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"Adam—Adam."

The King of Decay squeezed the toy in his hand in boredom, pressed the blond human's left eye down, snapping in its socket, and watched as the eye slowly repaired itself and puffed up again.

She pressed her thumb against the virtual personality's temples and pressed down hard, as if she was pinching a decompression toy, pressing the virtual personality's temples deeply sunken, and her eyeballs bulged out in horror.

If you have to find a similarity in human behavior, it is to pinch the bubble wrap used for filling to pass the time, and they also make similar sounds.

"The gates of God's forsaken land are about to be opened for me."

"Essentia, the opportunity for the kingdom of God to come to the real world, I can get at least one of them."

The mythical creature now has no claws, no teeth and no bones, but it doesn't stop her from tossing others.

She grabbed the avatar like a doll with one hand, and with the other hand she reached out her index finger and gently tapped it on Adam's abdomen, slowly applying pressure, and finally piercing his belly through a large hole that was transparent from front to back. In this God-like world, the illusory blood flew away like light and shadow, and the virtual personality's eyebrows twitched twice, but he still endured the instinctive reaction of pain.

But the painful time it spent was so long, and the endless negative emotions and painful memories filled the corners of its memory, and it was emotionally unbalanced like a human, just waiting for the day it was detonated.

"Endure pain and restrain fear. If you want to slide in the direction of humanity, it is useless to attack the heart. Dealing with the best psychiatrist in the world, it is indeed more effective to deal with direct damage. The outer god said to her idly, "It seems that you are not going to say anything. ”

"Will your own body endure pain?"

She was speaking, but the words she spoke did not belong to any language, and every syllable seemed as strange as if the human vocal cords had been aged and torn. Like the rustle of leaves blown by the wind, the vines and dry branches rubbing against each other, the sound does not come from the ears, but directly in the brains of the virtual personality, causing goosebumps one after another.

This virtual shell didn't even open its mouth, and she didn't even bother to pretend to it.

She looked down at the toys in her palms, and her fingers curled up to touch the beating heart—this is what Adam saw, and in fact it should be a more eerie and terrifying picture, such as those dry and rough branches piercing through her abdomen, fixing her body at the same time, extending tiny branches into her internal organs—the heart was turned into the ultimate negative emotion by the terrifying touch of rubbing and rushed into the mind of the virtual personality, it moved a little, and then the brain went blank, and the negative emotions disappeared without a trace, Only the pain continues.

"Your body is much more difficult to deal with than yours, and I don't have time to spend another hundred years torturing her......"

As he spoke, the shuddering starry visitor interacted with Adam's organs with the branches and roots of the mimic hands, using the abdominal and thoracic cavity of the human body as a puzzle, and filling the puzzle in different ways by changing the positions of the internal organs at will.

Just torture the virtual personality. No matter how the creature is transformed by the divine, it still has an instinct, just like subconsciously closing its eyes when seeing others swing their fists, and they will cringe and even phantom pain when they watch others hurt. The thoughts of pain, joy, hatred, despair, and abandonment that have been countless times for more than a hundred years ...... All of them are preserved and collected, and pressed into the depths of the virtual personality's mind.

As a virtual personality consistent with Adam, isn't it natural for the ontology to be affected by its pain when the subroutine returns?

It doesn't speak, it's too boring. Thinking that angels could survive without air, the King of Decay crushed her lungs.

"Human" is to breathe, and self-perception is the virtual personality of human beings, so naturally it is also to breathe. The outer god watched as it lost its "mode of operation", and reluctantly opened its eyes with a hideous and distorted expression, and contentedly accepted this part of the pain.

Heart, arteries, lungs...... There are too many Achilles' heels in the human body, so in what form will the weakness of the "visionary" manifest itself? Of course, she knew that gods and angels had no physical weaknesses, but she still felt that if the "visionary" had an Achilles' heel, it would undoubtedly be the brain.

"You've probably heard of 'Brain in a Jar.'"

The Declining King's gaze fell on the virtual personality's forehead covered with cold sweat, and whispered with interest:

"Referring to Alsuchod's pen, does a writer's brain constantly choreograph stage plays on their own and put them into reality? Can it be the core of a huge system, constantly dreaming and calculating? ”

"Talk, or I'll think you don't need a throat or vocal cords."

The virtual personality was silent for a few seconds before being forced to think, "Are you going to do something to the ontology?" ”

"That's all you can think of......"

The outer god sighed extremely humanly, pinched the neck of the virtual personality with two fingers, and gently crushed it, the virtual personality was like a heavy blow, and the head rolled to the side like a ball without a rope. The avatar saw his own back, its spine broken, its vocal cords torn, and the flesh inside the neck separated, leaving only the outer skin still connected. It won't be able to make a sound for a short time.

It just so happened that she had nothing to say, so she simply closed her eyes and tilted her head and pretended that she was dead. Because its mind was in chaos, the roots of the outer god could always gently caress her cerebral cortex as it tried to regain its senses, twisting its only rationality into inarticulate babbling and nonsense, making it as uncontrollable as an epileptic person.

The human body is mainly made up of water, and piercing a person's body is no different from piercing a bag full of water. Without extraordinary characteristics, the body and mythical creature forms that have only been strengthened once have little defense...... The King of Decay fiddled with Adam's head and straightened it with the vertebrae broken.

She always had to knead the props and fix them, after all, they were still useful.

The limbs of the virtual personality twitched constantly, and the two eyebrows came together like worms, enduring unimaginable and boundless pain.

"I'm not going to catch her, because she's going to come to me and fall into my hands."

Her voice had an almost hypnotic magic, and in an instant the virtual personality felt the pain on her body disappear, and even a little lighter. If it weren't for the fact that it still couldn't control its head and throat, it would almost suspect that everything it had just encountered was an illusion.

"Your struggle is futile, like humanity destined to slide into the abyss of death."

"Your body can't escape from my palm, and you will all be restrained by me."

"Sacrificing others doesn't make you look big, you should lead by example and be a meaningless sacrifice."

"That's the curse I gave you."

"So ......"

"Do you want to die now?"

The voice of the outer god can be called gentle.

She stares at the virtual personality like a human looking at a tiny reptile, and life and death are up to her preference.

……

Edward removed the thin book that covered his face, then opened his eyes and stretched on the couch.

"Six hundred and seventy-two questions, thirteen 'yes', and the rest are all rejections. Even if it's a virtual personality that's only set out of the factory, it has strong patience and mental toughness. She muttered, as if the container's half-dreaming status quo and not-so-serious playfulness had created a state somewhere between an outer god and a demon. Then her expression began to become flexible, and the part of consciousness that made up "Edward Vaughn" came to the surface, and Edward felt from the carpet to put on the glasses that he had thrown away before napping, and stood up to make himself a cup of coffee.

As the kettle began to steam, Edward slowly ground the coffee, and she had always preferred the Filmer coffee from the Pas Valley in the southern continent, which had a mellow taste. Without the high shipping costs and customs duties, the price of direct sales at origin was only about two-thirds of that of sales in Rune, and Edward bought ten cans in one go and drank them slowly.

"In fact, it only takes one submission to do, and the rest is the icing on the cake to increase the success rate."

"It's really interesting to be a 'spectator' approach, sitting in the audience in the early stage and going behind the scenes in the later stage...... Is this a kind of natural writing after seeing too much? I just don't know what great work that writer has accomplished in these thousands of years. ”

The bitter aroma of coffee filled the hotel, and Edward took out the filter paper and filter cup, assembled and rinsed it, put in the coffee grounds, and then slowly added water to it to strain out the coffee solution.

After more than ten minutes, she got a cup of warm coffee of about 300 milliliters.

Looking at the ordinary brown-black liquid surface of the coffee, Edward had a whim, and after letting it cool, he sent milk to pull flowers for the coffee.

"If I'm not mistaken, the full name of the writer is 'fairy tale writer', right? Although it may just be a prefix added to the creator's personal hobby, look at Adam, who wrote so many arrangements and wars, what kind of cult fairy tale ......"

At four or five o'clock in the afternoon, before the sun set in the Southern Continent, Edward sat down at the window with his coffee and began to deal with the recent backlog of intelligence information, and drank off a corner of the demon path sign of latte flower in one gulp.

"The North family chose to establish a major partnership with the Steam Church? Well, the night is too risky, the storm is not easy to get along with, they chose the food industry, and they can buy a lot of machines from the Steam Church, which is the right thing to do. ”

Edward casually gave a reminder:

"Engage in normal business struggles, expand your industry, play your own sign, and show your ambition appropriately, and the church will feel that they have control over you."

"Try to gain the trust of the church in the early stage, and strive to become the main food supplier to the rear of Rune in times of war."

Directly working on the front-line military rations is much simpler than the demons living in the corners of the Southern Continent and killing people one by one. What's more, during this time, there is time and space to "appropriately" let some competitors disappear.

The Demon Family was grateful to Dade for the response, and the man named Milan at the head expressed his loyalty and gratitude for the umpteenth time.

A young and ambitious person is always well controlled, whether he is a demon or not. The Norse family was originally the most powerful of the three demon families, but they were suppressed because Belial had defected to the Mother Tree of Desire early and his loyalty was slow. After being suppressed for nearly a thousand years, the Norse family, which has become the worst of the three major families, can't wait to pounce and hug the leg of the new demon king, which can be called the most loyal of the three families.

Of course, it's a stupid thing to talk about loyalty with demons.

If you have to say what the devil is loyal to, it can only be your own desire and strength.

After dealing with the prayers of the Norse family, Edward set his sights on the two young men he had chosen in the Southern Continent.

In a sense, people who can pray directly to God and have a high probability of receiving a direct response from God are God-scrollers, but God himself does not see it that way. She cares no one equally, and answering prayers is only necessary to achieve her goals more quickly.

"Are they starting to wonder if I'm really a Seia? It's good that this is not easy for the indulgents to see the problem, unless Siea herself asks—she certainly doesn't have the time to do it, and she doesn't look down on such trivial matters. With her brain capacity, being able to save her life under the vigilance of the Seven Gods and take some bloody revenge on the colonies of the Northern Continent from time to time is already the limit. ”

Edward noticed where they were.

"In East Bailang, the footsteps are quite fast, so close to the Harvest Plain, next time you can let them sacrifice some meat other than people."

Fengshou Plain is an important production area of animal husbandry in the southern continent, and the warm climate and abundant aquatic grass raise very delicious beef and mutton with special characteristics of the southern continent. In the interior of East Bailang, there is a dish called grilled steak in sauce, which is also a very popular specialty in the northern continent. Roast beef steak in sauce made with Southern Continent spices with eggs, rice, potatoes, onions, garlic, olive oil, a little cumin and chili.

The steak is medium-rare, charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and full of strength, which is a completely different flavor from the fried steak of the Northern Continent.

"After all, only the middle piece of human meat and the meat below the waist are closer to the texture of steak."

"In other words, most of the taste is good......

"Yes, in fact, it's not bad to engage in cannibalism in this era, go back and talk to North."

Edward muttered to himself for a while while drinking his coffee, not rushing to give them a response, but only hinting as usual that they should continue deep into East Bailang, to the ruins of the Highland Kingdom and the Ancient Forest, where the Indulgence Sect was the main activity, and to participate in the Great Sacrifice of the Rose School this year.

“…… Although it's actually quite boring, except for praise is to indulge desires, and even the food is not delicious. ”

Nor can we all count on anyone else, let alone the true Creator, for the seizure of other paths. As long as these two young people can rely on these two young people to touch the location of Si'a, the cult is infighting, and the gods are dying violently, how pleasing it is!

The bottom line of testing the true creator is still fruitful, and instead of reaching out to uniqueness, she is seeking the first sequence of the prisoner's path, and she can't continue to find fault!

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Medici stilted his feet on the table, listened to the Lord's response, picked up a piece of paper and crumpled it into a ball and smashed it at Trainor's head.

Trainor tilted his head and looked at the Red Angel suspiciously.

"You've done a great job in this operation." Medici said lazily, "Providing important clues and summarizing operational reports along the way is a big deal, have you done a good job in intelligence, have you practiced at Sauron's house?" ”

Trenor nodded: "The intelligence department is managed by the Esoteric Order and the Sauron family, and I have interned in it for a while. ”

Medici nodded, not paying much attention to it:

"The Iron Cross has been very enthusiastic lately, and you just happened to have successfully completed an assist, so you can come and exemplify it."

"If you have an advanced individual certificate, can you give me a holiday?"

"Capable people need to be assigned more work."

Trainor then took out the resignation formalities that had been prepared from the drawer in front of the red angel.

As the steward of the Intis section and one of the few Sages, he even stamped himself.

Medici stretched out his leg and pushed the drawer back: "Don't be so boring. The Aurora Society's system of rewards and punishments has been a great success, fully mobilizing the enthusiasm of the personnel (Trainor: They are already very positive. So I think the Predator Cross could also be implemented internally. As long as you report to the Aurora Society, you can compete with the Aurora Society's Divine Envoys for the best employees of the month and be a role model. ”

Oracles? Trainor's mind conjured up the not-so-familiar Mr. and Mrs. Alphabet, who were said to have fought internally for an unknown number of mini-civil wars in order to compete for the best employees in the monthly rankings, and they were fighting in every sense of the word.

“…… What is the reward for 1st place? ”

"The God of the Lord gives a spell."

…… Although it was a charm bestowed by the true God, representing supreme glory and glory, Trainor's mind was the image of the children in the nursery fighting for the little red flower in the teacher's hand, and he shook his head: "I don't lack charms. ”

Are you talking like a human being, you kid! Medici laughed angrily: "There is no shortage of you!" The Aurora Club is still worried that you will be airborne to grab the first place. Since you kid is so unbeliever, then come to me in the future. ”

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Godforsaken Lands, the evening when the frequency of lightning gradually decreases.

A few hundred meters outside the Silver City, several people with torches, wearing armor and animal skins, were patrolling.

This is the daily activity of the residents of Silver City, and it is also the most important task that cannot be slackened. As he walked, one of them suddenly paused, then stretched out his hand to point to the bottomless darkness ahead: "-Look! ”

Something unusual? The others instantly went into a state of alert, clenched the weapons in their hands and looked in the direction pointed by their companions, only to see a glimmer of light quietly appear in the darkness, a bright, stable point of light that did not flicker like a flame.

This ray of light does not belong to the patrol! Today's hunting squad is not returning from this direction either!

The light didn't come from Silver City, where did it come from? At the same time, there was confusion, fear, nervousness, worry, and a trace of indescribable curiosity and antiquation.

“…… Alert! The captain immediately gave the order. They shifted into battle formation, waiting for the dim light of the fire to approach.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, every second was so slow, and finally, after the light of the fire increased, a figure appeared.

A human figure, at least a human-like figure...... The patrol team of Silver City held their breath at the same time, they had no experience with visitors in the dark, and they didn't know how to deal with them, so they could only wait quietly for the figure to approach and walk into their firelight.

The visitor was a sleek figure and wore a dark black robe made of fabric never seen before in Silver City.

His face was wrinkled and serene, but there was a sly glint in his dark eyes, proving that he was not as kind as he seemed.

This is an old man. After seeing the person who came clearly, such a word appeared in everyone's hearts -

Hoary.

Except for the long-lived sages, Silver City is composed of young adults, middle-aged people, and children, and there are very few "old" people in the true sense. Too few have lost their fertility, have no ability to hunt, have not been fatally wounded, and have younger generations who bring enough food to feed. The old man Yudel, who was parasitized by Amun, that Darik met at the bottom of the round tower, was already an extremely rare natural aging.

The steady glow emanated from the lantern in the old man's hand, and it seemed to be an extraordinary object.

When they looked at the old man, the old man looked at them too. The old man smiled and spoke:

"Hello."

"I have come from the Emerald City to bring the will of the great Lord."

It is in the language of giants, rational and communicative...... But this is the cultists of other cities who believe in evil gods! The patrol team was creepy, but one by one, their bodies were not controlled at all, they were so stiff as if they had turned to stone, and the old man still had a peaceful smile on his face, and he pulled a glittering jewelry from his collar and held it up to the patrol team.

It was a cross made of silver.

It's a sign of the Lord!

The light shrouded in light, and the consciousness of the patrol team began to dissipate, and their vigilance was unconsciously purified.

"I ask you, Lambs, if there is a child born in your city-state?"

The Angel of the Word waited silently for the patrol team to speak. As early as half a year ago, she came to ask the patrol team at that time, but did not get the answer she wanted.

"Our city ......" one of the men said involuntarily with straight eyes.

"There's a baby that's about to be born...... Our chief said...... "The other person's mind is also controlled, and it is supplemented."

"He is a little angel who brings good luck......"

The Angel of Words' eyes widened suddenly, and then smiled. The shackles on the patrol team disappeared in an instant, and they woke up from a dream and once again assumed a vigilant battle posture in front of Steper.

"Don't be nervous, I'm a guest from the Emerald City, your countryman, the Lord's shepherd."

The lantern in Stepever's hand shone brightly, warm and bright, shining on several people, quietly disintegrating their vigilance and negative emotions. Seeing that they still refused to let go, Steven smiled and took a step back, retreating to the boundary between fire and shadow.

"I'm waiting five hundred meters away."

"I'd like to meet your chief."

TBC

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The day after he gave up participating in the Aurora Society's Outstanding Employee Selection, Trainor received a letter of thanks from the oracles.

The letter praised Trenor as a glorious, noble, detached and loving compatriot detached from low tastes. It is the model of the Aurora Society, the yearning of the messengers of God, and the excellent Lamb of the Lord who deserves it!

Trainor burned himself after reading it, and wrote himself a letter of resignation again and stamped it just in case.