"Hah...... Ha...... Ha ......" was like Charles in a bath, trembling and bending over and gulping for air.

He remembered, the erased memory was remembered by him, he had seen the god.

The huge yellow eyeball under the water is Yidik, and it is not a hallucination that his body changed that day, and he is the one who became his chosen one that day!

Looking at Charles, who was very embarrassed next to him, the Pope did not panic at all, and ate his eggs slowly.

At the end of eating, he even pinched the broken eggshell floating in the air into powder and stuffed it into his mouth, without wasting a bit.

"Him...... Why did He choose me to be His Chosen One?" Charles turned to look at the Pope.

The Pope chewed and swallowed the contents of his mouth thoroughly, "Is it appropriate for me to ask about this? You are his Cultist, you ask me?"

Charles touched the sweat on his face with his hand and shook it hard, "How do I know, who knows what this thing is thinking! I'm not a believer in him at all!"

Seeing Charles's appearance, the Pope's face with old age spots was very proud

Looking at him like that, Charles had a hint of coldness on his face. "What do you have to be proud of. ”

"Hehe, of course I'm proud, sure enough, the great God of Light is not something that a mess of gods can compare, it's really good that I can become the chosen one of the God of Light. Hahaha!"

Seeing Charles's expression getting more and more ugly, the Pope leaned slightly to the side.

"Do you think your god cares if you believe in him or not?

"What do you mean?"

"It seems that you still don't know much about your god, and anyone who worships Yidiq will be destroyed, and he has never needed the humble faith of man. ”

"You can become his chosen one, it only means that he has watched you for some reason, maybe just such a simple gaze has given you some kind of special power, this power you have not yet mastered, maybe when you completely master it, you will have more power than me. ”

Charles raised his hand and looked at his palm in silence, as if he saw the tentacles with triangular eyeballs mixed with mucus under the skin slowly wriggling.

"Of course, this matter cannot be explained simply by good and bad things, although the Chosen are extremely rare, but the Chosen are also different, such as my great God of Light, He is selfless, He is good, He has given me a long life and great power, as for you, ......"

Speaking of this, the Pope looked at Charles carefully, and then stretched out his wrinkled right hand and patted Charles on the shoulder.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Tell you one thing, it's not that all gods are as amiable as the gods of light. Being the Chosen One of some evil gods is more like carrying some kind of curse, for example, Swan is technically the Chosen One of the Feasters, do you think, I, you, and him will be the same?"

Charles flashed Swan's creepy change, and the expression on his face became even more ugly.

"Is there a way to solve this state of the Chosen One? For example, the sacrifice of the Photans and the like, to remove the Chosen One. ”

Charles wouldn't want to turn into a monster himself, and if he could turn into an ordinary person, he would rather not have this dangerous force.

"Photanic sacrifices??ignorance!Do you know what the rituals of the gods are used for?Do you really think those gods care about the souls of men?"

Subconsciously, Charles stroked the tattoo on his neck with his hand. Then he said to the Pope, "No, the sacrificial rites of the Photans are obviously very useful. ”

Although the bandage ceremony required sacrifices each time, the desired effect was achieved each time.

There was a hint of disdain on the Pope's face, "If it's useful, it means that the gods of Photan care about them? ”

The Pope grabbed Charles' right hand and floated directly into the air.

The scenery in front of him flashed quickly, and when Charles came to his senses, he found himself being taken to the banana orchard of Hope Island.

Some banana farmers with huge brims on their heads are carefully cutting banana skewers, for fear that the deadly sun will shine on them.

The Pope looked left and right, and pulled Charles to an ant nest, where the worker ants were diligently carrying various things.

"You see, if this time the ants are us and we are the gods now, do you think they will be aware of our existence when we look at these ants?"

"Another example is this. The Pope crouched down, his right hand standing on the path of the ants, and the ants who were carrying the living creatures suddenly became a mess.

"You see, if these ants think like people, what do they think is my finger?"

"For example, my fingers are born with some kind of power. The Pope's fingers cracked slightly, and a soft golden light shot out from it, coating the black and shiny hard shells of the ants around them with a layer of gold.

"If an ant stumbles upon it and can use this power, will they form a sect with my finger as a god?

"As for the Chosen One, it's like I saw an ant and suddenly felt something special about it, and I gave it a little bit of strength. ”

The Pope tapped lightly, and an ant instantly shone with golden light, as if it were made of gold.

The Pope said that he lay down on the ground. "Actually, for me, I may just be here for a while, I don't care what those ants do, and I forgot about that golden ant when I slept. ”

Charles looked at the black ants. "You're saying that the finger-worshipping ants are the followers of the Photanism?"

"No," the Pope shook his head and withdrew his fingers. "I mean, human beings are the same as these ants, they can't understand what they can't understand, they think that for human beings, human life is the most precious, so they sacrifice human life as a sacrifice to the god Photan, thinking that the gods will be very satisfied if they receive the most precious gift. ”

"Those deviants always use what they know to understand their gods, we have our own desires, which means that gods have desires, we have hatred and love, and gods also have loves, and use all kinds of ignorant human knowledge to write stupid myths. ”

"After all, they're just wishful thinking, and if God Phantan is really like me, maybe when he wakes up, he's wondering what the hell is all about the ants around him. ”

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