Welcome to the space carrier Nuwa!"

Inside the aircraft carrier, Nuwa stood in front of Jia Zhengjin and Old Man Moss with a smile.

In the blink of an eye, directly from home to this vast and unfamiliar steel fortress, Old Man Moss fell into a stupor.

Dozens of seconds later, he finally reacted, trembling to the transparent glass window on the edge, and looked down at the city below: "This, what is this?"

"My space carrier," Jia Zhengjin replied, "is Nuwa standing in front of you." I've come from another world, hundreds of years. If you still don't believe me, I can let Nuwa leave this planet and go to the universe for you to enjoy. ”

"No need!" Old Man Moss trembled and stroked the cold metal wall, "This steel fortress is not a product of our world!

"Since you believe me, can you tell me about the gods?"

"There are no gods-related existence in our continent," Old Man Moss turned around and looked at Jia Zhengjin seriously, "Even after living in the mountain clan city for so many years, I haven't heard about gods. ”

"But you obviously know what the word god means!" Jia Zhengjin stared into his eyes.

"That's right!" replied Old Man Moss, trembling, "the gods created the world and then abandoned it. In the absence of gods, hundreds of thousands of years have passed, and few people have remembered the gods!"

"What do you mean?" Jia Zhengjin asked suspiciously.

"When I was very young," Old Man Moss looked at him with a wistful look, "I used to travel to the continent where the mountain tribes lived in order to explore the world. By chance, I met a mysterious Moss man in the city of the hill tribe, and he gave me a very old book with stories about the gods. “

"What about the book?" Jia Zhengjin asked hurriedly.

Old Man Moss shook his head: "In the continent where the mountain clan lives, disasters are repeated. There was a flood that washed away my house and all my possessions, including that book, were taken away by the flood and never to be found. However, I still remember the contents of the book very well. ”

"In other words, there are indeed gods in this world, right?" Jia Zhengjin hurriedly asked.

"A long, long time ago," Old Man Moss turned his back to Jia Zhengjin, "the world has not yet appeared alive, and everywhere is lifeless. One day, a seed fell from the sky and took root in the soil. A magical tree grows and surrounds the whole world. The tree bears a colorful fruit, and when it matures, it gives birth to the first life form, that is, the god of this world!"

Jia Zhengjin listened carefully and did not interject.

"The gods were born and found the world dead and very boring. So in his own image, he cut down the big tree that gave birth to him and carved the earliest mountain tribe. Then he felt that it was not interesting to only have the mountain tribe, so he used the wood of the big tree to carve everything in the world. Moss, Cockroaches, Aqua, Swamp, Deepwater...... In short, everything that exists in this world is carved out by the gods and given life force with divine power. "The world is lively, not dead, full of life." All ethnic groups live in harmony and live happily under the protection of the gods. However......"

"Yet?" Jia Zhengjin looked at Old Man Moss suspiciously.

However, the gods got tired of playing with it after a few hundred years, and he suddenly felt that the world was not interesting. "One day he said, 'The mountain people are the strongest race in the world, and they want to rule the world,' and then he said, 'The war has begun! ’

So the darkest time of this world came, and all the races that had lived in harmony went crazy, fighting under the power of the gods, treating each other as food.

The gods watched the chaos they had created and enjoyed it.

Over time, the gods got bored again. Because the fighting between the various ethnic groups has been fought back and forth without any result.

Therefore, the gods began to create storms, lightning, floods, droughts......

Everything is just so that he can relieve his boredom. ”

The story was a little depressing, and Jia Zhengjin frowned slightly.

"All the races of the world have had enough of the gods taking pleasure of themselves, so they have united in revolt. "However, the power of the gods is unimaginable, so they are brutally suppressed. All living beings had to endure the evil tastes of the gods and live in his misery. Until one day, a mountain tribe called Wisdom appeared. Wisdom himself sought out the gods and used his eloquence to convince the gods to dispel the idea that the gods were amusing the creatures of the world. He was very intelligent, and the gods were easily moved by him, so he exchanged hundreds of years of peace. Until that day, the gods couldn't help but reappear, and he was disgusted with the boring life and once again set off chaos in the world. ”

How does it sound less like a god than a demon?

Jia Zhengjin thought secretly in his heart.

"All the races were in pain, so they found wisdom again and hoped that he would find a way. Old Man Moss said earnestly, "Wisdom sets out again to find the home of the gods. He tricked the gods into their treasure, imprisoned them with it, and threw them into the sun. Since then, the gods have never come out again, only looking at the world from the sun. However, the rules laid down by the gods cannot be restored. As a result, wars between ethnic groups have occurred from time to time and intensified, and each other sees each other as food. Disasters can also occur at any time, hitting any region of the world. But at least, the creatures of this world are still trying to fight, hoping to return to the original peace one day. This is the story of the gods! I remember that at the end of the story, all the tribes agreed not to mention the topic of the gods, and even gave the gods a new name - calamity!"

"Deceived the treasures of the gods, and then imprisoned the gods in turn, and even locked him up in the sun?" Jia Zhengjin felt a little inexplicable, "Is this kind of story true? Also, since they have agreed not to mention the topic of the gods again, how can they record it and be seen by you?"

"The creatures of the world are, after all, created by the gods. Old Man Moss looked back at Jia Zhengjin, "Therefore, it is natural that there are fanatical believers who dedicate their bodies and minds to the gods wholeheartedly. Despite their efforts to hunt down fanatical believers, it is inevitable that some people will slip through the cracks. ”

"In other words, the gods of this world are imprisoned in the sun?" Jia Zhengjin asked.

"No!" Old Man Moss smiled and shook his head.

"Are you kidding me?" Jia Zhengjin was suddenly a little displeased.

"This has another one to do with the gods...... Or the story of the disaster!" the old man Moss smiled and looked at Jia Zhengjin.

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