“Michael doesn't have you as a friend, so I'll relay the message on his behalf.”

Hohenheim said, “The matter of King Shibi is very serious. Even He doesn't have complete certainty and needs to gather helpers.

This time, He has invited not only you, me, the Uncontrolled, and the Side of Truth, but also Hansuishi and Su Ni Shang.

The latter two haven't replied yet.”

Hansuishi is probably dealing with matters related to the Prisoner Demon Cave. I heard Bai Haozheng mention last time that the situation there hasn't been good recently.

As for Su Ni Shang, she has been missing for a long time.

“It's just a joint mutation; is it necessary to go this far?”

Li Ang thought for a moment and asked, “What exactly did Michael see in the Buddha's light?”

“...The Buddha Country.”

Hohenheim was silent for a moment, then replied, “He saw the Pure Land Buddha Country in the Buddha's light.

The ground was spotless, the air filled with fragrance, the sky full of jeweled light, a scene of tranquility and peace.

A large number of missing people stood on the flower-covered ground, eyes closed, contemplating, with smiles on their faces, palms together toward the grotto.

Their state was similar to that of the prayer-recipients in the divine kingdom, producing the power of faith at every moment.

But unlike the prayer-recipients who are already dead,

these missing people are still alive, and their metabolism is still slowly continuing.

If it's delayed any longer, they will all be exhausted alive in the Buddha Country.”

Prayer-recipients...

Li Ang narrowed his eyes. The so-called prayer-recipients are the most devout and pure outstanding believers.

After these believers die, they will be taken by the divine envoy to their respective god's kingdom for rebirth, where they will obtain eternal life, accompany the god, and provide faith.

Like the Valkyries in Norse mythology, who ride white horses, wear bird-winged golden helmets, descend upon the battlefield, grant the bravely fallen warriors a final kiss, and take their souls to Valhalla.

There, there is a never-ending carnival feast,

an endless supply of wild boar meat, goat's milk, mead,

and a never-ending, hearty battle.

In the concept of occultism, prayer-recipients are not only an excellent source of faith power but also a god's most precious treasure.

As long as the divine kingdom exists, prayer-recipients can be reborn infinitely, and the strongest prayer-recipients can even follow the gods and participate in divine wars.

Li Ang has now accumulated enough believers,

but he has no idea how to create a divine kingdom and have his own prayer-recipients.

He can't just try to kill the most loyal brainworms and see if their souls will fly to his side, can he?

“The Buddha Country...”

Li Ang became interested in the mutation of King Shibi but didn't show it, asking Hohenheim, “If left unattended, what would be the worst-case scenario?”

“The worst-case scenario?”

Hohenheim thought for a moment, “Since Michael has confirmed that those missing people are still alive,

then if left unattended, they certainly won't be saved.

And since all the world's uninfected temples will be marked as potential sources of mutation, even if they are demolished, it will be useless.

Countries must collectively shrink the habitable land area within their respective territories—the older and the more temple buildings a city has, the larger the area that needs to be shrunk.

Incalculable losses will occur during the transfer process.”

“That shouldn't be the worst-case scenario.”

Li Ang said, “Since that King Shibi has used means similar to prayer-recipients, collecting the power of faith on a large scale,

it proves that his strength before his death was infinitely close to that of a god, or even a true god.

Considering the radical and barbaric methods he is currently using,

if he is fully resurrected, he will be ten times more difficult to deal with than the Mad Lion.”

“...”

Hohenheim fell silent. Back then, the Mad Lion only absorbed a portion of divinity and was already powerful enough to suppress everyone to the point of despair.

An unfriendly, fully-fledged god...

Heaven knows what King Shibi will do to those transcendents who are most likely to challenge the status of gods after his resurrection.

“It can't be more difficult to deal with than Su Ni Shang's previous life in the Long Night is Coming script mission, right?”

Hohenheim said with a wry smile, “Are you going to participate?”

“I can.”

Li Ang said concisely, “Compensation.”

Michael and Hohenheim have official backgrounds and need to maintain social order and stability.

As for transcendents like Li Ang and the Side of Truth, who do not depend on the real world, they can completely achieve self-sufficiency. Even if a major disaster occurs in the real world, they have no strong reason to provide free assistance.

“Compensation is easy to discuss.”

Hohenheim, as the representative of the Clock Tower, also has certain authority. He immediately agreed in the friend communication, “The Global Supernatural Alliance is the organizer of this operation, and they will meet the requirements.

In addition, the European Heavy Industries Group, as the party responsible for causing this incident, will also pay a reward.

You can come to Mumbai to discuss the specific details with them.”

“Okay.”

Li Ang hung up the communication and turned to look at Chai Chai, who was sitting upright on the sofa, studying painting.

These days, the world's attention has been focused on the mutation of the Ajanta Caves.

Entertainment programs have reduced their broadcast frequency, and the television is full of reports on the progress of the front lines.

So Chai Chai returned to her boring daily life.

She doesn't need to sleep, and she can eat, drink, and play twenty-four hours a day. She has already played through all the video games.

Recently, she has been indulging in some strange hobbies,

such as literary creation, cooking, origami, paper-cutting, gardening, and raising pets.

Unfortunately, she has long forgotten all the literary and artistic cultivation she had as a noble lady of a wealthy family in her previous life. She no longer knows any poetry or songs.

After racking her brains for a long time, she can only come up with a few lines like “Roasted chicken wings, my favorite,” “The weather is muggy, like flat soda,”

or the exquisite acrostic poem “This is an Acrostic Poem”:

This is an acrostic poem

Is an acrostic poem

An acrostic poem

Acrostic poem

Crostic poem

Rostic poem

Oem.

Well, very exquisite.

Fortunately, Chai Chai is just writing for her own amusement and has no intention of finding someone to publish it—it would be no problem for her to publish a book with her status. If that doesn't work, Liu Wudai can buy a few newspapers and magazine publishing houses and give them to Chai Chai,

so that Miss Chai Cuicao can win the poetry award in the first youth literature award organized by Chai Cuicao Magazine,

emulating Li Ang's "My District Chief Father," which won first prize in the district writing competition.

In addition to literary creation, Chai Chai's other hobbies are basically just a three-minute fad.

She can kill the flowers she plants,

holding the dead flowers and turning around in front of Li Ang, with a sorrowful expression, chanting something like "Flowers wither and fly, filling the sky, who will pity the fading red and broken fragrance?"

Forcing Li Ang to use Swamp Divinity to save the flowers.

Since she can't even keep flowers alive,

Li Ang naturally rejected Chai Chai's idea of raising pets, especially cats, on the grounds that cats are very evil.

Li Ang personally witnessed a black cat riding a motorcycle, holding a pistol, and shooting off a mouse's ear when he was a child.

“What are you painting?”

Li Ang walked closer and found that the oil painting in Chai Chai's hand must have been revised too many times. It was so dark that he couldn't tell what the original pattern was.

Chai Chai's face was slightly red, but she still straightened her chest and said naturally, “Ahem, I'm painting 'Kenyan Black Miners Digging for Coal at Night'.”

“That works too?”

Li Ang's eyes twitched, and he complained, “Why don't you paint a 'Polar Bear with Eyes Closed Looking for Food on the Snowy Plains of Antarctica During the Polar Day'?”

“Hey! You're right, sir.”

Chai Chai gave a thumbs up and picked up a completely white oil painting from the side, “Take a look at this painting. If you like it, I can give it to you.”

“Keep it for yourself.”

Li Ang helplessly twitched the corner of his mouth, “I'm going out for a trip, to Mumbai.”