That's a problem...... You'll have to ask Gray himself, right?

If it weren't for the family of the creator god, Hrista wouldn't have the heart to care about this matter.

As for the Seven Divine Envoys......

Hrista let out a soft "snort".

I remember that not long ago, the ruling oracle seemed to have changed...... I'm just looking for the dead one to ask for a question.

Find a time to go back -

She looked at the cards in her hand, as if thinking about something, and raised her eyes: "If it's okay, just step down." ”

The two also understood that their god was not in the mood to play poker, so they put the cards down.

"That...... Zitang Fantasy, you don't have to help anymore. The purple-haired man hesitated for a moment and said.

Christa nodded expressionlessly, not asking why.

I wasn't much interested in Zitang Phantom's affairs, but I was just entrusted by him to help Zitang Phantom more.

Otherwise...... She only helped once.

Although I only helped once, I got good "results".

The two knelt down on one knee, bowed their heads, and disappeared into golden light.

She turned her head away, glanced at the fire, and then at the playing cards in her hand and on the ground.

Christa picked up the playing cards on the ground and threw them into the fire.

The fire shook a little and burned a little brighter.

*

The floor below is pure white, so white that it is a little dazzling, and in addition to the bottom, the front and back and left and right are also black and the top.

Here, there are many golden butterflies that flock to Khrista.

And the outermost part of the golden butterfly, there is a huge number of black butterflies.

The black butterflies crowded the golden butterflies, as if they wanted to meet the so-called gods.

They will never see God in their lifetime.

For a filthy soul cannot approach God.

That is blasphemy against God.

But they still want to see God, even if it's just one side.

The number of golden butterflies is not inferior to that of black butterflies, and with the "favor" of God, it is impossible for black butterflies to surpass golden butterflies.

The golden butterfly constantly tells her love for her in Hrista.

The sound of chirping, chaos, Christa frowned, but said nothing.

Walking to a door, she paused.

I don't know if it's because of this door, whether it's the golden butterfly or the black butterfly, it has dissipated.

Her eyes fell on the doorknob and she didn't move.

The long eyelashes rise and fall, like the flapping wings of a bird.

Twist the handle.

Click.

The door opened.

What catches your eye is an endless array of glass jars, floating in the air, as if shaken by the wind.

Inside the glass jar were white butterflies—the souls of dead oracles.

When I first chose the right soul of the divine envoy, it was in this place.

This place, in a dark place, gives people a bottomless feeling.

Only the light emitted by the white butterfly can have some light.

Hrista walks through this "sea of jars", looking for something.

Eventually, her eyes fell on a glass jar and she reached for it.

The white butterfly in the glass jar felt the presence of Hrista and immediately flapped its wings.

The wings flapped faster and faster, and it seemed to be pleased with the arrival of Khrista.

Hrista opened the lid, and a white light condensed into the form of a human being.

The man smiled a little tiredly, lowered his eyes, and said in anticipation of something: "I didn't expect you to come to me specifically." ”

This man was the last Judgment Oracle.

There was no expression on Herista's face: "I came to ask you something." ”

He understood, his face had some light, and he said respectfully: "You may ask." ”

At this moment, he felt as if he had returned to the time when he was still alive and as an oracle.

At that time, he was ignorant, and he looked down on him like the seven divine envoys now...... Don't even take the young god in front of you in your eyes.

His eyes were a little sharper, and he sneered inwardly at those who were still oracles.

"The business of the watchman."

Hearing this, he was slightly stunned.

He didn't know why Hrista would ask this.

The watchman clan is the family of the creator god, and it has long been destroyed, and the young god who has never been out of that "space" knows about the existence of the watchman?

He didn't ask Khrista, because it was disrespectful, and calmly stated: "At that time, we planned to ...... the creation god" Suddenly, after a pause, he decided to skip this place, anyway, this kind of thing Khrista himself also knew, if he talked about it more, maybe Khrista would be unhappy.

All along, Khrista has attached great importance to the things of the creator god -

He lowered his head even more, looked a little apologetic, and continued, "After that, we decided to destroy everything related to the creation god...... The Watchmen happen to be the one involved......"

There is no expression on his face, and his heart is as calm as water, thanks to "divinity".

She was a little surprised that she could still be calm in the face of such a thing.

She thought she would be angry or sad because of it.

……

"Emotions lead to errors in judgment, therefore, God, the most taboo thing is to be emotional......"

However, with the divinity we are born with, this problem is solved...... When making judgments, there will be no deviation, which is fair to humans and other living beings. ”

……

Lowering his eyes, Hrista sighed and asked, "Didn't you slip through the net at the beginning?" ”

He didn't even think about it, so he replied, "No." ”

"But now the Watchmen are showing up at the Bump Contest."

"What?!"

"And what are you going to do with it?"

It seems that that the guy was alive with the help of the creator god.

Otherwise, how could Gray have participated in the Bump Contest alive and escaped the sight of the Seven Divine Envoys?

After pondering for a moment, Christa said, "Let's see." ”

Now, Gray's participation in the bump competition is intriguing.

Creator God, why did you help him?

Moreover, the creator god did not tell her anything about the watchmen.

After all, I still have to find Gray to know......

But does he look like someone who can answer this question?

Hrista remembered him in the Bump Hall.

Draw a conclusion: is a very cold person......

Also, the clan was destroyed, if he was like that stupid boy in Kim, it would be abnormal.

Can only be forced to read memory?

Then make it mandatory.

Hrista closed the lid on the glass jar, and as soon as he let go, the jar floated in the air.

She turned and walked away.

It was quiet all around, and only the footsteps of Khrista could be heard.

As the footsteps grew softer and softer, until they disappeared, her figure vanished.