Chapter 192 Remnants of a False God

The withered wood titan, with its demigod powers fully unleashed, represented the peak of Li Ang's single-unit combat capability.

It was his most powerful trump card revealed so far,

And also one of the primary power systems he would be pursuing in the future (the other being psychic abilities).

He couldn't abandon it now.

It was good, but unusable.

Li Ang somewhat regretfully put down the Rubik's Cube and looked again at the [Remnants of a False God] in its pale flame form.

"It needs the essence of a divine being to change..."

Li Ang pondered for a moment, then walked out of the room, stepped onto the invisible staircase, and left the cruise ship to ascend into the air.

The sea breeze blew against his face.

Li Ang held the pale flame in both hands, slowly pouring divine power into it.

50 points, 100 points, 150 points...

The pale flame suddenly jumped and burned, and the meager amount of divine power he had just accumulated was instantly devoured,

Even the divine mark itself felt a sense of emptiness, as if it were being sucked dry.

Illusory dreamscapes flashed before Li Ang's eyes.

He abruptly pulled his hands away, interrupting the connection of divine power with a "snap."

A clear sense of depletion and exhaustion was transmitted throughout his body.

The divine mark hidden beneath his skin flickered for a moment, before finally fading back into invisibility. Fortunately, it didn't seem weakened or changed.

Looking again at the divine essence repair progress bar for the [Remnants of a False God],

It had gone from the original 0/500

To 15/00.

"What was that just now..."

Li Ang took a deep breath. When he poured his essence into the Remnants of a False God, he heard a large number of complex, chaotic sounds,

And saw a myriad of fragmented illusions. His entire brain was in a daze.

If it weren't for the [Iron Will] ability of the psychic enchantment school, he would probably still be immersed in the illusions, unable to break free.

"Those illusions... seem to be memories related to the [Remnants of a False God]?"

Li Ang pondered. The fragments of illusions he saw spanned a great range.

There were primitive humans wearing animal skins, dancing wildly around a bonfire and a giant black rock;

There were also deep-sea alien beasts, swimming slowly, with only their enormous shadows visible;

There were burning meteors falling from the sky;

There was also a child squatting on a doorstep, drooling and muttering to himself that he had seen Nüwa patching up the sky;

These fragments flashed by, containing very little information, and there was no connection between them.

The only useful one was a picture—

A tornado that blotted out the sky, transformed into a headless giant, roaring as it charged toward a beast tide (composed of tens of thousands of strange monsters) on the plain.

Behind the headless whirlwind giant was a group of indigenous residents riding large lizards.

These natives had dark skin, short stature, and obsidian blades in their hands. Their expressions were fanatical, and their faces and bodies were pierced with black holes.

Some had five or six, others had ten or twenty.

Li Ang didn't know if this scene took place at some point in the real world,

But when he immersed his mind in the picture, he could vaguely hear the ubiquitous roar of the whirlwind giant. He was encouraging his followers to kill, wage war, and conquer with him.

Along with the roar of the whirlwind giant, the expressions on the faces of the native residents became even more fanatical.

The black holes in their bodies released visible whirlwinds, blowing away the monster tide charging in the front.

"..."

Li Ang slowly opened his eyes. Roughly estimated, the number of all the natives was more than 30,000.

These natives were still ordinary people, but they could use extraordinary powers on a large scale. The only possibility was that the whirlwind giant they worshiped had distributed power to his followers.

"Acolytes..."

Li Ang pondered. In the theory of mysticism,

Gods can collect the power of faith from their believers,

And some believers who are recognized by the gods can also borrow some divine power from the Lord they worship.

Relatively devout and fanatical believers can perform miraculous divine arts,

Healing the wounded, harming enemies, taming beasts, and controlling water currents;

And those who are the most devout will become beings called [Acolytes], who will enter the kingdom of God after death, serve the gods, enjoy eternal peace, and provide a steady stream of high-quality faith power.

"Maybe I can also imitate the behavior of that headless whirlwind giant in the memory fragment, distribute divine power, and enable believers to perform divine arts?"

Li Ang murmured thoughtfully.

Before this, he could actually use believers as nodes to remotely transmit divine power to the vicinity of the believers and cast some divine arts.

But this kind of divine art consumed an extremely large amount of power, and was essentially still actively released by himself. It wasn't very intelligent.

But now...

Li Ang frowned, imitating the roar of the whirlwind giant in the memory fragment,

And transmitted his will to the brain worm, Shuang Dao Huo Ji, far below the deep sea.

"!!!"

Shuang Dao Huo Ji, disguised as a large manta ray and slowly swimming, sensed the arrival of the creator's will. His whole body trembled, and he was too excited to speak.

"Use the power I bestow upon you."

Li Ang's solemn voice resounded in Shuang Dao Huo Ji's mind.

The brain worm disguised as a manta ray immediately dived into the trench, and according to the feeling in the dark, guided his fanatical worship of the Lord of Flesh and Swamp towards the rocks of the trench.

Buzz—

The rocks of the trench trembled slightly.

The seaweed parasitized in the rock crevices rapidly proliferated, broke through the rocks, and transformed into thousands of tentacles that extended upward, engulfing a passing school of fish.

The divine art was successfully cast.

Li Ang's eyes lit up. He could feel that his divine power had dropped slightly, an insignificant amount, and compared with the original, extremely costly remote divine art, it had saved a lot.

"Originally, the divine power used by the divine art was all paid by me,

But now, I can let the power of faith be converted within the believer.

I only need to pay very little divine power to allow believers to perform divine arts with considerable power. It's equivalent to letting the believers use themselves as batteries."

Li Ang pondered for a moment, then put away the pale flame and returned to the cruise ship cabin.

Special-level units like the Zerg Tyrant were strong enough on their own and didn't need to rely on divine arts,

But the ordinary human believers that the Pillars of Flesh and Swamp developed in the real world could be won over, monitored, and controlled through divine arts.

"It seems that the [Remnants of a False God] is not only good for drawing big cakes for the future, but also has some use at this stage.

Filling in more divine essence will unlock more memory fragments,

And supplement my incomplete knowledge on the path to godhood."

Li Ang, who had returned to the cabin, sat down thoughtfully at the computer desk.

The two most important gains at this stage had already been summarized, and it wouldn't be too late to identify and explore the supplies seized from the [The Long Night is Coming] script mission at the game plaza.

"Speaking of which, it seems like I haven't visited the forum today."

Li Ang smacked his lips, turned on the computer, and logged into the player forum. As soon as he entered the webpage, he saw a large number of posts about the Yanshi anomalies.