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In the cities of the Northern Continent, on the Rorsted Islands, and even in the hidden places of the Southern Continent, several members of the Aurora Society who were hiding in warehouses and wearing black robes fell to their knees at the same time, vomiting out large swaths of flesh and blood.

Flesh and blood form a single word on the ground, written in the common language of the Northern Continent, with a simple meaning:

Start

The black-robed members of the stealth prayed in unison to the words of flesh and blood, and then solemnly ate the flesh again.

"The oracle has been issued!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come to dedicate oneself to the Lord."

They got up, methodically took out the props from all over the hiding room, built the spiritual wall with their hands and feet, took out the holy relics stained with the blood of the Lord, mixed them with ritual powder and essential oils, and began to prepare for the "True Creator Divine Descent Ceremony", which would never succeed.

The gods of Tingen have given some inspiration to the true creator, and they do not necessarily need a body with divinity, nor do they necessarily need a priest with divinity to preside, since they do not pursue success, then they only need to modify the content of the secret covenant ceremony slightly, add the element of "divine descent" in the "summoning ceremony", add holy relics that are closely related to the gods, and pray for divinity to come to themselves, then it will do!

Therefore, the true creator has bled a little, and her current container is only Sequence 3, and although the divinity is gradually equal to that of the angels, it has not yet reached the point where the one who sees it dies.

Then, the Aurora Society prepared ten gods descending teams at a very fast speed, led by the mid-sequence extraordinary people in the Aurora Society, and when the real creator began to promote in Laxia, they followed one after another to hold a decent "god descent ceremony" to interfere with the sight of the gods.

To put it simply, 10 minutes after the 1st starts, the 2nd starts, 10 minutes after the 2nd starts, the 3rd starts, and so on. The squads are scattered all over the place, and even if the entire army is wiped out, the ten teams will be able to delay for at least an hour or so, which is enough to complete the promotion and deal with the subsequent spiritual instability.

Rudimentary versions of rituals have been confirmed to produce a divine response - but in reality it is just to activate the divinity and spirituality in that little bit of blood, asking it to come upon oneself.

Even if it is really successful, it will not allow the true creator to descend there, but only allow the members who participated in the ritual to be "baptized", to be able to feel the divinity in advance, and to be promoted and digested faster and better.

This is one of the rewards that the true Creator gives to those who survive.

Descending Team 1 is on the move.

……

Rasha.

Within a few minutes, the occult connection and the blockade of the spiritual and physical realms were all completed, isolating prying eyes and blocking possible attacks.

The True Creator has strengthened the only gap in the blockade - the connection to the Godforsaken Lands, communicating with the Essence, replacing rituals with its own spirituality and connection, and drawing power directly from the Essence.

At the sound of her prayers, the instinctive whispering of the hanging giants in the Godforsaken Lands ceased for a moment and intensified.

At the same moment, the body of the true creator of the outside world began to blur and expand, giving the impression of gradually tending to a thick shadow wrapped in human form.

Countless thin black threads sprouted from her body, connecting in the direction of the Godforsaken Lands, symbolizing the interconnectedness of authority.

The painful whispers exploded in his ears, but the True Creator easily controlled them, turning them into white noise lingering in his head, and smoothly transitioning from the power of a Sequence 2 potion from the main body along the link he had established. The whispers were twisted out of context by the power of the "Elder Whispers", but the true creator resisted the overwhelming occult symbols and whispering messages brought about by the extraordinary properties of the "Elder Whispers", and maintained his own calm thoughts, unaffected by the angry and frantic cries of the ontology.

No matter how much the ontology tried to vent the pain of being eaten and the anger of betrayal, she maintained her current state, firmly and smoothly transitioning her due authority and power.

The seal had kept out the prying eyes of the true gods, and the Lord's promotion was smooth, but Medici was still keeping a close eye on everything on the island, holding the vial of the three drops of blood in his hand.

She doesn't relax until it's over.

The demon in the distance brought a small chair of his own, and he ate popcorn on the ground and was not bored.

The true Creator received a prayer in his mind: Team 1 had been discovered in the process, and the forcible interruption of the ritual had caused more than ten people to mutate and go crazy, and the Church team was dealing with it urgently. Divine Descent Team 2 began, meaning that ten minutes had passed. At the same time, Team 3 has been watching the Church Extraordinaire for a week, noticing that a chase is underway, and it is unknown if it will be able to act as planned after ten minutes.

But it's almost over,

Edward stopped eating popcorn and looked at the real creator who was climbing spiritually, his expression was a little strange.

"Ally, there's something I've wanted to ask for a long time."

She asked, "Why are you going to be promoted with my curse?" ”

“？！”

The True Creator did not react.

Medici suddenly cast a horrified look, and the thumb of the hand holding the bottle pushed upward, directly pushing the cork off!

She immediately decided to use the Reboot - to restart the Lord's state before the promotion began, and let the Outer God remove the curse from the Lord before re-performing the ceremony!

Suddenly, she felt her body freeze, her mind paused, and the wooden stopper that had fallen to the ground flew back and was stuffed back into the mouth of the bottle, as if a seal had been completed.

Her eyes were still free, and she glared angrily into the distance: "Seua! ”

"Don't be nervous, Angel of War, your Lord's person oscillates between the Sage, the Angel and the True God, and not even the blood of the Angel of Destiny can accurately turn time back to its perfect state."

Probably because it's a demon, even a no-brainer sounds like a cunning trap:

Edward left her plastic chair and reached out and slapped Medici twice on the shoulder, extinguishing the flames that were about to rise, making Medici even more angry: "Do you hear thunder?" Expect the tide to rise in a minute, so it's better to save your strength until then. ”

Medici didn't give his eyes to the rushing waters on the outskirts of the island: "You broke the agreement. ”

"Disobedience? No, I'm just gloating. ”

Edward took half a minute to explain to her, "Born mythical creatures should be able to understand 'schadenfreude', right?" It's like seeing a friend go out for dinner but not bringing a wallet, so you don't remind him that you want to see him have a mess — but of course you will bring your wallet and follow behind her to prevent her from getting too bad and socially dead. ”

"I'm the wallet."

The rumbling thunder came from far and near, but the real creator who had been promoted smoothly and was in good condition fell silent for some reason, and the edge of the huge shadow human form continued to blur, and countless black thin tubes seemed to spread in all directions.

With the help of the "Grim Reaper" and the "Prisoner", the spiritual realm corresponding to Raxia has been sealed off to the point of being almost unobservable, like an ant-sized island with a coffin the size of a grain of rice.

And the inconspicuous and blocked the entire spiritual world outside the "coffin", the sea continued to rise, the dark clouds in mid-air began to converge, the silver snake-like lightning began to flicker, and the lightning storm brewed in the clouds, ready to find out the "anomaly" with indiscriminate attacks covering a small area of the sea.

The only disadvantage of promotion at sea is this, although the sea is vast, once the activity trajectory of marine life changes, suddenly away from or close to a certain sea area, the "natural disaster", "sea king" or even "storm master" at sea will quickly notice.

"Alright, Angel of War, don't stop me."

Edward casually soothed Medici, "Is the true creator now being contaminated with the outer gods?" It shouldn't be known to other gods except Ya, so it's not easy for me to use high-level power. ”

She looked in the direction of the true Creator and pondered for two seconds.

"It's the curse of 'self-enhancement and weakness' that clashes with the current promotion, and it also carries a little pollution of 'memory' that has been harmless...... Are you hallucinating now? So be it. ”

She recounted in a calm tone:

"The curse transforms, the second ascends to the third—'the flesh weakens, the inspiration increases'."

"Memory retrieval, filtering, scene construction—"

"—I have a question I've wanted to ask you for a long time, ally—if the difference between the gods of the earth and the outer gods is the paranoid pursuit of humanity and anchors, then what is the difference between you and your half-body?"

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At first glance, the scene in front of me looks like a god-forsaken land.

The earth is covered with huge cracks like hideous scars, and the shadows are hidden monsters derived from malice and extreme emotions, and countless pairs of eyes hide in this land that has no light to shine, forever filled with the smell of blood and pain.

But when she tried to look closely, the pitch-black plain suddenly turned into a vast and rich grassland, and the dark red liquid flowing through the cracks in the ground turned into a clear and clean river in an instant, meandering one beautiful arc after another on the grassland.

The shepherd's song came from afar, the true creator turned his head, and a large number of domestic animals appeared on the steppe, which were driven by the shepherds and moved like white clouds across the green steppe.

"It's ......"

She realized that these images were wrong, that there was never such a thing as "to experience hallucinations" in the promotion ceremony of the "Elder Vulgar", and that the real creator almost immediately wanted to use his extraordinary abilities to break through here, but she suddenly found that her extraordinary abilities were gone, and the abilities of flesh magic, shadow spells, and whispering were all gone, and she seemed to have become an ordinary person.

What shocked her even more was that the moment she realized all this, an abnormal emotion actually emerged in her heart - nervousness!

And she herself naturally let this emotion appear, and slowly transformed into uneasiness, which seemed to be a very natural thing, and I didn't think it was strange at all.

"The disappearance of extraordinary abilities has made my divinity disappear as well?"

The True Creator quickly understood the situation, and his expression became distorted again, even faintly annoyed.

"Is this her authority?" Decline and Fall' still have such a role......"

Feeling that she is now full of humanity - or rather has completely become an ordinary person, the real creator is angry and feels a little strange, the wind is warm, butterflies flutter on the grass, the flowers that bloom sporadically on the grassland carry the fragrance, she re-perceives the known world with the simplest and most basic means, and suddenly feels that everything ordinary is so fresh.

Without the guidance of spiritual awareness, the true Creator has found a random direction to move forward.

On the way forward, a little lamb that had fallen behind bleated, and the true creator secretly observed for a moment, and with a wave of his big hand, he picked up the little lamb and touched it with little skill.

It was very uncomfortable to walk on the grassland with leather shoes, the cross hanging at the end of the shawl jingled, she was blowing the wind and grabbing the sheep, and she felt quite good, but she still wondered what the outer gods wanted to do when she brought herself.

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Suddenly, the earth shook, and the True Creator, who had no extraordinary powers, almost fell to the ground unsteadily.

Rao was so, she also had to half-kneel on the ground, hug the little lamb in her arms, and try her best to raise her head and look into the distance—

The sky was torn apart, and endless thunder and lightning and storms poured into the cracks in the heavenly vault, and dark shadows fell from the cracks, turning into black waterfalls, which fell from the sky to the earth, causing turmoil and destruction.

The rain of fire and light fell, and in just a short moment, countless huge gaps cracked in the rich grassland, and the shepherds and white cloud-like sheep in the distance were covered in lava before they could even make a single exclamation, and everything burned in the fiery darkness.

The true Creator, who had completely incarnated as a human being, was unable to stand firm in the violent shaking despite the desire and ability to escape. As soon as her arms loosened, the little lamb turned into a monster with countless eyes, opening its bloody jaws at her large enough to swallow the head of an adult, and after a brief shock, a torrent of fire and shadow engulfed them.

Ignorant and unconscious, this is the first death.

The real creator woke up suddenly, and this dream was so real that it was as if he had really changed back into a human being, and he could feel joy, pleasure, and fear...... Of course, death feels so realistic.

She woke up, only to find that she had not returned to Laxia, lying on the roof of a house in the town, the sky in her eyes clear and bright again, and time before the "Feast of Betrayal".

The first instinct of the true Creator, who didn't have time to curse the outer gods in his heart, and was covered in cold sweat, was to jump up and let the others run fast—where could they run? She calmed down, it was an illusion of the past, a memory of the dead...... There is nowhere to run but to sit and watch everything happen!

Then take a look - what does the outer god want to see for himself?

The real creator sat up and turned his head to look at the town, where the people were dressed in very simple robes, often just a patchwork of one or two simple pieces of cloth, and the giants and humans were mixed together, and the children of the giants and humans played together, and occasionally one or two elves with slightly pointed ears could be seen. Priests holding wooden crosses worship in churches, praising the brilliance of the all-knowing and all-powerful Creator......

"Loving Lord, God who loves us, even though he walks in darkness, your light shines forever."

"Lord, you are the source of my life, full of joy and hope in your kingdom."

A chorus of praise drifted into the ears of the true Creator, images of peace and joy came into the eyes of the True Creator, and the days of peace continued, and then the sky cracked, the sun was torn apart, and meteorites and meteors smashed into the land.

The meteorite smashed into the stone chapel, and the chorus came to an abrupt end.

Lava erupted in the distant market, and children were reduced to ashes in the fire.

The eyes of the shadows open around the corners of the streets, and the people seen turn into twisted monsters.

Losing the silence of divinity, losing the eyes that stood high, the true creator finally couldn't take it anymore, she jumped off the roof, ran and pounced on a child who was about to be caught by a monster.

But without her extraordinary abilities, she was just an ordinary person, and the creature that used to kill with a single look now ripped off her arm and tore open her chest, and before she could breathe, she heard the monster chew on her flesh and intestines.

It was painful, and this was the second death.

The True Creator woke up again, her arms and chest stained with large patches of blood, she took a few breaths of cold air from the pain, and her body became intact again, as if there was still the pain she had just had.

She awoke in a cathedral, with stained-glass windows depicting the All-Knowing and Almighty Lord and the King of the Eight Angels......

…… The volcano erupted, the tsunami crashed into the city, and the boulders of the church dome smashed all the worshippers inside her.

Death.

She joined the people who had escaped, and fled frantically out of the city......

…… Encountered monsters, not many, just two, but the fleeing team was made up entirely of civilians.

Painful death.

She got on the boat that escaped......

She tries to get people away before the "Feast of Betrayal" begins......

She tried to turn to the clergy in this world of illusions......

……

Death.

Not even once was it slightly milder!

After the umpteenth death, the real creator has been able to lie calmly under a tree, and guess whether this time it will be killed by thunder, meteorite, fire, or some other more creative way of dying with the mentality that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

There are no white spots on her body anymore, and the few times she is smashed alone are enough to dye her whole body clothes once.

The "feast of betrayal" continues.

Cracks in the sky still appeared, taking everyone's lives again and again.

Whether the true Creator participates, flees, or rescues, he dies with all.

"Too bad."

The True Creator pushed her hair back with both hands, the pain of each death and the resentment of powerlessness lingering back in her heart, but the thought that she had done it all was all the more annoyed by the thought that she had done it all.

Too bad.

She tugged at her hair vigorously, and after a while, she fell back to the ground, watching the world crumble once more, and die with it.

tbc

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Using an anchor to stabilize human nature 10,000 times is not as good as being a human being.

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