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Chapter 26. Normality is the greatest abnormality.

Li Dalei withdrew the thunderous power emanating from his body.

Although his face was somewhat pale from mental exhaustion, the barely suppressed excitement and pride between his brows made him radiant.

"This is the power my Lord has given me!"

Abel's smile vanished completely, and he said seriously:

"Would it be convenient for me to examine your body more thoroughly?"

Li Dalei naturally did not refuse.

But as Abel conducted a deeper and more detailed examination, the shock he felt was like a tsunami, wave after wave.

After the examination was completed, he fell into a rare long silence.

Then.

He waved for Li Dalei to go back, and then began checking the next person.

The outcome was completely different from his worst-case scenario.

Flames, steel, plants, sandstorms...

Everyone received a powerful second-order blessing.

But no one paid even the smallest price.

Their bodies were perfectly normal.

But the more "normal" it was, the more Abel felt a sense of dread and unease that came from the depths of his soul.

In this abnormal world, normalcy is the greatest abnormality!

This scene was extremely bizarre.

It even made him feel a sense of fear.

He breathed a slight sigh of relief and asked the children to wait in the rest area for a moment.

Then he grabbed Aqin's hand and quickly walked to the outside corridor.

"Fugui'er, what exactly happened?"

Ah Qin couldn't hold back any longer, grabbing his arm with a tense expression, "Those kids... what's going on with them?!"

Abel's expression was more solemn than ever before. He shook his head, his voice hoarse:

"I don't know... Ah Qin, this time I really don't know anything."

"They are all second-tier believers!"

"And without paying any price! Everyone's body is perfectly normal, yet the gifts they receive are all different! I have never seen or heard of such a bizarre situation!"

He gripped Aqin's shoulders tightly and said, word by word:

"Aqin, something's wrong with them, they...something's very wrong!"

Aqin subconsciously rubbed her arms and felt a layer of goosebumps rise on her skin.

Just then—

"Aaaaaahh ...

A heart-wrenching cry, a mixture of endless pain and madness, suddenly rang out from the direction of the quiet room!

Immediately following was a series of muffled explosions: "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Ah Qin's expression changed:

"It's that traitor from the God of All Machines! He's awake? How could he be awake so quickly!"

Abel knew something was wrong and immediately released Ah Qin, rushing towards the source of the sound.

The thick, soundproof wall of the quiet room had been blasted into an irregular crater.

A cyborg whose body is two-thirds made of cold metal.

He was rushing out of the pit with a pained expression when he bumped right into the group of young believers who had been alerted!

That man seemed to have completely gone mad.

One of his mechanical prosthetic eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty crimson light, while his other remaining human eye was hollow and vacant, filled with despair.

He let out an unconscious, beast-like howl as the metal guard on his arm popped open, revealing the dark muzzle of a gun.

"Holy crap—!"

The young believers were taken aback by this sudden turn of events.

But then, the instinct for survival was instantly triggered.

"Don't come any closer, damn it!"

"Aaaaaah!"

Before they could even think, they instinctively unleashed the various blessings bestowed upon them by Ye Ren.

Lightning flashed!

Flames erupted!

The hard soil pierced through the ground!

Countless vines coiled around him like venomous snakes!

In the blink of an eye, the cyborg who had just been so fierce was overwhelmed by all sorts of divine powers.

When the dust and light disappeared, the man was surrounded by arcs of electricity, emitting black smoke, and was on the verge of death.

Abel: "(ΩДΩ)?"

Abel's eyes widened.

His concern was that these inexperienced children would be harmed by the crazed cyborgs.

But in the blink of an eye, that cyborg, who was at least at the peak of the second tier, was almost killed.

After all, although these children have only just awakened, they are all genuine Tier 2 cultivators.

Moreover, they have an absolute advantage in numbers, thirty to one!

"Wait a moment!"

Abel quickly reached out, and a gentle spiritual power spread out like ripples.

The restlessness in the hearts of everyone touched by this power was instantly soothed.

The young people stopped and stared blankly at the cyborg lying on the ground, convulsing.

The cyborg seemed to have regained some of his senses.

His crimson mechanical eyes went out, and murky tears streamed from his remaining fleshy eyes. He began to mutter intermittently:

"I don't want to become a machine..."

"I still have a daughter... I don't want to... I don't want to become a cold machine..."

"I...I want to go home!"

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at the same time.

The city of order, the inner city.

A simple, windowless black basalt building stands quietly in a corner of the city.

It is like a huge, silent stone box, completely isolating everything inside from the outside world.

In stark contrast to its enclosed appearance.

The building's interior is a huge, tall, and breathtaking circular library structure.

This is the Church of the Watchers.

The stronghold stationed in the City of Order—

【Wanmu House】

Countless ancient scrolls, heavy books, and even stone slabs inscribed with information.

They were all like weightless stars, suspended in the air, slowly circling along some invisible trajectory.

However, as the corridor goes deeper and deeper, these conventional knowledge carriers become increasingly scarce.

Instead, there are believers with countless eyes watching.

However, most of these believers have lost their human form.

They turned into huge, bloodshot eyeballs.

Connected to a body shriveled to the point of being almost invisible and inhuman, it hangs in mid-air like a grotesque fruit.

It's extremely quiet here.

The only sound is a slight "rustling" as knowledge carriers collide in the air.

And the uncontrollable, nervous gasps of some believers when they glimpsed astonishing information.

A refined middle-aged man.

He was dressed in a well-fitting gray robe and was slowly "floating" upwards from the depths of the corridor.

He had no hair, but his smooth scalp was covered with eyes of different sizes.

These eyes are usually closed, like small bumps on the skin.

But whenever he thinks deeply or explores the unknown, they spring up like mushrooms after rain.

Dozens, even hundreds, of eyeballs of varying sizes, constantly rotating, create a scene that is sure to make your sanity drop.

His body had also shrunk considerably, and his limbs were thin.

But compared to the believers below the corridor who were almost entirely reduced to eyeballs, he was considered to be "in good physical condition".

He is the guide to the corridor of cognition—

Mr. Sun.