Meanwhile, to the east of Jerusalem, the suspended continent called Eushennas.

There is a huge statue towering into the sky, and in terms of height alone, the Cathedral of Jerusalem on the main continent is much inferior to her, this statue can be called a behemoth.

This is the statue of the goddess of wisdom of the New God Cult, the young and beautiful goddess of wisdom with wings on her back, holding a canon in one hand and a balance in the other, looking into the distance, her eyes full of hope.

It's an inexplicable feeling, but anyone who sees her eyes will be attracted and infected by her gaze, but they don't know why they see this hope on a statue. As a sculptor, to be able to carve out people's eyes is simply amazing, needless to say, this is also the creation of the mind ability, and only the mind ability can create such a miraculous work. It is also art that can only be found in Jerusalem.

The entire architecture of Jerusalem is the creation of telekinesis, but on this colossal statue, the founders clearly put more effort into it.

For such a huge statue, one can only look at it from a distance, but not up close, because at her feet, no matter which angle you look at, you can't see her in its entirety. If you live on the continent of Oceanus, you probably won't realize for the rest of your life that the huge and towering circular building you surround every day is a statue.

Fortunately, the continent of Jerusalem was suspended, and when Oshennas was far away from the main continent, one could see the whole picture of the holy goddess of wisdom and her deep eyes that loomed in the clouds and mist, bathed in the morning light.

She was dressed in an elegant Greek dress, where every fold was clear and orderly, elegant and natural.

Inside a tiny fold in the corner of her floor-sweeping skirt is a seven-story spiral staircase. It turns out that the statue itself is also a building with an interior space.

A dim chandelier hangs from the ceiling, and on the mottled wall next to the staircase, a small oil painting hangs on each floor, most of which depicts the story of the creation of the new gods, an allusion to the holy scriptures.

The spiral staircase relies on these wall decorations to mark the floors so that visitors don't get dizzy.

The stairs lead to a wooden door, and a middle-aged man is trotting all the way up the stairs to the door, beads of sweat on his forehead.

The man is dressed in a strong suit, with broad shoulders and a broad back, and his body is very strong, except for his not so straight back, he still has a bit of youthful vitality.

But going up to the seventh floor in one breath is still a little unbearable for a person of his age.

He hurried up to the seventh floor, pushed open the wooden door of white cedar, and saw a simple small room, a lighthouse-like interior space, a seven-story spiral staircase spiraling up, a dim chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and a small oil painting hanging on each floor of the mottled wall beside the staircase.

The man took a deep breath and performed another seven spins. Along the way, he noticed the oil painting on the wall, which still painted the story of the creation of the new gods, which is an allusion to the holy scriptures. Ten minutes later, sweating profusely, he came to a wooden door made of white fir wood.

When I opened the door, it was still a simple small room, a lighthouse-like interior space, a seven-story spiral staircase spiraling upwards, a dim chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and a small oil painting hanging on each floor of the mottled wall next to the staircase.

He didn't go any further, though from the exterior of the statue it was large enough to accommodate many of these seven-story spiral staircases. But this cannot be the real structure inside this statue.

He kept spinning in place, returning to the bottom of the spiral staircase every time he pushed open the door. It all starts over and over again.

"Natalie, is this how you greet an old friend?" the man spoke, his voice hoarse and dry, like strings pulling on dead wood, a voice that betrayed his age.

"Did you invade all the way here to see an old friend?" a crisp female voice sounded at the end of the stairs. It was the executive of Jerusalem, Natalie who was able to communicate with everyone.

Her voice was still so cold and cold, but it didn't have the monotonous mechanical sense of communicating with Snow Marks.

"You've finally appeared, and I'm still thinking that I'll have to break through a few more layers of logic before I can see you. The man was no longer in a hurry, and he walked slowly up the spiral staircase.

"What are you going to do?"

"Oh, smart little Natalie, you should know. I'm here to get back what I deserve. ”

"There is nothing yours in Jerusalem, and all that the gods have made, is the property of the gods. ”

"The gods are long gone, and believers still have to survive in this cruel world. ”

The man spun up the first staircase, glanced at the oil painting on the wall, and now he was unhurried to notice what was in the painting, which was the story of the creation of the mind recorded in the holy scriptures: five new gods rescued the people in the apocalypse, and a huge mushroom cloud in the background symbolized the destruction of the world.

"I know what you want, but what you can't get, you know, it's integrated into the flow of data in Jerusalem, it's no longer tangible. Even if you invade the heart of Jerusalem, you won't be able to separate it from the data. ”

"No, I can, I've found a way, and that way is in the basic rules of Jerusalem. Although it always flows with the data, I have positioned it in this way and I know that it is in the arena now. I'll lock it in the arena and take it out. ”

The second painting depicts the scorched earth of the world after the end of the world, and the god of abundance irrigates the earth with his own blood, reviving the land and allowing crops to grow.

"Then it's even more unlikely, the arena is running. You can't make it stop, you can't even influence it from the outside. ”

"There are exceptions to everything, are they, and I am no less familiar with Jerusalem than you are. Now that I'm here, I'm completely prepared, that's right, the arena is a closed system, unilateral external destruction is impossible to break through the security system, I know, to lock it and take it out, you must have your permissions, and there must be instructions from the central control room, and...... Collaboration of people in the venue. ”

"Could it be ......" Natalie's voice had a subtle hint of unease.

"Yes, I have an internal response in the field, and the central control room is not a problem, I am here to obtain your permission now. ”

The third painting shows the goddess of life healing people's wounds.

As he walked, the man inserted silver cones into the stairs.

"You can't do that, that's God's heritage, it's not yours. Natalie panicked.

"That's my legacy. You're the ones who keep it for yourself!"

The fourth painting shows Lady Liberty helping people rebuild their country.

"Mortals who do not accept the guidance of the gods have to pay the price for their greed. Since you're so persistent, then I can't let you go any further. Natalie's tone became cold.

"Oh, are you going to play the trick of the dead loop again? ”

As soon as the words fell, the entire staircase flashed with lightning, and a cluster of electricity rushed from the bottom to the top, along the sharp cone inserted by the man on the staircase.

A muffled snort from the top floor was heard.

In the fifth painting, the god of love gives hope to the infertile that humanity can continue to reproduce.

"Ah, my dear little Natalie, once the cycle of death is broken at the time of formation, the mind cannot be channeled into the ring structure, and then it will cause backlash. Not only can't you trap me now, but on the contrary, you yourself are trapped. The man leaned out of the handrail and glanced at the top floor, shaking the cone on his hand, "This is my newly designed anti-locking logic chain, how about it?" ”

Natalie didn't respond. Apparently, the cone-like contraption that the man had arranged in advance had caused her a lot of trouble.

In the sixth painting, the god of wisdom teaches the world how to use the mind.

The man drew a dagger as he walked, a serpentine dagger.

He rolled up his sleeves, and the tattoos on his arms were neatly aligned, black vertical strips of varying thicknesses, a unique data code that could be parsed into some kind of information in the once-glorious human civilization before the end of the world.

"Natalie, I'm here, are you ready?"

In the seventh painting, the gods bequeath their legacies to the world. The gods have wings on their backs, fly to heaven, and sprinkle several points of light on the earth, which is the seed of mental power, and the hope that guides the future of mankind, and is the legacy of God.

Next to the painting is the mottled white cedar wooden door.

The man pushed open the wooden door, and behind it was no longer a looping staircase.