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"Damn, what did you do!"

"Didn't do anything...... Just want to know the answer to a question. Do you want me to help block out the sun for you? ”

"No, you don't!

”

……

The "memory of the calamity" continues.

In the "Feast of Betrayal", 99% of the population of the Eastern Continent died during the Great War and during the subsequent sunset, and the continent fell silent with millions of deaths, the largest mass death event ever found in the Extraordinary Age by a Fallen King.

It was not a war over the division of interests, nor was it a massacre to exclude a certain race, but the reason for this death was extremely righteous and just—to kill the resurrected primordial spirit and to give birth to a normal "God" based on the personality of the ancient sun god.

It ended in failure.

After the death of the ancient sun god, the three newborn gods and the rest of the gods traveled to the north and south continents to declare that the sun had set and that future humans would have to believe in them in order to be saved.

The Great War took place on the coast of the Eastern Continent, constituting the "ruins of the Divine War" that enveloped the entire coast of the Eastern Continent, completely cutting off the communication between the continents.

The King of Decay witnessed the whole process and collected the "possibility" of all disconnection in an instant under the intervention of the gods as a record of the calamity.

"I have a question that I want to get answered by the gods of the earth."

"Adam can't answer, the Seven Gods won't answer, you're the only earth god I can touch."

The real creator who lost her extraordinary abilities in the illusion would not have noticed that there was actually a person behind her, but when she turned around, the people behind her also turned around, and when she died, the people behind her were watching from a distance, forever in the blind spot of vision.

Man holds a simple book in his hand, and every time the true Creator dies, he turns the page.

In the books, the lives and deaths of millions of people have been gently turned.

Their experiences in life are much the same: "devout believers in the Creator", "believers in the kings of the eight angels", "peaceful, kind, living a normal life in a town in the Eastern Continent", "merchants, farmers, artisans, housewives, students, teachers, vagabonds......

They died for only one reason: "the feast of betrayal".

The earth in the distance had cracked, there was no sun in the sky, and the blood-red moon had risen early, but the light could not penetrate the shadows. The flickering thunder and lightning could only light up the world for a brief moment, but countless monsters swooped out of the darkness to plunder the flesh and blood of the living.

The grass and trees of the farm withered, and under the influence of the occasional leaking red light, the remaining crops and flowers became some kind of tightly intertwined, twitching activators, which lifted the roof and grew around the meteorite, picking up the corpses and living people one by one, and sucking them dry into thin human skin.

This time the real creator didn't die in the first place, she lasted a little longer than before.

She was trapped in a burning house, the flames of which kept the distorted plants from approaching and left her with nowhere to escape, so she could only hide in the small stone house, feeling the hot air gradually rush into her mouth and nose, and every breath felt like swallowing a fireball. The room was poorly ventilated, and even the hot air was precious, but she soon became unable to support it, endured the pain of burning her flesh and skin, gradually lost consciousness in the heat and lack of oxygen, and felt like meat on a eucalyptus board being simmered in this room little by little.

The True Creator watched as the flames crept up his legs and arms, but felt no pain.

There is only endless despair.

The True Creator sighed and closed his eyes on his own initiative, ending this time of his dying struggle.

"It probably hurts."

The grasslands, the land forsaken by the gods. Towns, ruins.

Joy, pain, smiles, prayers, despair. Red, black, and white are constantly transforming into each other, and the last thing that remains in the field of vision is always the destroyed and the earth where the flames spread, monsters rushing out from all directions, the sun disappearing, and shadows and blood occupy the sky......

The silence after death was lengthened, and the true creator lay on the ground with his eyes closed:

"They should hate me."

The voice of the outer god floated along with the book: "They don't hate you. ”

The book turned the pages in a loud voice: "Those who die in an instant have no chance to hate you, and those who live a little longer will pray for your salvation and repent of their sins, in short, no one will scold you at that time." ”

"That's because they're dying so fast, and they'll definitely scold me when they get better." The True Creator's voice was hoarse, and the hot air hurt his throat, "Didn't you say that Crane might have someone from the Forsaken Lands in his hands?" He must have recovered his strength to prepare for conversion. ”

Since divinity is now pressed to a minimum, the language style of the True Creator has become very colloquial, and as he speaks, the world lights up again, and the True Creator appears in a mill, and the windmill outside slowly turns.

There were also piles of wheat that had not been ground into flour, but it didn't matter anymore, and the real creator took a hammer and a shovel from the corner, one in each hand, and was ready to fight the monster directly.

The Declining King skipped the argument of swearing: "Adam gave me an interesting point of view, the necessary sacrifice. ”

"Considering that Adam is your divinity and a part of you, I decided to come and ask you what you think of the 'necessary sacrifice.'"

"So you've made me experience the memories of people who died so many times?"

The earth shook, the disaster began, the real creator rushed out directly with a hammer and a shovel, and seeing that the wild dogs on the street had a tendency to mutate, she slapped a shovel on the spot, and slapped the wild dogs into wriggling flesh, and blood splattered everywhere.

"Empathy may give you a better answer."

The True Creator stepped on the shovel twice, and the wriggling flesh was squeezed out like a sponge with a large amount of turbid blood, and soon it was not moving. After solving this hidden danger, the real creator suddenly felt a cold wind hit the back of her neck, and she did not hesitate to swing the hammer behind her, smashing the head of the mutant monster behind her.

"If you ask me - the past me, I can only say that I have no regrets."

The real creator made up two hammers, completely smashing the head and brain of this fish monster, which was once probably an elf, into mud, and he was also splashed with blood on his head. She wiped the blood from her face with her sleeve so that her eyes could be opened.

The loss of extraordinary power and the death of so many times aroused a little unwillingness and resentment in the heart of the true creator, and she was willing to come out and fight for a while instead of waiting for death with peace of mind—even if she knew that these were the misery that had ended for thousands of years, and that the layers of history and time had covered them up, and even the real creator himself almost forgot about it.

No, not to forget – rather, to take it for granted.

Because I took it for granted, I was sent to the corner of memory.

This time it was a little longer than the previous record for the longest survival, but the man in history was now dead, bitten by a mutated wild dog and died of his upper body, and the outer god thought about it, and instead of turning the page, he followed in the footsteps of the real creator and followed her back.

"I see, you don't regret it."

"yes...... How can you regret it? ”

In a world where she could die at any time, and with almost no difference from normal humans, she was inevitably a little emotionally excited.

"If I don't, I'll die, and the will of another person will take my place...... If I don't, the worlds and civilizations I've worked so hard to build will be destroyed, and the aliens may reunite, breaching the barrier in the first place, devouring essentia and extraordinary properties, and then quickly dying in the cross...... They can be reborn, but I, my angels, my believers, and my country will never come back! ”

"How could I not do that? How could I regret it! ”

"But ......"

A house on the street explodes, a huge beam collapses, smoke and burning wood scatter everywhere, and the real creator is caught off guard by a piece of wood, and his body loses his balance.

Just then, a strange bird with five eyes swooped down, its sharp beak piercing her throat.

The strange bird tore half of her neck, her trachea and throat with a strange scream, pulled out her mouth and pecked at the flesh of her prey, and before long she coughed up blood and suffocated to death.

This memory is over, or long overdue.

The King of Decay was just about to turn the page, when the True Creator suddenly sat up, clutched the wriggling crack in his throat, and hissed:

"One more time!"

The outer god squinted at her, "I don't offer an archive function. ”

"Just now I felt the best in my hand, and I don't have many opportunities to find another weapon." The real creator's neck was still there, and she spoke a little out of voice and leaky, "Don't you want to hear me finish?" Without this, I wouldn't have such a wealth of emotions. ”

The Decayed King thought for a few seconds and nodded reluctantly.

The surroundings lit up, and they returned to the mill near the windmill.

The True Creator took up her weapon again, considering the exploding house, and she also wanted to take an old plank from the room with her, but had to give it up because of her limited weight-bearing capacity.

"It's time for you to move on to answering questions."

"Problem ......"

After the real creator shot the wild dog to death and knocked the mutant elf to death according to the process of the week, he bypassed the exploding house, and then said while recalling:

"I did that for the simple reason that I didn't want to be another person, and I didn't want everything I created to be destroyed."

"I am the only righteous god, and if I don't do my slave god, that is the evil god, and my choice is absolutely correct."

“…… But do I actually want so many people to die? Definitely don't want to. If I don't care, then I'm not me, I'm no different from the original. ”

The King of Decay quietly followed, watching as the true Creator crashed through the out-of-control Extraordinary, propping up a collapsed wall with a shovel, only to find two crushed children underneath.

The two children were reluctant to come out, and the true creator had to put up more walls, only to find out that the two children were being protected in the arms of their parents, and the parents had been smashed by the collapsed wall and died, and the blood was still hot.

The True Creator's movements paused slightly, and she then brutally pulled the two children out of the arms of their parents, grasping them by the collar with one hand and the hammer in the other.

"Where did you just go? Well, I definitely didn't want to kill that many people, but I still did it because for me at the time, the instinct to survive was above all else, and the believer ...... As long as I live, there will be more and more believers, and as long as I live, humanity will continue to grow...... So I ignored them, and even, I felt that this was a helpless move, if I was not willing to sacrifice you, then I would die. ”

"If I die, it's all over."

The outer gods recorded quietly.

"Actually, even if I do die, it's not over."

"Even the pillar doesn't have to be me, isn't there a mystery?"

The True Creator suddenly sneered, "The six gods have carved up my faith, and they continue to live with the human race...... It is I who have harmed them and I am the one who is the one who is self-righteous. ”

"Isn't the feast of betrayal a great disaster?"

"Then they declare in the holy scriptures that the six gods protect mankind from disasters, and I have nothing to say."

In the burning streets, the true creator covered in blood dragged two crying children, hammer in hand, limping to the clearing outside the city.

There was a wagon parked in the clearing, the horses had been scared to death by the catastrophe, and the mutated monsters were gnawing on its flesh.

The real creator cursed, and the monsters, alarmed by the child's cry, abandoned their dead horses and rushed to their living prey.

The child was snatched from his hands, and the crying stopped abruptly.

She resisted with all her might, using the last of her strength, and even stabbed the decorative cross on her clothes into the monster's eye, but to no avail. The monster tore open her throat, the flesh on her shoulder was bitten off, and the world before her was plunged into darkness in excruciating pain.

“…… Again! ”

The King of Decay was noncommittal: "Is there anything else to say?" ”

"I don't regret it, but I forgot one thing." The True Creator fell to the ground on his back, quickly adjusting his breathing.

"Since they were sacrificed for me and for my purposes, then I should not take their deaths for granted."

"I should be grateful to them and remember their ......"

“…… and forever bear the sin that this sacrifice represents. ”

The King of Decay calmly recorded her speech, and the book in his hand shone brightly: "Thank you for your answer, I can almost understand what the difference between you and Adam is, so let's continue." ”

At the beginning of the third round, they appeared from the mill again, took up arms and killed dogs and fish, and the real creator immediately ran to save the two children, this time their parents were not dead, but they were already seriously injured, and their ribs were stuck in their lungs, and they did not live long.

"God...... Parent ......"

The young couple, who had not yet died, pushed the child in their hands, who was about to cry, out and into the hands of the real Creator. Because the true Creator wears a cross on his body, he is taken for granted as a monk of the Lord.

"Help...... Child...... Sub ......"

The mother, who was slightly injured due to her short stature, had blood blisters in her mouth, and after seeing that the child still had a glimmer of life, the father, who was holding on to his last breath, had died with his eyes closed.

The True Creator did not dare to delay and immediately dragged the two children out.

Seeing that the children were safe for the time being, the mother smiled and forged her spirits to thank the true Creator:

"Sense...... Thank you...... Support...... Beauty...... Praise the Lord ......"

The True Creator sighed, feeling that the blood on the other person's face was a little too harsh, and without saying a word, she left the collapsed wall with the crying children, and walked in the other direction towards the open space on the outskirts of the city.

Along the way, they ran into other living people.

"Let's move on." She said, "Go ahead!" No one will come to save you, and if you still have the strength, you have to get out of here! ”

Some people have irreversibly begun to mutate, but their minds are still normal, begging others to give them a good time in agony, some people have damaged limbs and cannot keep their balance, dragging their bodies full of blood and waiting for death in the corner, still holding a wooden cross in their hands, some people are injured and walking unfast, begging their true creator to take them, or bring their family and children, and the moment they are promised, their eyes brighten, as if hope and life have been continued.

"Praise the Creator Anymore......"

More and more living people gathered around, and the sound of prayers in the ears made the true Creator clench his fists.

Your Lord will not save you.

Your Lord has sacrificed you!

Sacrifice - in the original meaning, it was just a sacrifice of cattle, sheep and pigs.

Sacrifices are meant to die, just as the gods see humans as anchors and domestic animals, and it is not natural to slaughter them?

That's property, it's an anchor, so it's normal to feel heartache, anger and pity.

But why should we feel uneasy, why should we be in pain, why should we empathize with the sacrifices, why should we lower our bodies, bow our heads, be at the same level as the animals, and feel the despair and sorrow of their sacrifice?

"...... in this world"

"O people of the Eastern Continent, you are the only ones who have the right to turn their backs on the Creator and even curse her."

These can be justifications: the end times, the righteousness, the life of the Creator, the survival of humanity, civilization, the pillars......

No matter what the reason is, we must face the reality: these millions of people have been sacrificed!

In the memories of the dead, the blood of the innocent gathers together to make waves, sins and unwillingness flow in the sea of blood of the earth, the strange plants become the reflection of teeth and claws under the reflection of the red moon and thunder, meteorites and flames burn everything, the fragments of people and buildings are burning in the sea of fire, countless people who once lived are abandoned, and the relics of civilization and the tragedy itself are hidden into the fragments of history together.

The record of calamity continues.

The third time, the small team that had gathered together perished under a meteorite.

The fourth time, one of the people in the team couldn't stand the pressure and turned into a monster.

Fifth, sixth, seventh......

The True Creator is beginning to realize the merits of the Outer Gods, and in addition to being mean and cunning, she is quiet enough, quiet enough that she is part of history and records, does not like to make judgments, is good at encouragement and observation, and does not feel that her actions are now in vain.

Until the twelfth.

This small, but nine-man team actually escaped from the burning town under the leadership of the true Creator.

The sky was no longer bright, the wilderness was empty, sin was flowing in the shadows, and the true Creator walked for a long time with a stick of stick, and finally lost his strength and fell on the stone by the side of the road.

The others came to help, but she waved her hand.

"You don't have to save me, I'm going to have to go here."

"There are monsters hidden in the darkness," she advised, "don't let the torches go out, don't go where there is no light." ”

Everyone looks at me, I look at you, and finally they accept the reality in silence, they take the stick from the hand of the real creator, leave her a broken oil lamp that is about to burn out, and then surround her, silently pray to the creator, and hold a simple farewell and funeral.

The True Creator has a big head: "No need to pray ......"

The crowd paid no heed. In this world, praying for the good to go to heaven is the best wish that people can think of.

The first two children who were rescued had stopped crying, clutching the cross in their hands and reciting mournfully:

"Merciful Lord, God Almighty, you are the God who was, is, and always is."

They solemnly delivered the cross to an older middle-aged man, as if to pass on the hope of life.

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"The Lord hath given this day, and it has passed in a flash, and the night has come again in accordance with the Lord's command, and we have risen early to offer our morning song to the Lord, and we will rest in peace and sing the hymn again."

"The continent and the ocean, the famous city and the remote village, when the dawn arrives, it is another day, we pay reverence to the Lord, and wait for the earth to change from darkness to light."

The girl who lost the palm of her hand took the cross:

"I know your deeds, your love, your faith, your bravery, your patience. and know that the good deeds of the last days are greater than those which you did at the beginning. ”

"The Lord has given us afflictions, trials, and darkness, and has given us hope and a morning star."

The chanting of the young man covered in blood followed:

"There will be no more death, neither mourning, nor wailing, nor pain, for the former things are gone."

"For our Father who is in heaven, all the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, are yours forever."

The entire process took about an hour, but has now been simplified to less than two minutes.

Everyone said goodbye to her in unison:

"Dust to the earth, and spirit to the Spirit Giver!"

"Everyone dies once, and after death there is judgment."

"Ascend into the kingdom of heaven, O righteous man, and be with the morning star......

Small wooden crosses were stuffed into the hands of the real Creator, and an old white handkerchief was placed over her head as a veil for the deceased. The True Creator listened in silence to their farewells and blessings, the broken oil lamp glowing the size of a grain of rice at her hand, and she tilted her head as she watched as the escapees carried torches into the depths of darkness, farther and farther away, always accompanied by fire and hope.

After a long silence, the oil lamp went out.

"What did you rely on to reproduce these?"

The Fallen King peeked out from behind her like a shadow: "The big frame is a record of the calamity, and the details are your memory." ”

"Can you bring these events to life?"

The outer god was silent for a moment: "I can't do it now." ”

"It seems that this is your authority in another way. Curses, blessings, memories, may ......," the true Creator lamented, "If your path is on Earth, it will definitely be as popular as the 'apprentice'." ”

"It's popular in the form of seals." The reaction of the outer gods was calm.

"How long have you delayed me just to ask me this question?"

"Your team 3 has just finished praying, Medici is fighting against the Angel of the Storm, used up a restart, there is no movement in the night, the eternal sun has provided some long-range support to the storm, and the situation is not bad."

The King of Decay said, "Your morality and humanity are very interesting subjects, and I just want to get some more information to study, and you can go now." - A gift for you. ”

She reached out and grabbed the air, throwing an object to the true Creator.

It was the wooden cross, stained with blood and pinched dents, and there seemed to be a residual temperature on it.

The true creator took the wooden cross, put it in his pocket, stood up, patted the ashes, and looked at the outer gods: "Still won't let me go?" ”

"That's a giveaway." The king of decay said, "This is the gift." ”

The book floating in her hand clattered to the last page, taking the lives of thousands of people with a single stroke. The past is gone, but the memories are forever alive, they become them, frozen in unknowable history, forgotten people turned into records in the hands of the gods, and the turning of the present moment also seems to contain extremely deep occult meanings, as if their ordeal has finally come to an end, and the black past has settled.

"God has gone through among you, leaving blood and tears as a sacrifice."

She announced smoothly and solemnly, and on the blank new page, such a line of blood-oozing words slowly emerged.

The illusory scepter appeared behind her, tapping lightly on the ground, and the surrounding scepter was transformed in an instant with the light sound of a vibrating spirit—like the ink was reversed, and the darkness was banished away in an instant.

The True Creator stood in front of an altar and looked up at the flames at the top, burning the inverted cross.

"I'll give you this opportunity, how much you can take, it's up to you."

Blood-colored words kept appearing on the books in the hands of the Decaying King, and then quickly disappeared after a brief appearance. She handed the book, which was too heavy to pick up, to the true creator, and the moment the latter's fingers touched, extraordinary power reappeared.

Blood slowly seeped into the book, and endless mourning and prayer rushed into the mind of the true Creator.

The Lord silently took up his iniquity.

And with this sin, he went to the top of the altar as high as the mountain and as far away as the sky.

Step by step, step by step, the steps are like the accumulation of the white bones of various races, and when you walk up, you will leave a blood-colored footprint.

As she walked up the steps, dark shadows swam up her body and cuffs like living snakes, spirituality and darkness frantically swarmed around her, surrendering at her feet, turning into the dark lines of her robe, the extensions of her arms and fingers, her eyes and her ears. And God's footsteps did not slow in the slightest, and the blood-colored eyes reflected the fire and the reflection of the cross.

The rooftop was close to the end of the day, and the books in his hands were getting heavier and heavier, and the blood was dripping red and staining half of his body. The True Creator binds it to his own hands in chains of shadow, unwilling to abandon this responsibility again to escape reality.

And so the spirits of Mohu gradually ran out of the book, they were old men in the twilight, young teenagers, naïve children, sturdy adults, they pushed her by the hand, and pushed her up and down the stairs, and they themselves stayed before they ascended to heaven.

"Merciful Lord, God Almighty!"

The Dead Soul sang:

"Please don't forget us, your departed people and compatriots."

Living Memory Whispers:

"Please don't abandon us, take our souls with you."

The true Creator also replied with the words of the Holy Scriptures:

"The tabernacle of God will be on earth. I will dwell with men, and they will be my people. I am with you as a god to men. ”

The real Creator of this moment is more like a god than ever before compared to the crazy moments that have always been.

She had crossed the gap of madness, stepped through the killing and blood, carried sin and punishment, and was enough to look down on all living beings once again and ascend to the top of the sky. She is the subject of the ceremony, the fallen and sinful God, and all the long-cherished wishes are settled here.

As you walk up the final steps, the world falls silent, and the spirits are silenced.

She walked towards the blazing altar flames, to the silent black cross in the flames, the world gradually losing its light, and only a morning star shone in the sky overhead.

The True Creator turned his head and looked at his bones and blood and tears along the way.

She pushed away the spirits' hands, facing them with arms outstretched, and fell backwards, falling into the flames of the altar.

Her body turned into fuel for the flames in an instant, shadows entangled in the flames and climbed the inverted cross, and the figures of chains and mold lakes slowly took shape.

Syllable!

The book fell to the ground, the flames dried the blood, it opened spontaneously, and with a clatter, the last page was turned to the last page, on which black words appeared:

"Lord God, O Almighty, O O o

」

The spirits waited eagerly, and on the huge pitch-black inverted cross, the huge wheel of light burned like a black sun, and the edges bloomed with golden light, and everywhere the light went, endless shadows illuminated everything in the world.

The spirits rejoiced and sang in unison the ode to redemption:

"All to the All-Knowing and Almighty!"

"Holy!

”

tbc

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Medici fighting with the Storm Pope: I'm super.

Gad II, who fought with the Medici: I am super.

*Obviously, this is a super strong two-in-one double watch.

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