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After saving the Rorsted Islands and reporting safety to Azik by the way, Crane's heart that had been hanging for a long time finally relaxed.

At the same time, he has some speculation about the new job that Azik "doesn't like very much but has to do".

Mr. Azik really went to the Byran Empire, too, he was Byron's former "Death Archon", and he was still the son of the Grim Reaper, and now that the Grim Reaper has returned, it is impossible to let Mr. Azik continue to operate in the Northern Continent alone...... I haven't been to the Southern Continent for a long time, and I don't know what the current situation of the Bailang Empire is...... Crane thoughtfully swapped places with the secret puppet "World" again, shielded the secret puppet sitting on the main seat of the "Fool", and then listened to the conversation between the "Hermit" and "Alger".

I didn't listen for a few minutes, and the two didn't talk about anything else, just discussing the current situation.

The "World" first looked at Alger, and said in the usual tone:

"Mr. 'Hanged Man', through a special way of communication between the reels, I have received news that the 'Laurel' has left the vicinity of the Rorsted Islands, and you can choose a time to leave here and return to your body."

Together, Alger and Gadelia looked at the main seat, where the fog was thick and there was not a great being they were all familiar with. Then this "special way of communication between the Volumeners" is very intriguing, the two members who are better than ordinary Extraordinary Beings in terms of vision and occult knowledge reserve look at each other, and reach a consensus through their eyes:

After the "world" became a demigod, his authority in this mysterious space also increased.

Is this the prerogative of the volume holder? Alger clenched his fists, a flash of fire in his eyes, and he nodded towards the "world", his attitude was even better than usual: "I know." But how do you get out of here? ”

Crane was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that usually they left with the hands of "fools" and put them back into his body one by one, so he nodded slightly and said without revealing any flaws: "I'll help you go back." ”

The two tactically leaned back, and Crane clearly saw that Alger's expression was a little more excited.

"My 'Blue Avenger' is probably going to be lost in this disaster, my crew is all dead, and if I go back alone, I will probably face endless speculation and temptation from the Church - if my subordinate survives in such a situation, I will even think about whether to restore him to his identity, he may have received the hidden pollution without knowing it."

The "Hanged Man" calmly finished this long paragraph, indicating his attitude and making hints.

Crane, who was already half a man, immediately received the hint and asked a rhetorical question as if confirmed:

"You're not going back to the Church of the Storm?"

A Sequence 5 powerhouse whose playing progress is steadily improving, no matter which organization he is placed in, is a mid-to-high-level player, and can get good treatment, not to mention that the "Fool" holds the blasphemy card of this path, Alger feels that he can push open that door, gain divinity, become a demigod, and no longer have to stay in the Storm Church trembling and hiding himself, repeatedly digesting low-rank potions - he just drank an extra Sequence 6. So, under the gaze of the "hermit" and the "world", Alger nodded affirmatively:

"Yes. I'll go back, and what awaits me may be house arrest and recovery, and I'll leave, maybe there's another way. ”

"I know."

Crane nodded slightly, and said as little as possible without showing mood swings, "I'll figure it out for you." ”

"Thank you." Alger was secretly happy.

As a member of the Tarot Society, and with the arrangement of the "World" scroller, Alger felt an indescribable sense of pleasure - he felt that he no longer had to worry about getting twice the result with half the effort, and he no longer had to worry about looking at people's faces everywhere like in the Storm Church, and he didn't have to worry about being robbed of his credit, so he could only share some soup and water. He will probably finally be able to accumulate credit normally and exchange it for future formulas normally!

At that moment, there was a buzz in Crane's ears, and someone was praying to him, and the voice was very urgent.

He frowned as soon as he recognized the voice and its contents.

"Dear Mr. 'Fool'."

In the picture, it is Audrey and Firth, and even Hugh is there, and the three Tarot members who met in reality are gathered in what appears to be an underground shelter, surrounded by darkness and gaslight, illuminating the figures in it as best they can...... There were not many people, and there were bodyguards scattered everywhere to protect them, and there were few civilians, so it seems that this should be a refuge belonging to Queens, and the users are mostly middle-class and aristocratic.

Firth and Hugh probably happened to be in the vicinity, and after entering the Vault, they happened to see Audrey again, so they naturally approached as friends.

The three of them, their faces full of nervousness, whispered prayers in the corner, and the people around them were ignored by psychological hints:

"Do you know what's going on?"

"It's dark, there are lightning and waves everywhere, and there is another voice that says that Lenburg has joined the camp of the Vorsack Empire and is preparing to attack us, and the Emperor Rune will be the first to discover and exterminate ......"

Audrey's voice trembled slightly, and the sudden bombing came to her mind, no matter how restrained she was, the instinctive fear of death could not be completely "appeased":

"Dear Mr. 'Fool', has the war finally spread to us?"

……

On the southern continent, in the highland colonies that are being rebuilt, several angels are uncharacteristically silent.

Not only did they not speak, the entire colony was quiet, the spirit of the Grim Reaper was extremely active, the Raging Sea and the tributaries of the River of Eternal Darkness that she barely controlled all began to stir, she had not left yet, and the southern continent was naturally the most affected.

In the pitch-black sky, the door of the underworld has long been opened, and the spirit world and the real world overlap, and the slightest carelessness will interact with necromantic creatures and spirit creatures, and then be pulled to another world, and the world will evaporate.

The bound god covered his ears, Barranca covered his mouth, and Richard closed his eyes.

Don't listen, don't respond, don't look.

The angels are spiritually powerful and force everyone to obey their commandments, to look only at the present, not to speak, not to listen to those words - spirit creatures will not reason with you, and only by cutting off all interaction can you prevent being attacked by them for all sorts of reasons.

Source change app】

……

"How much of the power of 'memory' can you wield in this state?"

"It's very little, half the old days are the sky, don't you plan to talk to God?"

"I can't stay here forever, I have to have a break."

"I can't jump into the Sea of Chaos, so you're using this method to force me to participate?"

The Declining King sat next to the true Creator, his back against the blasphemous slate, his gray-white hair spreading around like spider silk or the roots of an old tree: "Just for this, you used the power of the Chaos Sea to imagine a me?" ”

The True Creator nodded with his eyes closed.

"And it's strange to me that you're fantasizing." The Decaying King pointed to his head with an unnatural expression, "Is this your omniscience judgment for you?" You're dreaming of me...... The real me, I haven't met God a few times. ”

Just as the historical projection can capture the living, and the living can also descend their consciousness on the historical projection to fight on their behalf, this level of fantasy is more like a summoning ritual. It is reasonable for the true creator to use the Chaos Sea to imagine that the "King of Decay" is next to it, so the Chaos Sea fabricates such an empty shell that fits the setting, and then the only consciousness in the universe that really has this name will notice this God-designed empty shell and choose whether to wake up on this empty shell.

"Your imagination is abundant, and now I am connected to essentia."

Of course, the King of Decay came down voluntarily to help, after all, it was most beneficial for her to be the true creator to become the main personality, and to be idle on it was also idle, and she did not have the hobby of torturing Amon to pass the time:

"What are you going to do?"

The True Creator closed his eyes and said in a half-dead voice, "Dive into the memory, go and talk to her, she can easily make me disappear, but just put me here." Omniscient told me that the battle in Intis was fierce and that I couldn't stay here forever. ”

“…… Is it. ”

The King of Decay put his hand against his chin and said after a while, "Well, you are more decisive than I thought, but no matter how fast you are, your followers will lose, so what are you going to do with Rune in the future?" ”

"They believe in the wrong God, and I will help them to convert before the end times." The True Creator muttered, "Either way, I will successfully host the essentia, or become a part of the essentia, I will protect the earth, and the apocalyptic crisis will be lifted." ”

"And then, do you want to keep going like this?" The King of Decay asked, "Take advantage of the extraordinary development of productive forces, so that the resources of production are greatly abundant, and you control the extraordinary, so that mankind can always live in a carefree 'golden age.'" ”

The True Creator calmly said, "This may be the best answer." ”

"No problem, then I'll go to your consciousness."

The outer god turned sideways, stretched out his hand, and laid it over the eyes of the true Creator.

The power of memory was suddenly activated, and the same old and immortal god easily shared the memory brought by God's "omniscience", and the history books of the years were full of histories that could allow her to blow up a few blood pressure monitors, but it didn't matter, the power of "withering" was hungry to absorb these knowledge and memories, like a plant poking out its roots in the desert, compiling one record after another at an unimaginably fast speed.

"Long time no see, God." The King of Decay smiled and said, "It should have been her idea to ask me for help, but it was you who did it, and you have finally become the god you hate the most in the long struggle?" The fraud and deception just now are very disguised. ”

Then, the part of the data of the real real Creator that floated in the depths of the ocean of consciousness was retrieved by her at high speed with her own name—God had little friendship with her, but the real Creator was much more familiar—and then connected, and those memories that had almost been washed away and almost disappeared on the edge of the vast universe were gathered back together, sorted into serial numbers, sorted out the order before and after, and pinched out human form, just like writing a detailed biography of the characters. Then the Decaying King snapped the record into the empty shell of the human form.

The corners of the Creator's mouth rose slightly, the sea of light and shadow rippled a little, and the shell of the Decaying King suddenly twisted.

"Your future is only endless decline and death, and it is no wonder that you can temporarily deceive the imperfect 'omniscience'."

"Unfortunately, I have already made a prophecy."

"There's no need to predict, sooner or later she'll be you." The King of Decay said, "You are not in a hurry to be resurrected, and you have nothing to do, so why don't you try to sleep a little longer and see what she can do?" ”

"I'm not you, and I'm not going to pursue ethereal possibilities."

God said compassionately, "I am the only one, and I don't need any other way of raising me—I am the truth." ”

The King of Decay snapped her arm, which was broken along with her garment, and turned into a gray-white branch, with which she pierced the heart of the true Creator. Then the weight of essentia struck, and the empty shell of the outer gods was suddenly torn apart and restored to the most essential spirituality.

In the world of consciousness struggle, the true Creator who has reshaped his body by the outer gods by thunder has finally found himself again.

She opened her eyes, slightly frightened and dazed, recalling what had just happened. Then she saw that she was still lying at the bottom of the chaotic sea, and her mood was extremely calm, as if everything she could perceive had disappeared. She found that she seemed to be able to control part of the Chaos Sea, but her mind was still mixed with countless memories and large blank spaces that made it impossible for her to tell who she really was.

She climbed ashore and subconsciously glanced at her feet, then felt a hint of confusion at her actions.

But she wasn't confused for long, for she saw Amon still standing, and she remembered that Intis was under attack, so she immediately rushed out, defeated the Storm Lord, dealt with her as a traitor, and then reclaimed her authority and saved Intis as the sun.

Now that God has been born, this world naturally no longer needs the Lord of Mysteries, and the outer gods also know that they can't go to war with God, so they leave one after another. Clarion Moretti also became a member of the Church of the Creator and lived a simple and happy life.

The apocalyptic crisis is solved.

Everything is peaceful, the world is very beautiful, and after she has fulfilled her long-cherished wish, she looks at the happy world and decides willingly-

"What are you thinking?!"

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in her heart, and even her head was in sharp pain, and a strange roar that she had never heard before appeared in her ears, she had never heard this voice, but the moment she heard it, she subconsciously conceived a human form of a model lake.

"I didn't help you to see that you willingly became God!"

The voice raised a few degrees, showing dissatisfaction and strong condemnation of her incompetence - although the real Creator did not know where he was not angry, she had become God, saving the earth and saving mankind, who was so bold to speak to her like this? In terms of God's temperament, she should immediately exercise the power of a tyrant and let this outspoken creature know who the truth of the universe is, but she is strangely weak-hearted, as if she has really forgotten something very important.

Forgot something?

"Who are you?" The True Creator asked, but was not answered.

Who's talking to me? She was puzzled, but after a little thought, she immediately felt a warning coming from her spiritual awareness.

Warn?

The True Creator was stunned, and when she reclaimed her authority and drank the outer gods, her spiritual consciousness did not react! She is already God, who can make God feel in danger? Who dares to warn God not to think?

Then she looked up at the perfect world in front of her, at the almost identical smiles on everyone's faces, and at the sight of them kneeling neatly on the ground, shouting praises to the Creator, and suddenly felt a pang of unwarranted fear.

She immediately stepped down from the altar and grabbed a priest who smiled gratefully.

The True Creator felt more and more uneasy, and she asked the priest, "What is your day like?" ”

The priest replied respectfully: "Rise up in the morning, pray to you, sing praises to you, have communion at noon, then pray to you, and dinner after sunset, and there is a need for work, but you must also remember your glory in your work, and do not slack off." ”

The true creator frowned deeply, this is not right, no, what is wrong with this? Believers should be like this, and of course believers of God should give everything to God, give everything to God, and that should be it, because I have given them everything, and they should repay me with everything...... She was a little upset, and subconsciously pushed the other party away, but she didn't want to control her strength, and the priest flew out directly, hitting the huge cross statue behind her, and immediately hit her head and bleed.

But he still insisted on falling to his knees and worshipping the true Creator.

The True Creator resisted the urge to frown, she instinctively felt that something was wrong, something was wrong...... But at the same time, her will told her that this is right, that you are God, and that you should enjoy everything that believers have reasonably, even if it is to torture them, even if it is to make them die.

She approached the priest and whispered:

"If I let you kill yourself now, would you be willing?"

"Great Lord, I do!"

With an unchanging smile on the priest's blood-drenched face, terrifying against the blood, she reverently kissed the ground in front of the Creator, and then wrung her neck without thinking.

There was no splattering blood, just a twisted corpse lying at his feet.

This living person, who was still laughing a second ago, turned into a corpse with a satisfied smile on his face in the blink of an eye.

The real Creator's eyes are miniaturized, that's not right, it shouldn't be like this...... Why shouldn't it be? Believers should be grateful for any command from the gods, even if it is death. No! That's not right! Humans should not be unresponsive to such commands, at least hesitate, hesitate, be angry, and wonder...... No! This is the command of God, this is the command of God that they believe in, why should they hesitate? And what qualifications do they have to hesitate?

Mankind?

The true creator suddenly rose up with a ridiculous idea.

What is a human being?

Do they claim that what matters to me? Why should I remember, and why should I think "human beings should be like this"? Shouldn't my believers be to me—the flock—or even bacteria?

She turned her head and saw the others looking at the priest's body with envious eyes, and saw the golden sun hanging in the sky.

Who am I?

In the warm sun, the real creator is creepy.

tbc

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Come on.