely inflammatory, and Li Zhi could see that he was not the only one who heard these words.

Everyone.

The voice of the pager rang in everyone's ears, and it was clear from the eyes of those who had just escaped from the cellar that their fanaticism was like magma—perhaps from today onwards, they would be the sharpest weapons of all.

A weapon used to destroy heretics.

And Li Zhi already fully believed that there was a heresy hidden in his body.

Instead of feeling the immensity of divine grace, he felt a little fear—a fear of what was known, as if he knew what that thing was floating in space.

Next, on his way, there was another Great Wall of Blades, a great wall of human flesh composed of foolish people dressed in the cloak of faith.

The chants were sung in my ears, a chorus of dozens of people, played by unknown instruments, and the sound was like an orchestral instrument, but it was incomprehensible that if you focused on these soundtracks, you could sense other sounds in the dark.

It can be any other beautiful sound, taken from a part of your memory, and everything that makes you feel beautiful is incorporated into this chant.

Li Zhi didn't know how they did it, but it was beyond the realm of science.

Almost all of them stumbled towards the place where the song was sung, and they kowtowed step by step, their expressions solemn and secretly excited, or they put their excitement directly on their faces.

Li Zhi hesitated for a moment, and then found that Prit, who was still sobbing just now, was actually walking towards the tide of the crowd with his friend blankly, and hurriedly followed.

There was only the chanting of hymns in their ears, and no one dared to say a word, and this kind of discipline could not be found even in the memories brought by the ghosts.

Oh yes, and the sound of the head banging on the loess.

The direction of the pilgrimage did not need to be listened to at all, and if it were not for the fact that these people had to prove their piety by closing their eyes, they would have opened their eyes and could see a pillar of light in the distance running straight into the clouds.

The light was so strong that it overshadowed any other light in the white night, and became the only one between heaven and earth.

Time passed [1d6=5] for a long time, and I walked all the way to the bottom of the pyramid that appeared out of thin air.

Countless crowds were already gathered below, kneeling around the pyramid in the same way, chanting along with the hymns.

[Dark dice: 98 / Unimportant vs. 34/60]

Behind them rushed another crowd of people, who fell to the ground in a frenzy, scrambling to kowtow, completely noticing that something had fallen.

Li Zhi picked up a few pieces of parchment that had been tied together. 【1d10=5】

He didn't immediately open it to look at it, but shoved it into his own ...... The waistband of the pants, by the way, covered the exposed part of the upper body with a top.

The parchment was very flexible, and it didn't hinder his movements when Li Zhi pretended to kneel and kowtow with the others.

Instead, it was Prit, who never seemed to come back to his senses, and although he was pulled down by his friend and half-knelt on the ground, he did not start praying like the other aborigines, but still chanted some numbers.

Li Zhi could hear the despair and fear in the numbers he was reading.

"One million three hundred and seventy thousand...... 4,600,000 ...... 140,000 ...... Two million two hundred thousand. Every number he read out was so huge that he trembled as he uttered them.

Li Zhi disguised himself as a pilgrimage fanatic and circled around him, trying to punch him in the back of the head for psychoanalysis.