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The appearance of the "future" unfolded before Medici's eyes, at this moment, in this scene.

He was aware of what had happened and what was to come.

So bland and without any thrill to get the answer.

He had thought about himself at this moment, or he had known what was going to happen long before the True Creator decided to go to the Eastern Continent. When the dust settled, the Angel of War guessed that he would get emotional, roar, and even feel a slight loss of control or self-destructive rage, but when he did know this, he reacted calmly.

That is not the creator of man;

Equal, benevolent, and indifferent omniscient and all-powerful.

It's a terrible and true answer, and what's worse is that the true Creator has traded everything for that appearance, exchanging everything for eternal and ethereal kindness—knowing that He himself can't trust the mercy of the Superior—but that's the end and the long-cherished wish of the people He has followed for thousands of years, which makes Medici feel irritated that he wants to smash something, but doesn't know where to go.

He clearly felt that some of his connection with the world had been suddenly severed, and His perspective rose to the sky.

“…… The gods who want me to keep this land are gone, so what am I doing here? ”

"Because you also need a base camp and a nominal backer, or you will be a walking conqueror with extraordinary characteristics."

Edward replied casually and pointedly:

"It seems that His attitude towards you is not bad, you are not currently restrained, and your spirit has not changed."

Medici raised his eyebrows: "You have to talk like this in the future?" ”

"Of course not, unless you want to say something about Him and you don't want Him to notice it in the first place."

Medici tapped his hand lightly on the table, his gaze swept through the window to Trier, the Cathedral of Light was surrounded by devout quarters of worshippers, many of whom would never have been able to buy a house so close to the cathedral in the first place.

In the distance, a new port is being built on the criss-crossing river.

The port finally took shape and became busy, and the people of Intis gathered around the port to do business, barter for money or barter, and some foreigners could be seen in the crowd. At noon, the people who would leave en masse to go to the church to receive relief food were the Intis.

Now Trier lacks everything, even if the international situation in the North Continent has become strangely tense to the point that no one can understand it, and no one cares about the imminent outbreak of war, after all, life goes on, and ignorance and the food in front of you always bring simple pleasures.

Medici looked at them, watching ant-like humans live on the ground.

"The original world may indeed be beautiful, but it is only for His followers and for Himself."

"He will also allow his followers to fight, to die, to promise heaven, to fight for greater dioceses, the essence of which is not that the world becomes a better place, but that believers give up thinking and let God think in their place."

Medici muttered to himself in a deep voice.

"Oh, you're right, I believe that as long as Yuan shows his position, countless people in this world will suddenly fall to Him. The standard of happiness of His hand-giving has surpassed the standard of living of most people in this world, and if you want to fight against such a happy and ignorant world, you need people to have their own beliefs, their own spiritual world...... But most people are not even human, and resistance is just a dream. ”

War is the plundering of the weak by the strong, and no matter how just the name of war is, its fundamental purpose is to plunder.

Plunder others, trample on order, and make yourself happy.

Medici had heard too many of the warriors' wishes, and only a few would ever be successful in their prime, most of them simply being pushed forward, struggling in the flames of war, trying to get a respite and try to survive as best they could.

The more He understood God's thoughts, the more he felt his heart heavy.

His heart was beating violently, his voice was legible, his flesh was stirring from his nervous emotions, and Medici was now unusually agitated.

It reminded him of Crane, the boy from an unusual background who still owns the Source Castle, who, like the true Creator, is stepping into his own destiny in different ways, but some are just starting out, or are only halfway through, and some are nearing the end.

"It's boring to think about it, a world without war, peaceful...... Humanity has no ambition, unites by the side of the only God, no longer fights with each other, and becomes true compatriots and relatives without blood relations with each other......"

Medici clenched his fists, thought for a moment, and finally burst out laughing.

"I don't like it, but that's supposed to be nice, right? It's like a dream, a dream that you can never wake up from. ”

Although as an angel and a natural mythical creature, he originally lacked empathy with humans, but the wars he led have always accompanied humans.

The joy, anger, sorrow, despair, and other emotions of the warriors were shared with Him through a heart-to-heart connection, and the Angel of War had an almost human-like heart because of his close connection with humans, and as a result, he would perform actions unimaginable to other angels, such as eating and living with the soldiers, sharing stew from a pot, and participating in the soldiers' discussions about the future, victory, and love.

But this favor is quite stingy, Medici values his men, but does not feel heartbroken about the arrangement of the daredevils.

He cares about his subordinates, and he doesn't care about his connections with other humans.

"Then again, I have a question - has the Cultivator Path ever killed any big people?"

"Huh?"

Edward didn't care much about where a seal came from, but he was still a little curious. This seal was hidden in the depths of Silver City, it could be underground, it could be after countless heavy seals, he couldn't touch it directly, but he could stand outside the seal and look at it for a while.

He then discovered that the seal was level 0, and the black-faced grass growing throughout the entire Silver City was already partially suppressed, and if left unchecked, the seal would make the plant grow wildly, and continue to expand the curse of "must kill loved ones", at least to two Silver Cities - and the seal looked like a female (not surprisingly, the high sequence of the cultivator and the moon both symbolized the feminine), accompanied by an eerie roar and whining. According to the negative effects, they either witnessed their relatives killing each other, or they were killed by their relatives.

“…… Has anyone ever died along that route? ”

Medici thought for a moment and waved his hand casually: "No impression, death should also be a dead moon, such as that Lilith." ”

Mother Earth and the God of War have been allies since ancient times, corresponding to the mother-son relationship between Omibella and Badheil in the mythology of Silver City.

"But I've heard that the Bloodline can occasionally get a response from the Ancestor Lilith, and he may still exist as a spiritual imprint."

"Who knows, that Blood Moon Queen is also dead, if it is snatched back, it is normal for the Blood Clan to have a Sequence One. Or maybe it was Mother Earth God who was answering in her place, plundering in advance and pointing to the anchor, after all, the artificial god of death could also respond to the Spirit Order. ”

Medici was not interested in the topic, and a few seconds passed. Thinking of something, he asked:

"What about the serpent? What did the Serpent say about the Lord? ”

"Didn't He contact you? Oh, probably don't want to bring it up. Edward was slightly stunned, then nodded, "The Angel of Destiny accepted this fate, because he can't afford to change, and there is no second salvation for Rose and the Eastern Continent." ”

The Angel of War's fists clenched suddenly, and the green tendons were exposed, and they slowly relaxed, the same as before.

Medici hissed, his expression and body movements returning to his usual ease and comfort, he leaned back in his chair, his legs folded loosely, and his voice was lazy, but there was a little seriousness that could not be ignored.

"If the Lord these people praise is not the guy I follow, then these people don't mean anything to me."

"However, these millions of people are a considerable amount of anchors wherever they are placed, and I can give them to other gods in exchange for some help. The bid does not need to be too high, and at this time, I am sure that no one will refuse this amount of anchor. ”

He didn't really want to do that, because the true Creator wanted them to be treated properly. But the moment was very very handled, and if there was a need, Medici thought he would do it.

Edward nodded approvingly:

"What a coincidence, I think the Hidden Sage also has the idea of sending the anchor out, you two are really suitable to stay in the same country."

"Huh."

Medici didn't hear the sarcasm in the demon's words, and realized that this was just a joke, and a small piece of information—if the Hidden Sage didn't want to stay in Intis, then where did he want to go? What did He want to do? However, the matter of the hidden sage did not need to be thought about by Medici, who thought that there was no need to think about a two-way true god in this small sequence.

Medici felt that he should focus on the present:

"Among the original evil gods, the Lord has given up his life, although the hidden sage will not become a righteous god, but no one will dare to regard him as an evil existence, the power of the primordial moon and the mother tree of desire has also been somewhat limited, and the primordial witch is isolated."

"It's going to have to add money." Edward said.

"Hehehehehe, entrusting you to kill a true god? My brain is not broken, let alone me at this price, I can't make up the big snake if I pull it out and sell it together. Medici sneered and knocked on the table, "It's all here, then give me some more information, where does the Hidden Sage want to go?" ”

"I'll give you information, what can you give me in return?" Edward asked with a smile, "Tell me where Klein is." ”

Medici also laughed: "Send off!" ”

……

Trainor was fishing by the river, and beside him sat Donn, along with the other hunters who were on vacation today.

Booms hang in the air, fishing lines fall vertically into the water, and hunters stand or sit unblinking, waiting for the buoys to swing.

The strong spirituality has changed the ecology of Trier's waters, as well as the state of Trier's groundwaters, and now the city's rivers are home to a variety of deviant aquatic creatures that are larger, more aggressive, and taste better. The main river is near the hunters' station, and during this time, there are frequent cases of low-level extraordinary people sneaking out at night to catch fish and fight tooth sacrifices, only to be defeated by crabs and have to call for help.

Furious at this disdain, Don instituted harsh punishments – he ordered the offenders to double their training, while others cooked delicious fresh food around him.

These fish are so aggressive and destructive that the average resident is helpless, so fishing has become an official activity for hunters.

It is said that as soon as the people of the Steam Church came out of the shelter, they saw a giant squid with a length of ten meters pulling from the Gear Church, and several survivors were stunned on the spot.

Trenor yawned, his eyes fixed on the line.

There were some clouds in the sky, and the sun was setting a little in the middle of the day, and the sun was lazy.

He was thinking about whether to go back to sleep, but just then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the tip of his fishing rod bend suddenly!

The strong fishing line specially prepared for these spiritual aquatic creatures instantly tightened, and the eyes of the people around them also looked at it at once. With a crunching sound, the big guy in the water pulled the entire rod into a parabola. The enthusiasm of the fish immediately discouraged Trainor's desire to sleep, and he grabbed the fishing rod and prepared to compete with the big guy under the water.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a chill in his back, as if something very dangerous suddenly appeared behind him.

The extremely dangerous thing looked condescendingly at his unsuspecting back, sneered maliciously—and then reached out and touched his head hard.

Trainor's expression twisted suddenly, he forgot to exert force in his hand, and the hooked fish sank into the water with his rod in the blink of an eye.

The hunter immediately stood up with a shout and went after the fishing rod in the water, and he reached out and rubbed his neck, and with great difficulty pressed the goosebumps on the back of his neck, and turned his head with some hesitation: "I am almost two hundred and forty years old. ”

Edward took great interest in arranging his hair into a beautiful chicken coop:

"Yes, if you live another two hundred years, you will be able to catch up with a fraction of me."

There's nothing Trainor has nothing to say, it's his problem to talk about age with mythical creatures. He managed his facial expression, coughed a little uncomfortably, his eyes wandered, and he didn't know what to say to his father, whom he hadn't seen for more than a hundred years.

"Have you eaten?" - I feel like I'm going to get an answer he doesn't want to hear, like "Eat, no flesh tastes good." ”

"What have you been up to lately?" - There was no need to ask about the things that could be known by looking at the newspapers, and he didn't want to know the details at all, as if the demon had nothing to do other than to do bad things and prepare to do bad things.

"Someone from the Sauron family is contacting me."

Trainor felt that the atmosphere was a little awkward, so he coughed again and casually talked about the topic: "But I don't want to go back, now I work for the Red Angel quite freely, every day in addition to fishing is fishing, busy to play three times a day, idle can play cards all night." ”

"Sounds good, but are you satisfied with your current life?"

Edward walked over to another fishing rod next to him, grabbed an earthworm from the hunter's bait box and threw it into the water, and the next moment, the tip of the rod bent suddenly. He threw the rod to his son:

"Then there is a separate option, convert to the Creator, and then live a peaceful and good life without worrying about food and clothing, are you willing?"

"Sounds like Richard is going to like it."

Trainor replied casually. He took the rod, and suddenly felt that it was surprisingly heavy, bigger than the one he had just taken the bait. He paid close attention to the state of the rod, and then remembered Richard's attitude, and then he was a little nervous. While controlling the fishing line, he carefully observed his father's expression: "I don't care, my life is almost like this now, everywhere I go." ”

Edward nodded, thoughtful: "Then do you want to leave Earth?" ”

"Earth?"

"Oh, Bluestar." Edward looked at him, "I remember that you were very interested in astronomy when you were a child, but you couldn't remember the star tracks and traces of astronomy, and you were sleepy when you saw it, and you put caterpillars in your governess's clothes in order not to study, but you did like those." ”

“…… Why are you now interested in those things that used to ......?"

Trainor was forced to recall what happened when he was a child, and although there was not much embarrassment, the thought that his father was a mythical creature still felt a little uncomfortable when he was ridiculed by mythical creatures: "...... It's normal for children to love the stars, Bei...... I've had little interest in heavenly things for a long time, maybe the apprentices of the Abrahamic family prefer it, and I don't want to go outside. ”

Edward didn't give up: "There are a lot of interesting things in the starry sky that you won't see in the blue star for the rest of your life. ”

"But what does that have to do with me? I'm just a human living on a blue star, and I want to live like this forever. ”

"That's what you think? Well, blame me for not educating you well before. ”

"Why are you so lively now......" Trainor tried to reach out and cover her face.

Edward touched his chin and sighed:

"Then I'm going to exercise the temporary dictatorship of the parents, and when the time comes, I'll take you away, and you can bring something you like or humans, but be prepared for them to die...... But now you don't have to worry, you're busy, I've got to leave beforehand. ”

Without giving Trainor time to answer, Edward waved his hand and disappeared as suddenly as he had appeared.

“……”

Although he could understand every word, he didn't seem to understand anything when it came together. Whether it was the taciturn before or the lively and cheerful appearance now, from Sequence 9 to Sequence 3, he always felt that he still couldn't keep up with his father's speed of thinking.

Trainor's face was strange, and his hand was still spinning the coil.

Later, a five-metre-tall deep-sea anglerfish was dragged ashore from the river in Trier.

TBC

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Suddenly pinched, Trainor: (Benefit)

Old Love: Let's talk to Klein.