I control the world with magic - Chapter 283

c284 The bishop

When Sumu arrived at the top of the mountain, he found that the twisted statue had shrunk to the size of a normal person, and was carved from white jade, sacred and solemn.

That’s right, he entered the twisted perspective again.

There was nothing he could do about it. It was difficult to get information from the twisted cult in a normal perspective. He was the same as them, and he couldn’t even understand what they were saying.

This time, when he observed the twisted statue up close, Sumu found something different. The twisted statue was actually incomplete, with one hand missing.

The statue’s right hand seemed to have been cut off by some sharp weapon, and the fracture was smooth and flat.

Thinking of the Twisted Cult’s wanted order for the first generation of Red King, he guessed that it was most likely done by the first generation of Red King.

The twisted statue was located on the top of the temple. He didn’t know what the temple looked like from a normal perspective, but at least the current temple really looked like that.

The palace was solemn and sacred as a whole. The walls were neatly built with bricks made of red clay, and it was filled with the breath of years of baptism. However, some places were obviously newly built later, as if they had been destroyed.

The roof of the palace is covered with golden glazed tiles, with complex and mysterious symbols carved on it.

Su Mu walked into the palace and saw a spacious antechamber. The high ceiling was painted with a star map, and each star was inlaid with diamonds. The murals on the wall were delicate and exquisite, describing the story of the Twisted God’s benevolence to the world.

From a distorted perspective, the Twisted God Church is definitely a normal church. Various doctrines that teach people to be kind and benevolent are carved on the walls and stone pillars.

It seems that as soon as you enter the temple, you will feel baptized.

However, once you switch back to a normal perspective, the scene may be distorted to an unimaginable degree.

He kept shuttling in the temple and finally met the owner of the temple, the bishop of the Twisted God Church.

The bishop is an old man in his sixties. He is not tall, but he has an unshakable presence among the believers.

His hair is already gray and combed meticulously. He wears a noble crown made of gold, a crimson robe, and a crystal scepter.

“My Lord Bishop, the heretics have hidden themselves. I have arranged a large number of people to search for them. I believe they will be found soon.”

The Bishop nodded calmly, his eyes kind and majestic: “You have done a good job. You must find and eradicate these heretics as soon as possible. Never let the last blasphemer happen again!”

“Yes, my Lord Bishop!”

“I have prayed to God and distorted the space of this world. Now they can no longer open the door of the void. After you lock the location, don’t act rashly. Some of the heretics have the power of God and cut off the gaze of the statue. I will take action myself at that time.”

After a few simple instructions, the believers retreated respectfully. The bishop returned to the room alone, began to study the doctrine devoutly, and prayed to the God of Distortion.

Su Mu waited for an hour, and the bishop finally fell asleep on the bed.

He took the opportunity to invade the bishop’s dream, trying to find information about the blasphemer, the first generation of the Red King.

But when he entered the bishop’s dream, he couldn’t help but frown.

The dream world is like a huge overturned palette, with all kinds of colorful colors mixed in it, forming countless large and small vortices, rotating slowly or quickly.

These vortices are also filled with countless densely packed translucent figures, overlapping and doing all kinds of chaotic and disorderly actions.

Su Mu tried to control the dream and turn it into what he wanted, but it didn’t work except making the dream more chaotic.

“It seems that the bishop’s distortion is even worse, and even his soul should be distorted. Unless I fall into a deeper level of distorted perspective, I can’t understand the other party’s dream at all.”

Although the means of entering dreams are not always successful, I have never encountered such a situation.

Usually, either you are discovered or you succeed, there are only these two options, but today there is a third one.

Success, but I don’t understand it.

This feeling is like putting the correct answer in front of you, but you can’t understand it even if you copy it.

After thinking for a while, Su Mu had to give up. If he wanted to understand the bishop’s dream, he needed to distort it deeply into the soul, but once it went deep into the soul, he could never come back.

The body can be formatted, but the soul cannot.

For now, he can only find a way to get information from the bishop. It is definitely not possible to ask directly, as he has been identified as a heretic. The best way is to beat the bishop to a near-death state, and then enter the distorted perspective for hypnosis and questioning.

However, judging from the stability of the dream and the bishop’s threat to take action personally, the bishop’s strength may have reached the gold level, and he needs to take it slowly.

After Su Mu conducted another exploration of the temple, he returned to his hiding place.

“How is it? Did you find anything?” Su Qing asked impatiently. No one wanted to get information about the first generation of the Red King more than her.

“The high-level forces of the Temple are not weak. The bishop should be at the gold level. There are also ten silver-level Knights Templar, plus 100,000 twisted followers. But the good news is that we have killed one of the Knights Templar.” The information Su Mu said made everyone’s heart sink to the bottom.

The difference in strength was too great. Even if these high-end forces were removed, they would find it difficult to deal with just 100,000 followers. These followers were not afraid of life and death at all. It was impossible for the other party to retreat after killing a few thousand people.

Facing a hundred thousand followers who are fearless and fearless of death, the crowd tactics alone can bring them down and exhaust them to death. Not to mention a gold bishop and nine silver Templars.

“Then do what I said before and implement the beheading plan. Let’s use the Void Gate to sneak into the temple and kill the bishop first! Gold also has strengths and weaknesses. If we attack first, we may not be unable to succeed.” Su Qing is still as motivated as ever. Full.

“It’s useless, the space here has been distorted, and the Void Gate cannot be opened for the time being.” Su Mu said lightly: “And, I said before, the real trouble is not the bishop, but the distorted statue. The closer you get to the statue, the more distorted it becomes.” The influence will be deeper. If you really sneak into the temple and come into close contact with the statue, it is still unknown how much combat power you can exert. ”

Su Qing’s face wrinkled, and she bit her nails a little irritably.

“It seems we can only find a way to lure them out and defeat them one by one.” Wenxuan suddenly said: “If we can eradicate the remaining nine Templar Knights first, our chances of winning will be much greater.”

Su Mu smiled and nodded, agreeing with him. Although Wenxuan has a low sense of presence and is taciturn, there is a reason why he has survived so many nightmare worlds.