bookbashuk Chapter 37 Bloom! Fight! Present the possibilities of the Myriad Techniques before my eyes!
Chapter 37 Bloom! Fight! Present the possibilities of the Myriad Techniques before my eyes!
bang bang.
bang bang.
More than a thousand sorcerers from all corners of the world gathered in the holy city of Gensokyo, looking up at the Holy Spirit whom they regarded as a god, each with their own thoughts.
Some were uneasy.
Some are fanatical.
Some seemed lost in thought.
Some harbor hidden ambitions.
However, for Lu Ping, the thoughts of all the saints were transparent to him.
Once he has planted a "seed" in an existence, he has already figured out its soul structure, and its every move cannot escape his eyes.
Just like.
boom! ! !
A level-two sorcerer, his body wrapped in bandages, suddenly swelled up and then exploded.
"God says, you have sinned."
Lu Ping didn't even look in that direction, still surveying the masses, and spoke in a cold, emotionless tone.
He doesn't mind having ambitious subordinates, nor does he mind that some people aren't so devout in their faith towards him.
He could even tolerate the Joker, who wanted to replace him.
However, traitors are an exception.
The sorcerer with bandages was a pawn planted by Lu Suo.
He made a deal with Lu Suo, agreeing to pass on all the information about what was happening here.
Lu Ping wouldn't even give this guy a chance to explain; he'd just crush him to death.
In addition, there were several people from the official camp, people who were extremely loyal to Japan, and agents sent by the United States, and so on.
Without hesitation, Lu Ping crushed them all to death.
Bang bang bang bang bang.
A dozen or so people exploded, their power transforming into pure incantations that merged into Lu Ping's brow.
"God will give you gifts, provided that you are free."
"Anyone who is bound by constraints and has no freedom is someone whom God will not save."
Lu Ping spoke calmly in an extremely cold tone.
"..."
As he finished speaking, an extremely eerie silence fell over the room.
After a while.
Suddenly, an abrupt shout from an apostle echoed through Gensokyo.
"Sinner, you deserve to die!"
"Those whom God refuses to save deserve to die!"
"For freedom, for the Holy Spirit, for a new world!!!!!"
Once the first person raises their fist, countless followers will follow suit and shout in unison.
Soon, a deafening roar of shouts erupted from the stadium.
Everyone praised the Holy Spirit's wisdom and greatness. Even ambitious people like the Joker squinted their eyes, clapped softly, and were deeply impressed by the Holy Spirit.
Without warning, instantly causing the human body to self-destruct?
Such abilities are probably far from the upper limit of the Holy Spirit's power.
It seems that a long period of dormancy and patience is needed to replace such a great existence.
"quiet."
Lu Ping waved his hands, and although he did not use any spells, his words seemed to contain the power of a "spell," instantly silencing everyone present and waiting for him to speak.
"There are two reasons for this rally."
"The first thing."
Lu Ping opened his palm, and 1034 miniature bottle containers suddenly flew towards the direction where all the sorcerers were. The containers had the ability to change size (within a certain range) and to store magical power.
This is one of the 100,000 spells collected in the spellbook, the "Wish-Fulfilling Bottle".
"I've made a deal with you: in exchange for the right to use the power I've bestowed upon you, you'll pay the price of 'injecting half of your magical power into the bottle every day.' This is a rule I agreed upon with you long ago."
Yes.
The Holy Spirit Cult was founded to enhance Lu Ping's magical power and draw upon the strength of the apostles.
However, with the rapid increase in the number of apostles, the old face-to-face transmission mode was no longer suitable for the present, so Lu Ping came up with this idea.
The magical power stored in the Ruyi Bottle is directly connected to his body. As long as magical power is injected into it, Lu Ping can continuously increase the total amount of magical power and become stronger.
Although maintaining the existence of the Ruyi Bottle also requires a certain amount of magical power, it is still a profit overall, as the absorbed magical power has changed from "half" to about "one-third".
"I obey your holy decree, Holy Spirit."
An apostle took the lead in kneeling and making a vow, pouring all his magical power for the day into it.
What else could he possibly be unwilling to do?
Elsewhere, whether in myths or fairy tales, obtaining such power requires paying an immense price.
Whether it's a soul, a life, or a beloved person, in short... even the most benevolent god wouldn't bestow power upon mortals without reason.
But what does the Holy Spirit want?
Only half of the spell power each day!
Without the Holy Spirit, they had no idea what magical power (holy power) was, and were living in a daze, without any power to protect themselves.
If anyone dared to refuse such a small request, he would be the first to twist their head off.
"Thanks to the Holy Spirit for His mercy, I offer my magical power."
"The Holy Spirit will never perish!"
"Holy Spirit, your glory is eternal!"
In an instant, Lu Ping felt many subtle streams of magical power flowing towards him, replenishing all the power he had depleted in the process of creating the "Seed of Magical Power"!
As a cursed spirit formed from "human malice," Lu Ping's soul and cursed power are equivalent.
The stronger the spell, the stronger his soul.
The stronger the soul, the more seeds of magical power it can create, making the magical power even stronger.
The left foot steps on the right foot to take off; it's time to accelerate.
"The second thing."
After feeling the 1034 sorcerers pour their daily dose of magical power into him, Lu Ping smiled with satisfaction.
After reaping this batch of magical power, his total magical power not only fully recovered, but was even higher than before.
The thought of receiving the same percentage increase every day, with the rate of increase accelerating, made him unable to suppress the smirk on his face.
"Your development of your own techniques is far too poor, far from sufficient."
Lu Ping's divine gaze swept over every saint present, his eyes filled with pity, disappointment, helplessness, and a glimmer of hope.
God hopes that His children will grow up quickly.
"Whether you are a holy mage who governs 'creation' or a sorcerer who governs 'destruction,' your development of your own spells is still at the most basic stage, very rudimentary."
"Your hearts are still filled with longing and dependence on the old world order. You haven't yet transformed your thinking from that of ordinary people to that of sorcerers. How can lambs with imprisoned souls transform into angels?"
"So, the second thing I'm asking you to do is—"
Lu Ping smiled, radiating boundless light, and his voice grew increasingly sacred and ethereal.
But some people sensed a devilish, seductive aura emanating from him, and his voice became increasingly sinister.
"Bloom!"
"Let's fight!"
"Awaken!"
"Unleash your potential and present all the possibilities of the ten thousand spells before my eyes!"