Chapter 768: Zealot

Judging from the performance of the old turtledove, I think he is no longer reliable. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At least, if the Pope really bothered me, he would certainly stand by and not take action.

I looked at the old turtledove, smiled, and shook my head: "I'm not going to hide. ”

"That ......" He hesitated for a moment, and paused with the cane in his hand: "Brother, you have saved my brother's life, what do you need, just bring it up, as long as it is not for my brother's life, my brother will try to satisfy you." ”

This is clearly said to be a return for gratitude, but in fact, it is to draw a line with me and part ways.

But it's also.

He didn't owe me much, saying that I saved his life from the clown, but in reality, even if I wasn't there, the clown couldn't kill him.

If he died so easily, he wouldn't have been killed by the clown for three hundred years, and he hadn't been killed yet.

So this favor, to say that he owes me, is also a bit far-fetched.

I understood what he meant, but anyway, I helped him solve a strong opponent, so I nodded unceremoniously: "Okay, I only have two needs." ”

"You say. ”

"First, I want to be personal. ”

"Avril?"

"That's right. ”

I'm in Paris, I don't know a lot of life, I have to have someone by my side, and Avril Lavril is the perfect person.

The old turtledove nodded without hesitation: "This is no problem." ”

I asked worriedly, "Will she agree to this?"

After all, I am a bare-bones commander, a lonely man, far less wealthy than the Polar Mining Group, and if I were Avril, I would definitely not want to leave.

"Don't worry, this old brother, she lost this political fight, I originally planned to execute her, and she knew it herself. Let her follow her brother, it is considered to give her a chance to live, she is only grateful, and she will never dare to be dissatisfied. ”

All right.

I didn't expect that the old turtledove's house rules were quite strict.

I nodded, "That's good." My second need," I then stretched out my hand and pointed to the iron hand on the ground, "You help me plant a spiritual brand on him, but the target of the brand's allegiance is Avril." ”

"This ......" the old turtledove was a little embarrassed: "It's a little difficult to do." ”

"How?"

"If you let your brother control it, it's no problem. But Avril is an ordinary person, she has never practiced magic, and if she wants to control a peak-peak master of the level of Iron Hand, she can't do it. ”

That's right.

This thing seems to be the same as zombies controlling corpse servants, and it must be the master's level higher than that of the servant.

It seems that the witchcraft of this spiritual imprint is not very powerful.

Unless......

Able to enhance Avril's mental power.

It was at this moment that I thought of a solution.

Maybe you can try.

I laughed, "Okay, I'm looking for Avril at night, you won't drive me away right away, right?"

"What does my brother say, this will definitely not be!" The old turtledove replied with a smile: "The Pope should not get the news so quickly, at least in a day or two." ”

What he meant was, of course, that I could disturb him, but not for more than two days.

I didn't say anything, but with the iron hand, I returned to his dwelling with the old turtledove.

It wasn't long after he said goodbye to me that he called Avril Lavigne.

Judging by the somewhat stunned expression on Avril's face, the old turtledove must have told her about it.

When she saw me, she saluted: "I have seen the master." ”

...... Master?

I looked at her: "The old turtledove has told you everything?"

She replied sternly: "Yes, from now on, everything about Avril is owned by the master, including life. ”

"No, I don't want your life, I need you to help me. As I spoke, I stretched my hand to my chest and took out the heart of the book.

Turning the heart of the book, turning the page with a golden heart, I could hear the Angel of Judgment howling again for me to let her out.

Ignoring the Judgment Angel, I turned the book one more page, revealing a brand new blank page.

I put the book in front of her and looked her in the eye: "Avril Lavigne, would you like to give your soul and help me wholeheartedly? ”

It's a soul-nourishing trick.

God, as long as he has a Godhead, can develop believers.

And the faith of believers is the source of divine power.

The more faithful a believer is to his belief in God, the more divine power it will produce.

Among them, believers with extreme beliefs have a title called "fanatics".

Faith to the point of fanaticism is a fanatic.

Willingly, he gave his soul to God.

In the Godhead, not only can the divine power be stored, but also the soul can be stored.

Store the souls of pure zealots.

When a Zealot dies, the Godhead automatically senses the Zealot's soul and guides those souls into it.

So that these souls will not go to hell, immortality, or even rebirth.

Combined with the confrontation with the judgment angels, let me guess a possibility: Could it be that these angels are fanatical believers in God, who were turned into angels by God after death?

And the so-called "heaven" is the godhead of the true God?

Hell is the underworld.

Legend has it that after death, a person can go to both hell and heaven.

Of course, Eastern legends are subsumed under Western Elysium.

This is just a guess on my part, like looking at the moon in the water, I can't see it clearly.

Unless I break through the demigods and reach the true god realm, I will not be able to understand the truth.

If Avril can dedicate her soul to my godhead, the heart of the book, then I will be able to channel her divine power and strengthen her spiritual power.

For example, turn her into an "angel"-like being.

After hearing my words, Avril hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "I do." ”

As she spoke, she closed her eyes.

Then, she saw wisps of gray-white breath emanating from her brain, flying towards the heart of the book.

It's her soul.

I didn't expect that she was really willing to give her soul.

And willingly.

Presumably, this is her only choice.

I thought about it, only to see her soul fly out little by little, fall on the heart of the book, and then merge into a human pattern.

The appearance is lifelike and vivid, which is exactly what Avril looks like.

At the same time, Avril's memories were also unreservedly visible to me.

It was only after this look that I understood why Avril gave her soul so easily.

Because, in fact, when she was in the underground world, she pinned her faith on me.

It was only me, the only hope she had to leave the underworld at that time.

And this hope, as time goes by, gradually ferments, and the spark can start a prairie fire, accumulating deeper and deeper, until she is completely transformed into a fanatic! )