Some basement in the Plague Zone of Iron Acropolis.

Father Gainko is receiving a magic figure called Heart Lock 'Healing'.

Since the Saint suddenly raised troops to overthrow the Pope's power, the Heretic Inquisition has lost the help of the Psalm.

Fortunately, the Inquisition is only part of this huge organization. Father Gainko had to use the method of other state judges to maintain his rationality, which was to regularly hand over some of his memories to this magic puppet called Heart Lock.

Father Gainko had just finished his purification when he heard crazy shouts coming from the basement where he was.

"Sew the needle! Can you be quieter!"

Father Gainko had just been relieved of his negative emotions and was aroused by the shouts again.

But Father Gainko's warning was useless. He walked into another room in the basement angrily, only seeing a slight glow in the whole room.

That was the light called the Magic Net, and it was because of this thing that destroyed the Inquisition's several actions.

Father Gainko could not curb his anger when he saw anyone using this thing, but the judge named Sewing Needle was different... She was a veteran magic net user.

"Sew stitches! We are not here to make you do these boring things." Father Gainko limped to the judge.

"A boring thing?"

She did not raise her head, and instead of her, the group of people standing behind her whose mouths were sewn with needles and threads.

These guys are called silent monks...all of them are puppets made of stitches.

"I consumed hundreds of soul fragments to attack the world of consciousness, but I was traumatized every time. Such a loser really dares to speak."

The needles unscrupulously mocked Father Gainko's past failures.

"Do you know what is defeating you in the world of consciousness? A hero on the Magic Network called the Holy Spirit Game!"

"Why don't you... try to fight those characters in the game?" Father Gainko asked coldly.

"I'm doing it! Do you understand? Destroy these heroes from within."

The pupils of the stitches were staring at the magic net interface in front of him. Father Gainko found that it was not just him, but other silent monks in the corner were also using the magic net, and the same game appeared on their interface.

"This new game is really fun, just like reality." The stitches kept muttering to themselves, "but it's too much like reality. It's very simple to destroy the fun of a human being living like this."

The game that Sewing Needles currently plays is World Rift.

She has the same status as Father Gainko in the Inquisition, and can be affiliated with different sects as Father Gainko. The leader of the sect is called the "Messenger". The messenger is not a human, but a presence that conveys their God's intentions.

The messenger who sewed the needle had long noticed the existence of the magic net and let its believers lie dormant in the magic net.

The stitch is one of them. The silent monk she controls can allow her to control twenty-six magic net characters at one time.

This ability has no effect in the game of the Holy Spirit, but the world rift has attracted the interest of the stitches.

Because this game can kill enemy players at will! There is also a need to work together to cooperate with each other! What makes the stitches even more exciting is that this game has two differences in the game.

War exists in this game.

She chose the tribe camp. After raising the character level to level 20, she couldn't help but control the characters of the twenty-six tribes to cross mountains and rivers to the territory of the alliance.

The stitch-controlled team had just arrived at the league's leveling territory Longblade Wilderness, and soon met two solitary league players. Her twenty-six tribal characters surrounded them from all directions, preparing to kill them, and then use words to humiliate them...

The name of the Alliance player whose name was originally scarlet on his head instantly turned green.

‘During the rift opening, you cannot attack players in the league camp.’

The needle kept clicking on the attack key, but the sound kept echoing in his ears.

"Crack?! What crack!" The stitch roared out impatiently, but when she roared, another prompt rang in her mind.

‘You have been killed by the disaster star in Eric Forest!’

One of the twenty-six characters she controls is dead!

"Who is it! Who!"

The stitch angrily adjusted his main character and turned the picture. A huge zodiac walked out of the shattered crack in time and space.

In her character, one of the hunters was raised by a gnoll and threw them on the ground, then cut into pieces and disappeared with an axe.

The werewolf noticed the main character of the stitch and roared and rushed towards the stitch.

"Monster...Chief! Elite...World Monster?!" I saw the scarlet words on the character's head.

In order to attack the Alliance players this time, she stayed in the dungeon for a day and a night to strive to get the equipment to its current level, so she certainly understood what this werewolf represents.

That is... the equipment that this werewolf exposes may be better than what she wears on her character.

"Damn puppet! Don't touch my toys."

The stitches were shouted out directly in the voice. In her eyes, the monsters here were all a group of puppets. The monster's attack was too monotonous.

So as long as you find the rules of fighting in this world, the stitches can control your characters to completely pass all copies.

According to the skills she had figured out, she let two warrior professions characters directly up and activate the sarcastic skills, and asked a shaman character to bless the bloodthirsty technique and inserted various totems into the ground. The priest character began to apply healing to the front row warriors, mage...

Just when everything was arranged according to the rules of this world, the werewolf, who should have been ridiculed by the warrior, suddenly snatched the shield in the warrior's hand....

Shitine was stunned when she saw this scene, and even the movements she directed in her mind paused.

For a moment of pause, the werewolf directly smashed his shield to the ground, and rushed into the mage and priest in the back row regardless of the warrior.

"No! No! Stay away from my toy!" Sewing stitch shouted again when he saw this scene.

The zodiac raised the frost axe in her hand and slashed the chest of the mage character she controlled. The mage's health instantly dropped by one third. When the priest next to him wanted to apply healing for the mage, the zodiac suddenly threw out the axe in his hand.

The axe hit the priest's chest and directly interrupted the priest's casting movement. The zombie raised the axe in his hand again. This time, a scarlet light appeared on the axe. With just one chop, the mage's blood volume was less than one-tenth.

The last bit of blood skin was killed by a negative effect called bleeding damage.

‘You have been killed by the disaster star in Eric Forest!’

A second prompt sounded in the mind of the stitch.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

The stitches kept shouting, while her third character also died under the zombie's double axe.

The gnoll did not stop and turned to her fourth hunter character. At this moment, the slit needle controlled her hunter character to use the skill of fake death.

"Who are you pretending to die in front of you?"

A voice suddenly came from the gnoll's mouth. After a while, she suddenly realized that the gnoll might be a...living creature, not a monster like a puppet.

The gnoll once again raised the two axes in his hand to take the life of the fake hunter.

"You damn guy!" The stitch shouted out again.

But suddenly a fully armed warrior rushed out from the side. The warrior raised his shield and slammed the zombie with a shield. The zombie staggered and unbalancedly took a few steps back.

"Brother, are you okay?"

A green speaker appeared on the soldier's head, indicating that he was speaking in voice, and the public chat channel was always on, so that she could humiliate her opponent.

But this time she failed to kill those alliance players, and her characters were saved by the alliance!

"Get away! He is mine!" The stitch had no intention of gratitude and yelled at the warrior with gritted teeth.

"Huh? Still a lady! I'm so lucky! Madam, please hide next to you first...I'll deal with this werewolf!"

The warrior seemed to be immersed in the plot of the hero saving the beauty. He raised his shield and shouted at the werewolf in voice.

"Come on! Monster."

But how long after he finished calling them, the zombie avoided the shield in his hand, and then slapped his helmet into the sky with an axe.
Chapter completed!