In the world of the book, the original cold has long subsided, replaced by a vibrant, competitive realm.

A city with an outer wall more than fifteen meters high stood not far away, and gatekeepers in leather armor stood guard at the gate hole, checking the passers-by and collecting the entrance tax from them one by one.

The city gate is engraved with several large characters, telling the name of the city:

Pesot.

In the city of Pesot, a relatively remote place.

There is a church made of stone blocks with a rough appearance that has yet to be polished. The most conspicuous and delicate inside is an altar with a wooden cross and a tall figure carrying the cross.

A simply-dressed priest with a beard sat in the front row, facing the idol, head buried, eyes closed, and praying intently. Even the sound of footsteps behind him didn't bother him in the slightest.

Ember sat down beside the priest and waited silently for the prayer to end.

After a long time, the priest finally opened his eyes, and those golden eyes were fixed on him.

The priest spoke slowly:

"I thought you'd come earlier."

Ember still stared at the tall figure carrying the cross, and asked, as if chatting with a friend:

"I think it's pretty early, how long have you been in the book?"

"I can't remember exactly, it should have been decades, and the world in the book was not synchronized with the speed of time in the outside world."

"You didn't want to get out?"

The priest did not answer, but asked rhetorically:

"So, what are you going to do with me?"

The priest's golden eyes were incomparably calm, as if he were not talking about his own fate.

Ember thought about it seriously for a moment and said with a smile:

"Who knows, maybe I'll let you go."

"After all, you're just a product of fantasy, and even killing you won't help."

"Indeed."

The priest bowed his head in agreement.

And he did not show any resistance to the idea that he was the product of a utopian imagination. Because that's what happened, he wasn't really Adam, just a fancied 'priest'.

"He didn't instill a shred of humanity on you when He created you?"

"Humanity is a burden."

The priest's tone was still unusually calm:

"That only increases the risk of my betrayal."

The priest has no taboos, and he makes no secret of the possibility of 'betraying himself'.

Ember asked rhetorically:

"Have you ever thought that maybe divinity is the burden?"

"You want me to deny the meaning of my existence?"

The priest asked again, and he calmly said:

"You are not good at disturbing others with your words, and you do not have the authority to do so, so why do you need to do useless work?"

Ember has a strange expression:

"I thought we were just small talking, which means you're secretly trying to disturb me with words, right?"

The priest bowed his head calmly:

"Yes."

The priest was quite honest and did not feel that there was anything to hide.

After all, this was a conspiracy, and he never expected Ember to not be able to see it.

As for whether Yangmou can be effective? Who knows.

Before the meeting, the priest had already envisioned what they would be like.

Maybe Ember will kill him outright, which fits his impression of the undead.

Maybe Ember will choose to make small talk to him, as he does now. Only when the other party has the idea of talking, can his impotence have room to be displayed. As for whether it can work, that's not what he has to consider, that's what the ontology should consider.

He's just doing what he's supposed to do.

Ember smiled dumbly and suddenly asked:

"What do you think God is?"

He pointed to the tall figure with the cross on his back and asked the priest beside him.

The priest asked:

"Which God?"

"You remember."

The priest was silent for a moment, and the scene before him changed suddenly.

The original stone church disappeared and was replaced by another church, an exceptionally majestic church.

The towering dome is supported by classical stone pillars, but the hall is not fragmented, and it is still exaggeratedly wide.

The doors of this church are too tall and wide for giants, and the candles placed in silver cups on each side emit a warm glow.

The front altar is magnificent, with a gray cross and a cross-bearing idol standing on it.

They were still seated in the first row, facing the altar, looking at each other.

The priest's tone was calm:

"I am God."

"Correct."

Ember interrupted the priest, and the magnificent church vanished in an instant, and they returned to the simple stone church, but Ember said seriously:

"You should be talking about your ontology, or your ontology before it."

The priest's tone remained flat:

"We are one."

"Therefore, I am God."

The stone church was once again replaced by a magnificent one, and Ember did not interrupt him again this time, but watched him calmly.

Invisible fluctuations arise, and the altar in front of the church suddenly blurs.

This majestic and magnificent thing, along with the cross and the statue above, blurred and distorted at the same time, and then violently unfolded, bursting with light and shadow that was not very strong.

The light and shadow intertwine into a three-dimensional portrait, it is a majestic mountain range, the main peak towers into the clouds, but the white clouds do not dare to cover the main peak, and they separate to the sides.

At the top of the mountain stood a huge cross, higher than the mountain, and in front of it sat a majestic figure covered with layers of light.

Two-winged, four-winged, and six-winged angels hovered and danced around the majestic figure with trumpets, harps, and flutes, sometimes praising and sometimes singing.

Twelve pairs of winged figures on their backs clustered around the majestic deity, either slumping at His feet, leaning on it or floating on either side, waiting for orders.

In the midst of this magnificent scene, Ember suddenly spoke:

"Of the eight angels, more than half chose to rebel, which is very much in line with my impression of God."

"What's that painting called?"

The priest calmly gave him the answer:

"The Last Supper."

Ember exclaimed:

"Yes, the feast of Judah."

The priest bowed his head slightly:

"Indeed, they are Judas."

Ember touched his chin and asked puzzled:

"Didn't you see it all then?"

The priest turned his head again, and said with clear eyes:

"In order to revive the antigen primordial, I expelled the idyllic and false traits and gave birth to Adam and Amon."

"But He was resurrected on me, which made me use my hind hand prematurely, and I eventually had to choose to kill myself with my own hands. In my state at the time, I couldn't see much. ”

"Even if I knew they would betray, I would still act because I had no choice."

"It's just that the subject of the betrayal is different from what I expected."

"Adam and Amon were born for the sake of the primordial antigen, and their birth is inextricably linked to the primordial."

"Herabergen is a speculator, and his ability to become the king of angels is nothing more than a placate to other races, and he is not trustworthy in himself."

"Everyone else has been cultivated by me, and I treat them as if they were my own children."

"But half of these people chose to betray."

"Even though I've given them enough, they don't always know what it means to be satisfied."

"And the others."

The priest paused, then spoke slowly:

"I cultivated the night, and Lilith owes me a favor."

"It turns out that they did return the favor, at least they didn't get involved, otherwise I would have survived."

"The only thing that surprised me was that they were all your people."

The priest sighed lightly, as if with some remorse:

"I thought that the night would be at bay with Lilith, and the god of war would be on her side. Even if one of them has a bad heart, there will be no accident if the three of them contain each other. But I forgot that she was the mother of the god of war, and the night had known her for a long time, and they all chose to stand by and watch. ”

Ember asked thoughtfully:

"What about the eldest lady and Sister Frid?"

The priest leaned forward slightly, and explained simply:

"They're not in my plans."

"I didn't have them in my original plan. Maybe they contacted them in the dark, or maybe they came uninvited, but none of this had anything to do with my plans. Although their presence did not affect the outcome, it was still a source of instability. ”

"So even now, Herabergen didn't know who these people really were."

"Even when I first met you, I didn't tie it all together. By the time I really figured it out, it was all a foregone conclusion. ”

"You woke up when you became a 'visionary'?"

"It's not."

The priest looked ahead and replied gently, "When I fall, the 'truth' is born." ”

"He inherited humanity and you have only divinity, so why not just inherit it from the same person in the first place?"

"That would lose the way of utopia, just like 'Amon', and that would only make my situation worse."

"Even if you sacrifice a son for this?"

The priest calmly said:

"It's a necessary sacrifice."

"Their birth was an accident."

"If you can divide it into three, won't even Amon be able to escape the poison?"

"Nope."

The priest denied it:

"His path doesn't work for me, it only brings me to the brink of spiraling out of control again."

Ember asked rhetorically:

"Then why didn't you just make Amon a god in the first place?"

"If He had become a god, you might not have been so bad, would you?"

The priest's golden eyes, which did not seem to contain a trace of impurity, were still calm:

"Born mythical creatures and born gods are two different concepts."

"The innate mythical creature has made him flawed, and the innate god will make him lose control directly."

"When he grows up, my state no longer allows me to help him become a god."

"Moreover, I didn't have enough trust in him at the time, and he might have helped me, but he could have betrayed me. If he becomes a god, it is unknown whether he will survive or not. ”

Inside the magnificent temple, the enshrined god calmly recounted the fact that he did not trust his son.

Ember shook his head and asked:

"Do you know why I'm telling you so much?"

The priest's eyes were clear:

"You're looking at me or the real one, who is more worthy of investment."

"But it doesn't make sense, for me, we're one."

"No matter who you invest in, I'm the one who benefits."

Ember laughed dumbly:

"If that's the case, why don't you simply sacrifice yourself to become one with the true Creator?"

"In this way, his strength may skyrocket, and he will have a chance to regain his lost authority one by one."

"In the end, there is a selfish side to divinity?"

The priest said with a gentle expression:

"There is a selfish side to everything."

"Even though we are one, we still hope to gain the initiative after integration."

"That's why you're working with Him?"

"He is the best choice for me."

The priest turned to Ember and said slowly:

"And you, you may be going through the same thing as me."

Ember smiled, "Is this a curse?" ”

"Take it as it is."

The priest withdrew his gaze and said calmly.

Ember bowed his head slightly, and suddenly asked:

"You really don't want to try if you can escape from here?"

The priest calmly asked:

"What about after you escape? Did you follow me to find the body, or was it absorbed by the body? ”

Ember thoughtfully reminded, "The two are not in conflict. ”

The priest said indifferently:

"So, I might as well stay here, or at least catch up with my old friends."

As soon as the words ended, the scene in front of them changed again.

Gone is the magnificent temple and replaced by a 'crater of the deep sea', with a city the size of an island in the center of the crater.

The foundation of the city is grayish-white, and on it stands magnificent stone pillars tens or hundreds of meters high, which either stand alone or together support a series of majestic ancient palaces, the whole is both strange and magnificent, unlike ordinary creatures can build.

"City of Miracles, ...... of Livishid"

Embers' mind conjured up knowledge out of thin air.

Livihid is the floating city imagined by the ancient god Angleweed, the 'dragon of utopia', and it can be called a miracle or even a miracle in every way.

It is larger, more reckless, and more unusual than the 'Court of the Giants', with each stone pillar nearly 100 meters high, like a seat for a dragon to rest, and belongs to a city that can be impressive and unforgettable just by hearing about it.

Ember suddenly asked:

"Can you do something similar?"

"It's easy."

"I mean now."

"It's a little difficult."

Ember smiled, not poking him.

The priest stood up from his chair and offered to invite for the first time:

"If you're going to explore the Giant's Court, why don't you explore another kingdom of the ancient gods now?"

Ember gladly accepted:

"You lead the way."

The priest stepped out and reappeared in the magnificent city of miracles.

This is the ocean of the subconscious, where the priest of the dreamer path is like a fish in water, and his strength can be maximized.

Levihid is so big that even if he could fly, it would take him days to cover the full distance.

But for the priest, he seems to have known everything about this place.

He ignored most of the buildings in the city and went straight to the center of the city.

The priest stretched out his hand and said:

"That's where Angleweed once lived."

Ember appeared beside him, looking in the direction he was pointing.

It was a huge palace more than two hundred meters high.

(End of chapter)