The old man in a white robe and a triple crown looked up at the sky, and his ruddy face, which had been in good spirits a few minutes ago, now appeared a layer of gray symbolizing decay, and his mouth, which was always full of kind smiles, was pursed into a line, and his eyes staring at the sky were unfocused.

Until the very end, everything went smoothly.

The condition for the priesthood to perform miracles is people's faith, and unconscious beliefs pull miracles based on the anecdotes of saints from utopian dreams into reality.

So, from a more rigorous academic point of view, the priesthood does not initiate miracles, but rather many faiths and prayers begin miracles. The priesthood garment is a medium through which the "power" of many consciousnesses is more effectively absorbed and used, and the miracles of anecdotal stories are imitated and successfully reproduced through countless attempts in imaginary reality—this is the basic principle of the priesthood garment.

In the same way, if you can get a stronger "power", you can imitate and reproduce a more powerful miracle, and it is also a matter of course.

Using the Rhine Front as a fulcrum, the whole world can directly watch the entire battle to induce dissatisfaction with the fact that "they are dominated by inhuman things" and further induce resonance in thinking.

When so many resonant beliefs and thoughts converge on the Rhine, the battlefield becomes a huge sanctuary.

People's beliefs and prayers, even in an unconscious state, circulate in a huge array of spells built by the Church, repeatedly refined and compressed, and then injected into the Longinus spear, and finally pierce the monster that intends to reign over the human race.

- It was supposed to be like this.

It's just a little bit away from success.

The Longinus gun did live up to expectations, and the "wall of sighs" that had always been insurmountable was like glass in front of the Longinus gun, shattering at the touch of a button. Even the web of fire, which seemed to have no end and no gaps, could not stop the god-killing spear.

But less than a meter away from the monster's heart, the Longinus gun that should have been indomitable stopped in front of the one meter with no end in sight.

No.

Not really.

If you work hard and end up with a complete collapse due to an unpredictable accident, you may be able to accept it calmly. Can...... All of this was already in the bastard's plan, all the effort, the struggle, the enlightenment, the abandonment - all the farcical play on the stage of the palm of his hand. Every line, every action, has been written in the script from the beginning. All of them are just putting on a farce of what they think is acting on their own volition.

This fact makes it clearer than any humiliation or blow what "despair" is.

"This kind of ...... This kind of thing ......"

The voice that overflowed from his lips was full of fear and trembling.

If everything that has accumulated so far, including every little bit of life, is just a script written by someone, even risking one's life and consciousness, and even sacrificing many raised resistances is only one link in the script. So, what is the meaning of one's own life? What is oneself? What is the so-called will and self?

Is the so-called human being such a worthless and insignificant existence, worthy of dancing in someone's palm?

"To win over ......"

It is impossible to win over the "absolute existence" in the true sense of the word, and it is absolutely impossible.

This kind of thing—

"No, no, no, no——!!!!!!"

The pope shouted loudly in order to deny his conclusions.

"It's just a bluff!! We haven't lost yet!! The Longinus gun is still !! As long as he disengages his defenses, it's his time to die!!!"

Even if you know very well in your heart, the words that come out of your mouth are illogical and unfounded, and they are just strong feelings that burst out into words. Say it or not, the result won't change anything.

However, human beings are not completely rational beings after all.

The battle that was indeed on the way to victory has now pushed him into a corner, not to mention an extremely cruel truth in front of him. If it is unacceptable to anyone, it will definitely explode on the spot.

Of course, the treacherous Pope had already prepared several battle plans. But since even the strongest trump card, the Longinus gun, can't win against Li Lin, what can the other strategies drawn up with human wisdom do?

At this point, all they can do is vent their emotions and pray that what they say will come true.

After all, reality is not a kind god who responds to requests, and for those lost dogs who have lost their lives, reality will only show the cruel side.

"The gods don't roll dice. ”

When the famous words of the famous scientific giant came out of Li Lin's mouth, the huge invisible box was sealed, and an invisible powerful wave swept across the entire Rhine front. A terrifying ability called the "Laplace Demon" dominates the entire battlefield.

The first thing that shows the effect is always something that attracts people.

The bright red lines of light that covered the whole body of the Longinus spear, like human blood vessels, disappeared without a trace in an instant, and the light faded so quickly that people didn't have time to react to what was happening, and could only watch in a daze as the god-killing spear crumbled and shattered little by little, until it became a wisp of dust in the breeze.

"What the hell is this ......"

One of Charlemagne's soldiers, still unable to comprehend the situation, muttered quietly when a gunshot rang out, and the impact through his chest turned into a burning pain, and then quickly flowed out of his body along with the gushing blood and heat. The dead-looking soldier turned his face sideways, and the panicked faces of his comrades and the smoke-emitting guns became the last sight he saw.

The soldier with the missing gun hurriedly stepped forward, trying to hold on to his comrade and check on his injuries. Suddenly, his feet slipped, and the whole person fell forward, and a sharp piece of wood that exposed the ground pierced his open mouth accurately, and the wood stained with brain marrow and blood came out of the back of his head.

Stimulated by two unfortunate incidents in a row, the GIs subconsciously took a step back, hurriedly drew a cross on their chests, and were about to pray for their comrades who had died in misfortune when a bomb in a grenadier's backpack exploded......

There are unfortunate accidents everywhere, one after another, and every minute and every second, someone dies in an inexplicable "accident". In less than a minute, the already hellish Rhine Front has been transformed into an exhibition of accidents and horror corpses, dwarfed even by the horror movies of serial deaths.

And that's only part of the story, and there's more to the sudden anomaly than that.

"Valrhona, you ......"

The spider looked at the golden dragon lying on the ground in front of him in surprise, and in the blink of an eye, the giant magic array that circled a kilometer in a radius disappeared without a trace, and the dragon princess also became like this. Look at the panicked faces of the magicians of the surrounding churches, the redeemers. A speculation crossed her mind.

"Magic...... Gone?"

Inadvertent speculation almost hits the bull's-eye.

It's not just magic that's gone.

All "unreasonable", "possib", "accidental" - all were eliminated at the moment when Li Lin launched the Laplace demon.

Démon de Laplace is a hypothesis proposed in 1814 by the French mathematician Pierre-Simon Laplace after absorbing the Pythagorean concept of "everything is numbered", combined with the essence of celestial mechanics and probability theory. This "demon" knows the exact position and momentum of each atom in the universe and is able to use Newton's laws to show the entire course of cosmic events, the past and the future.

With the development of thermodynamics and quantum mechanics, the concept of Laplace demon has been denied by Kelvin and Heisenberg, but this classic paradox, which should have been buried in the history of physics, has become one of Li Lin's four trump cards, and it is still the strongest and most troublesome to use.

The law of cause and effect is not applicable in the microcosm that fills the chaotic realm, and wanting to interfere in the world from the microcosm level is too big a subject for Li Lin.

However, within a confined and enclosed space, it is possible to apply "specific rules".

Now the entire Rhine front has been locked in a cage called "Laplace's Box", and the world in this invisible box is different from the outside in two ways.

First of all, the world inside the "box" is already the "normal world" that Li Lin knows.

It's a space where things fall from the top down, and the laws of course apply.

There is no space where no one can fly in the air without the help of tools and shoot fireballs with their bare hands.

At the moment of activation, the random number called "magic" completely disappeared from the battlefield.

Secondly, in this space, fate and order are absolute.

In this space, Li Lin is the absolute god of fate. When and where there will be a butterfly flapping its wings, and what kind of storm will be set off after being catalyzed by which elements - these are all under Li Lin's control.

In other words, the current succession of accidents is not "accidental", but "absolutely inevitable".

The slender hands of the artwork are gently raised, and the hands swing like a dance, and with each swing, the sound of wails and roars rises and falls.

At this moment, all those who stood on the blood-soaked and brain-soaked dirt of the Rhine front became a musical instrument, playing the symphony of hell in unison with the command gestures of the agents of the gods.

In the immaculate sky, under his feet is hell, Li Lin sang a ballad in a low voice.

"The supreme honor and the turbulent fate are not in my hands after all.

What I fervently hoped for, and what I got was – all hope was lost.

No longer melancholy, pluck the piano and sing a sad song.

With a violent blow of fate, even the most powerful people were smashed to pieces......"

God doesn't roll dice.

God just silently writes the fate of each person and the world.

In the face of absolute fate, everything is meaningless.

"War is dedicated to the angels, and rest is dedicated to the warriors. ”

The hand directing the Symphony of Hell slowly lowered, and the red pupils that reopened reflected the approaching white body.

"Don't you think that's the right place to be?