"That's an interesting answer." There was a hint of hesitation in the Fallen Mother Goddess's tone, and she nodded slightly, a look of interest in her eyes. With a hunch that TP was going to come over and hammer his high-dimensional downlooker, the fallen mother goddess accepted it when she saw it, and said to Klein:

"It's not too early, you can go back first"

Crane was a little confused, but he quickly left the cave that made his scalp tingle.

For a long time, the tentacles on the Fallen Mother Goddess danced wildly, and the corners of her mouth opened in a smile that seemed a little terrifying.

The next moment, thin silk threads rippled in the air, and the high-dimensional lookdown slowly walked out of it, looking at the fallen mother goddess in front of him.

The two gods looked at each other and smiled.

Then the two gods stretched out their hands at the same time, and while the plants grew wildly, the space collapsed.

…………

"Praise be to the fools." Derik Berg stepped out of his room and walked down the stone-paved path towards the Church of the Fool.

With the help of the newly arrived Creator Oracle, they revised the dates for each day. According to Mr. A's calculations, today is Monday. And Monday afternoon is the day when the Fool sends down the oracle, and the "Sun" Derick Berg, who is the oracle of the Fool, naturally wants to go to the Church of the Fool to accept the call of Mr. Fool.

That's right, the so-called "conscription" and "oracle" of Mr. Fool are the moment when the Fool opens a tarot meeting for them. Of course, this is one of the few times when Mr. Fool performs miracles. Therefore, the people of Silver City are still quite solemn about this time.

Compared to the real Creator and the High Seeker, the Fool performs miracles more frequently. Of course, this favor was limited to the messenger of the "Fool", now Bishop of the Church of the Fool, Derick Berg.

But even so, the weekly miracle excites the believers of the Fool. Correspondingly, in addition to the believers of the Fool, other people in the Silver City will also reciprocate the Holy Day of the Fool with considerable respect.

After all, what shelters Silver City now is the dark side of their former creator, the half-form true creator of the creator, and the allies of the true creator, Mr. "Fool" and "Star Leader", that is, the high-dimensional seekers.

Derick Berg walked into the Chapel of the Fool, looked at the expectant expressions of the people around him and the Chief Colin who was guarding the side, slowly sat down on the stone chair opposite the statue of the "Fool", and then closed his eyes.

Lightning roared, and Colin's eyes were fixed on Derick Berg. The white electric light shone on Colin's face, and the ravines on his face were shadowed by the brief light.

He stood in the light of lightning, in the middle of the crowd of praying around him, guarding the "oracle" Derick Berg in front of him.

He could feel that Darek's spirit had left his body, apparently summoned by the "Fool".

It's good, at least there are gods who are willing to respond to us now...... Alas, last time Daric told us about the plight of the lack of food in the Silver City. I wonder if Mr. Fool will send down an oracle this time to show us the miracle of a good harvest like last time?

The last time a large number of golden ears of wheat poured out of Mr. Fool's church, it was obvious that it had brought a long-lasting and terrible impact to Colin in front of him, and the image was like a sea of gold, allowing him to see the abundance that this land once had.

He thought of the black flour grass he usually ate, and his mood couldn't help but be low.

Abundance comes at a price...... The price of black-faced grass is that we have to kill each other, so what is the price of the abundance that Mr. Fool brings?

Colin's heart was a little heavy, he thought, his eyes looking over the lightning into the distance. To the left of the Church of the Fools, is the mission of the true Creator; On the right, there is an endless tower that is still being built.

This tower rises into the sky, like a giant sword raised by a human towards the sky. The tower, which seems to be touching lightning, is actually the "Starry Sky Herald"—calling Him by his other honorific name—a miracle forged in the land where the followers of the "High Visioners" reside.

They seem to want to touch the starry sky with their own hands.

There seems to be a certain overlap between the expectations of the two gods, the "Fool" and the "Higher-Dimensional Seeker", which may explain why these two gods are allies.

On the other side is the mission of the true Creator. The doctrine preached in it overlapped considerably with their belief in the "All-Knowing and Almighty God, the Creator of All", which also led the people of Silver City to believe that the current "true Creator" was the god they believed in.

Hopefully we can get out of here and see the real light...... Silver City's chief Colin thought so, his eyes following the lightning into the distance, the lightning slowly extinguishing in the air, and finally being swallowed up by the endless darkness.

Colin withdrew his gaze and continued to guard Derick Berg beside him.

And beneath the darkness in the distance were countless holy lamps burning with golden flames.

In the mission of the True Creator, Mr. A is leading a part of the people of Silver City who believe in the True Creator and the residents that Triss and Edsax brought from Beckland to carry out their daily work. Beside him, Aiya, a little girl who is still a "secret prayer person", is dressed in a dark nun dress, stirring in the pot with a spoon in her hand.

Boiling in the pot were some wheat that had been peeled off, and black grass grown in Silver City. With Iya's constant stirring, the crops eventually became simple porridges, which slowly rotated in the pot with the stirring of a spoon.

In the midst of these porridges, there were pieces of meat wafting in them, and the amount of meat in them was about the same as the amount of wheat and black-faced grass combined. As a result, this pot of porridge is giving off a rich meaty aroma.

The heat steamed from the bottom up, quickly wetting Aiya's clothes. She wiped the sweat with her hands and jumped off the bench with both feet.

"Your Excellency, the meal is ready." Aiya said quietly, not mentioning that the food in the mission was running out.

"I see." Mr. A stood up from the statue and looked into the distance with a solemn face. He took two steps to the side, picked up the long stick made of stone, and gently rang the bell hanging in the church.

The bell rang melodiously, which was a signal to tell the inhabitants who were working to eat.

Mr. A turned to look at Lovia, who had been promoted to the demigod "Black Knight" of Sequence 4, and he took off his hood with a bit of pure brilliance in his eyes.

Under the influence of the "Darkless" potion, Mr. A's eyes turned golden. This made his already bewitching and almost feminine face even more like a sun god-like temperament.

"Please come with me, Bishop Lovia." Mr. A said in silence as he lifted the lantern next to him and walked forward. The little nun on the side, Aiya, also picked up a lamp dish containing holy oil in her hand, and followed Mr. A silently with a hot oil dish in her hand.

After hearing Mr. A's words again, Lovia nodded, pulled down her hood as well, held her husband's skull in her hand, and placed it in the box beside her. The true Creator gave Lovia, who was able to speak to Him, some privileges to place her husband's skull in the Church of God.

This also made Lovia, who is now a demigod and a devout believer in the true Creator, extremely grateful.

With the arrival of Mr. A and the three of them, the surrounding residents in simple clothes gradually walked towards the table. Outside the church, old Kohler put the sickle he used to harvest black-faced grass in a box, washed his hands with water from the pool, and walked inside.

Due to the improvement of the environment of Silver City brought by the favor of the True Creator, some black-faced grass can still be planted around Silver City now. Thanks to this, Silver City was able to support it under the population explosion.

Of course, the warehouse of wheat and the Tree of Flesh of the True Creator that Mr. Fool spent a lot of money on also played a considerable role.

As for the elder Kohler, despite the notoriety of the true creator in Beckland, he ultimately chose faith.

After all, the original god did not bring him salvation, but the evil god allowed him to eat enough every day, and even eat meat. Not to mention that the worker who had been a homeless man had no faith in the first place, and this alone was enough to make old Kohler turn his back on his original faith.

He even felt that the sanctuary of the true Creator was so beautiful, that there was no oppression from the original factory owners, and that there was no pain of homeless people fighting for food among themselves. Here he can be fed and clothed, and he can also have a group of like-minded friends.

For him, this is truly the kingdom of God in which he believes. So he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed at the people in Silver City, such a beautiful place, they actually wanted to go out.

Old Kohler felt this from the bottom of his heart, and this was quite a sad thing.

He looked beyond the long table to see the end, which was a jar of steaming porridge and pieces of meat. Old Kohler swallowed and quickened his pace.

He could get a bowl full of porridge, and at least a piece of meat the size of his thumb. And his current labor is not even as good as when he was in the factory, and what reason does he have to refuse to enter such an earthly kingdom of heaven?

It's a pity that my children and my wife didn't enjoy such a blessing, alas......

Sitting in his seat, watching the nun, who was about the same age as his former child, place the bowl containing two pieces of meat in front of him, old Kohler suddenly drew a cross on his chest with his hand, and a smile bloomed on his face:

"Praise the Lord."

Aiya returned the gift and went to serve porridge to the next person.

And with an extra bowl of steaming porridge in front of everyone, Mr. A also sat down in his seat, and he stood up and pointed a cross on his chest:

"Today I will lead you to recite the teachings that the Lord has left us."

"'Strive and be diligent, for you will enter through a narrow gate.'"

"'For wide is the gate that leads to destruction, and the way is great, and many enter in; To go on this road is to symbolize destruction'. ”

"'Narrow is the gate that leads to life, and the way is small, and few are those who find it; Only hard work and diligence can lead you to the Lord, and let Him lead you to salvation.'" ”

After that, Mr. A drew a cross on his chest again, and saluted to the Creator with a solemn expression:

"Praise the Lord and thank Him for the gift of giving us the reward we deserve for our labor."

(Note: Modified from the doctrine of the true creator, it has nothing to do with reality, anti-river crab)

"Praise the Lord."

The people sat down and began to eat the food in their bowls.

…………

In the midst of the mess, the High Dimensional Seeker and the Fallen Mother Goddess sat staring at each other. The high-dimensional overlooking person clapped his hands slightly, revealing the space he had folded into, and spit out two devotees of the fallen Mother Goddess.

The two deeply frightened believers hurriedly retreated, knelt beside the Mother Goddess and prayed.

"Tut-tut, Mother Goddess, I have helped you so much, but you still want me to lose trust in front of Crane, your intentions are a little sinister."

"It seems that someone just wanted to mobilize the weapon left behind by the demon of knowledge to kill my incarnation on Earth?"

"I can't say that about your intentions, after all, we are allies with Crane, and we need to be honest with each other, this is my ignorance. Don't mention what you offended me about today, and the thing I just offended you will be erased. The high-dimensional lookdown person waved his hand and decisively brushed over the topic just now.

"You came to me, it shouldn't be nonsense, you must have something to do with me." The Fallen Mother Goddess rolled her eyes with the tentacles in her body, looked at the high-dimensional overlooking person in front of her, and asked Him:

"You can just say it."

"Hehe, can I really tell you directly?" The Hyperdimensional Lookdown tapped his hand on the wall beside him, causing it to stretch outward, extending a handrail to support his right hand, which had nowhere to be placed:

"I want to start by asking you a question, are you the fallen Mother Goddess, or the 'motherly' side of the original Creator? I can tell if you're lying, so your answer is crucial. ”

“…… I don't want aggregation. ”

The Fallen Mother Goddess looked at the high-dimensional person in front of her and said, "I don't want to be the personality side of the Creator, and I don't want to end up like the Celestial Venerable and God. ”

"So for me, I'm the Fallen Mother Goddess – that's how I know myself."

"Very well, so do you want to work with me?" The high-dimensional downlook clapped his hands and looked at the fallen mother goddess in front of him with a smile: "I have a way to keep your current understanding after accommodating the authority and essentia of the Mother Tree of Desire, without generating too many aggregated desires. ”

"You say."

"I wanted to create a new pillar."

"A pillar with a strength close to that of the original Creator."

(End of chapter)