Chapter 63 Will Brother Buy Our Tea?
Amidst the dust of the Silvermoon Federation ruins, the priests of the Church of Life continue to adhere to a policy of "appeasement." Although their leader, Bai Zhe, has not shown any obvious signs of violence during this period, the situation is not as calm as it appears.
For months, faced with the concessions of the Life Cult, the Luna fanatics have become increasingly arrogant and unscrupulous, with riots occurring one after another. Even the fanatics who were once deeply hidden are now daring to jump out and resist.
Their behavior became increasingly frenzied and out of control. The flames of violence burned rampantly in every corner. The once quiet village was transformed into a bloody battlefield, churches and altars under construction were destroyed, and blood and ashes mingled among the broken stones.
The fanatics not only killed those who joined the Life Cult, but sometimes also indiscriminately slaughtered innocent unbelievers simply because they "did not have a firm enough faith in the moon."
They set fire to every piece of land, turning it into a battlefront; forests were burned, and the bodies of the slain floated in the rivers.
Some fanatical believers even toppled the altar of the newly built White Temple, kicking and trampling the broken offerings in a frenzy to vent their hatred. They threw burning torches at the walls, overturned carriages, and even set fire to preaching tools and sacred books, burning God's will to ashes.
Flames engulfed the ancient buildings, their raging fire illuminating the night sky, seemingly intent on burning the entire world to ashes. The fanatics, without hesitation, severed their faith, fervently proclaiming their "New World."
"Look! This is the true will of God! He will not tolerate any false faith!" A fanatic rushed forward and smashed a stone tablet to pieces. The fragments flew through the air, as if the whole world was trembling with their anger.
Whenever the members of the Church of Life patrolled the burned-down villages and faced with the devastation, they could only sigh deeply.
The priests of the Life Cult did not lack the desire to resist and annihilate the enemy, but their efforts were largely ineffective because the fanatical followers of the Moon Goddess always hid among the crowd. The civilians living in the ruins sometimes could not even distinguish between their own people and enemies. Some people who were forced to betray their former faith began to disappear one by one, merging into the torrent of riots.
Four months passed in this way. Then, on a dark night, Bai Zhe suddenly burst into laughter:
"Hehehehe, you fools, you really thought I would adopt a conciliatory policy?"
He slowly stood up, something was forming in his hands. Those methods that had always seemed gentle were now revealing their sharp fangs.
"The Impermanent Blood Calamity, the Eternal Rebellion, the Distorted Heavenly Scripture..." Bai Zhe muttered to himself, a strange smile playing on his lips. "This thing is really useful. It actually collected all the Moon Goddess fanatics—those information structures that were lost during the riots—"
He lowered his head and began to whisper into the void, his voice extremely deep: "Indeed, just as I realized when I first became a god, the image of God can only occupy the core of the believer's soul when the believer is in faith and worshiping God. In essence, the believer is just imitating my image with the thoughts constantly generated by his own brain. So-called faith is nothing more than a large-scale, cuckoo-like usurpation of the souls of others."
"So naturally, the technology of collecting information about the enemy's activities through the image of me in the minds of the priests of the Church of Life is just a small trick that can be figured out in a few months by studying the distorted heavenly scripture."
Bai Zhe raised his hand, as if touching an invisible thread. Then, with a slight movement of his finger, he traced a line of light in the virtual space. The air distorted, and then a massive information dimension emerged, within which countless pieces of information surged like ocean waves.
Deep within this sea of information, the original body of the Twilight Void Ship, once belonging to the Silver Moon Federation, had been personally molded by Bai Zhe into a more intelligent and ironically sophisticated super artificial intelligence. A slight smile played on Bai Zhe's lips as he whispered, "Salesperson Xiao Li, begin your work."
"Okay, dear master! Xiaoli is about to send an email~" A clear and sweet voice came from the information dimension, full of playfulness and vitality.
Bai Zhe's lips curled slightly, his heart filled with a cold satisfaction. "Come on, 'Xiao Li,' send some 'warm' greetings to those foolish Moon Goddess fanatics."
In the virtual sea of information, 'Xiao Li' quickly began her work—using the ubiquitous junk information as material, she produced a large number of targeted spam emails. These emails seemed unremarkable, but they were filled with an irresistible corrosive power, capable of invading the enemy's body from the information dimension and directly intruding into the enemy's life information structure.
The email was full of humor:
"Dear Sir, my grandfather has recently fallen ill, and our family needs to raise funds for his treatment. Could you please buy some of our local specialty tea? We guarantee it's authentic, and you'll definitely love it! Try it and see! Our tea is super cheap and incredibly delicious! You'll also receive a thoughtful free gift with your purchase. Thank you for your support, and we wish you good health and great success!"
"Honey, are you thinking of buying some tea? If so, please reply to me quickly! We have a special offer right now! Our tea is picked directly from the mountains—quality guaranteed, you'll love it!"
These mundane sales pitches, spread through "Xiao Li" in the information dimension, flooded the bodies of the initial hundred fanatical followers who were just testing the waters. On average, each follower received billions of spam emails. The onslaught of this massive amount of junk information caused the cells inside their bodies to begin to collapse silently. All the connections, organization, ideas, and functions between the cells were thrown into complete chaos within seconds. The internal structure instantly collapsed, and the entire person was rapidly transformed into a puddle of indescribable organic sludge.
"Dear Master, this is Xiaoli. The first batch of emails has been sent out!" Xiaoli's voice still carried a sweet and playful tone, and her work seemed to bring her joy.
"Hehehehehehehe, then keep sending them! Keep sending them!" Bai Zhe's awful laughter seemed to echo from the depths of an abyss, sounding unusually exhilarating