Modern gods use [thought], and ancient gods use [power].

This is what Pym once showed to Lird his understanding of God, and in the recent period of information "edification", Lird has begun to understand and agree with this concept, but he never thought that in an instant, his father would become the affected person of this change of God.

With great power, the father and the maiden priestess carried out their original plan and succeeded in destroying the heavily guarded British military town, but the power was too strong and deliberately prevented the events from following the course they set, and the British military deliberately concealed the whole thing, and deliberately began to investigate the matter secretly.

On the other hand, a part of the powerful power remains in his father's body, and this residual power in turn forms a "cursed" injury, which constantly torments Pym in pain, causing him to quickly die.

Shocked, Lird reacted quickly and said, "If the power of 'God' at that time, then why did he eat away at my father's body?

The maiden priest shook her head and said: "Your idea is completely wrong, although the energy in our hands is really powerful, but it is not a strong force that is completely beneficial and harmless, in other words, power is a neutral medium, but it is more like a double-edged sword in the human body, and the slightest deviation will hurt itself." ”

Lird said: "If it is a double-edged sword, as long as it remains in the body, it will cause damage to itself. ”

The maiden priest said, "You are right, but if you can release this power from your body, then this person can use this energy, and it is..."

"God?" said Lird.

The maiden priestess nodded.

Lird swallowed a mouthful of spit, and although his mind was already clear, he was still extremely uneasy.

The maiden priest said, "That's the essence of the matter, it sounds simple, doesn't it?" ”

Lird said: "If the 'sword' in my father's body can be completely pulled out, then will my father also be saved?"

"Theoretically, there is nothing wrong with saying this, but in terms of actual control, it is by no means so easy, first of all, that power is not some kind of straight-edged double-edged sword, and its complexity is even more complex than the strange form you see. All I can do now is to stabilize this power in Mr. Pym's body and minimize its damage to Mr. Pym, but this is not a long-term solution. In the long run, Mr. Pym..."

The next words were self-evident, and Lird closed his eyes again.

Seeing this, the maiden priest smiled lightly and said, "Okay, let's play chess here today, I see that you are very tired, it seems that you need time to digest something, how about it?"

Lird wanted to show that he was okay, but he couldn't say anything, and in the end, it turned into two words: thank you.

...

After drinking hot tea, Lird walked out of the huge tent, and a cold night breeze blew in front of him, and Lird subconsciously shivered, and a layer of hot sweat oozed from his body.

It was already early at this moment, and the entire Atlantean remnant tribe had almost fallen asleep, and the dark and quiet environment made it easy to have a desire to rest.

But at this moment, Lird was radiant and not sleepy, and after a short thought, Lird did not choose to go directly to his residence, but went to his father's rest tent.

When he reached the tent door, Lird noticed that there was a guard at the door, who apparently knew Liard, and although he was a little suspicious of Lird's late-night visit, he let him in.

Only an oil lamp flickered in the dimly lit tent, and a sense of desolation seeped through it. His father, Pym, lay on the bed, his eyes closed and fell into a stupor, his breathing was so weak that he could not see his movements until he got very close.

Seeing this, Lird's heart was relieved, and he did not disturb his father's rest, but sat down slowly beside him, looking at his father through the dim light.

Pym's sleeping face was quiet and kind, and it didn't look like a grown man's sharp edges and corners, and the long years of pain and torture had made him quite out of shape, and his cold eyes looked a little shriveled like a skeleton, and Liald felt heartache when he saw this scene.

He stretched out his hand and gently brushed his father's hair, the shriveled hair was a little prickly, and Lird had the impression that his father's hair was very soft, only the beard was quite hard, but at the moment his father's breathing was messy and fragile, as if it could not be ignited by fire.

When Lird's finger touched his father's Pym, a black markings suddenly appeared next to Lird's finger, and Lird stopped his hand in fright and looked at it deadly.

The black markings seemed to feel Lird's fingers leave, and they stopped moving, and it seemed that they would fade away.

Lird swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, then reached out again to touch his father's forehead, and the black markings "swam" to Lird's fingers like tadpoles in a fishpond, as if the next moment he was about to break through Pym's skin and enter Lird's body.

And a thought came to Lird's mind about whether he could use this method to remove it from his father's body and save his father's life.

However, his bold idea this time did not come out of his plan at all, and the black markings did not continue to get close to Lird's fingers, and then flowed away after a few laps of skin on Pym's forehead, like a goldfish tired of human teasing, even if Lird kept teasing him several times, he did not respond, and finally the black markings completely dissipated in Pym's body.

The hope that had just been born in Lird's heart was quickly shattered, and he couldn't help but be disappointed, but Lird was also mentally prepared for it, so as not to be overly sad, and the scene just now could only be regarded as a small episode.

Continuing to look at his father's decrepit countenance, Lird's mind was full of complexities, and his mind kept conjuring up the words of the maiden sacrifice: if one who wielded that power could become a god, then Mr. Pym was now a god.

"Hehe, how can there be such a miserable god as you..."Lird smiled helplessly, his eyes filled with tears.

...

The sun shone through the canopy wall of the tent, and the dazzling light turned into a colorless warmth, which felt warm on Lird's body.

The sleeping Lird was disturbed by the increasingly heated heat, and then moved his body, only to feel the pain in his neck and arms becoming more and more sore, and the uncomfortable stiffness further woke up Lird, and he slowly raised his head buried in his arm, because his eyes have been in a state of compression, so his vision was very blurry when he first opened it.

But soon, Lird saw his father half-lying on the bed, quietly looking at him, his eyes full of love.

"Awake?" Pym said softly.

Lird nodded stiffly, and though he wanted to say something, his dry throat whined, and Pym pointed to the side and said, "You can eat some of the breakfast just served." ”

Lird looked sideways, but saw a few refreshments and food placed on the small table at the bedside, as if someone knew that Lird had spent the night here, and the amount of food had increased a lot.

Lird first picked up the cup and drank all the water in it, and the sweet and clear water instantly moistened Liard's whole person, and he quickly recovered his mental state.

"When did you come here?" asked Pym.

Lird nodded.

"When I came, you were already asleep, I wanted to sit for a while and leave, I didn't want to... Fell asleep. ”

Pym laughed, "You've been so tired lately. ”

"It's fine. Lird shook his head.

Pym's face flashed a little bitterness and said, "It should be a father's responsibility to accompany his children to sleep, but I don't want to transfer it to our father and son." ”

Lird patted his father's palm and said, "Don't think so, it's really nothing. Pym bit his lip with a wry smile, and then said abruptly, "Eat something, kid, don't let me worry too much." Lird agreed, and began to eat the pastry at hand.

After Lird had eaten the two cakes, Pym said, "You didn't think it was a whim when you came here last night, didn't something happen?"

Lird slowed down his chewing speed when he heard this, and after a moment of silence, he nodded slightly.

Pym thought for a moment and said, "Have you seen the sacrifice?" Lird nodded again, no need to ask again, Pym had roughly guessed the hidden secret, Pym smiled faintly and said, "You're still too eager to find out the truth." ”

Lird swallowed the food in his mouth completely, and then said: "Originally, there was not much about everything, but you have always hidden it from me, revealing it bit by bit makes me unbearable, although I understand your good intentions, but I am no longer a child, I can bear the cruel reality." After a pause, Lird said, "Besides, the time that belongs to us is getting less and less. ”

What Lird is referring to here is not only the time between him and his father Pym, but also the shorter and shorter time that the Atlantean remnants have.

Pym nodded when he heard this, and then sighed helplessly: "You're right, our time is really getting less and less..."

"So, father, don't hide anything from me anymore!" Lird said this, he couldn't help but get a little excited, Pym looked at the son in front of him, although he said that he knew the son Mo Ruo's father, but now Pym really didn't know much about the son in front of him, after all, the last time he saw the child, he was just a small naughty boy, and in the blink of an eye, he had grown into a reliable teenager who could take charge of himself.

However, even if he seems to be such a reliable teenager, can he really bear all the truth and everything?

Lird looked at his father with enthusiasm, his eyes full of hope, while Pym's eyes were more full of complexity and struggle. In this way, the father and son looked at each other for a long time, each with their own ideas, and finally Pym still "lost" in defeat.

Wiping the pastry residue from the corner of Lird's mouth, Pym smiled lightly, "Okay! I should have believed you, or I wouldn't have dragged you all the way to such a dangerous place." ”

Seeing this, Lird finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he felt that at this moment he had finally gained his father's trust.

Pym said: "Before you want to know the truth, you must first eat enough, only by eating a full stomach, can you face all difficulties!" After that, Pym continued: "It's not that I'm bragging, I ate more than you can when I was young, at that time, haha, I don't feel like I can't eat enough every day!

Pym is like an ordinary nagging father, urging his children to eat more, and in the eyes of their parents, children will never grow up.

...

When Lird had eaten his breakfast, and was even swollen on his own, Pym came down and said to Lird, "I don't know what you talked about with the priest last night, but I think you have mastered a lot of things, so be it, you continue to ask me what you don't know and don't understand, and I will answer you further." Lird nodded in agreement, and this method was indeed beneficial to him, allowing him to better sort out the information and clues in his head.

Without hesitation, Lird took the lead in asking his father the question he was most concerned about: "Father, does that [power] really exist in your body?"

Pym had expected this question and nodded calmly, "That's right. ”

Seeing his father's confession, Lird opened his mouth and fell silent, feeling this helpless despair every time he confirmed the news of one of the other through his father or the maiden's sacrifice.

In fact, neither of these two men has ever spoken to himself, and it is clear that neither of them is a lie, but it is their honesty that makes Lird feel extremely distressed and hopeless, and he has found that the more he comes into contact with the truth, the more he faces despair, and sometimes he even feels that sooner or later he will be completely "overwhelmed" by this despair.

While receiving an affirmative answer, Lird wanted to ask the next question, but he didn't say it for a long time, Pym saw his son's concerns, and then smiled: "Do you want to ask... Am I in some way an ancient 'god'?"

Lird was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

Pym sighed and said, "Theoretically... I guess so. ”

Then Pym laughed and said: "Doesn't it feel a little funny, this old man with the so-called 'divine power', in the end, he can't even control his own life, and he can only rely on other people's treatment to survive, what kind of god is such a 'god'?"