[Comprehensive Yingmei] I cover this earth

Chapter 10 Moon 10

Maggie suddenly reacted——

Is it God?

Has God really come?

As soon as her legs gave way, she fell to her knees and said tremblingly, "I...you..."

The eye of the secret star still looked at her indifferently, he seemed to be very patient, just waiting without saying a word.

I don't know how long it took, but Maggie finally got rid of her fear. She was extremely grateful that this should be a good-tempered god, so she didn't condemn her for wasting time.

"Great God, Your Excellency the Eye of the Great Secret Star..." She cried with fear, "Please save me, my husband hurts me every day, I can hardly hold on anymore, if this continues I will die dead……"

There seemed to be some strange light on the mark of the eye of the secret star, and then the cold eye was closed, and the light floating around it also dimmed at this moment, and the raging cold wind in the room was as cold as the bone. It also calmed down at this moment.

Maggie knelt down on the ground, and it took a long time before she dared to raise her head.

The Eye of the Secret Star has disappeared.

She froze for a long time before slowly standing up from the ground.

With just such a movement, she immediately found that all the injuries on her body seemed to be healed.

The pain disappeared at this moment, and she had never felt so healthy and young.Such a sense of comfort made her eyes light up, and she couldn't help but lift off her dress to check her body that was still covered in bruises just now.

——The bruises and scars all healed.

The fair skin is extremely smooth, as if it has never been hurt, and even the traces left by the years have disappeared.

There was a trace of ecstasy on Maggie's face, she even turned around like a girl, and the youthful vitality was once again reflected in her body, like an old friend who had not been seen for a long time.

"It's really a god..." she murmured to herself, "Even the benevolent God didn't help us, but He... He helped me."

She hurriedly stepped forward, and found the note with the prayer in the trash can. She wiped off the dirt on her face nervously, and her breathing almost froze.

——Fortunately, fortunately, the magnanimous gods did not pursue her blasphemy.

She held the note as if she was holding some treasure, and there was almost a fire burning in her eyes.

If Hawthorne was present at this moment, he would be able to see that the sanity bar on top of her head, which was not very abundant at all, was being rapidly reduced, and soon fell by one-third.

This is very dangerous - just look at those little gangsters who committed suicide insanely.

But fortunately, her sanity bar stopped when it was about to be halved. With a pious expression, she bit her finger, and obsessively drew the eye of the secret star she saw on the wall with blood. imprint.

Just as she finished the last stroke, there was a sudden knock on the door again.

"Open the door!!"

She heard her violent, alcoholic husband yelling outside the door.

Maggie's hand trembled slightly, almost crooked the last stroke of the imprint. The fear that had already penetrated into the bone marrow enveloped her, causing her to panic for a while.

"Oh!"

The door was kicked open, Jack rushed in, and rushed into Maggie's room without saying a word, intending to commit violence.

As soon as he kicked open the door, he saw Maggie's imprint of the Eye of the Secret Star painted on the wall with her blood.

Jack was stunned for a moment, and just about to curse, he felt an extremely cold feeling creeping up from the bottom of his heart, strangling his heart tightly, almost making him unable to breathe.

That intense, eerie sense of terror enveloped his soul, like that strange eye staring at him, making him almost shudder.

Standing under the mark, Maggie was filled with fear at first when she saw Jack rushing in, but when she remembered the god standing behind her, most of her fear dissipated, and turned into a frantic courage that lost her mind.

She stood under the Eye of the Secret Star, staring at her husband together with that eye.

"Stay away from me." She said word by word, her tone was unprecedentedly firm.

"No..." Jack took a step back.

For some reason, when he saw this mark, he suddenly remembered the night when he bit his tongue frantically.

——No matter what, he couldn't stop, couldn't control himself no matter what, if it wasn't for Robin's help, he would almost bite his tongue.

That unscientific and strange sense of terror climbed into his heart again, and this time it came more intensely and turbulently.

what is that?

What is it?

Evil spirits, curses, or ancient, incomprehensible gods?

There was a cold and strange light flashing in front of his eyes, which almost turned his already insufficient brain into a sticky paste.

"Ahhh!!" He suddenly screamed heart-piercingly. His sanity, which had been greatly reduced, almost bottomed out at this moment. Shouting: "It's Him! It's Him! It's Punishment! Punishment!!"

He's like a completely broken maniac.

Maggie stood in front of the imprint, looking at her husband who was fleeing like crazy, her eyes flashed with astonishment and ecstasy.

She knelt down facing the imprint on the wall, her sanity slipped slowly again, and stopped when there was only one third left.

"My lord, the endless god, the great eye of the secret star..." She prayed in a low voice, "The redeemed are willing to sacrifice everything for you."

……

the other side.

In a street cafe.

Ulea sat at the small table, biting the straw boredly.

He has recently used some small means on the spiritual body to deepen the understanding of some human beings who have come into contact with the eye of the secret star, and he has also gained a lot of faith. He is quite surprised by the high efficiency.

Of course, after Hawthorne came to Earth, the body of the Eye of the Mystic Star only had the power, authority and knowledge of the Outer Gods, and had no self-awareness.

He can indeed respond to those human beings' prayers, but that's just a programmed response, and it will only respond to relatively well-intentioned prayers. Hawthorne doesn't need to operate it himself, he just needs to hang up automatically.

To be honest, though, Hawthorne didn't really want to increase his followers in this way.

Prayer and sacrifice are double-edged swords. The Eye of the Secret Star can fulfill the wishes of the believers to a certain extent, but the believers will also lose sanity due to contact with the power of the super-dimensional gods.

Often the more spiritual power is needed to realize a wish, the more sans will be dropped, and it will affect all people related to the wish.

In severe cases, it is possible to go crazy on the spot.

Moreover, excessive reliance on the power of the gods is not a good thing.So most of the time, he will only respond to some innocuous requests.

However, the belief in the Eye of the Secret Star spread in this city much faster than he expected.

Maybe it's because... people in this city have been in dire straits for too long.

As long as you give them a glimmer of hope, even if it is a moth to the flame, there will always be someone who is willing to go forward.

Just as he was meditating, he heard two people chatting beside him, and they happened to talk about things related to going crazy.

"Have you heard?" One of them said, "The man in the alley next door who beat his wife every day went crazy and was sent to a madhouse. He was talking crazy, laughing and jumping, super creepy."

"I heard it! I heard that he bit his tongue crazily before. It's too scary. This kind of wife-beating madness should be sent to Arkham sooner."

"Finally, evil is rewarded with evil. The mistress of the house is miserable. I can hear the screams when she was beaten. This is all retribution."

Uriah bit the coffee straw, a happy smile appeared in her eyes.

Hmm... It seems that this way of responding to wishes is not bad.

Just when he was about to drink the coffee in his hand in one gulp and go to the next place to fish, he suddenly heard a voice near his ear coming from far and near.

"The brush that sculpts civilization, the eye that observes the universe, the insight into the trajectories of thousands of fates... the eye of the secret star..."

The sound was intermittent, but it contained pollution that the human body could not bear, which made Uriah's head buzz, and she almost subconsciously covered her ears.

"This...is the voice from my body." Hawthorne raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Under normal circumstances, the Eye of the Secret Star would not transmit the voice of prayer to Hawthorne Dylan, otherwise Hawthorne would be killed by the noise.

This kind of situation often occurs because the person who prayed this time is quite special, and Hawthorne needs to solve it personally to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Hawthorne squinted his eyes, his consciousness returned to his body, and he cast his gaze from billions of light years away, looking at the human being who disturbed his body with the voice of prayer.

He caught sight of a squat, penguin-like figure with an absurdly aquiline nose.

The man was sitting in a church chair, holding a folded umbrella in his hand, saying this prayer with his eyes closed.

The imprint of the eye of the secret star emerged, slowly opened in the void, and looked at the prayer——

Oswald Copperpot.

Penguin.

……

There was a trace of curiosity in the secret star eye looking at the penguin who was closing his eyes and praying.

Hawthorne knew who it was that was praying, and that was why he felt a little strange.

Is there anything that requires this gangster to pray to God and worship Buddha?

Penguin noticed that the eye of the secret star had really come, and was taken aback.

As if he didn't expect that the object of his prayer would really appear suddenly, he was stunned for a moment, staring wide-eyed with the eyes of the rules.

Until suddenly a small spark burst out from the candle in the church.

"Snapped--"

The Penguin was startled, and the soul that flew out quickly returned to his body.

He paused and said tentatively: "Sorry, Your Excellency, please forgive my rudeness... I heard that you can fulfill the wishes of believers, so I tried to communicate with you."

Hawthorne Dylan didn't speak, still staring at Penguin.

[Oswald Copperpot: Sanity: 82/100, Pollution: 0.42%]

Oswald had no choice but to bite the bullet and continued: "I want to know, if I want to resurrect a person, how much will it cost?"

Hawthorne asked, "Resurrect who?"

His voice seemed to come from the depths of the distant universe, vast and cold, making Penguin shiver uncontrollably, he lowered his head abruptly, and said in a trembling tone, "My mother. "