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"Then, I propose to go and clear the Intis garrison tonight, and then establish normal diplomatic relations with Intis in the name of the Highland Kingdom, which of you supports and who opposes it?"

"I'm against ......"

"Bang!"

"Everyone is a compatriot who is fighting for the Kingdom of the Highlands, how bad it is to fight and kill like this, who else is against it?"

"Your Highness! His Highness Siea! The Angel of Temperance has gone mad! ”

"His Highness said he didn't care about it! Go to Lord Barranca! ”

No one knows about the revolution that is taking place in the Rose School.

In the night, the colors of a corner suddenly brightened, and the passage of the spirit realm gradually opened, and Edward appeared in the territory of the Rose School, and something flew before her eyes.

What is it? She turned her head and saw the werewolf hanging in the tree in the distance, the living corpse that was pierced by the needle of the bell tower and hung in the air wailing while cleaning up its intestines, the resentful spirits flying around in the curse, the puppet shivering and hiding in the corner, and the huge rag doll that looked familiar and beating everyone, and felt that the painting style of the Rose School had become more abstract than the last time she came.

"Your Highness Richard, stop fighting! If you continue to fight, no one will follow you to clean up the garrison! ”

"It's okay, I can do it alone!" The rag doll let out a resentful scream, and the "King of the Damned" flying in the sky suddenly fell down with an upside-down onion, "Barranca, take care of your subordinates, don't stop me!" ”

After greeting Barranca warmly, the rag doll looked around at the mournful Rose School base: "Is there anyone else against it?" ”

Edward: "What are you doing?" ”

The giant ragdoll turned its head to look at it, and immediately gasped, and suddenly ended the mythical creature form and indulgence at the same time. She transforms back into Richard Ernst, stepping over the fallen prisoner, the werewolf, the living corpse, the Silent Disciple, and approaching the demon somewhat reluctantly.

"Laughing, I'm disciplining the juniors." She was reluctant to the point of even being a little perfunctory, "What wind is blowing you?" ”

"I thought about it for a moment in the afternoon, and thought I could take the place of the bound god." Edward asked, "Is there anyone against it?" ”

The demigods who pretended to be dead on the ground were like lightning strikes, and they all pricked up their ears, and there was a dead silence in the base, and Richard frowned imperceptibly: "Ah, then forgive me for taking the liberty of it, what do you think of the ideas of the Rose School and the Highland Resistance and the new struggle policy?" ”

"Provide the necessary support according to prayer during the battle, and at other times you are free to fend for yourself."

"So what else is there to say? I support. Richard immediately smiled, "That's pretty much it for now, anyway!" ”

"What if I'm here to help Intis destroy you?"

"Hey, then I'll have to fight with you and die."

Edward connected to the spirit of Siea and prepared to use the other party's occult connection to find the location of the bound god: "I don't want to live this time, and then continue to work hard to protect more people under my hands?" ”

"What are you talking about?" Richard couldn't help but laugh, "I've died to protect everyone." ”

"It's a choice you'll make."

Edward didn't reply, she reached out and grabbed the corresponding symbol that shone in the astral plane because of the occult connection.

……

A few hours ago.

"What about 0-08?" The True Creator asked, "Let's change the city's law and order regulations." ”

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Edward replied, "I've already fed it to Adam." ”

The True Creator slowly withdrew his hand:

"What are you going to do with Adam?"

"Take her as a medium for long-term and stable communication between me and the ontology, and I'm too weak now, I have to provide support to you who jumped into the Chaos Sea, while guarding against the good compatriots outside, and try not to divert her attention too much." Edward spread his hands, "I'm still thinking about when to throw the moon away...... Oh, just throw it away when you fail, put the door in and give the moon to her, and then your pillar grudge has nothing to do with me. ”

The True Creator felt her blood pressure rise rapidly, but there was nothing she could do about it, after all, she couldn't guarantee that it would be her who would crawl out of the sea again.

"I'm about to leave, I'll ask you again before I go."

“？”

"You really didn't catch Amon and dance with you? If you want to preserve yourself as much as possible, the authority of 'wrong' may be useful. ”

It really works...... The true creator thought of a few eras ago when he had just woken up in this world, Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun used the uniqueness of "mistake" to make God's resurrection go wrong, and it was he who returned from the sea of chaos instead of her. But as time passed, the impact of the "mistake" became more and more limited, and in the end, she had to use death as a means to escape the original situation.

"No, in case the 'mistake' falls into the sea of chaos, I will personally extinguish another hope for the earth."

Edward looked at her with a complicated look: "But if you leave Amon outside, I feel that the hope of the earth will soon be gone." ”

After all, now Zarathu, Crane, and Parles seem to be in Beckland, and the strength of the convergence is amazing, in case Amon comes in to fish in troubled waters, from the source fort to the soothsayer to the thief, none of them can escape, and can only count on the Lord of the Storm to beat Amon for the sake of the true creator.

"You're thinking too much."

The true creator snorted with his nose:

"Amon won't be in Beckland at this time, that's my judgment of her character. The only one who could make her appear was Pales Zoroaster. But in such a special time, the storm will impose martial law on Beckland, and she will not risk too much danger to sneak into Beckland. ”

"Yes."

Edward held his chin:

"I think you can choose Charatu or Pales, don't hang yourself on the tree of Crean, I don't think they are much different in terms of character alone, maybe Parles is a little kinder."

The true Creator looked at her.

Edward smiled gloatingly.

If you want to support Pales, you have to rip off the uniqueness and sequence of a certain angel king with a strong background.

In the Quaternary Period, Amon and the thief family - Zoroaster and Jacob both have a blood feud, if Pales is lifted up, not to mention whether Pales is willing to accept the funding of the true Creator, Pales, who is full of elder love for the family and descendants, is estimated to backhand Amon to death to comfort the spirits of the younger generations of the family in heaven.

"At this time, there is human selfishness again? You really treat her like a child. ”

Or to take a detour, first let Pales jump to the "door" path or "soothsayer", and then become a god, and then break a sequence of one and uniqueness from Amun...... But it still can't change the fact that Parles may slap Amon to death.

"Human nature is so complex." The true Creator freely admits it.

"I won't try to mediate the conflict between them, but out of my own selfishness, I don't want to see the two of them fight to the death."

"What about Zarathu?"

"Zarathu's accommodation has not been smooth, and I don't think her accommodation of the Source Fort will be smooth, and I will not consider it for the time being until Crane fails."

The True Creator shook his head almost without any hesitation:

"Don't think about anyone else just yet. I also have an idea to verify your way of living. Identity is just a character for you, in fact, 'Winter' or 'Edward' is not you, it's just a personal character that you use easily, and you are actually 'essentia incarnation'. It is only because you are the embodiment of essentia that the damage to essentia has such a great effect on you. ”

"Therefore, I have an idea - maybe I can compromise between you and our way of being, sooner or later I will have to accommodate the Chaos Sea, and instead of fighting the primordial spirit again without repentance to the point of suicide, I should try to make me the personality of the primordial for at least the next eighteen years."

"Very thoughtful." Edward nodded, "Although it depends on the original, I think your success rate is high. ”

She didn't complain about the real creator's obsession with this planet, but instead seriously discussed the topic:

"Your personal will itself is stronger, and you have experienced death and been reborn in madness, and once again recognize yourself, and it is not an exaggeration to say that your humanity and self are now on top of the earth, but when you contain the Sea of Chaos, the original spirit and will will erode you—not just the erosion of divinity, but the erosion of you by a higher, another life."

The True Creator sat down: "Tell me more." ”

"Your self-perception is still stable as a human being, which is the most important part of your humanity."

"Actually, the sun and the storm are fine, but the biggest erosion of you should be 'omniscience'."

"I think it's a good thing for you to have the memories and identity of the old era, and you should be thankful for the past world. Because humans once controlled electricity, you are still human when you get the 'storm', and the same is true for the 'sun', and the old world can help you resist the original will in the occult. But human beings are not omniscient and not omnipotent, so when you attain 'omniscient omnipotence,' you are truly out of the human realm. ”

Edward sat down with him, pulled a blank piece of paper from the table, and drew a long line on it with a pen:

"I'll assume that this line segment is the 'omniscience' you perceive when the antigen was first eroded."

"This is the birth of the universe." Edward drew a cut on the line segment.

"This is the origin of life." Edward crossed back.

"It's the formation of stars and nebulae."

"This is the first knowledge and authority."

"This is the beginning and the end of our world."

"This is the universe before the first memory."

“……”

"This is the Earth."

With only the last centimeter left in the long line, Edward picked up a magnifying glass and carefully drew another centimeter infinitely close to the end of the line.

"It's human."

"The earth is 4.6 billion years old, and if you look at the time of the earth from an 'omniscient' perspective, you will find that human beings only appear in the last ten seconds of the long history of the planet, and in these ten seconds, human beings are born at a rapid pace, build civilizations at a rapid pace, and destroy at a rapid pace."

"And the 4.6 billion years of the earth are only a few tens of seconds or minutes in the universe."

"Then you entered an extraordinary age, you single-handedly gave meaning to human existence, and they did not have enough time to generate the cohesion of their own race, you saved the world, you spread the faith, you acted infinitely closer to God, what means do you have to ensure that you still feel that you are human, that short life that exists for ten seconds, and not God?"

The True Creator looked at the line segment, "That's why you haven't supported me in recovering the 'White Tower'. ”

"Didn't I say that? Now you hold the direction of the Creator, but you can't create everything, you don't know everything, and you are indeed the Creator, you are now a 'bug' who has exploited a loophole, maybe it can really be done. ”

That's right, humans are such small creatures. It can only occupy a position for more than ten seconds in the memory of the earth, and it is like a speck of dust in the memory of the universe...... If we want to understand human beings, we must not only understand the power and greatness of human creation, but also accept the insignificance and powerlessness of human beings. We can't indulge in the illusory sense of omnipotence brought about by extraordinary power, nor can we blindly put human beings in a weak perspective......

The True Creator recalls the life he once had, the efforts he made to resist the beginning: "I have my thoughts, how much can your authority strengthen memories?" ”

"Adam as a medium, if stable, can exert the power of the true God."

True God...... Very well, if I can infiltrate the power of the old days through the barrier, I should consider whether to kick you out, or whether to become a god and flee with the earth.

But the word of the true God is acceptable. The True Creator nodded slightly, regardless of whether the words of the Outer God were true or false, but since she said so, the power that infiltrated must be the level of the True God.

"Then I'll ask individual questions."

Edward rubbed his hands:

"Before I go, I'm going to retrieve the bound god? The authority of self-restraint may be useful in keeping you human. ”

"That's the chips that hold the smooth." The true creator did not want to agree, "The god of binding has carried the pollution of the Mother Tree of Desire for nearly a thousand years, I hope she can save her life, if you must advance the payment, then you can only take the uniqueness." ”

"Okay, then I'll go." Edward immediately stood up, "I'll come back to you after dinner." ”

……

'What do you see?' ’

Seeing my devotees being slaughtered, from the vast fields to the dense forests, from the breezy shores to the deep mountains and valleys, my devotees and people are dying, their blood staining the earth red.

'What did you do?' ’

In the face of war and unjustified killings, I have tried to revise the concept of moderation and encourage people to participate in the revolt, but my country is too weak. Guns and scythes of extraordinary power instead of death slashed through the necks of the warriors wielding cold weapons, and the heroic and powerless could only die senselessly, leaving the living to sink in madness and pain.

"Then don't you hate something? Torzna. ”

The demon found the soul that was in danger in the midst of pollution, the old yellowed bandage wrapped around the withered body of the "god", the brown branches pierced her body, and her belly bulged and shriveled...... Compared to a god, she resembles a mummy that has just been dug up from the royal tomb by explorers. Oh, and without any gold and silver decorations and a golden coffin to prove its identity, this mummy Yin is probably enough to even enter the museum.

"Don't you hate something? Why don't you support the indulgents, when you have been harmed by the war. ”

The demon sat cross-legged on a branch and flipped through some of the memories that stuck most in the other's mind...... The fragmented memories are nothing more than some ancient pictures of the destruction of the country and the death of people, so he prescribed the right medicine and casually tempted a few words in a homely tone.

The war detached the ideas of moderation from the masses and allowed the power of the indulgents to grow rapidly. Born more than 900 years ago, Siea was originally just an inconspicuous character. As a result, they became more and more powerful during the war, and finally killed the leader of the temperance faction, Renette Tinnicol, a few years ago, so that the temperance faction was completely defeated by the temperance faction.

Like a hammer finale, the bound god is no longer powerless to compete with the mother tree of desire.

"As the greatest invisible victim of war, as a god who has lost his believers and everything in the war, you are most qualified to hate."

"Just raise the gun like this, raise the knife, throw something over there. Or open your mouth to the land over there and say something cursed - if your followers die, at least let them lose some of them, okay? Your people have lost their families, and at least they have to lose their families in order to gain some cruel solace. ”

The red light faded, and the shriveled Mu Nai-yin opened his mouth and let out a silent roar.

"You don't want to hurt civilians, hatred never ends......?"

Edward listened to the roar and replied, "I can understand why you are where you are now. ”

"It seems that your role is not too successful, you are bound by everything, including your own conscience, your own morality. You have provided a philosophy of self-control, but you have not given a new idea to believers in a special time, and your moral standards need to be lowered. Indulgence is obviously just a worse way to play, but it has been played by you genius highlanders into two ways to govern the country. ”

"Well, dear bound god, you may not believe it, but I'm here to set you free. Whether this is demagogy or a lie, you must listen carefully: let go of your spiritual blockade, let me take your place, let me understand you, let me help the weak you lead the believers in the high ground, express your sincerity to me, open your heart to me—"

Edward stretched out his hand:

"Give me your uniqueness."

tbc

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Half of the code code was suddenly called out to participate in the family dinner and speak, I go, I go, I am afraid that I will almost die outside.