Gluttonous Warlock

Chapter 293 Lord of Light

Alan's face was calm, but his heart was not stable.

Although he is not a member of the Holy Spirit Society, his soul is a traveler from another world.

In essence, they are similar to the evil spirits outside the sky, so that they are mistaken by Fengyue as one of their own.

The ancestor altar seems to have the function of testing beliefs and identifying souls.

When it's my turn to visit the altar, will I be misjudged as an extraterrestrial evil spirit?
In addition, Allen was a little worried about Fengyue's situation.

If she was possessed by a tester, she might not be able to pass the ancestor worship ceremony.

In the worst case, how would she protect herself if she was caught out in public by Mr. Aardman?

What if Fengyue asked herself for help, or confessed herself after being arrested?

Allen's heart was churning.

At this time, Aardman opened the roster.

"The ancestor worship ceremony begins now!"

"Those who listen to my name, go to the altar and kneel down to worship their ancestors!"

The first one to be named was Aslan of the Blue Dragon Family.

He went up to the altar, knelt down and worshiped.

At the same time, a soft light curtain radiated from the altar, covering Aslan.

Under the illumination of the light curtain, a hazy phantom faintly appeared on Aslan's body.

The onlookers couldn't help but change their faces when they saw this.

What does this phantom mean?
It symbolizes that Aslan is possessed by the so-called "evil spirit from outside the sky"?

"A group of guys who have never seen the world, don't make a fuss!"

Mr. Aardman explained gruffly.

"This phantom is just the projection of the soul of the ancestor worshipper."

"Pay attention, when Aslan bowed to the altar, the soul projection also bowed at the same time."

"This shows that his body and soul are in harmony."

"Conversely, if he is possessed by an evil spirit, the soul and body are not the original match, and it is impossible to be perfectly synchronized and coordinated."

After Aslan bowed three times, a hazy light and shadow rose from the altar, vaguely in the image of a blue dragon.

"The phantoms on the altar reflect the beliefs of the worshipers."

Mr Aardman went on to explain.

"Aslan's idol is the ancestor of the blue dragon in his imagination, and there is no problem with his own bloodline of the blue dragon."

"You should have noticed that Aslan's belief projection is very vague, which shows that he is not really a religious person."

"For the ancestor who created the blue dragon lineage, his attitude is only at the level of respect, not to the point where he sincerely worships the ancestor as a god."

"It's a common phenomenon for warlocks."

"But, you have to be careful!"

Mr. Aardman accentuated his tone.

"A warlock like Aslan, in the eyes of the evil god and his fanatics, is a typical 'unbelievers'!"

"If the wall of heresy is unsealed and re-established, the souls of the warlock class represented by Aslan will be glued to the wall after death, and they will never be free!"

The crowd fell silent.

Aslan stood up and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Mr. Aardman, have I passed the test?"

The adamantine golem nodded, opened the roster, and ticked his name.

The other three dragon vein warlocks passed the test without any surprises during the ancestor worship process.

Next it was the turn of the warlocks of the Silver Moon Monastery to come forward to worship the ancestors.

"Teacher, your belief...is it okay?"

Allen asked Baihu Wuzun in a low voice.

"No problem." Shiva didn't panic at all, "The three gods of the silver moon worshiped by the monastery, including the four gods of the red moon worshiped by the beast religion, are all legal beliefs recognized by the city of origin."

"Legal belief...?"

This was the first time Allen heard such a statement.

Master Shiva nodded, and explained in a low voice: "Because the kingdoms of the three gods of the silver moon and the four gods of the red moon are established within the bloodline galaxy."

"Shuangyue gods, believers return to the kingdom of God after death. They are not only petitioners, but also ancestral spirits that can be meditated and integrated by future warlocks. There is no conflict of interest, and they will not be banned by the ancestral court."

Allen was stunned.

The silver moon and red moon gods were originally "race gods" that only "beastmen" would worship.

Similar to "God of Titans and Giants" Annan, "God of Beasts" Behemoth, "Mother of Dragons" Tiamat.

In recent years, both the Silver Moon Monastery and Beast Worship have improved their teachings, showing a tendency towards idealization and universalization.

For example, emphasizing the natural attributes of the "worm mother" Rhea, rising from the simple ancestor of insects to the height of the "goddess of agriculture" in charge of "famine" and "harvest".

For example, Fryka, the mother goddess of the tiger family, derived powers such as freedom, love, and revenge.

Even so, the core members of the Silver Moon Monastery and the Beast Worship Cult are still warlocks with beast blood, and have not abandoned their ancestors' legal system.

The Divine Kingdom of the Silver Moon and Red Moon Gods was still established in the bloodline galaxy, and did not try to draw a clear line with the ancestor camp.

As long as this bottom line is not broken, Origin City can tolerate the existence of the Church of the Silver Moon and Red Moon Gods.

However, Allen still had one problem he couldn't figure out.

"Origin City has turned a blind eye. Why don't the major families of the warlock world recognize the legal status of Shuangyue Faith?"

"There is no conflict of interest between the City of Origin and the Twin-Moon God System, which does not mean that there is no conflict of interest between the warlock family and the church below..."

Master Shiva smiled wryly.

"It's like someone who has two dogs at home and only gives them a piece of meat and bone every day. Do you think the two dogs will fight?"

Allen was speechless.

At this time, Baker and Hogg had passed the test.

It was Master Shiva's next turn, and the ceremony was successfully completed.

Mr. Aardman turned a blind eye to the phantom of "Tiger Mother" projected on the altar, flipped through the roster, and put a check mark under Shiva's name.

Next up is Tigress Renee.

Her soul test was fine, but her faith projection was unexpected.

As a disciple of Maoyuan, the idol Huniu worships is not the goddess Frika, but a phantom of a man.

It looks like Allen himself.

Feeling the weird sights from everyone, Allen wanted to find a crack in the ground and get in.

After finishing the ancestor worship, Renee felt relaxed and returned to Alan humming a little song.

"Silly girl! Have you lost your mind?" Allen couldn't hold back his anger, and growled at her, "Ancestor worship is for you to express your admiration for your ancestors, why are you visualizing my image, deliberately embarrassing me right?"

"Sorry, I don't have much admiration for my ancestors, so you can't let me lie to my ancestors?"

Renee excused aggrievedly.

"Mr. Aardman said to imagine the person you most admire, not necessarily an ancestor or a deity."

"After thinking about it, I couldn't find any other idols worthy of worship except for your figure, so I just..."

"Forget it, your brain is hopeless!"

Allen interrupted her, but he couldn't help being moved in his heart.

He is the only warlock in the Silver Moon Monastery who has not worshiped his ancestors.

With trepidation, Allen waited for the roll call.

Unexpectedly, however, Mr. Aardman jumped over him and pronounced Sonia's name.

Allen retreated to Renee, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

Sonia was born in the Demon Cult, and she could barely be considered a follower of the "Queen of Desires".

However, her faith is not firm.

This is also normal, after all, to the devil, religious beliefs without practical benefits are not worth mentioning.

In contrast, Helent has a little more respect for his demon ancestors.

Shiva watched her offering sacrifices to her ancestors, and whispered to Alan:

"There is a saying that the lord of hell worshiped by the Demon Cult is actually Hetian Xing among the seven lords of the city of origin."

"The will of the abyss respected by the Demons family is Yuan Tianhong, another suzerain of the city of origin."

Allen's heart moved, and he asked:
"According to this, would the three silver moon gods and the four red moon gods also be the incarnations of the suzerains of Origin City?"

Master Shiva was stunned for a moment, and wanted to refute, but he didn't know what to do.

Since the "holy light" of the heavens, the will of hell and the abyss may all be the incarnation of the suzerain, the gods of the silver moon and the red moon cannot guarantee that they are not imaginary idols.

If Allen's speculation is true, the gods worshiped by the Silver Moon Monastery and the Beast Cult are essentially the suzerains of the Holy Demon Royal Family, and the city of origin will certainly not interfere with their missionary work.

However, as the spokesperson of the sorcerer class, the existence of the Seven Great Sovereigns, who are second only to the ancestors of the holy demons, changed their appearance, acted as gods, and collected believers' faith power. What is the purpose?
Are they trying to enshrine the gods?
If this is the case, wouldn't he have betrayed the warlock class he was born in, and betrayed the camp of the ancestor?

Allen and Shiva faintly realized that there seemed to be an extremely dangerous undercurrent surging under the calm appearance of the Holy Demon Ancestral Court.

Next, Mr. Aardman named all the beast worshipers to worship their ancestors.

Mother and daughter Caroline, Betty and Tuffman, as well as Nora, all passed the test smoothly.

After offering sacrifices to the ancestors, Spanna blinked her big watery eyes and raised her hand to ask the adamantine golem.

"Mr. Aardman, I have something to ask you."

"I am a follower of Rhea, the 'Mother Worm'. After my death, can my soul escape the shackles of the 'Wall of Heresy' and rest in peace in the kingdom of God of my lord?"

"Little girl, you have a good idea, but it's unrealistic."

Aardman grinned.

"When we talk about the 'Wall of Heresy', we must first clarify a concept, what is a 'Heresy'?"

"Well... it depends on who has the right to define 'heretical'." Spanna replied solemnly, "If we ask the beast to define it, Silver Moon Monastery is the number one heresy, and vice versa."

"Smart little girl, you see clearly!"

Mr. Aardman smiled approvingly.

"The unbelievers just don't worship God themselves, but the heretics will actively promote heresies, incite people to join heresies, compete with the orthodox church for business, and poach the wall."

"So, in the eyes of self-proclaimed orthodox believers of evil gods, unbelievers are certainly hateful, but heretics deserve to die even more."

"Unfortunately, the believers of the Red Moon and Silver Moon gods are all heretics designated by the ancient evil gods."

"After you die, not only will your soul not be able to escape the shackles of the wall of heresy, but it will also be tortured twice!"

Spanna stuck out her tongue, and returned to her mother in despair.

Next came the elementalists of the Randolph family, who came forward to worship their ancestors.

Amn, Phil and Sean passed the level smoothly.

When it was finally Pamela's turn, something unexpected happened.

When the blond girl tried to kneel before the altar, she was bounced away by the golden barrier.

There seemed to be some kind of strong will that prevented her from kneeling.

Then, a distorted phantom appeared on Pamela's body.

Compared with her body, it looks extremely weird.

Anyone with normal vision can tell that the weird projection of the soul does not match Pamela's beautiful skin!

Body and soul mismatch, what does that mean?
Allen's heartstrings couldn't help but tense.

Mr. Aardman also looked alert.

The gem-carved eyes shot out two magic beams, which locked on Pamela.

"Little girl, something is wrong with you!"

Aardman's voice was deep and murderous.

"During the ancestor worship ceremonies in the past, I have repeatedly found out the evil spirits lurking among the testers."

"However, even the most distorted evil spirits are not as weird as you!"

"If you don't want to suffer, just answer me honestly, what kind of monster is your body?"

"Strange? Evil? Or... Godly evil?!"

"Sir, I don't understand what you're talking about."

Pamela still had a proud face, as if she didn't know what to do.

"As for why my soul is different from ordinary people... Sorry, this is my privacy, you'd better not ask about it."

"You just need to know that I am not some evil spirit from outside the sky."

"Ha ha……"

The adamantine golem was taken aback by Pamela's attitude.

"I've never seen anyone as arrogant as you in my life!"

"Little girl, I want to kill you without any effort. I really can't figure it out. Where do you have the confidence to be arrogant in front of me!"

Pamela shrugged, turned to an empty chair beside the altar, and shouted:
"His Royal Highness! My current situation is all thanks to you!"

"Don't you have the heart to stand on the sidelines and refuse to come out and clarify the truth for me?"

Questioning with resentment echoed in the empty hall.

Including Aardman, everyone's eyes immediately focused on the empty chair.

Allen noticed that the golden emblem depicted on the back of the chair was shining like a scorching sun.

That is the mark of Yuan Tianguang, the seventh patriarch of the city of origin, and it is also the holy emblem of the Holy Light Church.

Pamela's call still echoed in the air.

On the empty chair, a golden light emerged.

A slender figure slowly appeared.

Black hair shawl, skin snow.

The mask covering the face only reveals a pair of golden eyes.

"His Royal Highness, why are you here..."

Aardman bowed to Yuan Tianguang with confusion in his eyes.

Yuan Tianguang got up calmly and took a deep look at Pamela.

Looking back at the manager, he said calmly, "Pamela is my relative and friend in my previous life. When I first awakened, I gave her part of the blood essence, so her soul is different from ordinary people."

Aardman suddenly nodded.

A warlock at the suzerain level can separate a trace of his soul, like a fragment of a godhead, and integrate it into the essence of blood.

Pamela's fusion of Yuan Tianguang's blood essence is equivalent to fusing part of his memory, thoughts and even soul.

When worshiping the ancestors, her soul projection was actually the product of the fusion of her own soul and a trace of Yuan Tianguang's soul.

So it doesn't look natural.

Integrating Yuan Tianguang's blood and soul can raise Pamela's talent to the suzerain level, but she also has to bear huge risks.

If Pamela's willpower is not strong enough, her soul will be assimilated by Yuan Tianguang's will during the fusion process.

Whatever Yuan Tianguang likes, she will like it unconditionally.

She will unconditionally hate anything that Yuan Tianguang hates.

Completely losing one's individuality is like being atavistic.

Judging from Pamela's arrogant attitude, she doesn't seem to be assimilated by the elegant Yuan Tianguang.

For her, of course it's a good thing.

For some people who dislike her eldest lady's temper, it is somewhat a pity.

After clarifying for Pamela, Yuan Tianguang glanced at Allen calmly, turned his head and said to the manager:
"Mr. Aardman, Alan Panthers is also a good friend of mine in the previous life, so he will be exempted from the hurdle of worshiping the ancestors."

Aardman hesitated for a moment, nodded and said: "Since he is an old friend of His Highness Guang, it is appropriate to be accommodating."

Turning over the roster, under the names of Pamela and Allen, each ticked a box.

Allen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The Altar of the Ancestors can detect that Pamela's soul is abnormal, so in theory, it is also possible to detect that her soul is not the original one.

One word from Yuan Tianguang saved him from the crisis.

Be grateful, but also suspicious.

Alan couldn't recognize his true face through the mask.

But listening to his conversation with Pamela, and the sense of deja vu familiarity, reminded him of a person.

"His Royal Highness, was your previous life an old classmate of mine in the Warlock Academy?"

Allen asked tentatively.

"It's not important." Yuan Tianguang sighed, with a desolate tone, "The holy devil reincarnated, looking back at the memories of countless past lives. In comparison, life in this life seems too ordinary."

"The life of Warlock Academy is already blurred in my memory, I can barely remember you and Pamela."

"Alan, I am optimistic about your potential, I hope you will not let me down."

Before Allen could reply, he disappeared out of thin air.

There was only one empty chair left behind.

Allen felt a chill in his heart.

Judging from the tone of the other party's speech, it is indeed not the former Angel.

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