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Edward almost couldn't laugh out loud.

Friend, your believers are experiencing a great flood, your gods are about to be killed, your angels' lives are also in jeopardy, the three ways are about to kill the answer, and now it's too late to repair Noah's Ark, but what you care about most is the faith of that kid from Klein?

Very well, he thought, in line with my stereotype of God, your relationship is really bad enough.

From God and believers and angels are renewable resources, really like that then fantasy a personality to come out with. But Tianzun's back hand is hard to come by, and it just so happens that this kid is right under God's nose - from that dream, you can already see how interested He is.

It is also emphasized that it is a "devout" believer!

What's worse is that the true creator did have the idea of making Klein his own believer, whether it is true faith or pretense, as long as the true creator can succeed, then becoming a believer in the creator is a good and harmless thing. He had this idea, and it was in harmony with God's little obsession, and it was probably something that the two of them rarely agreed upon.

He coughed, trying to keep his expression unchanged:

"What's making you hesitate?"

It is a good thing to be able to make the resurrected hand of my sworn enemy become my believer and personally help him nail the coffin board! So what did not God immediately get up and rush into Bakeland and press Klein's head into the holy water to wash in the face of such great temptation? The life experience of the real Creator does seem to have had such a small effect, that He is now thinking, hesitating—hesitating about what?

The black-haired stickman didn't answer, and the words on the notebook disappeared line by line.

It took about a full minute for God's answer to appear again:

"Looking forward to it."

Expect?

What can God expect from the back hand of Tianzun, it seems that the real Creator, you have really added some superfluous emotions to God.

Edward stared at the word in his notebook, and for the first time felt that things were getting interesting. The true Creator has integrated Himself into God's life and become a part of Him, and God knows and acquiesces in it. The true Creator has added some of his own emotions and the most intense personal feelings, and God knows it, and does not seem to have resisted it vehemently—it seems that God's followers, if they do not let out the nonsense of "I will replace you," but obediently "become one with God," can gain some tolerance and leave a trace of themselves.

Pitifully tolerant!

I always felt that God didn't care about the lives of people outside, and Edward didn't care either.

"What to expect?"

- What does the implication actually mean that the will of the true Creator and you have come to agree? Is there a consensus other than "let Klein be his own believer and live a good life"?

After writing this sentence, Edward thought for a moment and filled in the phrase "I am here for please". God is in a sense tolerant and equal, and He can answer all questions you ask, provided that you are sincere and polite.

The black stickman's circled eyes panned, as if staring at the cement ceiling of the institute, and after a while, a paragraph gradually appeared in the notebook.

"I am expecting, expecting him to voluntarily give up being the successor of Tianzun, expecting him to give up his responsibilities and ego, grovel to salvation, and become my believer for the happiness of the sheltered lamb."

"I'm also looking forward to what kind of posture he will have to fight with a few other imps, and finally they will die together."

You have a strange idea...... The former can be used to mock Tianzun to the end of the universe, and what is the latter for, will you also feel very happy to see Tianzun's heir deflated? Or is God just looking at the extraordinary crickets and finding them interesting?

Oh...... In this way, judging from the frequent holy wars started by believers, the frequent expeditions that they have to fight even if nothing is successful, the never-ending wars of faith, and the countless blood debts committed in the name of God, God does have the characteristic of watching crickets, and seems to like his followers to do something out of so-called piety and "God's favor", such as waging a war between petri dishes.

Edward held his cheeks, recalling the God of the Old Testament who was more like a freewheeling high-dimensional creature than the so-called God, and asked:

"Why don't you just kill them all?"

God's black hollow circles shifted their position and returned to their original positions. Immediately afterward, many simple and abstract figures began to appear in the blank space of Edward's notebook, including a human-faced demon wolf dozing with his eyes closed, Crane wearing a top hat, Amon wearing a monocle on his face, a white-bearded old man wearing a hood, and even an equally old but strange person.

Who is this? Edward gave the man a second look, but still didn't recognize him.

Then the tiny human avatars converge towards a central point, converging into a vortex that becomes a smiling mask.

When it comes to his sworn enemy, God's words are a little more: "The chain reaction of the pillars, there are still eighteen years before the barrier completely disappears, if I leave the Chaos Sea rashly, the consciousness of Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun will also awaken and contend with me at the first time, in the body of the demon wolf named Antigonus or Amon, or directly on the source castle." He will turn all the sequence 0s and creatures on Earth into secret puppets before I do it, and rob me of my Lamb, the world I created, and cause me trouble. ”

"Oh." Edward said, "Do you think that if you shoot them to death, you will stimulate Tianzun to wake up directly?" ”

The black-haired stickman did not answer.

"Is it your prophecy that they will break their heads and bleed and die together?"

God still didn't answer.

This prophecy is quite perfunctory, but the probability of coming true is not small.

"When I think about it, I think Zarathu and Antigonus have become respectable, for the creatures of the earth to become gods means to erase themselves, Antigonus needs strength to take revenge, I can understand, Zarathu and Amon worked so hard to fight for a chance to commit suicide, or to fight for a chance to turn others into toys instead of themselves, it is incredible."

"Don't you count the door in?"

"There's no need."

Mr. "The Door" Bethel Abraham was controlled by the fallen Mother Goddess and had been profoundly polluted. Unless he has no choice, Tianzun will directly give up on him, and will not resuscitate from this unfortunate angel king, so the fallen mother goddess can control him for so long.

From the point of view of "don't save me", Bethel also has a relatively strong idea of self-abandonment, and if there is a chance to completely die and escape from the control of the fallen mother god, he may also be willing to die happily.

In that case, there is no need to treat him as one of the contenders.

As long as it is a "door" to the potion of the true god, it can be viewed.

"Mr. Men seems to be just compatible with the 'wrong' godhood ceremony? Amon can steal it directly, and become a dual-path true god in one fell swoop......"

Edward thought of the details, couldn't help but touch his chin and began to think:

"Maybe George III too? Or maybe Adam simply wanted to add a god to the earth, in terms of time, George III's godhood ceremony can also be stolen, but under the premise that there is a 'door' Mr. can steal, it is not necessary until the last resort. ”

After all, George III is probably the new Black Emperor promoted by Adam, although it can also be regarded as a "necessary sacrifice", but the premise must be that the future Black Emperor can gain more benefits than a true god.

"Then again, do you want Intis anymore?" The prayers in his ears became more and more chaotic, and his emotions became more and more frenzied, Edward couldn't help but try to find out again how much true creator content was left of the current God, "If this continues, Leodro will unify the Northern Continent, do you plan to let your Intis become a government-in-exile and settle in the underground sealing room of the Storm Church just two months after the reorganization of the state?" ”

The dark-haired little man looked at the sky and said nothing.

"If my idea is to protect the planet and care for the people on it, then I don't care about a country and vice versa."

"If my idea was to contain Tianzun and ignore those reptile-like candidates for the time being, then I wouldn't act now."

The memory of the true Creator is useful, but not entirely. He was willing to self-destruct to become one with God, but it also depended on God's mood - God did not bother with whether the "I" in his words meant the memory of the real Creator or himself, but simply said calmly:

"Demon, you should be able to understand that my mercy is not infinite, and my forgiveness is by no means without a price."

He knew the desires and desires of the true Creator.

His recognition of the experiences and memories of the true Creator is "Him" after all, but that does not mean that He will fully accept His ideas.

The true Creator wants to protect humanity and wants to give it some more favors, and God allows it;

The true creator hopes that Klein will not be targeted by God because of his identity and the source fortress, and hopes that Klein can continue to live, and God allows it.

Edward turned his pen and absentmindedly thought of the last words of the true Creator:

"Come and stop me."

This does not mean that Crane should stop the resurrection of God, who is already in the sea of chaos. What's more, even Tianzun can't fix God in a certain personality and a certain memory, and God can't do it either, otherwise they should have made a result or shook hands and made peace.

What the real Creator wants to express is actually that he hopes that Klein can stop "God" and prevent God from creating a "perfect" world that is exactly the same as in his dream, a world that is perfect enough to be the same as whether there are humans or not.

- God does not allow this. It's just that he hasn't done anything in the fusion.

"Of course I know that you love human beings, but let them live naked and in the Garden of Eden. You planted an apple tree in the middle of your garden, but you were angry at the mischievous and deceitful serpent who tempted man to pick the fruit. ”

Leodro's rule of the Northern Continent does not mean that the world will be destroyed, and mankind will be destroyed, right?

Edward turned his pen in boredom and said something that Amon couldn't understand even though he racked his brains - the Garden of Eden was the stronghold of the Psychic Alchemy Society, and only animalistic desires existed in it, so why would God let humans live in it? There are no apple trees there, no naked humans, no snakes that tempt humans, what the hell is the devil talking about? - "You are omniscient and omnipotent, but you are very contradictory, you seem to expect humans to do something rebellious, but you do not allow them to rebel too much, Almighty, you are like a parent who is not very successful, can I say that?" ”

"There is no logic in your judgment, and you are not qualified to judge me." The black-haired stickman replied in a calm tone.

"Well, of course I know, I don't have the strength of you, I don't have your instincts, and of course I can't judge you, I'm just a weak passerby, and you just didn't say anything just now."

Edward followed the steps down, and he turned the page on the stickman, pausing on the top of the new page:

"I'll ask you one last time, it's true that you don't intend to stop Leodro at all, and you don't intend to protect Intis, right? After all, it's your believer, and if you don't want to care, then I don't care. ”

God did not get impatient in the repeated questioning, but simply repeated one sentence meaningfully:

"Medic won't have an accident."

……

Leodro raised a hand indifferently and disdainfully.

The astral plane shook, the clouds rolled, and the furious thunder brewed directly above the steam and machine gods, and the surrounding magnetic fields suddenly became violent and distorted, and the light of the analytical structure of the steam and machine gods was also distorted, almost sweeping over the land of Intis.

After the silver-white barrier, the water level of the sea quickly dropped, and in just a few breaths, it left the Hornachis Mountains and returned to where the sea was supposed to be. But the sea didn't disappear into thin air, and there was no tsunami anywhere else, it was just carried and moved to the sky—the steam and the mechanism at the neck of the mechanical god turned, and he saw that the sky above him was about to destroy everything, and the terrifying sound of water could be heard in the darkening clouds above Intis.

The angels of the sun were pressed down again and again, and from the little sun to gas lamps, the tyrants of the adjacent pathways made them feel an irrepressible fear, which was exacerbated by the fact that the gods they believed in had not yet been answered.

For some reason, the electrical circuit suddenly disconnected, and the new electric lights went out one by one, and the whole country was darkened. The tyrant's intimidation weighed heavily on everyone's head, on everyone's heart, on their throats they could use to scream. Even babies no longer dare to cry out loud, but huddle in their parents' arms and tremble, pregnant with the most desperate fears in the ultimate dead silence.

The Cathedral of Light has also become obscure, and Ms. D has long since left the small platform. But even escaping seemed to take a great deal of courage at the moment, and the priests, including her, stood there stiff like stone sculptures, looking at each other.

It seems that there is nothing to be done, only to wait for death to come.

"Is the Lord still not answering us?" She couldn't believe it! It is because of the uninterrupted whispering of passionate interaction with believers that the true Creator can gain the largest number of believers in the extraordinary world!

The pious and older priest looked at his juniors and shook his head in silence.

Mr. A didn't know where it grew from, and when no one else could speak, he was stunned and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth:

"Maybe we're doing something wrong."

The godly oracle, who could ignore his brains, said earnestly: "The Lord has forsaken us because we have done something wrong. Perhaps He went to the Holy Place, found His true elect, and now no longer needs us sinners. ”

Irena was silent for a moment and asked, "Then what is our sin?" ”

Mr. A shook his head.

"I don't know." "But the Lord is infallible," he said, "and therefore I must be guilty." I have gone to repent first, and may we all be able to find peace before destruction. ”

With that, he turned and walked towards the confessional room, and behind him, more and more members who had no choice but to pray for repentance, Irena stood there, listening to her companions confess some so-called "sins", she lowered her head, and slowly, also pointed the cross on her chest.

- Her hands trembled violently, her teeth clenched, and she spat out a word with great difficulty:

"No ......"

"It shouldn't be like this! You shouldn't just be waiting to die here! ”

The once dignified and elegant Irena suddenly exploded, as if she had jumped from the sun to the storm in an instant, bursting with a tremendous energy that startled all the priests and even her own teachers:

"You shouldn't just be waiting here to die!"

"Even if it gets to this point, we, we- at least we can do something!"

Her Indis aristocratic language system also collapsed at this moment, and a bunch of Southern Continent and Trier swear words rolled through the mouth of the count's daughter, and Irena was even a little angry, she stretched out her hand, grabbed her teacher and boss by the shoulder, and said loudly:

"Run! At least try to escape!! ”

"Lord Priest! You can at least try to escape! Even if we are all guilty, is it true that the whole of Intis is guilty? Are newborn children also guilty? Are we all going to die so obediently for our sins?! ”

"You should at least try to escape! At least try to run away with the children in the nursery!! ”

"Maybe...... Such...... You can also be cleansed of your sins and go to Heaven!! ”

Irena trembled with the tyrant's intimidation, and uttered a few words as if it had taken all her strength, and the priest stared at her pale face for a long time, and after a short silence, suddenly said:

“…… I'm going to contact the two Highnesses now. ”

"You're right, and His Highness Bonova of the Church of Steam, who has returned to Trier."

The priest spoke faster and faster, then he took a step back, letting Irena's hand slip off his shoulder, and the priest turned and ran towards the orphanage and nursery attached to the Cathedral of Light, where a group of people stared blankly at his back.

Irena breathed a sigh of relief, she was covered in cold sweat, she almost couldn't stand steadily, and she barely got rid of the feeling of dizziness by holding on to the wall.

After running a few meters, the chief priest suddenly turned his head and looked at the pile of wooden people behind him, and he also became angry:

"What are you doing in a daze! Come on! ”

"Even if we are bound up in sin and are about to die, let the innocent children pass on our faith as much as possible!"

Seeing that a few people didn't react, the priest also cursed Trier, who had just learned from Irena, and cursed loudly:

"Hurry up! Hurry up and get moving! ”

"Don't you all want to go to Heaven?!"

The others woke up from a dream and rushed out of the Cathedral of Light.

Irena breathed a few breaths and ran out as well.

Without this group of extraordinary beings of the solar path, the cathedral, which had been emitting a glimmer of light, was quickly engulfed in darkness, but these light sources did not disappear, but quickly connected into a line, rushing towards the church's orphanage, archives, and nursery.

In the astral plane.

With a sharp and piercing sound, the sky of the astral plane was torn apart with a bang, there were no cool lightning storms, no bells and whistles of winds and tsunamis, and even surprisingly quiet. The god of steam and machinery saw a silvery-white light flash in front of him, silently enveloping the breath of destruction, as if extinguishing all light sources from the outside world, and suddenly fell on him.

Can't parse!

Can't dodge!

Can't be decomposed!

The constant pop-up of errors made things even more desperate, and then, as if it was just a moment of darkness, and then his body suddenly became immobile, so that the god of steam and machines actually wondered "did he blink an eye" at that moment.

Thunder pierced through his body, shattering his hearth, and electricity ripped through everything in him with rage.

And He is not dead, the mechanical structure allows him to use every scattered half-finished product as the carrier of his consciousness, so he clearly "sees" the whole process of his disintegration - thunder and lightning destroy the hearth, his heart stops, there is plasma flowing in his body, cutting off his control over himself, the current destroys the magnetic field and affects the electromagnetic waves, and the god of steam and machinery sees explosions one after another in his field of vision, snowflakes appear, and the signal is blocked, He fell into a world where there was nothing but black and white.

God is crumbling, every department of the gigantic machinery is gradually ceased, and even the prayers of believers are becoming inaudible.

The gods of steam and machinery seem to have been "thrown" out of this world.

He suddenly felt fear and sorrow, as if he had been out of order, and after the destruction of his body and divinity, His spirit began to be confused.

I'm hating. He said, "I hate this world that made me a god, I hate the eternal sun." God doesn't need to be good, he doesn't need ability, he just needs to be weak and submissive, and as a result, many craftsmen who are better than Him are not chosen, die before Him, or even become subordinates of something like Him.

He was indeed incompetent enough, incompetent enough to reassure the Eternal Sun, for He couldn't even digest potions.

I'm regretting it. He said. I should know that this is the limit of my abilities, and I should reject the hints and investments of the Church of the Eternal Sun. Which is more humiliating, being an ordinary saint and dying, or being an incompetent god and dying?

You see, how humiliating, even if you do your best, even if you steal some power temporarily, you are finally killed.

Maybe he should have died a long time ago, but only now that someone has done it.

No one answered Him, no one listened to His dying thoughts, and the Vapor and Machine Gods themselves felt that they were just hypocrisy before they died. After all, you can die at any time if you want to, so why do you have to start hating your incompetence now?

But...... Even if I'm so useless, even if I'm still so imperfect, this is the world I've done my best to create.

He felt that he was going to die like this, as an impotent, wasteful, God who could not even protect his own believers.

- At this moment, a cold wind blew.

It is as if passing through here from a distant wilderness, and the swirling winds of information bring the call of the wilderness.

"Do you want to protect Intis?"

The thoughts of the god of steam and machines paused for a moment, and the wind of the wilderness swirled further, a strange, old voice whispering as if against his auditory system.

"Then give me everything you have, foreign gods, and I have the power to take your place and do everything you can't do."

TBC

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Steam, the character who makes me feel and hate iron is not steel.

It is true that there is no need for strength to choose a follower, and Lieyang will definitely not consider social development when selecting people, just need to choose control, and it is this idea that has created such a speechless "civilization" god.

(End of chapter)