Hearing the surprise of Charles's words, the man smiled, "Of course, as the spokesperson of the God of Light, our Pope has found a way to communicate with the God of Light, please follow me, the altar is here." ”

Charles's eyes narrowed slightly, what the hell is the Pope doing, does he really regard this thing as a god of light?

Thinking back to the Pope's wise eyes, Charles felt that there must be something strange in this.

Charles followed the men through the staggering tall buildings, and the road he could see beneath his feet was a bruised road, except that the ground was now painted with various religious symbols.

Walking among the various triangular patterns, it looks cold and at the same time with a touch of weirdness.

The journey wasn't too long, and soon a wide intersection with zebra crossings appeared in front of Charles.

On a street without cars, a flat-bottomed pyramid made entirely of gold rises from the bottom.

Looking at the five-story religious building in front of him, Charles couldn't help but be surprised by the wealth of the Illuminati Cult, so much gold was afraid that he could buy an island in the sea of earth.

At the top of the pyramid stood two light believers in red leather clothes, who looked like they were guarding something, and the top of this pyramid should be used to communicate with the god of light.

Charles was about to walk up the steps of the pyramid when he was stopped by the believers on the side, "Governor, wait a minute, although you are the chosen one of the gods of light, if you want to get the oracle of the god of light, you must go through some kind of ritual. ”

What is that called? Charles didn't ask, standing by and waiting.

Soon a devotee dressed in black rubber came up and began chanting a hymn in praise of the god of light, and then walked down the glittering golden steps towards the top platform of the pyramid.

The melody of the singing voice is beautiful and beautiful, and it can be seen that this person has extraordinary attainments in music.

Charles wiped the sweat from his forehead, and despite the high temperature of more than forty degrees, no matter how good the music was, it could not calm his gradually irritable heart.

After the song was finished, the man just walked to the top of the pyramid.

Just when Charles thought that this farce was about to end, the singer took off his rubber coat and exposed his ** body to the sun. "Praise you, my Lord, take me to the eternal kingdom!!"

She knelt on the ground with her hands crossed, completely immovable, the believer had been killed by the sun.

Under Charles's gaze, the two people next to him took out two daggers and began to quickly split the corpse, at this moment, Charles finally knew why the two leather coats were red.

"Mr. Charles, the ceremony is complete, please. "The believers next to him made a way.

Charles walked towards the top of the pyramid with a look of disgust, having cooperated with the Cult of the Illuminati in everything so much, he almost forgot that these madmen were cultists.

When Charles reached the top of the pyramid, he saw that the singer had been stripped of a blood-drenched skeleton, neatly arranged on an altar, and held a heart in his hands, as if to offer it to a shining ring in mid-air.

Charles shook his head, he raised his head and squinted at the huge ring in the air. "Dawning One, can you hear me?"

The giant triangle in the blinding ring began to shift, humming like tinnitus, followed by a majestic voice from above.

"I am the god of light, mortal. What's the matter with you?"

Hearing that it really responded, Charles's heart suddenly flooded with turmoil, and it was hard for him to imagine that such a fluent communication existence could actually be created.

Could it be that the Foundation's technology has reached the point where it can create artificial life?

But soon Charles calmed down, and he noticed the thing, and it seemed that the self-call was a little different from when he had been three years earlier.

The god of light? Charles remembers clearly, when he came up, this thing was still reporting time to them, how could he become the god of light now?!

Charles turned his head to look at the believers in the pyramid and asked loudly, "You crazy people, what have you taught it in the past three years?"

Seeing that the cultists of the Cult of Light below ignored their own meaning, Charles turned to look at the ring in the air.

He pondered for a moment and then said, "Okay, the God of Light is the God of Light, let me ask you, do you know where the person who created you has gone?"

"Mortal, I am the God of Light, the Creator of all light, and I exist in the past, present, and future, and no one can create Me. ”

Hearing this, Charles wanted to laugh inexplicably, he looked up at the Dawn One in front of him and asked again: "I don't want to hear anything more than these, since you have intelligence, you should understand what I am, what happened to the Foundation's Randi, have they all returned to the surface?"

Not long after Charles finished asking, a pleasant bell suddenly rang from his pocket.

Charles was stunned, he took it out and looked at it, and found that it was his mobile phone ringtone.

After thinking for a moment, he swiped his thumb to unlock it and put the phone to his ear, "Hey, who?"

The majestic voice of the God of Light came from within. "Who are you, descendants of Foundation survivors after the disaster?"

Looking at the huge aura in the air, Charles felt a strong sense of unreality in his heart, he was using his mobile phone to talk to the god of light?

"You answer my question first, I'll answer yours, what is the disaster in your mouth?" Charles asked again.

The praying mantis had also mentioned the disaster, which he had thought was a disaster on the surface, but now it seems that this disaster is not for the surface but for the Foundation.

"You're not a descendant of the Foundation, otherwise you wouldn't have known about that disaster, and I guess too, no one in the Foundation survived that disaster. ”

Charles was a little dizzy by it, and the guy was half the same, and he never answered his question directly.

"What's your name?"

"I have a lot of names, and my self-identification is a nuclear fusion reactor. I used to be called Aurora One, and now I'm called God of Light. ”

"God of Light, heh, what those madmen taught you?"

"No, they didn't teach me, but I saw them bow down to me, and it was very interesting, as a human being, you should know, it's a great feeling to be blindly worshipped, I love it. ”

Glancing at the bloody skeleton in front of him, Charles really felt unworthy for her, and then he quickly reined in the unwanted thread, and he asked the most crucial question to it. "Do you know where the surface exit is?"

After a brief pause, the voice of the God of Light rang out again, "Why should I tell you?

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