It is a frenzy of destruction, a rebellion of the world itself against the Creator, who are determined to die like moths in the fire, without wanting anything in return.

The countess stood silently and motionless with Magellan, praying that the frenzy would not notice them, but fortunately the creatures gathered had only the High God in their eyes, and turned a blind eye to them.

Magellan stood on the hillside and watched as the huge ape, like a mountain, walked through the forest, the giant trees snapped and made a loud noise, and the huge goldfinch flew by in the sky, and the shadows flickered.

Indra's wild laughter echoed between heaven and earth, and the dying king of the gods gave up all hope of survival, and the last thing he did before he died was to let a sentence spread throughout his body shrouded in divine power: "If the Supreme God is still there, we will all die!"

Vishnu and Brahma harvested the tide with terrifying power, just as lava flows to the shore when a volcano erupts, and the terrifying heat evaporates all the tides that come near.

But the tide of this rebellion is endless.

The goldfinch was pierced by the vines that rose into the sky, the creation of Brahma, and then the wound healed rapidly, nailing it to the vine like the corpse of a condemned prisoner.

Countless mortals and beasts silently reduced to flesh near the Most High God, a blockade of Vishnu that cost him a pitiful little strength that turned the frenzy into a quiet pool of blood.

But the apes were still roaring, the gods were stirring up the wind and fire, and the brahmins no longer recited the poems in which the gods were the protagonists, but cursed their mouths, and the heavens and the earth reverberated like angry waves.

"Can the created really destroy their creator?"

The countess did not expect an answer to this question, she really just wanted to say something and express her feelings.

"In all stories, the Great Demon King who wants to destroy the world will fail in the end. ”

Magellan smiled and turned to walk down the hill, far from the Supreme God.

"Can the Old Gods really be killed?"

The countess followed Magellan in the direction of the tide, and they struggled through it.

"That's not the old gods, but the delirium and fantasies of countless stupid, lazy humans, and now you know how the gods came to be, right?"

"The combination of the worship of man and the power of the world itself is the real gods," said the countess, who from the outset believed in Magellan's hypothesis, but the search for evidence was too long and tortuous, "When the worship of man turned to more abstract concepts, the gods who had lost the support of their faith left one after another, and the legends of the old gods began to circulate, but they never actually existed." ”

"But at such a time, when all mankind begins to understand the world and wants a greater power to control the world," Magellan did not hide his disdain, although the people he despised were right in front of him, in the midst of this frenzy, unleashing great power, "the mortals of this place still believe in those primitive legends, so that the gods continue to rule the world, and when the sprout of reason appears, it is attributed to the supreme god." ”

The countess shook her head with a wry smile and said nothing more.

Magellan knew, and the question Helen really wanted to ask was, can science be killed?

But he didn't know the answer, and he couldn't find a reason to comfort the countess.

Science is the power of the world itself, and the only answer to a compromise with humanity is the violent and unrestrained power of the world and the prayer itself of humanity seeking refuge and stability.

He was destined to come, destined to be king.

No one knows if science can be killed, and it may not be able to be defeated at all.

"I won't go to heaven anyway, science can't go to hell, then I can live a free life like before. ”

Magellan smiled and continued to walk forward.

......

Loren.

The Basilica of the Holy Sise, one of the most precious possessions of the Holy See, is the site of the magnificent coronation of the Pope.

Science is here, on the cross.

In the presence of the One True God, the most devout believers and the most powerful warriors of the Holy See, the cardinals gathered, and the believers of the Inquisition, the Grey Knights, and the Archives stood in silence.

Even the recently departed Pontifical Wilhelm III was present - he had shed his mortal body and returned to his purity, reinventing his existence with divine power, standing among the divine power of science, in the same rank as the mighty angels, at the highest place of all the Holy Spirit.

Magellan escaped. ”

The voice of science comes from above the nine heavens, and the power of the gods is so powerful that the power of the gods is infinite space.

This church not only houses many mortals of the Holy See, but also brings together countless huge angels, and science is above all angels.

"But that doesn't matter, the last of the god's realm has been completely destroyed, and when the Messiah comes, the only enemy before us will be crushed without a fight. ”

"Glory to my Lord!"

Believers eulogized science in ecstasy.

The most unreligious of them were now fanatics, invincible after the return of science, and the whole of the Holy See believed that they were about to own the world.

But the Messiah's preparations are not yet complete. ”

There was not the slightest emotion in the voice of science, but all believers who heard this sentence trembled on their knees.

"But don't worry, eventually, salvation is on the horizon. ”

Overlooking these countless pure souls, the heart of science is at peace, he is now the only true God, all human souls are his territory, this is an overgrown garden, but the truly good gardener will not lose his peace because of this.

......

The countess stood on the back of a rare white elephant and looked to the north.

Even far away, people can still clearly see the terrible war in the forests of the Mountain of the Gods, even though all the inhabitants of this place are long gone.

Garuda was dead, and before that it had gone through a long period of suffering, and the goldfinch bird hung high on the vines that reached the sky like a banner.

Countless birds gathered around the Bird King, and although their leader was dead, these thoughtless beasts still refused to disperse, and they circled in the air like the most dangerous black clouds in the sky when a typhoon fell, flying and howling angrily, urging the wind to destroy something.

The Countess could only see the southernmost edge of the typhoon, but she could still clearly feel what was happening at the center of the storm.

At this distance, it was hard to discern whether the thunderous sound was the sound of a huge force colliding, or the angry roar of a behemoth, or simply the sound of the wind.