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Not seeking is a kind of persistence, a kind of stubbornness, and a kind of extravagant spirit.

But perhaps, not asking for it is also a kind of cowardice, a kind of humble cowardice.

For example, Condi's non-seeking may never be a luxurious spirit, but a humble self-protection.

He doesn't ask for it, it's not really how noble he is, it's not really the same as he imagined, how sensible, how noble.

He doesn't ask for it, just because, he's afraid of being rejected...

Because of low self-esteem, I don't even dare to pray.

Being rejected by others, Condi can also despise it, thinking that it is a human mistake, and it is the root of human inferiority that causes people to be unreasonable, and can even hate it because of this, and vent the anger in his heart.

Being rejected by God, especially by the God of his own faith, is probably the end for a person like Condy, which will make him lose everything and lose all his spiritual sustenance.

"My God! I am thy eyes, thy ears, thy hands! ”

"You walked in heaven and looked at me. I walk among men, looking up at you. ”

"I would like to be a shepherd and guard the flock for you."

Condi muttered to himself.

It was a prayer he had never used, and it was a beautiful word that he had despised so much that it was ridiculous to hear, and it was finally uttered today.

Of course, he has always stubbornly believed that he is still different from the woman he hated before.

Because the other person is just talking to himself, just mentally hypnotizing the self, or just acting for others, and God hears his voice.

Somewhere in the City of Steel, a golden figure stood in front of the window, looking out and looking down.

On that handsome face, the cold and hard lines softened slightly, and the man showed a slight smile.

"Phillips, how does level 6 feel?"

The Iron God stepped out of the darkness, the aura of magic making him look like he was clad in a layer of holy light.

It's just that compared to the former genius god in front of him, the appearance of the Steel City still looks a little inferior.

"It feels good."

Phillips smiled faintly and said, and it was clear that he had not been so happy in a long time.

Level 6, for most evolutionaries, is a realm that can only be reached in dreams.

Level 5 is a god, and level 6 is a god. Even in the City of Steel, level 6 is a true god level.

But for the former Dharma God, Phillips, who had reached level 5 before the great changes of the earth, this was just a realm that should have been reached a long time ago, and it was a low-hanging fruit, and the reason why it has been delayed until now is only because he hopes that his future future will be a little brighter.

So, he was silent for a hundred years!

Finally, he did it, and got the greatest reward, the best gift.

Today's knife test, it is really good, listening to the thunder in a silent place, this is the means of the true God.

Shinto, which has never been tried, is also novel.

Phillips thought silently, glad he had made the decision.

The god of steel walked indifferently to the window and looked at the tiny buildings stretching below.

Directly in the direction of the window, there is a temple in the distance where you can feel the majestic atmosphere even from a high vantage point.

That's its temple, even if the projection of the real world is less than 1/10,000th of the real one, it is already very large and extraordinary.

"He's the one you chose to save the world?"

The Iron God seemed a little surprised.

Phillips walked over to the Iron God and stood side by side with him, looking out.

"Not bad."

"Although he is still very weak, both physically and mentally, he is very small."

"But I'm sure he'll grow up."

"You can't just look at the surface of everything."

Phillips said meaningfully.

The Iron God glanced at him.

In the past, this Dharma God would always stand behind him unconsciously, and even if he stood together, he would naturally show the difference between respect and inferiority. Could it be that just a level of improvement can make people change dramatically from body to mind?

"If it weren't for your explanation, I would have thought that you would have been so dismissive of my plan that you would have taken a random fish as a mistake."

The god of steel said lightly, unable to hear the joy or anger.

Phillips smiled, not the slightest nervous or gaffe.

"You are the Lord God, and I am from God."

"Although you and I belong to the upper and lower levels, our actual status is equal, and now that we are in the same god system, we are both proud and lossy."

"So, even if it's a plan you made personally, if I think it's inappropriate, I will definitely put it forward directly, and I won't go against it."

"And now that I have accepted your plan, I will definitely do my best to cooperate, and there is absolutely no reason for perfunctory."

"Don't believe it, you see—"

Phillips lifted his hand and pointed at the tiny figure.

The god of steel also looked in that direction, his eyes cold.

He's always been like this, and he's indifferent to everything. Or maybe at this moment, his eyes were a little colder. Who knows.

In the temple, Condy, who was hit by a pie for the first time in his life, had not had time to digest this flying Hengfu, and another big pie fell in the sky, almost killing and flattening him!

In reality, Condi's performance was naturally not so unbearable, and he was directly paralyzed into a meatloaf, but his face was also pale, his hands trembled, his eyes were protruding, and he looked overly frightened.

The others didn't know why, they were very stunned, and they couldn't figure it out, but they didn't know that Condi was shocked because of the abnormal growth of his personal contributions!

Rub and go!

The data, which has always been below the horizontal line, suddenly began to grow by leaps and bounds, like taking an aphrodisiac or riding a rocket.

Condi has been a resident of the Steel City for more than a decade, but his personal contributions have never been much, reaching the triple digits and rarely hovering at a minimum, just because he never accepts tasks or jobs that are too risky, and he has little talent in his own right.

People like Condi can't be said to be absent in the City of Steel, but there are not many of them.

He had always dreamed that he would wake up one day and suddenly find that his contribution value had skyrocketed, and he could immediately redeem many things that he had dreamed of.

Now that his dream has come true, he is scared!

As the data jumped again and again, with the increase of single digits, Condi's eyelids also jumped, and later, even the green tendons on his forehead were about to break!

Thump!

The data finally stopped beating and stopped at a number that made him dizzy.

Condi, who had just been in the spotlight for his miracles, sat on the ground without an image, causing an uproar around him.

He couldn't hear anything, he couldn't see anything, he couldn't think of anything.

Condi was like drinking ten catties and two pots, and the whole person was dizzy.

In his head, it was as if a voice was telling him that this was God's reward for him, an upfront reward, or investment, for the task he was about to perform.

And what blessed him at this moment was not the god of iron that he and the people around him thought he had believed, but the god of the god of steel, the god of the gods, allies, and collaborators!

Condi didn't know what the god of Arcane was, but Wings of Arcana had heard of it. It was a special team in the City of Steel, and it was said that all of them were composed of people with legal abilities above level 5, and they were the arms of the gods, and Condi didn't know if that was true.

As for the god of arcangue...

I haven't heard of it.

Don't know the god of arcanda? What does it matter!

Condi has always considered himself a pure man, a simple man, a noble man, and a pure man.

He felt that these were not conflicting, and that they could coexist.

He firmly believes that it is a truth that those who are good and evil are evil, and he believes that it is his code of conduct that the mighty cannot be lewd and the rich cannot be bent.

But he didn't know that when the real mountains of gold and silver were in front of him, he suddenly found that there was no difference between himself and the people he once despised!

He's also greedy, he's realistic, he's... Soft bones!

He also knows how to eat people with a soft mouth and short hands. He also knows how to avoid the enemy's edge and not compete with the powerful.

What is good and evil is me, and what grievances and grievances are clear, are just a good excuse. No matter how shameless things are, once they fall into the mouths of some people who can speak well, they can also become heroic behaviors, which is the art of language.

To put it bluntly, there are not many noble people in this world.

Everyone wants others to be good to themselves, and they all hope that they can take advantage of themselves, everyone is like this, more or less, or moderate, or think that their selfishness is great, for relatives and friends, for the country and the nation, for xxx, or think that selfishness is selfishness, and it doesn't matter if you are shameless.

In short, as long as interests still exist, nobility can only be squeezed to the margins, or it has been packaged, and can be linked to interests.

The god of arcane? Very good! If you treat me so favorably, even if you believe in the god of arcane, what does it matter?

Anyway, it's not also a subordinate god and ally of the Iron God, it's all a god, and the family doesn't speak two words.

As for whether it was right or not, whether this god said it was true or not, and where it was sacred, Condi didn't think so much about it.

If it is better for itself, it should give a greater reward, isn't this the truth he believes in?

That's the truth.

Even Condi himself was not sure that if there was such a person outside the Steel City, he would be willing to smash him with such a great benefit and ask him to betray the Steel City.

His "steadfast" faith, his "noble" spirit, his... How long can the fragile bottom line last?

Condi didn't know, he didn't want to think about those things at all!

He only knew that the god of Ofa gave him all this, it was the god of Ofa who made his life shine again, and it was the god of Ofa who wanted to praise him as a savior, so what was wrong with him believing in the god of Ofa?

The God of Steel gave him a new life, but that was in the past, and it was not the God of Steel who gave him a new life, but a follower of the God of Steel.

Say a thousand things and ten thousand, everyone should look forward, shouldn't they?