Deep in the Living-Chapter 898 - 877: Danger

Capítulo 898: Chapter 877: Danger

Stokaya.

A planet filled with War, plague, and disasters.

The higher life forms living here, with a genetic template similar to humans, are more irritable, more frenzied. From birth, conflicts burst out, whether on a small or large scale.

The development of civilization is severely restricted, especially with technology remaining stagnant.

Instead, various churches are established in all regions, using these means to strengthen control and expand conflicts.

Painful wails are the most common sounds in this world,

because with no formal medical development, a plague can take the lives of hundreds or thousands, and a small sword cut can lead to tissue necrosis or even fatal Infection. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

The entire world is shrouded in a kind of yellow dust,

an environmental phenomenon that seems to indicate the impending end of civilization here.

Just then,

a miracle appeared in a village called Krumlov.

A defeated member of the Holy Church Army, covered in scars and with a severed arm hanging from his waist, passed through, knowing his time was short.

With the last of his strength, he entered the village’s shabby church, confessing his sins.

At that moment,

he heard the sound of licking and felt his wounds being licked vigorously. When he awoke, not only was he full of energy, but even his severed arm had healed.

This miracle quickly spread,

and the Holy Church Army member removed his armor and stayed in the village.

The “Licking Church” was successfully established.

Those suffering from illnesses, wounded by swords, and even congenitally disabled people came in droves. As long as they sincerely entered the church, they would be licked back to health.

Some even claimed to have seen a Divine being in the church,

meeting a six-winged, angelic Saintess,

in whose palm grew a white tongue, and who viewed all creatures as equals without any hierarchy.

Of course,

some so-called smart individuals tried to take advantage of the situation, positioning themselves as the chosen ones of the licking to control the village and reap huge benefits.

Unfortunately, anyone who attempted this quickly vanished completely.

Thus, the Licking Church continued to grow, and the church itself had no Manager; everyone was a believer.

Within the village and surrounding areas, tongue-shaped statues began to be erected, and many people started tattooing tongue shapes on their bodies.

On Sundays,

the believers who had received the licking baptism removed their upper garments, licking each other’s backs to express gratitude to the Tongue God.

This situation quickly caught the attention of the largest Church.

Even the Pope’s status began to waver, and the Church itself saw the emergence of many licking believers.

In the name of suppressing heresy, the Pope dispatched the strongest Holy Church Army to cleanse the Licking Church, declaring that anyone who dared to obstruct would be deemed heretics and directly Beheaded.

As the Holy Church Army approached the village,

a group of believers in white cloaks, wearing tongue-shaped masks, suddenly appeared, outnumbering the entire army.

However, these believers were unarmed and appeared non-threatening.

With an order from the leader, the entire army was deployed, wielding the finest swords of the time, slashing at the villagers.

But a strange thing happened.

Swoosh!

A villager’s head was Beheaded,

yet they did not fall; not a drop of blood was shed, and a Huge tongue grew from the neck, swaying in the air.

Following this, another villager’s body was cleaved, nearly severed in two, yet from the wounds, dense tongues grew, reconnecting and healing.

The villagers could not be killed, nor did they resist, allowing the knights’ swords to slash them, with some even embracing them willingly.

Three days and nights passed.

The Holy Church Army returned to the Church and directly surrounded the Pope, licking him vigorously.

Thus,

the largest Church was thoroughly dismantled, with even the Pope becoming the most basic, equal licking believer.

The Pope’s statue was toppled, and a Hundred meter tongue statue was erected.

The yellow dust that permeated the world vanished, replaced by a moist atmosphere and the smell of saliva.

A few exceptionally talented individuals even gained a system, able to grow more tongues, with enhanced Perception, licking ability, and physical quality.

Though these people were different, they never oppressed others, maintaining a humble attitude.

It wasn’t their frenzied nature being suppressed; they could always feel the Tongue of the Divine, as if the Tongue Monster was watching their every move from behind.

Any blasphemous behavior might be discovered and subsequently erased completely.

However, unbeknownst to them,

above the world,

a large, pink-hued sphere, seemingly wrapped by tongues, was rising, leaving this world.

A divine connection between the two had been established, with the faith generated from this world continuously feeding into the sphere, nurturing a certain Divine within, unseen by any.

“Teacher Guo is really reliable, it seems this so-called teleportation is not random but an ‘adaptive teleportation’ that tries to send us to suitable areas.

The Star Domain I’m in has scattered worlds at early developmental stages, retaining primitive habits, perfect for faith integration.

This is the fourth planet now, and my plants are growing rapidly. Is everybody else not as fast as me?

The next time I see Question Mark, I must savor it well and let him taste the prowess of this Tongue God.”

It was Gust, curled within the tongue ball.

He had been wandering for a year and a half, with the tongue-shaped plants in the pituitary space reaching the hundred-meter level, barely close to the Middle Rank, growing at an unimaginable Speed.

Just as he was immersed in this cosmic journey, turning various planets into his garden of tongues.

Tap!

The tongue knocked forcefully in his mouth, and his entire body tensed instantly.

The tongue ball, enveloping him and moving quickly through the cosmos, opened an eye structure made of tongue moss on its surface.

Above the newly dominated faith planet, an unknown entity seemed to hover.

A being with a rotten face, causing even the surrounding environment to rot.

When Gust attempted to see the situation, he discovered the entity’s position had shifted, moving closer to him… and had even arrived directly in his presence.

Unknowingly,

his tongue ball began to rot, even reflecting the rotten visage on the surface of his Divine Status, leading to death.

Tap~ the sound of the tongue echoed.

Gust sat on the tongue ball, slowly leaving this world,

everything that had just happened was a foreseen vision via danger foresight, regarding his death.

Such prolific faith development indeed elevates Divinity swiftly; correspondingly, it also exposes more easily.

Gust had long anticipated this day, but hadn’t expected it so soon.

“Central Prison indeed isn’t letting us go easily, after all, we were selected by the Prison Director… My Divinity is still insufficient, I must find a way to escape.”

Reality erasure, the tongue ball instantly turned transparent and completely concealed.

Strangely, the sense of danger persisted, as if the opponent’s Perception surpassed his.

Gust exerted all his strength, making the tongue ball move with the utmost Speed.

The troubling part was, the nearest Subspace entrance was still far, even at full Speed, it would take twenty minutes.

Meanwhile,

the rotten-faced, skin-and-bones creature had arrived here.

It had discovered the Licking Church, capturing the saliva aura through its flowing facial contours. For a moment, even the surrounding cosmic space seemed to rot and flow.

It vaguely sensed something and quickly moved rapidly in one direction.

Gust was alarmed by this scene,

achieving the limit in reality erasure hadn’t deterred the enemy from roughly locating him. Continuing like this increased the likelihood of being discovered, potentially leading to trouble.

Gust even contemplated the worst outcome, opting to surrender actively.

Perhaps not watching the path,

a satellite had somehow appeared behind him,

his tongue ball inadvertently collided with it and seemingly fell into some large hole, seeing a certain green light.

Before long,

the rotten-faced being also arrived on this ordinary satellite’s surface but found nothing upon inspection.

Pausing momentarily, the prisoner from Central Prison or an affiliated institution turned and left, not spending any more time.

Deep within the satellite,

Gust had arrived in a closed space full of metal pipes,

facing the hotel’s front desk.

But the Landlord seemed somewhat different, perhaps in this year and more, the greatest Change wasn’t Gust…