How long does it take to go from heaven to hell?

For Claremont, it was just a matter of moments.

When he fell to his knees and confessed in front of so many people, and lifted the deceptive spell that had been applied to those women, the beautiful vision he had promised to the villagers and the worship and faith of the villagers in him were gone.

Can you be forgiven by admitting your mistakes?

The world is far less tender and naïve.

When those women woke up and thought that the good life they should have had and the future of staying with their true loved ones for a lifetime was shattered, they realized for the first time that their husbands were not as handsome and majestic as they imagined......

There are not a few people who broke down on the spot and left crying.

When the men began to panic when they found out that their wives did not love them at all, that they were not the bewildered ones that the Great Sage had said, and that they were about to leave, they began to panic, and finally found that they could not stop them at all, and that they were likely to be accused of being abductors, the simple villagers finally let out their anger.

When the children stood in the middle of the arguing and crying adults, they were at a loss, and then they saw the parents who threw stones at them, or even threw their fists directly at the old man, and the image of the once great old man in the minds of these children collapsed.

"Okay?"

Anthony looked at the bleak scene, who would have thought that these people might have gathered for a winter festival ten minutes ago?

"This is the reality, it may be painful, cruel, but it is also real, of course I can pretend that I didn't see anything, and let these people continue to immerse themselves in this beautiful dream, but this is unfair to the relatives and friends of those women, and it is also unfair to themselves, as I said before, Claremont, not qualified to make a choice for them!"

This is the principle, and Donald will never make concessions, he will not allow Claremont to deceive these people, and he will not allow him to continue to expand his power in this way, causing more family suffering.

It's just that Donald didn't sit idly by and watch these people beat Claremont to death, for these villagers, he may no longer be worthless, but for Donald, this former great sage has many secrets that he wants to explore.

Summoning a layer of energy shield outside Claremont's body, the villagers naturally understood Donald's meaning, and they did not dare to offend this stranger who could summon terrifying monsters, so they could only turn their anger elsewhere.

For example, the church of the god of harvest and hunting.

There was a sound of smashing in the village all night, and Claremont just fell to his knees in the snow, not saying a word.

It was only after dawn that Donald led Claremont back to the church that carried his glory and desire to become a god.

The rejuvenated church, which had been cleaned only yesterday at noon, was now in ruins, with broken windows and everything inside destroyed, even the stone bricks on the ground with numerous cracks, and a few marks of hammer strikes.

Claremont sat on the half-left pews at the front of the church hall, his head bowed, and Donald sat beside him.

The delicate robes on his body had been stained with dust and grass blades, and the old man, who had been in good spirits, now looked like a withered face, as if he might leave this world at any time.

"Hate?"

Donald asked after a long silence as he looked at the stone sculpture in front of him that only left the lower half of his body.

"Hate what?"

Claremont's voice was a little slurred, as if there was phlegm in his throat, and he couldn't spit it out or swallow it.

"You've always been thinking about them, haven't you? You have led this village to prosperity for the past few years, and although you have deceived them, your merits are indelible, and they are ...... to you so much now."

"Actually, I hate you even more, I hate that you have come here and ruined my wishes...... It should be said that it was a dream, and it ruined their dreams, in fact, I also knew that I couldn't become a god, my ability was too weak, and after operating for so long, in the end, I was just barely able to achieve some changes around this village. ”

Having been destroyed by someone who had destroyed all his hard work, it was impossible for Claremont to have no anger in his heart.

It's just that now that he has lost the faith of those people outside, he is just an ordinary old man now, and he no longer has any strength to speak of.

"What am I doing wrong? I just want these poor people to have a good life, I give them everything I can, and I just want to be a god in their hearts, even if it's just these people, I'm still satisfied, you say I'm cheating them, but those ...... Which of the true gods has fulfilled the promises they have made to the believers? Are they as good as I have done? Why should I be treated like this!"

Claremont's fist slammed into the nearby stubble, blood slowly trickling down the edge of the thorn from the broken flesh.

Did he say it wrong?

Has the God of Justice fulfilled the vision of eternal righteousness?

Has Mother Earth fulfilled her vision of ending hunger?

There is also the god of storms, the god of morning light, the goddess of the silver moon...... Has the bright future they painted for believers come true?

Some would say that they are still trying.

But more people know that as long as human beings are still in this world, how can they realize those futures that they know are full of false and empty when they hear about it.

Maybe it's really only in dreams?

"So what you're doing was wrong from the start, think about those orthodox sects, which god have you ever seen stay with believers all day?"

Distance produces beauty, this sentence is not bad at all, the closer it is, the entanglement will arise, once there is a staggering of interests between each other, the darkness of the human heart will be far beyond imagination, Donald glanced at the thoughtful old man, and then said,

"Claremont, you are too close to them, you care for them like an old father, and become all their dependence, this practice will make you a great sage, but it will never give you the possibility of becoming a god, because their respect for you is the respect of the younger generation for the elders or the worship of seeing idols......"

"To take the simplest example, I don't know if you have ever seen the fishermen on the seaside, most of them believe in the lord of the storm or the god of the water element, those two represent the sea, every time the large fleet goes out to sea, they have to carry out the most pious sacrifices, or with cattle and sheep, or with a grand ball, or with bloody gladiatorial battles, after going out to sea, sometimes the harvest is very rich, some people think that this is their sacrifice to get the affirmation of the gods, after going back, they must be full of joy and then express their piety to the gods, what is this called, this is called the grace of the gods like the sea, sometimes they go to sea and encounter storms and tsunamis, and they have no money, do you think they will blame these two godsThey will only think that they have done something wrong to provoke the anger of the gods, and then they will worship the gods with ten times and a hundred times more devotion to the gods.

In fact, the sea is there, and the gods in the starry sky are not unable to give or intimidate them, but if they don't have to, how can they bother with these ants?

"That's ...... so"

"So that's it?"

"I see!"

The three words were exactly the same, but Claremont's expression changed from gloom to doubt, from doubt to determination, and finally to sadness.

After a long time, I just said: "But I don't have time anymore......"

Before the words fell, Claremont's figure became more and more rickety, and the wrinkles on his face became more and more profound.

"Tell me everything you know, how did you manage to control those energies? Don't tell me any talent...... You're not gifted at all, and you've never been an alien, have you?"

Looking back at the bright sky outside, Donald stopped going around the bend with Claremont, and directly stated the real reason why he was willing to sit with the old man until now.

"You want to know...... Why should I tell you that I myself was a victim of that thing, and I had harmed so many villagers, and handed over to you, a person who is far superior to me in strength and wisdom?"

Claremont turned to look at Donald with a hint of stubbornness and persistence in his eyes.

"I'm going to slaughter the villagers outside, and I'll come back to you and ask you, do you want to gamble that I can't make a move?"

Donald didn't leave Claremont any room to spare, and then said,

"You should understand that it doesn't belong to you, that you die with it, there is no point, and I won't let you do that unless you destroy it now, if you can do it...... Don't tell me that you're hiding it somewhere else, something so important, you shouldn't let it get too far away from you, right?"

In fact, Donald was aware in the mountains and forests, Claremont's control of energy did not show any external skills, as if those energies were born to obey his orders, which was not normal.

"What do you want it to do, and you want to be a god too?"

"Become a god...... If you think it's so easy to become a god, think so. ”

If it is said that it is possible to become a god by relying on a certain object or some kind of ritual, how can there be only so few gods in the starry sky?

After all, Claremont was once just a vagabond, and his understanding of gods was actually very shallow.

He may have thought of himself as a god at some point, but in reality he was just a mortal with some magical powers.

Otherwise, how could it be that even an awakened-level alien could not be compared......

Donald's conversation with Claremont continued until noon that day.

Once again, the sunny weather disappeared, but instead of snowfall, it was a winter rain.

When Donald left the church, he had an old book in his hand, and there was still a slight look of surprise on his face.

Behind him, Claremont was still seated on a bench.

silently.

His life passed with his dreams.