The Flying Pasta Church originated in the United States and was founded in June 2005 by Bobby Henderson, a graduate of the bachelor's degree in physics at Oregon State University.

Believers in this church believe that the universe was created by a flying spaghetti monster after 'a serious drunkenness'.

And this spaghetti monster is the only true god, so the true god is also called the 'flying noodle god'.

Unlike traditional religions, the Flying Pasta Cult is a hilarious religion, whether it's a god made of spaghetti designed by believers, or a paradise of erupting volcanoes and stripping dance grounds, all of which are full of hilarious flavors.

In order to preach, these people created the "Flying Gospel", preaching that only women and some men can be fashionable, that only water can be pure, that fat people should turn off the TV and go out for a walk, to reduce their weight, and that people who eat steamed buns, dumplings, ravioli, bread and milk in the morning are heretical, and only those who eat pasta are orthodox.

And you don't need to do anything to join this church, you don't need to pay membership dues, you don't need to take an oath, you don't even need to understand the doctrine, you just need to say that you join the Flying Pasta Sect.

In a very short period of time, more than two million people declared themselves to join the Flying Pasta Cult and obtained the legal right to preach in many countries, including churches.

However, as the enthusiasm faded and the mystical power revealed, the Flying Pasta Cult quickly declined.

After all, compared to other religions that have a long history and have a strong correlation with mythological gods, this kind of funny religion is okay to play around, and it is impossible for them to believe in this religion.

Bogu is the president of the New Zealand chapter of the Flying Pasta Church, presides over a church alone, and makes a lot of money by officiating weddings for the opposite sex or the same sex before the mystical forces appear.

It was only after the mystical power manifested that his business plummeted, and those who married were more willing to accept the blessings of the Crucidian priests than the priests of the Flying Pasta Cult.

Originally, he planned to close the church and find another serious job, but he didn't expect that he would just squint for a while in the afternoon and enter this dark world like the deep space of the universe?

"Where is this?"

Looking at the deep space around him, Bogu's mind was in chaos, he felt as if he was dreaming, but this dream was too weird and depressing.

In his field of vision, he was surrounded by a bleak cosmic deep space, but unlike the vastness of the cosmic deep space, this cosmic deep space seemed to be full of some kind of strange depression, and there seemed to be some indescribable great horror hidden in the endless darkness.

He was in the same place, not daring to move, nor daring to make any sound, for fear that if he moved or made a sound, it would trigger some kind of great disaster.

But this cosmic space-time full of endless darkness has changed.

The darkness, which could only be seen as black and nothing else, was dispersed by some indescribable force, and a color that tended to white-gray emerged from the darkness in the form of thick lines.

Drops of transparent and pure liquid dripped down the lines, making a terrifying and strange ticking sound in the silent universe, and in the darker depths of the universe, there seemed to be some extremely dark and terrifying existence squirming and rushing over.

Soon, two eyeballs larger than a planet appeared, and something resembling a huge dark star struggled and wriggled out of the white-gray lines.

And these images constructed a familiar and unfamiliar image in Bogu's mind,

"Flying Mask God?"

After this thought popped into his mind, Bogu had a moment of confusion and speechlessness, and his mind was as if an invisible chopstick had been stretched into it and stirred, and there were no more superfluous thoughts.

As if sensing that someone was looking at him, two huge eyeballs that emerged drooped down, and a yellow robe was draped over his body, and a vomit-inducing light emanated from his body, expelling the darkness that had spread densely in the deep space of the universe.

Sharp and manic voices whispered in his ears, and the endless songs penetrated from the depths of the distant cosmic star sea,

"Along the shore, cutting through the clouds, the twin suns sink into the lake, and long shadows fall, right there in the ...... of Karlsa"

He seemed to hear the sound of snickering, as if he heard some kind of monster muttering to himself, and more like he heard some unspeakable and terrible evil god sitting on the edge of the riverbank, sitting next to the wreckage of an ancient decaying and ruined city, and singing with joy in the face of the beautiful picture of destruction.

"The wonderful night when the black star rises, the wonderful moon that runs in the night, but even more marvelous is that, the lost ...... of Kalksa"

The evil god, who could not be described in words or words, snickered with joy.

In the midst of its laughter, the entire cosmic star sea began to shake, and the seal laid by the ancient gods trembled violently, and then quickly collapsed in the laughter,

"The song of Alpadiades is unheard, the king's ragged clothes flutter in the wind, the song disappears silently, the dim Kalksa ......"

An indescribable horror instantly invaded Bogu, and the next moment he was almost stunned.

"The King of Yellow, Hasta......"

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Ciba, São Paulo City.

A semi-Tibetan believer who was preparing to participate in a religious event looked frightened at this time.

As the legal religion of Xiba, Hanzangism is a funny religion like the Flying Pasta Cult, but unlike the Flying Pasta Cult, which fictionalizes a satirical deity, the Hanzang Sect directly regards the Hanzang in the game "Overwatch" as the object of its faith.

The denomination's celebration also takes place on Tuesdays with fried chicken, cola, chicken corn, milk tea, and pizza for a merry game.

But at this moment, this believer does not have any happy thoughts.

Because in his computer, Hanzo, the object of their 'worship', suddenly melted into a light gray liquid, and then these liquids continued to tremble and expand, turning into a creeping and wriggling violent god, and kept roaring at him in the computer.

......

The Peacock Kingdom is a high platform, a person lying on the bed, his eyes closed, a face with typical Shudra characteristics is extremely distorted, and countless crazy and mysterious voices like harsh music keep burrowing from his ears into his brain.

In front of him, a portrait of the Messiah, Guanyin, Confucius, Newton, Einstein, Nyorai, Shiva and other great gods and goddesses slowly fell to the ground.

One by one, the portraits invariably bent into a weird smile.

......

Strange and terrifying phenomena occurred at the same time in various regions or countries on the blue stars such as Black Africa and Greenland.

......

In the Papal States, the diplomats of the United States, who had just received the call, rushed into St. Peter's Basilica like a run.

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