Demigods (13) (Page 1/1)

It's a little uncomfortable, at least I'm starting to lose track of what's true and what's false.

The scene in front of me didn't feel like it was fabricated, and it was so clear that it was imprinted in front of my eyes.

The black-robed prayer chanted the inaudible incantation, the candle flame and the cross.

It was a little familiar with the scene, but I was sure it was the first time I had seen it.

I think of something, I seem to have heard someone talk about this picture.

Some memories came out of my mind clearly, and I closed my eyes and recalled an experience.

Even though I closed my eyes, I could still feel the chanting and fluttering flames in front of me.

But none of that matters anymore, my mind is no longer here. I remembered a gathering half a century ago, when there were about a thousand demigods.

It took a morning to change everyone's faces, and then watched everyone gather together.

I was greeted by a drunken maniac who was being teased and told his story.

After all, everyone seems to be a demigod, but I remember him getting drunk at the beginning.

Very few demigods will speak out about their abilities, because the more clearly they say themselves, the more dangerous they are for themselves.

And what the drunkard is talking about is his own ability, the ability to predict what will happen in a week. At that time, there were other demigods who teased him and asked him where he would be a week later?

The drunken maniac laughed and said, "If I stop drinking now, my leg will be bandaged with gauze in a week." Then I was uncomfortable watching the sunset on the beach, and I didn't know when I would be fine. ”

Everyone originally wanted to ask something, looking for an angle to embarrass the drunken maniac.

The drunken maniac took another sip and said with a smile, "Now the gauze on the leg is gone." ”

After saying that, the drunken maniac got drunk, and everyone had to spread out and have other fun. And I took a keen interest in the drunken maniac and waited for him to wake up.

The drunken maniac woke up claiming to be Jesus and asked me if I knew the Bible.

I nodded, there were only a few people who didn't know about it, let alone us demigods.

My thoughts about the Bible were simple. The Bible estimates which demigod used to create the ruling class, and the drunken maniac in front of him laughs again and says that he is the author and disseminator of the Bible.

Come to think of it, Jesus and the Bible are indeed a good match.

The drunken maniac and my god babbled about the stories of the Bible, and he said that God is just like us. Even Adam, Eve, Moses, Michael, Lucifer, etc., were demigods, and these words are similar to my perception, so I didn't refute them.

But the drunken maniac's later remarks were a bit funny, and he said that everyone had nothing to do when they got together. The man named Moses began to write biographies, biography in the form of a competition.

A book is used to ridicule who has children, and who has the most children.

At that time, a group of demigods gathered together and began to record them in their own names. Later, I was afraid that my memory would be messed up, so I used the initials of my name to record it.

Every time a child is born, the record is continued under the name that is still there. For the sake of memorization, so that the statistics will not be wrong. In the end, Adam won, and his book remained. And now most of the human race is still his son.

The book finally came to me, and I rearranged it with oil and vinegar and the Bible was born. The drunken maniac took another sip after speaking, laughing and trying to clink glasses with me, but I refused.

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