On the fourth day of his arrival in Pope City, Cesar, with the help of Lucien, visited the old man's family and successfully bought the idol in the old man's hand with a large check.

When Cesar came to his house, the old man was already in the advanced stages of Alzheimer's disease, holding a large bowl of cereal and drooling, and his intelligence was infinitely close to zero, and it was useless to talk to him about business. And he cares so much about that little statue that outsiders don't want to take it.

Fortunately, the old man's intelligence had dropped to the limit, and his son, seeing the money, hired a craftsman to imitate a white plaster statue that looked exactly like the statue of the god, and finally succeeded in dropping the bag and deceived the stupid old man.

Originally, the old man's son wanted to sit on the ground and slaughter Cesar again, but when he saw the gang mark on the check, he mistook Cesar for a gang member, and then decisively shrank his eggs, politely wrapped the idol, and took a car for Cesar, and respectfully sent the golden ponytail boy away.

At this point, the ribbon and the idol of the god are started, and Cesar's purpose is all achieved, and the next thing to do is to transform the idol of the god, teach milk, and wait for the arrival of his sister.

Back at the inn, Cesar took out the box containing the idol and opened it carefully, while Camilla watched curiously. In the old man's home, he only glanced at it in a hurry, and did not look closely, only knowing that the idol was a pure white pocket statue, and as for the feel, he did not know anything else.

Gently removing the idol, it is a pocket angel statue the size of a soda bottle that appears to be a handsome male, lifelike, with feathers on his wings in detail. Coupled with the warm touch, it is almost like a living thing.

"Seems really!" Camilla exclaimed as she raised her paw and touched it, "I can feel a power in it, you say, is he watching us?"

"Don't be scary!" Cesar put down the statue and smiled at the angel, only to see that the statue did not move, and he was relieved. When you see a statue for the first time, if you don't have prepared for it. He really thought he had seen a living thing. And not a statue.

Holding the idol with both hands, Cesar closed his eyes and felt it. Sure enough, using this as a medium node, he easily distinguished a large network that connected the statues. Everywhere. Filled between heaven and earth. The air was littered with broken threads. Eventually, they converged into a torrent and rushed deep into the heart of the earth.

This invisible three-dimensional net, which is intertwined and scattered like the roots of a tree, is the foundation of the Church of Heavenly Damnation. A world mainline that connects the vortex of the world. If you think of it as the Internet, every statue of a god is a computer that can be connected to the Internet. The souls of those believers are the code, and after gaining the approval of the main line, they can swim in it and draw strength to gain knowledge.

Unlike the ninety percent veins of the world, the main veins of the Church of Damnation do not exist in one place, but pervade everywhere on the planet Ceylon. This is the basis for the Church of the Damned to become the most influential organization in the world.

The more places there are without the interference of the veins of the world, the more powerful the main vein of the Church of Damnation will be. In the vicinity of the veins of the world where the gods were born, the main veins of damnation will be suppressed to the limit and become ineffective. Even the most rubbish sub-god will win an overwhelming victory over the main vein of the church. If it weren't for that, the church would have unified the world long ago.

With the help of the idol, Cesar saw for the first time the ubiquitous veins of the world in the air. Some are as thick as an arm and can wield the power of the world, but they cannot be touched, while others are as thin as silk and constantly flutter around them. Looking out the window, countless pale green veins of the world overlapped and intertwined in the air, like countless subtle colored handwritings, but finally dyed the endless expanse of the sky pale green. Cesar felt as if he had entered another world, which was not what this world should be.

At this moment, he finally had an intuitive understanding of the Church of Damnation. He didn't know what the World Pulse of the Church could do, but at least it would not be worse than the Earth's signal network, and the most basic ability of any World Pulse was to continuously extract energy from the World Vortex......

The soul was mercilessly bounced out of the veins of the world, Cesar sighed, then handed the idol to Camilla, and said, "Close your eyes and feel it, this is a great spectacle that is rare to see." ”

"Wow!

The black cat, with its tail wrapped around the idol, was closing its eyes, and the man stood up, constantly pounced in the air with his front paws, as if catching insects.

"That's the vein of the world, you can't touch it. Cesar reminded him.

"Cut, it's so annoying! Of course I know, but I'm willing, don't disturb my Yaxing! People are romantic meows! This is the first time I've seen the veins of the world, it's so beautiful, don't run, I'm going to catch you!"

Camilla leaped into the air, jumped off the table, threw herself on the ground, and threw herself into Cesar's arms, clutching her head and crying.

Putting away the precious idol, Cesar let out a sigh of relief. The world veins of the Church shook him deeply.

Before, he only knew that the water in this world was very deep, how deep was it? It was all imagination. It wasn't until his father raced in Akon City, flooding the city with an endless sea of trees, that he was scared for the first time. But that time, he only saw a small part, looking up at the giant palm covering the sky on the streets of Akon City, and then fainted, and did not see the sight of countless plants flooding the earth and devouring living beings frantically.

This time, he saw the veins of the world controlled by the Church through the statue of Guò. Although he only glimpsed the corner of Pophut City, the spectacular sight of the green line covering the sky layer by layer, as well as the endless river of light leading to the center of the earth, left a deep imprint on his heart.

Cesar shuddered at the thought that this was not the center of the Church, and that the veins of the world in front of him were only slow-moving minutiae, and that he had not moved with all his might, let alone fallen into a state of rage. Father's urging of the World Trunk can create that kind of scene, what will happen when the Church is fully engaged in the World Vein network that envelops the entire planet of Ceylon?

"Cesar, what's wrong with you?" saw Cesar stunned. Camilla asked.

"It's okay, it's just a little emotional. Camilla, I've finally found my purpose in life. Cesar picked up the black cat and rubbed it affectionately.

"Smelly hands, get out of the way!" What is your goal?"

"Of course, it is to fulfill Elsa's entrustment and live well! Gain invincible strength, and live tenaciously when the gods are mad! When the church is crazy, live strongly! When the hell invasion is even more terrible than the church, live happily!" said Cesar with murderous eyes and red eyes.

Today's stimulus is really strong. Compared to the church. He's just an insignificant piece of mustard. Even if it is promoted to harm, it is still insignificant compared to the planet of Ceylon. Above the church, there is a demonic plague that threatens the Big 6. There is a sea of blood that cannot be destroyed for thousands of years. And hell is on the horizon...... Originally. He just wants to open a small shop and live happily with his sister. Now, he is soberly aware. How difficult it is to live as you want without enough strength!

"Hey, you're having convulsions, aren't you?Are you overstimulated? Shouldn't you? Such a beautiful sight should be cultivated and healed! Wake up and let Camilla teach you how to behave!" Camilla kept slapping Cisa, hoping to wake up her master.

"Stop fighting, I'm sober!I was still a little depressed, but now I'm full of motivation!Someday, I can also grow into a big man who can manipulate the veins of the world of this level!" Cesar said with high morale.

"I don't know what kind of disease you have, but it's noon, the world is big, and lunch is the biggest! I want to drink perfume!" Camilla stabbed Cesar with her five fingers.

"Ahh

......

Over the next few days, Cesar focused all of his energy on the transformation of the idol. Since acquiring the white statue, Cesar has been making a potion according to the recipe left by his grandfather, and then concocting the statue of the god.

If he didn't need a life-saving hole card urgently, he would never take out the idol and transform it. After seeing the veins of the world owned by the Church of Damnation, he and Camilla exchanged idols for two days in a row, closing their eyes and enjoying the beauty of the other world.

Sunrise, noon, sunset, night...... At different times, the veins of the world will show different scenes, strange and magnificent, as if the scenery can only be possessed by fairyland. It makes a person and a cat want to stop, and indulge in it all day long. How nice it would be if she could be immersed in the veins of the world? At some point, Cesar felt the urge to join the Church.

In the end, under the persecution of the cruel reality, a man and a cat shed tears, reluctantly stuffed the idol into the prepared potion, and watched this handsome white angel be corroded and disfigured by the potion, and finally lost all his facial features, turned into a faceless monster, and had a tendency to soften. In a few days, I am afraid that this idol will not even be able to keep its human form, and maybe it will turn into dough, or soft mud?

"Cesar, you have to promise me that you will get another statue of God back in the future! Without that beauty, I can't even feel the sweetness of drinking pure natural brand-name perfumes. Camilla said gloomily.

"Don't worry, after dealing with my sister's affairs this time, let's go to the church headquarters. I heard that there are many angels there, I don't believe it, I'm so handsome, I can't make a female angel sister a friend?!" Cesar's face is full of yearning, you must be friends with the angel sister, it's best to find a person with the character of Cecilia, and she can carve as many gods as she wants!

In addition to concocting idols, washing their faces with tears, and comforting each other, Cesar and Camilla also smoked air conditioners and taught mummified goblins and 'milk' comrades.

After about five or six days, the situation of milk spit out garbled yards finally improved. The virtual soul that Cesar constructed at the beginning was recorded with many logical thinking programs, and after a few days of precipitation, Milk finally absorbed all the knowledge and began to show to artificial intelligence.

During this time, Cesar supplemented him with soul syrup several times, hoping to expand his brain capacity. It proves that soul syrup is not a hard disk and cannot increase memory. The size of the virtual soul is related to the brain, not to the syrup.

When creating virtual souls, no matter how much syrup you add, it can only improve the quality of the soul, not increase the memory size. However, the syrup was not ineffective, and after absorbing half of Cesar's stock, Milk's mind became more and more flexible, and her brain became much better. The effect of soul syrup is really still the fate of 'Life No. 1 + Brain Platinum'!

A few days ago, Camilla bought a copy of the Turing Test at a bookstore. The first time tested, the milk was passed. The second test, was passed. Third ...... It wasn't until the milk absorbed most of Cesar's stock that he finally barely reached the passing grade for the mentally handicapped in the latest Q&A! It was really gratifying to have successfully entered the ranks of the majority of mentally handicapped people.

Today's milk has a basic character. Stripping away his bandaged odd shape, he didn't look like a goblin at all, taciturn, rigid and stiff, without the cunning of a goblin or a whisker. There is a question, and there is an answer. Any order of Cesar, no matter how exaggerated, even a joke, he would carry it out scrupulously.

For example, Cesar was in a bad mood and casually said, 'Why don't you die?', and Milk thought for half a minute, and then asked, 'Master, which way of death do you want me to choose?' There are sixty-three kinds of them in my database, each with its own characteristics, and there are painful and happy ......

Since the intelligence of milk was basically finalized, Cesar and Camilla no longer cared about him. Every day he sat down beside Cesar on a small bench, waiting for his master's orders. At the same time, holding a dictionary-thick cooking secret, try to improve your skills without wasting a little time.

Today's milk defines itself as: household, coolie, self-defense multi-functional advanced intelligent mummy.

His body has not yet fully adapted, his combat effectiveness is far inferior to Cesara, and his talent has not yet been developed, so he rationally gave up the self-defense function, but with the great idea of dedicating himself to his master anytime and anywhere, he desperately learned to cook, hoping to show his skills at home, otherwise, he could only do coolies. With a mind, he will never allow himself to become a garbage undead who can only do coolies.

As the master's first exclusive undead, I am a goblin mummy destined to become the 'King of Dark Cuisine'! (To be continued......)

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