What kind of person can be called God?

In fact, some people will say that God is also a human being, but he has done things that human beings cannot do, so he has become a god.

But that alone is not enough.

After the gates of hell were opened, the first pope walked in this devastated world, integrated all the remaining religions, established a unified faith for the Holy Light, led countless believers to the top of the world, and found the Temple of the Holy Light at the top of it that no one knows why it existed.

The establishment of the Imperial Mechanical Academy, the steam that drove countless weapons and chariots, guarded the coast of the Antarctic continent, and resisted the invasion of demons for 300 years, are these people considered gods?

Professor Darwin pushed demonology to the peak, confirmed the conjecture that wild demons can be controlled, and opened the clarion call for mankind to counterattack the gates of hell.

Augustine the Great led humanity through the darkness of the Second Demon Invasion and allowed the empire to recuperate for sixty years.

These people are actually god-like beings, but they can't be called real gods after all, because they all have one thing in common, that is, they all die.

To be killed is to die.

The first pope died in a great rebellion within the religion; Lord Watt was cut in the department of the University of Glasgow; Darwin was torn in half by a demon during his experiment; Augustine the Great died in a frenzied pursuit.

If you die, you can't be called a god.

Therefore, nowadays, there is only one god in the entire empire who exists in the world, just like an entity after the arrival of the Holy Light, the embodiment of faith condensed.

Dante. Mistress Alighieriri

He was different from everyone before him, because this was an existence that could not be killed, an existence that could not be shaken by no amount of intrigue and trickery, and no matter how many troops were sent to besiege him, it would be useless. On this basis, he can kill anyone, those who are high, those who have a lot of money, those who hide in heavy protection, those who bury themselves deep in thick bomb shelters, he can break through the sea of corpses and blood for nearly a thousand kilometers, and rush into the gates of hell, so in this world, if he wants to kill anyone, what power can stop him?

It sounds so barbaric and brutal as it sounds, but he is called a god by force, he saves the whole world from a desperate situation by force, he stops the invasion of a plane by force, and he imprints the unshakable and indestructible god in the hearts of all people by force.

Such a being must be God, and all people must show the highest respect for it, and this respect has gone beyond force itself to become a higher standard of social attitude.

No one is allowed to visit the blood cell, and if you want to visit, you have to submit an extremely complicated written application, and no one is exempt.

But this old man just didn't bring anything, and slowly walked from the wind and sand, who dared to have the slightest doubt.

The felons at the bottom of the blood prison are not allowed to visit, they are not allowed to be amnestied, there is only one way to die, but this old man wants to see it, who dares to disobey.

The old man once said that he would not interfere with the empire again, and that he would live as a fisherman in that small town by the sea, but when he stepped out of the road on the edge of the town again, who would dare to stop him.

So, Sherlock was put down, the handcuffs, shackles, and masks were all removed, and the old man had a habit of drinking tea, so there were two cups of tea on the table.

The warden stood in the corner of the room with the teapot, he didn't know whether he should put the teapot down, and he didn't know whether he should leave, but the old man didn't speak, and he didn't dare to do anything superfluous, so he could only stand in the corner so quietly, thinking of himself as a drying rack that no one cared about.

Compared with the warden, Sherlock's condition is much better, he uses his amazing ability to forcibly resolve the mental impact brought by the old man in front of him, but there is still some shock in his heart.

"I heard that you killed Augustine." The old man in front of him suddenly spoke and asked a question that was quite expected: "Why?" ”

The voice was calm, as if it wasn't discussing a matter of death, let alone the death of Augustine the Great.

The warden's body behind him trembled violently, and the lid of the pot rubbed against the body of the pot with a soft sound, making him sweat profusely.

Sherlock lowered his head slightly, as if thinking, it turned out that the voice of this great old man was no different from the old man in the breakfast shop on Baker Street, so he responded very solemnly: "Guilty man, crime deserves death, Augustine the Great is suspected of the horrific massacre of the people of the empire, suspected of killing a dean of the Academy of Life Sciences, I can't watch the despair of the families of those innocents, I can't watch a human hero die of dark calculations, so I go and kill him"

Sherlock's lips were a little dry, and his voice was a little hoarse, but he was calm and calm.

Old Dante's eyes were slightly raised, and there were some old white spots in his eyes, but in the depths of his calm pupils, there was also a flash of brilliance, and he shook his head with a smile: "You don't have to lie to me. ”

It's a very straightforward question.

But Sherlock didn't even refute it.

The old man continued: "I can probably guess your thoughts, I guess, you think that I came here to save you, so you are ready to portray your image as righteous and awe-inspiring, like an anti-hero who is angry and disregards his life for the sake of justice.

But unfortunately, I'm not here to save you, I'm now an ordinary citizen of the Empire, so I'm not going to do that kind of thing that goes beyond the rights of an Imperial citizen. ”

Master Dante said calmly, but his words were not convincing, after all, he could sit here, and it was no longer something that an ordinary old man could do.

"Let's talk about the real reason, I'm an old guy who is indeed a little out of society, but it's still the same sentence. Don't lie to me."

Sherlock's awe-inspiring expression gradually calmed down with these words, and he still didn't look up into the eyes of the old man in front of him, and said with a faint smile:

"There was no special reason, I felt that it was a little unhappy to wait for the old guy to die for more than half a year, but he didn't die.

Also, killing an emperor is quite exciting. ”

Fun?

This kind of unreasonable explanation, no matter how you listen to it, smells of absurdity, and it is so arrogant and arrogant.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Anyone will die, if you can choose your own way of death, then killing the emperor is of course the coolest one."

Well, the one who can say this kind of thing is undoubtedly a madman, the warden behind him felt the cold sweat behind him, and subconsciously wanted to reprimand this kind of answer, but the old man didn't say anything, and he naturally didn't dare to make even the slightest movement.

And what shocked him even more was that the god-like old man actually smiled because of these words, and then nodded as if looking at a junior he admired: "Being able to choose your own way of death is of course the most wonderful thing in the world, although your approach is a bit extreme, but I have to say, I envy you a little."

In this way, the old man agreed with the statement of the condemned prisoner in front of him, the warden standing in the corner was completely like a sculpture, he didn't know whether the old man deliberately left himself here, or simply forgot about his existence, and he didn't dare to imagine what kind of uproar such a few simple conversations would cause in the empire if they were spread.

Then, under his stunned eyes, the old man seemed to be really like an old fisherman in a seaside town, and began to talk to the man in front of him about London he had never been to, about the fog, about the life of a junior who was fifty or sixty different from himself, and when it came to the other party who had been smoking blues, the old man should have hesitated, but the thoughts hidden in his heart, even with Sherlock's perverted observation, did not even find it.

Until the end, the old Dante couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "It seems that I am really old, in fact, I have been at the beach for a long time, and there are some things I have always wanted to do, such as looking at the windmills in Homikland, or feeling the snow in Dearshire, but when I think of the long, long way to go, I feel a little tired, the older I get, the more I feel that I can't keep up with the times, and I always habitually want to guard those things that I have been guarding when I was young." ”

This sentence seemed to have some deep meaning, which was keenly captured by Sherlock, but in the next second, the old man in front of him suddenly asked:

"Have you ever seen the sun?"

Old Dante's tone did not change, and the question was a little inexplicable and sudden.

Sherlock suddenly felt that a bucket of icy water from the shores of Reddeck Strait fell from the sky, drenching his body.

But his face was as usual, he raised his head, and looked at the face in front of him with some confusion that the whole empire knew, and the old eyes that not many people in the whole empire had ever looked at:

"The sun.? Which sun? ”

(End of chapter)