Artificial Celestial Realm.

The reality of the world is laid out in the eyes of the Glory.

He saw—

Cassieu Wald, and the chants who follow him.

The divine light shines and shines.

They became the darlings of the supreme light, bathed in divine grace like the Holy Spirit.

Is it the resurrection of the dead?

No, it's not so much a resurrection as a transformation into another form of being.

Like what...... Soul.

Amy Ulysses bit her lip, contrary to his initial assumptions, but facts speak louder than words, death may not be the eternal destination of all souls as he thinks, and it is possible for humans to continue to exist as souls after entering the end of their destiny, or ...... Reincarnation?

The boy seemed to have grasped something, but before he could clench his fingers, inspiration flowed through his fingertips like quicksand, leaving no trace.

Now is not the time to think about that.

He raised an eyebrow, his gaze pausing for a moment on Cassiau Wald and the Chorus, then ...... Following the golden thread behind the great sword-wielding man known for his gentleness, he looked at the god who perched high above the heavens and looked down on all beings.

Kite?

Unconsciously gave birth to such a sense of immediacy.

but

It just looks like it.

The truth is much more terrifying than the so-called kite.

Amy Ulysses gasped in hindsight—what was he seeing? It was a large net that covered most of the territory of Order!

It's endless.

Countless points of light, countless threads fluttered up from the dark earth, passed through "her", and the eleven "points" that had been anchored earlier, and the silk threads that were sifted away from those thin, faint, and impure, and remained submerged into the bodies of the members of the chant team who were singing, and with the opening and closing of their lips under their hoods, all converged behind Cassieu Wald.

and condensed into innumerable golden threads like living creatures, along the void, step by step, all the way up to the throne of the gods, forming the cornerstone of His existence.

This is...... Rite?

The Glory One wasn't quite sure, and in fact, he didn't even know exactly why he was here as "Mana".

But that didn't stop him from experimenting.

Be careful, be careful.

He touched a thread that ran through "his" chest.

It was thin, so light that it was barely felt—but it was almost, and a voice sounded in his head as he touched the thread.

An old, frail, yet pious voice.

"My lord, my lord, you are above all else. ”

Then, another thread was touched.

This time the voice was directed by a young man, who sang in a majestic and powerful voice peculiar to men.

"My Lord, Thou art the Most High God, Thou art the Light of the Light, and may thy way walk on earth as it is in heaven. ”

These...... Is it a prayer?

The Glory One thought and quickly corrected his thoughts.

No

It's faith.

"Lord, please make your mother's illness well. ”

"Lord, please bless Tucker for his safe return. ”

"Lord, merciful Lord, save us, save this city......"

Hundreds, thousands, thousands of voices rang out in the depths of the soul, singing the praises of the Lord's splendor and greatness, reciting the Order's scriptures, and praying to the supreme god for miracles.

He felt that "Mana", or "himself" at the moment, was like a full-fledged processor, frantically processing these messages of prayer to the gods, classifying them according to whether the faith was pious or not, and whether the emotions were strong or not, and finally weeding out the inferior products that were not pure and strong enough, and transmitting the best faith to the chants, to Cassieu Wald.

- To summon the gods.

But as he observed more and understood the ritual better, his doubts not only did not decrease, but increased.

First and foremost, it is the body of this deity.

He

What is it?

The world is not the only one –

He already knew.

However, the territory of order, the territory of order opened up by the ancestors in the chaotic wilderness, is the most special existence in the endless world.

This is the ruins,

This is the abyss.

The place where the worlds have fallen, the place where the divine fire has been extinguished.

All things, no matter how proud the race, how brilliant the civilization, what the mighty gods, and how glorious the world, will usher in the end of their destiny here.

The only one who can transcend it is probably the one who has created the winged people, the one who is beyond the birth and death of billions of worlds.

But it is unlikely that it could be Him, or even from outside the world, which is too closed and too fragile.

But to say that the god in front of him is the same as Hasta, a primordial god born in the inner world, it doesn't make sense logically.

If there is a god, where is He?

Unlikely.

He vividly remembered that the remnants of the old shadow of the Yellow King had warned him not to intervene in his war with Augustus.

If there really was a true deity in the Order, there was no reason for him not to perceive it, let alone ignore it, and instead regard Augustus, the "god of the earth," who was inferior to him in terms of seniority and personality, as an imaginary enemy.

But if he wasn't in this world, where would he be?

It can't be a dream.

Anyway, it is hard for Amy to imagine that the nominal supreme existence of a sect does not sit in the center, but shrinks in the middle of nowhere......

Wait a minute?

Dreams, falsehoods, beliefs –

As if grasping something, the Glorious One once again focused his gaze on the sacred place, his pupils shrinking slightly.

That's right.

Faith, transmission, weaving.

He discovers the truth about this deity, almost blasphemous, almost taboo.

He is man-made.

Its transcendent power comes from the faith of tens of thousands of the Order's devout believers, its form, its spirit, its will is given by the Chant Corps, and the most crucial step, the distortion of reality and the weaving of it into a god, is through the hands of Cassius Wald.

The weaver Cassieu Wald, he should have thought of it a long time ago, the so-called weaver, refers to -

The one who weaves the gods!

It's no wonder that the Order created the Song Corps with him at its core, and it's no wonder that he has more authority than Wyman and Leonardo da Vinci as the Three Seals Sword Bearer.

All kinds of clues are placed in front of the glorious one, and together they point to the only truth.

Amy Ulysses, who had only just joined the Order, was naturally not qualified to know the nature of Cassieu Wald's abilities, let alone how he weaved the gods out of the belief of nothingness, giving them form, giving them will, and giving them life.

- Thinking Reading.

The stigmata gave Cassius Wald's first ability, allowing him to invade and read the human spirit, which was the origin of everything and the basis of his abilities.

-- Imprint of thinking.

Forcibly implanted with the mind seal, his spiritual will is completely rewritten on the personality of the recipient, so that the recipient completely becomes a one-hearted existence with him, although the gentle temperament of the great sword wielder has not liked this overbearing ability very much, and is deeply guilty of it, but it is undeniable that the establishment of the choral team, and the miracle of weaving gods, are inseparable from the ...... of many people Self-sacrifice.

——Multiple cognitions, dream weaving.

The concepts that will be observed and determined together, according to the number of cognitions, the strength of cognition, and other complex influences, will only exist in the imagination, weaving, projecting, and creating into reality, which is the most critical part of the "God-making Project".

The artificial celestial realm provides a channel for collecting and filtering beliefs.

Rewriting the transformed Choral Team with his own will can increase the upper limit of his abilities to the greatest extent.

Finally, there is ......

Lift His throne up in heaven!

It was a genius, a madness, even an unbelievable project, to create a god—even the most arrogant fanatic, the most wicked devil, to have such blasphemous thoughts.

But he, Cocasius Wald, but the Order did.

The Glory Bearer is rarely shocked by this subversive magnanimity, and rarely ignores the dangers around him.

And then

As the color of blood stained his horizon, he fell from Mana's point of view.

A feeling of weakness hits.

The long sword was pulled out of his chest, he opened his mouth, looked at the familiar and unfamiliar young man in front of him, spat out a mouthful of blood uncontrollably, and staggered back.

Kaubak,

Nope-

He is "the man with the sword".

He didn't die, not only did he not die, but he launched a deadly offensive while his consciousness was deep into the artificial heavenly realm.

The long sword pierced through his chest, countless tentacles scurried in his body, pale flames burned in his internal organs, and his head was dizzy from the burning breath and intense symptoms of blood loss, let alone resisting, he couldn't even stand steadily.

"Goodbye,"

"Or never again. ”

The King of the Deep Sea Starry Sky said as he walked on the ground, and slashed mercilessly, the cold blade of the sword came towards him, and grew bigger and bigger in the pupils......

Die.

Hasta, who can cross the river of time, is nearby, and the death harbinger may not take effect, but strangely, when death is about to come, Amy does not have the slightest fear.

death

Is it really the destination of all souls?

He couldn't help but think,

Then fell into the endless darkness.