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"According to Eurasia...... Before the cataclysm, there should be many cities near the sea in the Eastern Continent, right? ”

The true Creator does not answer.

Sunlight pours down on the Godforsaken Land, slowly purifying the land of millennia of pollution and darkness. Edward walked around and did some impromptu archaeology from time to time, admiring the scenery of this wasteland where there was nothing as if he were really traveling.

"There has been a death here, and there are traces of a fight, a bone...... It's a small team, an exploration team sent by the last living forces of a city-state on the verge of extinction, in search of some food. ”

Edward stretched out his hand and gestured, "Then they encountered a terrible monster in the darkness and perished here. ”

"This happened in ...... Nine hundred and eighty-seven years ago. ”

The True Creator glanced in the direction of her hand, her authority had no history, nothing to see, only a dull wasteland, and a few solid detriths of indiscernible material. She closed her eyes and didn't ask what happened to the people who were still waiting in the city-state to return with food after the group was destroyed, because the end was already doomed.

The city-state is on the verge of collapse, and even if the team doesn't die this time, they will be in danger next time, next time. Even if you can return with your prey every time, you can't resist the never-ending darkness and despair, madness and death are the only answers to Godforsaken Lands.

She understood why the Decayed King loved it.

Along the way, there are these little episodes, the chatter of the outer gods surrounding the ears of the true Creator. At this time, she didn't feel that the other party was deliberately disturbing her thinking and emotions, but thought that it was a disguised help. Because through the other party's narration and records, she can feel that her connection with this land is becoming more and more profound, and the weight on her body is gradually increasing.

Although he felt tired, sad, and helpless, the True Creator had never understood so clearly the suffering experienced by the Eastern Continent, and had never been so clearly aware of what he had done, and what a desperate world he had formed when one of his own decisions fell on the earth.

"God" does not feel guilty. God is always right.

"God" does not suffer. God is all-knowing and all-powerful.

"God" will not regret it. God has no doubt.

But people are not.

Relying on these inconspicuous differences, the true Creator has always been able to overcome the clearer and clearer call of the ear again and again.

“…… Oh, there's a city here. ”

The outer god who was walking outside doing free and irregular movements suddenly stopped, she walked a few steps in place, facing a certain direction, reached out and grabbed a handful in the air, and the countless information, records and histories from the land were suddenly attracted as if they had encountered a whirlpool, and gradually gathered in her hands a book image of a model lake. The true Creator also paused to observe the actions of the outer gods.

The spiritual realm of the Eastern Continent is still not completely connected with the outside world, and these information and records do not come from the spiritual realm, but ......

…… The memory of the land itself?

The true creator couldn't help but think of the "memory of calamity" he experienced during his godhood ceremony, which contained so many people, so many cities, so many different perspectives and identities, and it was indeed more like a record from the perspective of space, a proof of existence, than the memory of a certain person or some people.

However, being able to do this proves that she has established a stable communication with the half-body outside the sky and is able to use the power of the other party.

With a soft thud, a book that didn't look anything special fell into Edward's hand. She flipped through it roughly, looked at the contents of the book, looked at the ground under her feet, and said suspiciously, "The city of mountain cliffs? ”

It was surrounded by a wasteland, with no mountains or cliffs.

The real Creator's eyes twitched slightly, and the name evoked some of her extremely distant memories.

With a flick of Edward's wrist, the somewhat thick book began to turn the pages automatically, and with the turning of the pages, the world around him suddenly changed.

Suddenly, a mountain peak appeared out of thin air, and countless illusory masonry and wood flew up from the ground, and the stone bricks up to several centimeters wide built a thick city wall, and the stone slabs paved the wide ground. A city with a clear giant style, but also with a human affection for delicate and delicate patterns and carvings rises from the ground, a huge city is built against the mountain, and the winding mountain roads are neat and beautiful.

It was as if going back in time, and the phantoms of the city's inhabitants appeared, who were talking and laughing with each other, and there were people who were selling.

The castle gradually shrank, and it seems that it took many expansions to finally reach its size. The walls disappeared, the walls turned into raw materials, the ground changed from stone slabs to ordinary dirt roads, and the clothes of the people who came and went quickly became simple and even rudimentary, with only a few pieces of cloth left around their bodies.

Then, the number of people gradually decreased, the number of giants increased rapidly, and occasionally elves appeared. And almost every giant has some thin and thin human beings surrounded by a few simple pieces of fabric, and even unclothed humans.

Edward flipped through the book, and the phantom of the city changed as she moved, like pulling the progress bar of the video.

The True Creator stared at the city and suddenly asked, "How did it come to earth?" ”

Edward's flipping through the book paused, and he turned straight to the last few pages.

The magnificent city built on the mountain suddenly trembled violently, and it seemed that an unprecedented earthquake suddenly struck, and the phantom faces of the walking humans invariably showed a look of astonishment.

Extraordinary people came out to maintain law and order, evacuate the crowd, and let them go to the shelters prepared in the city, but then, the whole sky suddenly went black, thunder and lightning flashed, silver sword light pierced the sky, and an aftermath hit, and the entire mountain peak was sliced open like tofu.

Mountains collapsed.

No one had time to resist, and the city and its people were reduced to pieces, buried in rubble and dirt.

The light between heaven and earth was lost, shadows flowed, and the wreckage of mountains and cities melted into bloody darkness. More than a thousand years later, under the extraordinary convergence, monsters rushed by, digging through the earth to find the remnants of extraordinary properties, strange extraordinary plants grew, and the ruins of this uplifted hill and cliff city slowly disappeared, never to be found again.

The book closes, and a story is told. Edward observed the real Creator and asked curiously, "Have you been here?" ”

"Coming here means that my destination is not far away."

The True Creator didn't answer the question directly, she lowered her eyes and scanned the wasteland beneath her feet, a sigh in her voice.

“…… I walked out of the Sea of Chaos and trekked through the Eastern Continent for a long time in confusion, this strange world is full of horrors and strange monsters everywhere. Even I myself have become a stronger monster with divine and strange powers. ”

"Then, in a small village on the mountain, I finally met human beings, human beings born as slaves."

"Actually, the giants are quite gentle in comparison, although they will treat humans as a kind of toy and play nasty games, but at least they will not eat humans, they will not take pleasure in abusing humans, they will not discuss how old humans taste best, and they will not make me feel too disgusting."

Her words stopped there, and the True Creator raised his head, looked into the distance, and chose a direction to move forward.

Edward listened attentively to her speech, and pondered for a moment what age humans should be at their best, then stopped thinking about the subject, and tucked the book in his hand into his cupboard, and followed.

……

"A republic or a constitutional monarchy, that's the question."

Richard looked left and right: "Anyway, don't engage in the kingdom, I don't think it matters at all whether there is a king in the highlands or not, is anyone against it?" I heard that Intis has begun to implement basic social security and let the extraordinary join the production and labor, do we really need a so-called royal family to support us? In the past, it may have been true that a strong leader was needed to rally the Highlanders. However, look at these royal families, recognize the reality, actively prepare for war, inspire the people, and correctly use the fighting power of indulgence and liberation...... If one of them is not wrong, we will not turn away from them. Now, even the rebels have returned to the country under the banner of the royal family, and what do you expect a royal family to do with them leading us? ”

The bound god was silent.

"I think...... Forget it, I'll vote for the Republic. Barranca hesitantly glanced at the bound god, the royal family of Tinicol is also the scroll family of the bound god, and being directly denied by Richard at the beginning still makes her feel a little complicated.

But even with great reluctance, she still sat down at the makeshift negotiating table, and the rest of the "silent disciples" and "puppets" sat at another square table in the distance, not daring to breathe and digest the progress.

The improvised building was filled with the presence of the Angel of Temperance, the King of the Damned, and the Bound God, and it was expected to be a new pilgrimage site for the Rose School for at least the next ten years.

It's a pity that Siea is not there, otherwise the angels of the Rose School will gather together to discuss the future, which will be a grand occasion that has never been seen before.

"It seems that the two of you also feel that the Heights do not need a royal family, or rather, they do not need a royal family with too much real power."

Seeing that the three of them had reached a consensus, Barranca asked the next question:

"Then is it necessary for us to have a constitutional monarchy? The royal family of Tinicol is almost dead, of course, if it is ...... Belch...... If the great bound god has the will of a constitutional monarchy, we can also find the remnants of the royal family of Tinicol in the school to succeed him...... So, what to do with Renette Tinicol, who has been biologicalized in the spirit world? After all, she is the scroller of the bound gods. ”

Or was killed by our indulgents.

“……”

Both of them shifted their gaze to the bound god, who was dressed in an inconspicuous robe, with an ordinary appearance and scarred. Tolzner thought for a moment and asked in a voice that didn't seem to have any mood swings:

"What does Renette think of the current Highlands?"

"I don't know, we just settled the matter of the garrison two days ago, and now we don't even have a provisional government, and we don't have time to inform others." Richard reached out and touched a cup of coffee, tasted the mellow coffee flavored in the Paz Valley for a while, and said as he drank it, "If you're curious, I'll go back and visit her in the spirit world, I guess the spirit creatures don't care much about the real world, and she's been dead for years." ”

"McHams." She leaned over and beckoned, "Add some milk for me." ”

The curly-haired Mahams stood up, then turned and went out the door, leaving the small room to get milk.

"Does Renette's attitude matter? I think Renette is probably only a little obsessed with Siea. ”

Barranca found a sense of involvement, and said casually: "Spiritual creatures are no longer alive, and it is normal to retain only one or two of the deepest feelings. Renette's heart now is estimated to be only her own temperance faction, and the Si'a who killed her. ”

"Maybe she hates you too." Richard teased, "After all, you became the Lord of the Damned when she died." ”

"I don't care what dead people think."

"The last time I talked to her was more than a year ago, and she still didn't like that to me anyway. Of course, it's good to be attached to your juniors, and I'm planning to find a time to visit Renette and Sharon. ”

"Visit?" Barranca scoffed.

"Hmph. Now it's time to visit. Richard laughed, "Little Sharon has limited strength, so he doesn't dare to come with us openly." Now that Steve is dead, then Marich should already be a resentful soul, two young resentful spirits, who can't unite the temperance faction who fled to the Northern Continent, and can't surrender to the bottom of the mortal enemy, they are just inconsequential children, what do I care about them? ”

"You seem to have gained a lot from going to the Northern Continent this time."

"It's really a lot, I saved a very rich little girl in the family." The Angel of Temperance took the tray where the coffee was placed, and brushed it with his palm, and the simple tray without any pictures grew clusters of flower-like lines, "The little girl is a viewer with good psychological quality, and I plan to turn her over to cure our madmen and neuropathy here, and the mental hospital is almost overwhelmed with low-level members." ”

"Audience?" Barranca was curious, "Psychological Alchemy?" ”

"Maybe."

As he spoke, McHams knocked on the door with a milk jug, and Richard handed over the coffee in his hand, and asked the bound god on a whim, "It's a good time for afternoon tea, would you like a snack?" It was as if there was only blood and no food in our sacrifice to you. ”

The bound god looked at her, not explicitly objecting.

With a wave of his hand, Richard beckoned to McHams, who had just returned to his seat, "Prepare a refreshment for our revered god!" ”

McHams, whose butt had not yet touched the cushion, was silent for two seconds, then stood up again and walked out of the house.

"Let's move on to Renette."

Richard cleared his throat and looked at the bound god:

"It seems that God has not thought of a good solution, so let's discuss whether there is a need for the existence of a republic - first of all, in terms of productivity, I think our prisoners and criminals are really rotten, and the meaning of our low-order existence may only be for psychiatrists to play the role of mental patients, which is almost useless in terms of people's livelihood, do you have any objections?"

"I basically agree with you, but I think our moderation still has a bit of a role for society."

Barranca immediately retorted:

"The Byron Empire can hire skeletons to farm, and so can our living corpses."

Richard couldn't help but sneer: "How many times have you said that moderation is a social moral requirement, can you eat this thing as a meal?" Can you, can anyone else? According to what you say, then we prisoners actually have a bit of a role to play in terms of productivity, you see, as long as we reach Sequence 2, we can use the invincible Transformation Curse to make food! ”

“…… I'm not talking to you about this! ”

"By the way, has the bread been delivered?"

"It's been given out as a working meal." Barranca picked up the topic, "Recently, the city that has been damaged by the school is being renovated, and there are many jobs, and the people are still very motivated. ”

"Well, that's good." Richard pondered, "What does the new urban planning look like?" Go back and show me the blueprints. ”

"Okay."

As the two angels chatted, Mehamus cautiously stepped forward and placed a fluffy-looking milk muffin in front of the bound god. The bound god in the throne nodded at him, and the latter was honored to receive the potion feedback and returned to his place. Tolzner looked at his two angels with restraint, feeling as if there was a strange tacit understanding between them.

While the topic keeps changing, from the new Highland state polity to Renette's point of view, to the productivity of the prisoners and the renovation of the city, there is always a strange frequency of overlapping, smooth communication, and then returning to the most important thing again.

"Well, I think my point of view is a bit biased, too."

Richard touched his chin: "You're right, since werewolves don't want brains, then let's just let them do manual work." Living corpses can be sent to farm, while wraiths can enter factories to control machines...... No, it's better not to do this, one grudge is enough to make half a textile mill function, and it won't do the people any good. What did the Byron Empire do? ”

Barranca's hands are spread:

"The current policy of the consuls of the Byron Empire is to let the extraordinary do most of the work, and then use the productivity of the extraordinary to improve the welfare and living standards of the people. The form of work is equivalent to that of a bishop, and the extraordinary people in the middle and upper ranks are in charge of the city, and some of the extraordinary people in the lower order participate in the city activities. The supporting laws have not yet been introduced, but probably because of the absolute control of the Death Path from the top down, there have not been too many bad influences so far, and the extraordinary people of the Death Church have not shown dissatisfaction. ”

The bound god tore the muffins in small pieces, listening to the political information that meant nothing to her without any reaction.

She felt the sensation of normal food and the collision of her mouth, and took it as seriously as if she were doing research to stabilize her state and humanity.

Richard thought for a few minutes, then snorted.

"We should start by discussing the attitude towards the people."

"What do you mean?"

"Do you want the extraordinary to do everything, liberate the productivity of the extraordinary, improve people's welfare, and raise them like pets, or let the extraordinary power be used by ordinary people, so that ordinary people can correctly recognize and understand the extraordinary, and gradually establish the idea of changing the world through the correct use of extraordinary power." Richard knocked on the table, her words made Barranca show a thoughtful expression, and the demigods also pricked up their ears, "The first is the simplest, and it doesn't require thinking, with extraordinary abilities, we can take care of all aspects of society, but if this continues, in the long run, the contempt of ordinary people for ordinary people will be even more serious." ”

"It's serious now."

Richard whispered: "Last full moon, a resentful soul indulged in a state that did not adjust in time, sucked the souls of more than fifty people in an entire village, and did not feel guilty after sobering up, his guilt and sadness were only because he was going to be executed. Power, power, money, all temptations alienate people, especially our pathway, which is full of temptations and indulgences. ”

"It's okay." "It's more serious in the North Continent," Barranca said. ”

"Can you compare it up? Look at the Church of the Creator in the Northern Continent! ”

When it comes to the Church of the Creator, considering that he and the others still need to see each other's faces to live, Barranca had to be more serious:

"I want to hear about it."

"Don't ask me, you'll find out for yourself next month."

The Aurora Society itself has a profound heritage, and after occupying the Eternal Sun Church almost bloodlessly, its energy has reached an astonishing level. The Church of the Creator can vigorously cultivate low-order extraordinary people to enter all walks of life to promote production, ignore the condemnation of the Mother Earth God Church and directly encourage the families of church members to become "cultivators", and also let the steam church participate in labor, but the Rose School cannot.

Rose School...... The Rose School can restrain its members to work hard and be considered successful.

Richard took a few bites of lemon in his heart.

"The way we treat the people needs to be more observed and discussed, and since we don't plan to learn from the Byran Empire, the restoration of the country cannot be done overnight...... Why don't we discuss the details of tonight's operation? ”

……

"Both the true creator and that terrible god have entered the Eastern Continent?"

In the depths of the Sodrak Palace, hearing this secret report, George III, who was almost one with the shadows, opened his eyes, and a trace of doubt flashed in his dark blue eyes.

The true god of the demonic path...... Or that the visitor from outside the world made a deep impression on George III, and it is almost impossible not to feel fear when you think about it. At the same time, she wondered not only why the real creator had suddenly gone to the Godforsaken Lands, but also another thing—

This piece of information was actually provided to her by the Storm Church!

The Storm Church, which has always given people a sense of recklessness and rudeness, has surpassed George III's hounds in terms of intelligence gathering speed!

“…… You're doing a great job, go down. ”

After retiring from the demigods, George III stood up from his high-backed chair and paced slowly around the palace, frowning as he pondered the possible implications of this piece of information—the Church of the Storm was so sensitive to this matter, and there was probably something else in it. And these mysteries have been recognized by the storm and the night, and he who can claim to be the emperor doesn't know it yet.

Her eyes glanced slightly to the corner of the palace, where an inconspicuous paper figure was pasted in the dark of the ornament.

"Zaratulqing, what do you think?"

The paper figure trembled twice, and let out the old man's indistinct whisper: "I have a guess......"

"Oh?"

"According to the legend recorded by my ancestors, the Creator came out of the Eastern Continent and opened the glorious Third Age." Zarathu recalled for a long time that she was not an angel, as a human being, of course, she had a time when she was young, sitting next to her elders and listening attentively to the stories of the elderly, but now time has passed, the ancestors are gone, the family is gone, she has also become an old man, but there are no descendants who will sit next to her and listen to the stories.

She laughed and said, "My ancestors said that there may be some secrets in the Eastern Continent, and the true creator has returned there, perhaps because she is now going to take back her disciples, or some secrets in the Eastern Continent. ”

"Is the church concerned with the itinerary of the true Creator, or the secrets of the Eastern Continent?"

George III didn't say the name of the Lord of the Storm, and now that she was the King of Angels, she easily attracted the other party's attention.

“…… Looks like it's time for action. ”

George III exhaled softly, and although she still had doubts in her heart, she was not stupid, and she would not explore ancient secrets that had nothing to do with her when there was something more important in front of her.

Work with the Storm Church and gain the acquiescence of the Night Church...... This was unthinkable a few months ago, but now it has come true.

George III paced, the corners of his mouth uncontrollably raised.

With such joy, her long-cherished wish is already close at hand.

tbc

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This is an update on the 7th, a little more written.

When I wake up, I'll rub another chapter No. 8.