Chapter 143: Letter Storm, No Ramblings!
As the night deepened, Old Bruce suddenly opened his eyes in the empty ward. He felt his spirit become lively and restless, and his mental state suddenly became extremely good!
He turned his head and looked out the window, and was surprised to find a disc-shaped, bright red full moon struggling to break through the clouds and hanging on the dark velvet curtain. Even in a heavily polluted area like Backlund, it could be seen clearly.

"Oh, fate," Old Blue climbed up from the hospital bed, his deep blue eyes suddenly turned dark, an evil, bloody aura flashed by, a mass of wriggling flesh and blood appeared on the bed, and it quickly formed a flesh and blood puppet with the same face as Old Blue.

This puppet has high precision, but is almost impossible to control to make movements. It can only be given commands to use the ability of "flesh bomb".

However, with the demigod-level "audience" ability, the puppet can be given a virtual personality, achieving the perfect effect of "Master of Secret Puppetry" Sequence 5... The previous "Qilingus" was a combination of these two abilities. Xiao Fu personally controlled it, and with the interference of Old Blue using the "Chaos Puddle" and his performance, he barely fooled the group of demigods.

Now Old Blue just has to pretend that he is still sleeping. The flesh and blood puppets are enough, just in case.

With a splash, the illusory sea water flashed by, and the ward returned to silence.

……

A two-bedroom house.

Fors, who had fallen asleep, suddenly sat up and covered her head with her hands. She heard crazy, unreal, and deadly mumblings in her ears. Even if she pressed her ears hard, it was of no use.

Her face was distorted and ferocious like a demon. Sweat was oozing from her forehead and veins on the back of her hands were bulging. Under the crimson moonlight outside the window, she looked so scary and pitiful.

“Ah! No!” Fors screamed miserably. She suddenly remembered her new god… chanting the name of the God of Steam had been useless before… Storm… She twisted and tumbled, not caring about anything else and chanting:
“King of the Sky! Emperor of the Sea! Lord of Calamity, God of Storms!

"I beg you to protect your believers... Save me, save me..."

…It was still useless. Fors pulled her hair with both hands, tears streaming down her eyes. She looked so out of place standing with the Mandated Punishers…To be alive…What is more important than being alive? Merit? Why should I desperately pursue those merits…If I can't survive, what's the point of those things?

Full Moon's mumbling... I know I can't hold on any longer, so why am I still pursuing those achievements?
But... why, why did I start working hard again...

Oh, it's so strange that I can still think about these things when I am in pain...

"To live, I want to live! Save me! Save me!"

Suddenly, she seemed to hear the sound of an illusory wave, and the mumbling that drove her crazy and close to losing control came to an abrupt end, leaving only an unreal echo in her mind, as if the previous pain, irritability, madness and despair were all an illusion.

Fors' throat was dry. She opened her eyes, which she had unconsciously closed just now, and was shocked to find that she was sitting on an ordinary armchair. In front of her was an ordinary dining table made of logs that seemed to have been dyed red...

Dining table? Dining room?
She looked around hastily, only to find that the rolling gray fog around her formed a closed space. She saw a huge but illusory black cross... Above it stood another small but solid cross, and not far away in the sky there was a small sun emitting light and heat...

Fors felt a strong sense of unreality. Ordinary furniture... extraordinary scene...

I see. I must have fainted from the pain.

She twisted her thigh in a relaxed mood. Hiss! It hurt! It wasn't a dream! She didn't faint!
Fors felt a sense of horror and fear. Where... where was this? What did I do? That's right! I recited the name of the Lord of Storms!

Gulp, her throat was dry, and she swallowed the non-existent saliva. She quickly stood up, punched her left chest with her right fist, and said loudly:
“The storm is above!
"Great God of Storms! Thank you for your protection! Your devout believer, Fors Wall..."

After saying a few words, Fors suddenly realized that he had never read "The Book of Storms"!
She almost said the opening words of the "Steam and Machinery Bible" but quickly covered her mouth and looked around in panic. However, there was no lightning that suddenly appeared from the low gray fog dome and struck her...

"Praise the great Lord of Storms!"

Fors breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that this god was not as irritable as the legend said. He was really a good god. He actually helped a "devout" believer like me... Maybe Old Blue really prayed for the power of the god yesterday to kill Qilingos!
I actually told Hugh that the church was exaggerating! Klein didn't even correct me!
Fors stood up carefully, and walked step by step on the blood-red carpet towards the border of the gray fog, trying to find a way to leave the "Storm Kingdom".

Suddenly, she was attracted by a blood-red overlapping "door" symbol on the gray fog wall. She had seen this symbol before! It was recorded in the book left to her by Mrs. Anlisa!

"Representing the apprentice? Could it be that the mumbling during the full moon is..."

Unconsciously, her right hand had pressed on the "door". Suddenly, the gray fog in front began to rotate, forming a translucent, glowing real door!
The world behind the door seemed to have all its colors become richer and overlapped, looking like an artistic oil painting. In the distance, there were strange things whose shapes were difficult to describe. Further away, there were bright lights of different colors, which seemed to have life or contained endless knowledge. In the infinite height filled with gray fog, there seemed to be an extremely spectacular and majestic temple...

Fors felt endless horror again, and her mind frantically warned her, "Don't look!"

But her eyes were wide open, as if she wanted to imprint the wonderful scenery before her into her brain!

Boom! Her mind seemed to explode, and useful or useless knowledge poured into her mind. At this moment, a pair of big hands covered her eyes and supported the unconscious Fors.

Old Blue shook his head and felt a little guilty as he looked at the "door" symbol that became more solid in the gray fog.

Fors's situation was very troublesome. The "Gate" bracelet of the Abraham family seemed to be contaminated by "Mr. Gate". There was no problem using it in other sequences, but after using it in the "Apprentice" pathway, it would undoubtedly be marked by that person, and the life-threatening whispers during the full moon would follow.

Klein could remotely pull people up into the gray fog and block out the whispers, but his own "chaos puddle" was only a monkey version after all, and did not have the ability to respond to prayers from a distance.

But she still hasn't seen the honorific title of "The Fool" given to Fors... She can only say that this is fate.

Now that he had used a rough method to remove the "door" mark, Fors no longer had the urging of the full moon's whispers. It was still unknown whether he could ascend the gray fog and grow into a "traveler roaming the starry sky."

The illusory sea water behind them rose and gradually submerged the two of them. Old Blue muttered to himself:

"These are all good things. When you become an angel through these three paths, you are likely to be contaminated by xxxxxx... He doesn't care about kindness or reason..."

(End of this chapter)