"Welcome... all the people who are rooted."

The black priest's eyes were fixed on Turing's body, his head remained motionless, and his body mechanically gave up a path, which made Turing a little doubt whether this guy was on the clock.

“Prayer has begun.”

The crowd entered in one after another, and would bow whenever they passed by the priest. It was a gesture of straight up and down. Soon, it also arrived at Turing, and his hand wrapped in his robe made a crackling sound, stopping him.

"Friends who come from afar, you don't look like you are here to pursue your faith."

"In fact, I worked hard to find the place of your religion. I really wanted to become a believer of the "roots"." Turing smiled and continued to follow the other party's words.

The priest was silent, his eyes locked on Turing's body, and he slowly stepped out, paced around Turing for a while, returned to the origin, and then slowly shook his head:

"No...you don't believe in God."

"I saw in your eyes the numbness and indifference that cannot be redeemed, and you did not respect at all. Go back, a foreigner."

After saying that, the priest did not give Turing a chance to speak again, and turned around and moved inward with a crackling sound. Seeing the other party's decisiveness, Turing hurriedly stopped:

"I am a reporter. I can promote you and bring more religious followers!"

The sound of the crack stopped, and the priest's figure also stopped.

Then he slowly turned around and a yellow light flashed in his eyes:

"The root does not need unnecessary believers. Because the root people will come."

The sleeves were swung, and the electronic door closed with a bang, and a piece of stone chips swelled up.

Actually, because it is a simulating holographic image, although the muscles and other aspects of the Red Fox Niet's face are in place, the godlessness in his eyes is difficult to simulate. This is the "numbness and indifference" and "no respect" in the other person's mouth.

Turing squinted his eyes and glanced around.

"It's pretty like that..."

The door is locked, and there are no other passages around, but Turing is ready-

He reached into his pocket and took out a large piece of orange luminous metal and embedded it into the joint point where the chest proliferated on the spot.

The orange light appeared, and Turing easily passed through the wall.

Sulphur steel can penetrate walls.

After entering the gate, there is a not-so-wide door with a crossroad in front of it. One of the widest ones came from prayer, which seemed to be a place like a chapel.

As he looked at it, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the black shadow twisting by the wall. A probe flashed with a yellow light, and Turing had disappeared from the spot.

The probe turned around, shrank slightly, and found nothing abnormal, so he quickly retreated.

On the other side of the wall, when the orange light flashed, Turing's body came out through the wall, patted her clothes, looked up and met a black-faced man in a black robe. Before the other party screamed, he spread his phantom limbs and knocked him out.

Judging from his outfit, he should be a clergy from this secret sect, with a twisted branch-like badge hanging on his chest, which is the symbol of this root sect.

This is a small room, which seems to be the residence. Turing grabbed the man and threw it on the bed. His phantom limbs and claws turned into probes to sweep his body shape and face up and down. A noise flashed on Turing's body, and the holographic image directly simulated the other person's appearance.

Phantom limb covered the quilt for the other party. Turing searched for the other party's room, and then walked out of the room openly. Two church members walked up from the side. Turing naturally nodded at them, closed the wooden door, and passed by.

This is a corridor, one of the intersections at the porch. It seems to be to create a sense of ritual. There is no light here, and it is all provided by candles or torches burning in flames. It really has the smell of harmony.

After wandering around here, Turing quickly walked around except in the center of the church and the chapel. Along the way, he met many believers and so-called clergymen, but after observation, everything was normal in their bodies and there seemed to be no sign of subbody implantation.

Wandering on the surface, but actually swept it. Turing soon discovered that most places were residential areas with no value information at all. The only place I had never been to was the road behind the chapel.

Turing returned to the chapel, where a large number of believers gathered here. The identities he had seen before were standing in front of everyone, praying with the believers and church members. Turing did not miss this opportunity and walked through the crowd without missing a trace and walked into the corridor behind the chapel.

After confirming that there was no one here, Turing did not forget to stop and listen to the sutras that these charlatans were reciting:

Father: "The roots are born from the earth and nourish all things."

The church members (in unison): "The roots are born from the earth and nourish all things."

Father: "Give me the gifts of the creatures, the sons of Bian Bangjia, and expel the borers of Huangtu."

The church members (in unison): "Give gifts to the creatures, the sons of the Birth of the Bible, and drive out the borer of the loess."

Father: "I am the son of the root when I receive the gift of the root."

The church members (in unison): "I am the descendant of the root when I receive the gift of the root."

Father:

"May the roots linger on me, and on this loess full of pain, bring us to freedom.

May the roots linger on me and lead us to prosperity on this depressed loess.

May the roots linger on me, and in this dark place, bring us to light and joy.

Thank you for giving us gifts; thank you for giving us life; thank you for giving us sons of Banga…”

This prayer made Turing feel goose bumps all over his body. At the same time, a sudden and heavy footsteps came from his ears, and he immediately swept through the corridor and entered the corner.

A burly man shrouded in a cloak walked into the chapel from the eavesdropping position of Turing, interrupting the priest's lead in reciting:

"Father Ulandu, please come here."

The recitation was interrupted, and a meticulous noise came from the church members, but this was not dissatisfaction, but contained a certain feeling of worship and yearning. It was obvious that this man had a certain status in this sect.

After confirming the insistence of the visitor, the priest pulled up a devout church member and asked him to preside over the place, and then followed behind the burly man with a cape.

And Turing naturally touched it quietly.

The two walked into a spacious corridor. Compared with the candles and torches outside, the layout here has more mechanized structure equipment, but it has no modern feeling, just like the product of Banga's local culture has been replaced with metal material. The torch still looks like a torch, and the candle is still in the shape of a candle, but it is lined up with ridge-shaped metal, and electric current lights are lit.

The surrounding walls are gradually covered with more metal structures, and the characteristics of these arrangements have some similarities with the infrastructure of World Tree.

"You shouldn't interrupt the sacred moment, Ghana Kofi." Turing, hanging from behind, avoided the camera and was a little dissatisfied when he heard the priest's voice.

"The enemy of the root is here, a new 'messenger'."

"What did you say?" The priest paused, "When did this happen?"

"Just today, the fools attacked the foreigners' vehicles with our weapons, and the surviving foreigners were taken away by the enemy of Root. The enemy of Root brought a new 'messenger'. He could not let him destroy the residence of Root."

The two stayed in a hall, and Turing noticed that the hall seemed to be a more advanced chapel.

"We need news, Father Ulandu, let the church members take action."

"This is impossible. They are all people of roots and cannot give up at will!"

"But they have not received the baptism of the gift, and the roots have not recognized them yet." Garnakofi walked into Turing's vision, and he seemed to have touched something.

"But that is also the son of the future roots. The fanaticism towards roots is a kind of piety, not arbitrary!"

The two broke out in a quarrel, and eventually ended with a semi-compromise of the cloaked man Garna Kofi:

"I am willing to follow your teachings, Father Ulandu, but we still need the news of the 'messenger'. I will talk to you about this matter again."

After speaking, the strong man quickly left the church, leaving the priest standing there, frowning, and then praying in a certain direction, and left in a hurry.

After confirming that both of them had left, Turing quickly entered the chapel.

From the perspective just now, Turing witnessed the large number of wooden cabinets here. When he was about to search for them, he turned his head and saw a huge statue in the front of the church, and he was stunned.

It was a large number of pieces made of various scrap metals, with twisted and twisted spine-like metal roots, which looked like the main root of the World Tree.

In the center of this statue, a metal root with a different material from the sculpture is slowly pulsing, enchanting and graceful.

It was a phantom limb.

And above this statue, a string of crooked and huge words are carved in Banga language, which is literally translated as--
Chapter completed!