The Inmores Family,

Third floor,

Study.

Karun stared at the candle, watching as the blue flame flickered occasionally. Even though the doors and windows of the study were closed, there was no wind coming in. He felt as if he was being watched, and at first, it seemed to come from two corners of the room.

Yes, two pairs of eyes!

Karun was certain that the two pairs of eyes were watching him. At first, they looked at him curiously, then they began to observe him carefully. Soon, they seemed to be lost in thought, and now their gaze was becoming more relaxed.

The oppressive feeling and tense atmosphere that he felt at the beginning were gradually disappearing, and he was no longer on edge. Karun's posture went from being stiff to comfortable. He leaned back in his chair, his hands resting on the armrests, and his gaze still fixed on the flame. His legs were naturally crossed and folded.

The candle flame in front of him was like a painting, and he was admiring it in a certain way. At the same time, he knew that he himself was also a painting in someone else's eyes.

It's hard to describe this atmosphere in concrete words. It's not cold or chilling, but rather subtle and hesitant. It may leave you feeling a bit lost, but it can also give you a sense of peace and tranquility.

The candle had burned halfway, but it didn't seem to be burning too slowly, nor did he wish it to burn any slower.

The flame burned without any black, white, or yellow smoke, but there was something else rising with the burning, and that was the feeling of being content with the current situation.

...

Oak Cemetery.

Alfred was trying to control his emotions and regain his composure as much as possible.

In fact, if he were to analyze his previous reaction rationally, it was similar to when Dis asked him, "Are you disappointed?"

At this point, the best and only reaction that could be rationally analyzed was to praise Karun! Because any other reaction would result in being immediately shut down by Dis.

When you are no longer "loyal" to your grandson, you lose your existence in Dis's eyes.

To avoid any shame and hatred that may arise from being "deceived," the simplest and most direct way is to eliminate you here.

For the sake of his family, Dis was willing to do anything, and the name of order was just a rag in his hands, used to wipe the family's dining table.

Fortunately, Alfred was an extremely rational person, and extreme rationality was often only a paper's distance away from paranoia.After lighting the fire, Alfred didn't need anyone else to add wood. He could use his strong subjective initiative to collect and chop wood for the mature bonfire. He firmly believed that his choice was correct and would only become more so in the future. This belief had evolved from speculation to admiration, and from admiration to faith.

So, after getting Alfred's response, Dis stopped looking at him.

"Did the Principle Church take my body away? Are you taking care of it?" Mr. Hofmann asked Dis.

"Your body is not valuable," Dis answered bluntly. "As an academic, you only have value while alive. However, I did make some arrangements. Otherwise, your body would not be here. It has no value to us, but in the eyes of the church, it can at least be considered a contribution."

"That's why I said it's interesting," Mr. Hofmann crawled out of the grave. He was much livelier than when he was alive. "Knowing that I had a serious illness and only had a short time to live, I went crazy with you during the super-standard god descent ceremony. And even after death, I can climb out again and complete the ritual to seal the evil god. Dis, you really make my death exciting."

Mr. Hofmann became so excited that he began to dance with both arms raised. But his face was too loose, and in the background of the night rain, it was a terrifying sight.

However, he was enjoying himself. As someone who had died once, he had let go of what needed to be let go, and he was very pure.

Dis stood there, watching his old friend, who had always followed the rules strictly, let loose.

After managing his emotions and regaining some inner calm, Alfred saw this scene and clenched his fist, putting it to his mouth, then lightly swung his left hand.

"Three, two, one, go!" Alfred began to make a rhythmic melody that perfectly matched Mr. Hofmann's swaying rhythm. It was tailored for him.

Alfred had a unique advantage in "sound," so his B-Box had more rhythm and metallic texture, like a real loudspeaker radio playing music.

"Yo, yo, yo!" Mr. Hofmann pointed his finger at Alfred, very satisfied with the demon, even giving him a thumbs up for being sensible.You should know that before Mr. Hoffman died, he kept shouting for Dis to kill his grandson. But now, he can get along with a demon without any barriers.

The rain kept falling, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Alfred's rhythm and Mr. Hoffman's dance, together with the pouring rain, formed a very textured picture.

Unfortunately, the only audience was Dis.

Fortunately, Dis was a witnessing audience.

Until the end,

Mr. Hoffman suddenly shouted:

"Dis, we've been dancing for so long, why don't I feel tired?"

Dis calmly replied, "You may dance until your body falls apart, but you will never feel tired."

"Hmm?" Mr. Hoffman immediately waved his hand, signaling Alfred to pause the "music," then wiped the rain off his face with some embarrassment. "Sorry, sorry, I have no experience in dying for the first time."

Dis awakened himself to help seal the evil god.

If he danced until his body fell apart here, it would be really embarrassing.

Mr. Hoffman sat down directly, ignoring the mud on the ground, as he had already gotten dirty when he crawled out of the ground:

"Dis, we can start preparing now. You arrange the specifics. You know what I'm good at, don't you?"

Dis nodded and sat down too.

Alfred also sat down. Can I really hear the plan to seal the evil god up close like this?

If the mural is a vision of a better future, then Alfred feels that he is experiencing the practical feeling that the mural will bring.

To be able to discuss the fate of an evil god.

My goodness, only characters in murals could come up with such a plot!

"I just said that its existence is very peculiar because the God Summoning Ceremony only completed half of it.

If it has entered Karun's body, or if it has its own body that is well-made and compatible, then its existence will change because of that."

Mr. Hoffman said, "Just like mist turning into water droplets, it can be easily contained in a container."

Alfred nodded.

"I tried to release the soul fire, but I couldn't destroy it. Instead, to support the soul fire, my own arms were burned.

Therefore, the first step of the plan is to let it break free from its current state."

Mr. Hoffman wanted to touch his chin, but the old skin on his chin had already sagged, so he touched the sagging skin while saying, "To catch fish, you need bait."

Alfred nodded."I've prepared the bait," Dis said. "Since it can no longer transform into a second body, and I'm not sure if it has a time limit or if it will gradually disappear with the passage of time, like those soul bodies that have lost their anchor.

But since it knows I'm with Karun, it can only choose his body.

Because it can see my true realm."

Even if it's a demon god, once it sees its true realm, it will retreat.

"Using Karun as bait," Mr. Hofmann wasn't surprised at all. "But does it dare to take the bait when it knows the fisherman is holding the fishing rod?"

Alfred nodded.

"So, the fisherman needs to leave the fishing rod," Dis said.

"There must be a convincing reason for that," Mr. Hofmann reminded. "A reason that will make the demon god believe that you have to leave."

At this point, Mr. Hofmann pulled his eyelids and said to Alfred, who had been nodding all along:

"Hey, come and help me pull up my eyelids. They're drooping."

"Okay."

Alfred immediately stood up, squatted behind Mr. Hofmann, and stretched out his fingers to help him keep his eyes open.

Anyway, he wouldn't feel any pain even if he didn't blink now. As for whether it would harm his eyeballs or affect his vision… he had less than three days of "existence" time left. Did it matter if he became nearsighted or presbyopic?

"Well, good, pull it up a little more on the oblique side."

"Okay, like this?"

"Well, well, not bad, it's good."

Mr. Hofmann looked at Dis with his seductive phoenix eyes and continued:

"So, you've actually prepared this reason, haven't you?"

"Yes," Dis replied. "Lasmar has come out to see me once."

"Oh, my god, that's not easy, because it takes a lot of courage for him. But one Lasmar is not enough."

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"There are also three elders from the Order Temple, and their consciousness projections have come to Roja City."

"Phew… three elders from the Order Temple, my god, what a grand occasion. There should be other priests from the Order Temple too, although they're only here to make up the numbers, the scene must be very exaggerated."

"Now send me the captain of the Order Whip's team who delivers meaningless official documents to the Regional Management Office.""Hehe, hahaha." Mr. Hofen couldn't help but laugh out loud. "By now, there must be a large number of officials from various levels of the Order of the Gods who have rushed here from other countries. They may not have entered Roja City yet, but as soon as the time comes, they will come in immediately.

In addition, with such a big mobilization, other orthodox churches will definitely pay attention and cannot completely avoid their eyes and ears.

So,

I can even boldly guess that

there may be one or two elders from the core of other major churches who have projected their consciousness to the outskirts of Roja City, but are currently hidden."

Dis smiled slightly and said, "Definitely."

"Hmm?"

"Because once I take that step and completely release my realm, because I am a believer of the Order of the Gods and because I follow the faith of the Order of the Gods, I will automatically condense a part of the divinity of the Order of the Gods. Although it is a very small part, even just a fragment of divinity, it is already enough to make other orthodox churches unable to sit still.

Because if they get this divinity, they can even develop a new system of order within their own church."

"In the past, they didn't have this opportunity." Hofen laughed, "Because first of all, those who can take that step are very powerful and difficult to kill, let alone snatch from. And every existence at this level must be the true core personnel of their church and will be heavily trained and protected.

Before taking that step, they may have chosen to retreat in the depths of the church ten or twenty years ago.

But you are different,

Dis,

you have deceived many people and allowed you to stay in the judgment hall in Roja City.

Even someone like Rasma knows that you are not the strength on the surface and that you have hidden strength, but they would never believe that you have taken that step.

A senior figure who is about to condense a fragment of divinity,

has been hanging outside the core system of the Order of the Gods for so many years,

and even has conflicts with the Order of the Gods.

My goodness,

this is an opportunity that comes once in a thousand years!

They cannot sit still, they cannot possibly sit still, because having one more faith system is equivalent to having one more chance to continue their church!

So..."

Mr. Hofen suddenly lowered his voice, leaned forward, and asked, "So, how did they find out?"

Because of Dis's existence and his current special status, the Order of the Gods will definitely spare no effort to block this news."This is an internal split, a split at the top level."

Dis smirked, "It was me who leaked the news."

"Hahaha..." Mr. Hoffen burst into laughter.

As he laughed, his chin dislocated.

"Uh...uh..."

Alfred reached out and held Mr. Hoffen's chin.

Dis reached out and lightly tapped it, and with a "click," the chin was back in place.

"Dis, I feel like a Lego man now."

"Don't worry, you'll be gone in a few days anyway," Dis comforted him.

Mr. Hoffen nodded, "Your comfort is always heartwarming."

Then, Mr. Hoffen tilted his head slightly to prevent his chin from dislocating again, and continued, "The Order of the Gods must be agonizing now. Even if they capture you, or even if you commit suicide, it will be a huge loss for the Order of the Gods.

But you won't just give up, that's not your style, Dis.

So, once you choose to completely oppose them, they will have to pay a high price to solve you, and the cost will be even higher.

But if they don't solve you, leaving an elder-level defector who has condensed a divine fragment outside, whether he establishes his own religion, joins another religion, or is really surrounded and killed by another religion, it will be a heavy blow to the foundation of the Order of the Gods.

Dis, you are really a devout believer of the Order of the Gods."

"I still firmly believe so." Dis said, "Even after I cursed the Order of the Gods for being raised by a whore, the divine fragment of the Order of the Gods will still form in me.

This is what the Order of the Gods personally confirmed, and it is the most loyal believer of the Order of the Gods, hehe."

"Hahaha." Mr. Hoffen burst into laughter again, and Alfred immediately held his chin in advance.

"This opportunity is enough. Dis, I believe that the evil god is also waiting for this moment. The wisdom of the evil god is beyond doubt. It is waiting for you to be unable to control the boundary and finally condense the divine fragment, and have to step into that chaotic vortex.

At that time, you will have no time to take care of him, and Karun will lose your protection.

It can try to take back the body that it has improved.

Oh,

I now have some sympathy for that evil god. It is really pitiful. It built a good house for itself, but someone else moved in, and it had to stay outside and stare at the house with a resentful look."

"So a few months ago, when Karun asked me if he could go to school and study abroad, I refused."...

"I'm worried about you traveling far."

"But Grandpa... I'm already grown up. According to the customs of Roja City, I'm already fifteen years old and an adult."

"In my eyes, you're still just a child, unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless... I die."

Because that evil god knows clearly that as long as you're in Roja City, it can't harm you, because I will appear beside you immediately.

...

"You've been worrying about this grandson." Mr. Hofen said, "But I can understand. He called me Grandpa before I died, and I was really happy about it. Even if he's an evil god, what's wrong with having such a sweet-talking evil god, an evil god who calls me Grandpa? I treat him as my grandson, so what?"

"It was said that he also called you Grandpa when you were buried."

"Hmm? Really? Ah, he's such a good boy."

"You can look at the inscription on your tombstone." Dis reminded him.

Mr. Hofen immediately turned around and looked at the inscription under his tombstone.

"Everyone is like a spider weaving a web in life. Whether hoping or fearing, at some unexpected moment, they will be connected to someone else's web. This interconnected web can be large enough to give you the illusion that you can go wherever you want. But it can also be small enough that sometimes a gust of wind can easily blow away your self-righteousness."

Mr. Hofen took a deep breath and cursed:

"I can't shed tears now, but this child is really likable. He mourns me, he cares about me, and he treats me as a cherished and memorable relative in his life journey. Damn it, damn it, damn it! Dis, I want to seal the evil god, pack it up, and give it to my sensible grandson! Oh, my God, Grandpa loves you, my little Karun."

Alfred sighed inwardly:

"This... is the great evil god... no, this is the great charm of a great existence! I'm just like Mr. Hofen, deeply attracted by the great charm of the great existence, willing to offer everything for him!"

"Dis, come on, let's continue. The bait is ready, it will definitely bite. Where should we seal the great evil god? It needs to be easy to carry, easy to conceal, and can be used at any time. We can't seal it in the cellar, what's the point?"

Dis reached out and a towing rope flew into his hand. He gently pulled it forward.

The golden-haired...

Was pulled in front of the three of them.

Dis said calmly:"Let the evil god...be a dog."