I loaded the gods module

Chapter 32 The Fate of the Ignorant
Whenever people look up at the giant steam airship, beautiful fantasies will appear in everyone's mind.

Those who are chosen by the gods to enter the church must live a happy life, and they must have the most glorious future.

Because there is a kind bishop and a beautiful saint living in the sky church, the chosen ones will bathe with them in the first ray of dawn through the haze, and embrace the eyes of the gods in the golden church.

The pastor once had such a pure dream.

Whenever the pastor recalled his innocent self, he would laugh the most vicious and ironic in the deepest part of his heart.

The deepest part of the Airship Church is not holy and peaceful...

Yongxintang.

This is a cold space. Numerous mechanical arms are suspended in the air to transport and replace the life support fluid. Numerous pipelines extend from the interior of the silver-white mechanical walls and connect to the square holding cabins on the ground.

If there are any murmurs lingering in every corner of the space, if you listen carefully, all the murmurs come from the small square cabin...

The whole space is cold and noisy.

The pastor stood in front of the small cabin, quietly holding the book of revelation in black, and staring at the figure inside the glass cabin.

The girl whose cheek was torn was lying in the small square cabin with her eyes closed.

All that remained of her was her torso, and the shelter was still functioning. Several sharp needles pierced her body, delivering nutrients to her body to maintain the body's survival.

The girl's lips kept opening and closing, repeating a few words.

"Praise the Light... praise the Light... praise the Light... praise the Light... praise the Light..."

She is praising the Light, she is praying, she has been praying, she is always praying.

A hole seemed to be opened on the top of the girl's head, and a golden tentacle protruded from it. The tentacle swayed slightly with the girl's chant, emitting a faint starlight.

The priest's palms were pressed against the surface of the glass cabin, and he closed his eyes.

He understood that this was one of the truths of the Church of the Holy Light, the dazzling flowers rooted in the sludge of sin.

"Forgive me..." The priest's palm ran across the surface of the shelter, and his fingers rested on a peculiar knob.

"The orientation of the spiritual goal is reversed, and the instruction is adjusted to - the construction of a shallow dream channel."

"Your next task is... to open up the passage between the world and the abyss... sorry..."

The pastor turned the knob while muttering to himself. The next moment, the quiet girl in the shelter suddenly twitched, and the golden tentacles on her head began to vibrate.

The girl's eyes suddenly widened, and her two eyeballs twirled wildly in their sockets. Her expression was distorted and painful, and sticky blood and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

"Dream...dream...I want to dream...I want to dream red...I want to dream red..."

Her words changed, and soon, the vision calmed down, the girl closed her eyes again, and her expression returned to its original appearance.

"Red dream...red dream...red dream...red dream...red dream..."

The pastor opened his eyes, and he sighed deeply. He has been adjusting the mental fluctuations of the 'Eternal Faithful' under the order of the bishop for the past few days.

People like me should fall into the hell of never being reborn.

The ridiculous thing is, as a priest of the Holy Light, I don't even deserve to have the qualifications for redemption...

The pastor shook his head and put his messy thoughts behind him. He straightened his collar and turned to leave this uncomfortable factory.

But the next moment, the pastor was stunned again. He saw the silver-haired woman standing quietly behind him.

"You...when..." The pastor just started, but his voice was choked in his throat again.

He saw several burly men being brought in by the Light-Storing Man.

"What does this mean?" The pastor frowned at the silver-haired woman: "It is enough for the eternal believers who collect beliefs and construct dreams!"

"In order to ensure the stability of the abyss channel, the bishop has decided to add an additional eternal believer who builds the dream."

The voice of the silver-haired woman was as sweet as ever: "The businessman who fled into the dreamland is the angel of the red moon. Even if he is extremely weak, we cannot take it lightly."

The priest remained motionless in front of the saint, and the light around him became unstable, which meant that his inner emotions were not stable.

"Pastor, I repeat." The soft and gentle voice, but always as emotionless as a puppet, sounded again: "This is the order of the Bishop."

The man closed his eyes, and stepped out of the way dejectedly.

……

Barlow couldn't understand what the two people in front of him were talking about. He and the others looked at the majestic mechanical space in front of them curiously, without taking their eyes off it.

He was a little puzzled, after all, the scene in front of him was not as magnificent as he had imagined, but... it looked a bit like the steam factories of those big companies in the center of the city.

Of course, the silver-white environment in front of him looks harmonious and unified as a whole, which is more than one grade better than those small factories.

I just don't know what's in those square containers... Barlow thought curiously.

But he didn't make an act of observing without authorization, after all, he planned to leave a perfect impression in front of the adults of the church.

Can't be like those clumsy ignorant people!
Barlow stood obediently, while the others looked at each other and decided to follow Barlow's example.

Because of Balon's devout manners and his 'professional' behavior, he has become the 'leader' among the chosen ones.

Everyone stood quietly in place, with their heads bowed, waiting for a bright and unknown fate like lambs.

The pastor raised an eyebrow.

He didn't understand why the people chosen by the saintess were so well-behaved...

He recalled that when he brought the selected criminals into Yongxintang, the panicked expressions and terrified shouts of people when they saw the truth.

Usually he has to work hard to subdue the escaped criminals, knock them unconscious, and deal with their incontinence due to extreme fear...

This is obviously a dirty job, right?

The pastor watched suspiciously as the saint led the crowd with their heads down towards the empty shelter.

The saint opened the empty cabin, and she raised her hand as a signal. Although Barlow didn't know what it meant to lie in it, he still stepped into the container without hesitation.

He wants to fight for every chance to show himself in front of the Holy Lady!
Everyone imitated Barlow's behavior and sneaked into the empty cabin obediently.

Barlow saw the shelter being gently closed by the saintess.

This time, my devotion must be able to impress the Holy Maiden... But, what is the use of this container?Is it the baptism of body and mind?Or grant us magical powers?

Barlow smiled expectantly.

But the next moment, he only felt something strange in his legs, as if something had climbed up.

The space in the shelter was too narrow, and Barlow couldn't lower his head, only feeling that the thing continued to wind its way up his waist.

"What is it... is it a snake?" He was a little puzzled, but soon, he saw the whole picture of the thing.

It was a golden tentacle.

It reflected a faint starlight in Barlow's pupils. At this moment, Barlow seemed to see the boundless Milky Way.

"What a nice view……"

This was his last memory, and the world went dark.

It has to be said that Barlow's piety did play a role.

Because even before he died, he didn't feel the slightest fear.

"He's so religious."

The pastor looked at the calm man in the cabin, then turned to look at the silver-haired saint standing aside: "What's his name?"

"I don't know, and there's no need to know." The saint responded.

She passed the pastor and walked out gracefully: "Anyway, they are all the same, there is no difference."

For some reason, the pastor felt a chill in his heart.

He stared at the graceful silver-haired saint in a daze. The priest squeezed the book of revelation in his hand and muttered to himself, "Why did you become like this...Miss Campbell..."

The pastor looked at the back of the silver-haired woman in a daze.

"That's right!" The pastor seemed to have thought of something, and he took a step forward, his tone rising: "Yesterday I visited Principal Olivia of Violet Academy!"

"In the principal's office... I met your sister Natalie! She..."

The second half of the pastor's words got stuck in his throat, because even after hearing the name that he cared about in the past, the graceful steps of the silver-haired saint did not stop.

She disappeared from the pastor's sight without looking back.

(End of this chapter)