God said, "Let there be light." ”

And so, in the midst of the darkness, there was light, and a little glimmer of light gradually expanded, illuminating the whole space, brightening the eyes of the lonely god, and letting him see the coldness in this space, as if there was no sound of breathing.

It's the first day.

The next day, God said, "Separate the water from the air, with the sky above and the water below, stretching the firmament over the waters, and the wind will blow over the waters." ”

The space began to change, like the changes when Pangu split the heavens and the earth, it was rapidly deforming, the upper part gradually rose, the gods above the sky raised their gaze, below, under his feet, a vast ocean quickly formed, the breeze blew through his ears, the silver hair flickered, the breeze blew under his feet, the ripples on the surface of the water, the breeze blew through the space, as if suddenly there was a breath of life, no longer a dead silence.

On the third day, the land appeared, and the flowers and trees appeared, and with the word of God, they appeared before God's eyes, and they were full of prosperity.

The quiet god stood in the clouds, holding a red book in his hand, and quietly turned the page, the paper was no longer pure white, there was a light layer of gold on it, which was not conspicuous, but under the faint light, the red of the cover did not seem to be so vivid.

On the fourth day, day and night are demarcated, and the seasons are distinct, and there are years, months, days, sun, moon and stars.

In the blink of an eye, the four seasons rotated, day and night alternated, and the changes of the years, months and days were seen from the withering of the plants, and then, everything gradually fell silent, and the seasons returned to the spring again, and the plants and trees were beginning to appear.

"Is this the creation?" the god's hair seemed to be whiter, he frowned, looking at everything below him, this space did not block him, his "sight" could pass through anything, time, space, and see directly where he wanted to see, in this space, he was the creator, he was the creator.

No, it's not really a creation yet.

The long, white fingers, even the nails seemed to be white, twisted the corner of the page, and turned the page sprinkled with pale gold.

On the fifth day, there were fish in the water, birds in the sky, and the sky and the sea were full of life, and they were so alive.

The fish leaped out of the water, as if trying to get close to the god standing in the sky, and the birds wandered left and right, they wanted to approach but did not dare, and the chirping sound full of gratitude and joy was like the most beautiful music in the world, with the purest heart.

The god stretched out his finger, and a bird fell on his fingertips in front of the other birds, and its little claws were delicate and did not dare to exert force, for fear of hurting its master, so its wings kept flapping, and kept hanging slightly in the air, very tired, but its cry was so joyful, as if it had some show off, tilted its head and pecked its own yellow feathers, and its pride was overflowing.

The god smiled faintly, he had created it! A streak of blood slipped down his pale lips and was wiped away by the wide sleeves of his coat, turning into a bright red on his white robe.

On the sixth day, there were more animals and people on the land, and a complete chain of living things was formed, and everything in heaven and earth was bustling with activity, as if they were celebrating their new birth and thanking the Creator for His mercy.

"Thy mercy, my Lord, endures forever!"

The people on the land are cheering, they are singing, they are dancing, they are looking up to the heavens, they are bowing to the earth, they are celebrating in their own way, they celebrate the birth of this day, they celebrate the beauty of this day.

The sky seemed to be a little higher, and the gods on top could still see the scene on the earth, but the people on the earth could no longer see his appearance, not even the horns of his robes, but could only trace his brilliance with their imaginations.

He knew the process of creation, he knew what to do next, but he also did not forget that the red book in his hand was a demonized book of creation, and what it created was not as good as what was in front of him.

"There should be angels in the heavenly palace, who will shepherd on behalf of the heavens. ”

After saying this, a mouthful of blood spat on the book, and the bright red color stained half of the white paper, but it was quickly covered by a pale golden light, and his fingers trembled and turned the page, until the page was turned over, and a white paper appeared in front of him again, and God breathed a little sigh of relief.

The sky, the sea, the land, the flowers and trees, these are all simple creations, or they can't be called creations completely, he just shortened the time process of this development through the Red Book, so that everything seems to be imagined out of thin air, but in fact, it is just borrowing from the development laws of other worlds.

When it comes to fish and birds, everything is fundamentally different, as if the difference between creating dead things and living things, compared to soulless flowers and trees, fish and birds have further developed this type of life, and it is not something that can be simply created.

Even if we know all the laws of human development and the inevitability of human evolution, it does not mean that a simple sentence can usurp the power belonging to the gods and make everything appear suddenly.

Fortunately, this is the inevitable process of creation, and from this book of creation, we can see the necessity that this side of the world, although it is not the world where the book of creation was originally located, but since it is based on the creation of the world, then this is an inevitable link and cannot be omitted.

It's just that he is not the owner of the Book of Creation in the end, although the mental power that he has exercised almost sleeplessly in his previous life has been injected into this book, but it is not the result of the original owner, it is just that he can pack this book and take it away, and even come to this space to be able to create the world.

It's not his own, it's not his own, whether it can be used or not, he won't be soft when it's time to fight back, it's just the reduction of mental power, which makes him feel powerless, if it weren't for the fact that this book doesn't have a machine spirit, I'm afraid it would have been countered a long time ago.

Even so, after forcibly creating the angels, the gods felt deeply tired, and their eyes glanced at the pages of the book that looked like a schedule, and on the seventh day, like this blank piece of paper, God rested and did not need to create.

- Luckily, there was a Sunday.

After thinking about it for a while, the tiredness caused by the lack of mental strength could no longer be concealed, and the god closed his eyes, and did not even close the book in his hand, and fell asleep holding the book like that.

At this time, the white clouds under his feet rapidly expanded, turning into a white cloud cocoon, enveloping the gods within, ascending to the heavenly palace, and sleeping in the deepest part.

The angels who had just been created looked around blankly, where was God? Where was he? There was a vague feeling that made them focus their eyes on the heavenly palace, which was like the sun in a white cloud, radiating a dazzling light.

"Father, why don't you look at your creation?"

Every angel knew who they had created them, and their hearts were engraved with respect and worship for the Father, looking up to the heavens, as if hoping to see the appearance of the Father, but for a long time there was no response, and the blue eyes of the same color as the sky seemed to be filled with water and were about to overflow, and even the white wings seemed to hang down without spirit.

They don't know how to grieve, their hearts are full of grievances, even humans can get the gods to take care of them, and they, the gods left without looking at them, is it because they don't like them?

Seraphim, who had three pairs of wings, stood up and said in a loud voice: "Didn't you hear what our duty is? Father God created our lives and gave us duties, and if we have not done anything, why should we blame the Father for not taking care of us? When we do things well, God will naturally see it." ”

All the angels looked ashamed of their well-founded words, yes, they didn't do anything, and they wanted the Father to value them? They have a duty, not like those human beings, who can be taken care of by the Father by singing praises.

Every angel is born with his own name, knows what he wants to do, and does not need to deliberately divide the ranks, according to the number of wings, they know what rank of angel they are.

Their wings illustrate their abilities, the greater the ability, the more wings they will have, with the Seraphim as the top, the other angels are mostly four-winged angels, two-winged angels, and the most common, but also a large number of wingless angels, they are not incapable, but these abilities are more mediocre, belonging to the last of the angel ranks.

The angels do not get tired, they do not need to eat, they do not need to sleep, even the night does not affect their work, this world is very large, and the many lives on the earth do not receive their special preference, and they stipulate that the areas where those beings live, do not let them be crowded together and cannot find food, nor let them scatter in all directions, unable to reproduce.

No one told the angels that they should do this, or do that, they inherently knew what to do to make these lives better.

Among the many beings, although they try to be unbiased, they still hate human beings a little, and the development of human beings is too fast, too many of them make the land almost occupied by them, and the easily opened wars have destroyed the environment, and it is almost impossible for living beings to reproduce.

And their lifespan is too short, the angels have not finished reading a volume of copywriting, they have changed a generation or two, the first human beings have the most reverent gratitude to God, and the later generations, they have never experienced the brilliance of God, do not believe in the greatness of God, blindly compete for what God has given, but still despise the existence of God.

The angels had to get rid of the blasphemous, human life was the least valuable at that time, and the most ordinary two-winged angels could wipe out an army of 180,000 in one night.

Such an amount allows everyone to see the power of angels, the beloved will kneel and praise the brilliance of God, and the hateful will bury this hatred deep in their hearts, and then pass it on from generation to generation, and the malice grows...

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