"Nidaya..."

"Temple of Order..."

"The Templars... Pastor Angel..."

Ye Ming heard countless whispers, as if as long as someone called his god name and had the idea of faith in his heart, then the next conversation could be clearly heard by himself.

You may think that it doesn't matter if you're alone, but when thousands of sentences poured into his mind like a magic sound, Ye Ming felt an urge to tear himself apart.

"Stop, stop, stop!" he roared.

However, the voices did not go away, but became more and more noisy, and it was clear that more people were joining the discussion.

"Zero!" Ye Ming called.

The body that turned into a ball of light couldn't even cover his ears, and with his current life form, it didn't seem to have an ear.

"Tick! 186 psychic connection channels detected, are they closed?" the chip's voice sounded.

"Close!" Ye Ming didn't even think about it, he was already about to go crazy with a toss.

The 186 spiritual passages should be the only remaining number of soldiers under the Earl's command and the two militia brigades from Ilketrin.

To be honest, Ye Ming felt a little bored about the war in this world, and he was embarrassed to call it a battle if he joined the war?

Isn't it a small-scale local conflict?

But think about it, with the world's low production capacity and poor living environment, how many people can be fed?

He recalled his harvest this time and summoned his attribute panel: "Strength 0 agility 0 constitution 0 energy 4.05"

After deducting the 6 points of divine power consumed by using the 'Holy Light Bomb' before, there are still 4 points left, so I don't have to worry about my life form crushing due to lack of energy.

Ye Ming looked at the points of light that were quietly suspended around him, which was the final formation of absorbing life energy after the flames burned.

"What's the use?"

He tentatively tried to absorb them into himself, but these little things just obediently clinged to his body, sliding mischievously like little loaches.

"It's strange, you can obviously feel the energy they contain, but why can't you absorb it?" Ye Ming said to himself with some doubts.

He could clearly feel that these small points of light contained not weak energy fluctuations, and if he could absorb and use them all, he would at least be able to provide himself with a few more points of divine power.

"Why?"

Finally found something to pass the time, Ye Ming experimented with great interest.

The way of manipulation is no different from the energy points separated from his own body, and the points of light formed by the flames are neatly arranged under his mental control, forming interesting shapes, which is very obedient.

In desperation, he had no choice but to separate a little bit of energy light and patiently observe the difference between the two.

They are all milky white, exuding a faint halo, if there is anything different, Ye Ming guessed that it may be due to the strength of the absorption of life energy, some of the light points are obviously much larger than the standard energy points separated by themselves, and they are also brighter.

Of course, coincidentally, some of the light points are even inferior to the standard energy points that they have separated, and they look a little dim.

He tentatively fused several points of light with each other, and the result of not being absorbed by himself was the same as the result of being absorbed by himself, and the points of light that were separated by himself were completely rejected by him, but the points of light formed by the same flames were successfully fused together, and the size of the form increased slightly.

"Huh!"

Ye Ming was surprised to find that with the passage of time, the light points separated by himself became significantly smaller due to the consumption of energy, but the light points formed by the flames did not change at all.

This contrast made him discover some overlooked details, in this mysterious space, in addition to his own body, any object composed of energy needs to provide its own divine power in order to maintain its form, otherwise those energies will gradually lose and be absorbed by this mysterious space.

But the points of light formed by these flames are completely unaffected by this rule!

This is a major discovery!

Ye Ming enthusiastically manipulated these points of light to form the screen used to peek into the world where Lance was.

It worked!

The familiar scenery came into view, and he cheered with some excitement!

But it turned out that he seemed to be a little happy too soon, and when the number reached a certain accumulation, the fluctuations in energy were more easily noticeable.

Ye Ming clearly felt that the energy contained in these light spots was being slowly consumed, and he tried to replenish his own energy, but he was still rejected by him without hesitation.

"Did you fail...?" Ye Ming was a little depressed.

The screen, which is made up of points of light, is getting smaller and smaller, and the lack of energy sustainability causes it to appear to be on the verge of collapsing at any moment.

However, just as he was about to accept this reality, it was as if a switch had been activated, and with the fluctuation of a familiar spiritual channel, the screen seemed to be lit up in an instant, and it was slowly returning to its original size and form.

"Huh?"

Ye Ming could feel that the consumption of energy still existed, but from time to time new energy was replenished, and a complete cycle was maintained between the two, like a perpetual motion machine?

"What's going on?" he felt like his brain was running out of ideas, and he wasn't about to...

"An unknown psychic channel has been detected, has a connection been established?" the chip's chime sounded at the right time.

"Establish!" Ye Ming agreed casually.

Wait for him to open his eyes.

The raging flames seemed to engulf his consciousness!

What kind of world is this?

Fire!

Fire everywhere!

The sky, the earth, everything seemed to be burning!

The fire people howled miserably, even if they were far away, Ye Ming could feel the strong unwillingness contained in their shouts.

Pain, despair, hatred!

These negative emotions nourish the space, the flames, and themselves like nourishment.

It's like a full loop!

Even though he was completely unrecognizable, from the size of the body covered by the flames, Ye Ming could still roughly tell that these wailing fire men were all Misty Mountain warriors who had been burned to death by the holy flames.

"Souls?" he muttered.

A flash of realization flashed through his mind, whether it was the loud prayer of Lance when he was in a desperate situation, or the pious prayer of the two Templar knights, Martin and Jacob, the fragments of memory spread out in front of him like a picture scroll.

"Emotions?" Ye Ming asked, "Does my strength come from emotions?!"

No one could answer, and his heart was haunted by some unknown feeling, and he somewhat tastelessly severed his mental connection, and looked back at the screen that had completely regained its shape, emitting a faint halo against the darkness.

"Spread out...", he was still a little unbearable after all.

Thinking of the wailing souls, whose suffering provided a constant source of energy, the mortal mind finally triumphed over the desires of the gods.

"I told you to disperse!" Ye Ming roared angrily.

However, the tried-and-true control method failed, and he could control it to appear anywhere and change into any shape, but the whole screen did not move, even if it was twisted into a twisted shape, it was dutifully playing Lance in Pande's world.

"Spread out! Spread out!" Ye Ming roared!

He remembered that he was free to swing his fist at any target he wanted. But now the life form can only slam into anger and let the screen slide through its body like water.

"God is not gracious, and that is why God is God. Inexplicably, Ye Ming remembered such a sentence.

But he doesn't agree!

God is God because He is omnipotent!

"Close!" Ye Ming changed his way.

The image is gone, and the energy is finally no longer consumed, and naturally there is no longer a need to replenish it.

He did it!

Looking at the mass of energy in front of him that was tossed into an irregular form, its unique characteristics were really love-hate at the same time.

Ye Ming loved its function that would not dissipate, but he was guilty of the way it played with the soul.

Even if he claims to be a god, and even has some power of a god, his heart is still a young man from the earth.

"Am I being too kind...?"

Ye Ming manipulated it and smoothed it into a spear, this kind of dead thing does not produce energy consumption, and the never-dissipating nature makes him can't help but have a little more fantasy in his mind.

Maybe...

Can I use it to build a shrine?

He thought of this possibility in his mind, and the energy mass moved as he wished, gradually forming a small temple, floating in mid-air to dispel the darkness.

"It's beautiful, but..."

It was too small, so small that Ye Ming felt a little disappointed, it didn't have the grandeur and grandeur he wanted at all, it looked like a toy model that children liked.

"Perhaps, I need more souls...", inexplicably, this thought actually came to his mind.

"The enemy's, I only need the enemy's..."Ye Ming tried to convince himself: "Why be merciful when treating the enemy?"

"Think of the wailing souls, think of what they have suffered!" reminded the little white man.

"So what, the enemy who dares to oppose me will naturally have to pay the price he deserves!" the black villain sneered disdainfully.

"Is that the price of the soul being burned by eternal life?" The white villain had a sympathetic expression, "What did they do to bear this, just because they once swung their swords at you on the battlefield?"

"That's the essence of why mortals are mortals, and why gods are gods!" the black villain reprimanded sternly, "Even mortals know to drive away invaders who covet their own territory, and so do wild beasts. God's majesty brooks no offense! God's mercy works only for those who believe in him! Heresy deserves to be burned..."

"But they also have families! They have kind wives and lovely children!" the little white man interrupted excitedly, "They just want to earn glory and make their families happy!"

"Glory, kill the people who believe in you, kill—" The black villain tried to refute something.

"That's enough! I said stop!" Ye Ming's shout stopped them from arguing, and he muttered in a low tone, "Let me think... Let me think..."