262 Intelligence Network
Selma Payne’s POV:
Compared to Linda, Frank’s situation wasn’t any better.
to be more precise, it was uncertain if the person, Frank, still existed in this world.
The soul slices of the two Franks were sent back to the palace for treatnt. However, on the night we encountered Azazel, the Frank at the foot of the mountain suddenly changed. He lted into a liquid substance and escaped into Linda’s ward, then disappeared.
The investigation team suspected that he did not escape and that there was a high possibility that he had fused with the black cocoon. However, they couldn’t study the black cocoon for the ti being, so they dropped the matter.
anwhile, on the mountain, Frank also escaped from the heavy guard, in the sa way the night after. He was also suspected of being fused with the black cocoon.
Two of Frank’s soul slices had gone missing. To make matters worse, according to Master Kevin, his soul had been cut into at least four pieces, which ant that there were at least two more soul slices that were still unknown. In the past three years, his father had sent people to search the Rocky Mountains multiple tis, but they had found nothing.
At this point, Aldrich’s mood deteriorated. “Such a long ti has passed. There’s a high chance that Frank has already died.”
I quietly held his hand.
Frank was the first guide Aldrich t after entering the army, which ant a lot to him. The two were like master and disciple in ancient epics, not close but very sincere. Whether it was Frank’s disappearance or death, it was enough to make Aldrich sad.
After being dejected for a while, Aldrich quickly cald down and told about the three years I missed.
Those who have beco my followers could no longer claim to be the Moon Goddess’ believers. However, for so reason, the goddess remained silent about this. She showed no signs of anger as if she had silently agreed that I had stolen her man from her.
Not only did their kin not lose their werewolf identity or their wolves, but they could even participate in divine festivals like the Moonlight Festival.
Even Dorothy, who was sandwiched between the two goddesses, was not affected. Not only did the Moon Goddess remain silent about her change of faith, but even the Goddess of Fate also did not withdraw the gift she had given to her descendants.
Now, Dorothy believed in two goddesses and beca my priestess simultaneously. There probably wouldn’t be a third person with more complex beliefs than her.
In fact, it wasn’t that hard to understand if you thought about it carefully. I had only been a god for a minute. If I had to use so elegant words, I was a ‘fallen’ god.
What kind of threat could mortals who had fallen from their god’s altar pose? To be honest, I only have around 400 believers. Even if there were people who wanted to join the religion later on, I couldn’t do that anymore because even the New Moon Goddess was gone!
To be self-praising, my act of stealing a god back then was mainly to save soone. Of these two goddesses, one was famous for being kind, while the other was famous for being cold. The moon would understand my actions, while fate would be indifferent to them.
Back to my followers, their bodies had more or less undergone changes after they regained their lives. This was sothing that couldn’t be helped. After all, they couldn’t be considered pureblood werewolves now. They were a fantasy race that I had co up with based on werewolves.
This also ant that, in addition to their majestic sharp fangs, they also had one more component on their body: The wings were black and gold, with scales falling off as if they were condensed from moonlight.
This had a huge impact on their lives.
The first was the ability to fly. A few young people were playful and had arranged a cliff competition before they were even familiar with it. Fortunately, they only broke their legs.
Then ca the unparalleled recovery power. It was as if the additional wings of a moth made them real moths, and their followers would spin a cocoon when seriously injured. No matter how many injuries they suffered during the mission, as long as they spent enough ti, they could walk out of the cocoon unscathed, without any residual effects.
According to them, this self-healing ability ca from the ‘gift’ of the goddess.
If it wasn’t the Moon Goddess, then it was probably .
Recalling the moths ford from spring water in the spiritual world, I thought I knew where they had gone.
The other was cohesion. Be they strangers, comrades, or people who didn’t see eye to eye with each other; their relationship beca closer after they beca my family. Even if they weren’t close friends, they would still establish a special link: the mind link.
These 400 people were connected to form a powerful intelligence network. Although there would be internal friction, they had always been united on the outside.
My only downside was that this network couldn’t connect to .
That was right. I didn’t even feel the slightest bit of a mind-link interface. Other than Dorothy, I still couldn’t establish a connection with anyone, not even with my family.
No matter how depressed I was, I couldn’t do anything about it. If even becoming a god couldn’t solve my problem of not being able to establish a mind-link with others, I believed all other attempts would be in vain.
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