“…… Oh. Luo Jia said dryly.

He kind of regretted that he had come here with a casual mentality. The value of this secret to him seemed far less than the price it brings, just as listening to Shelley's science of nutrition meant drinking fruit and vegetable juice again......

"Can I not know about this?" He asked.

"Yes, but I can see a lot of questions in your mind...... With so many answers to mysteries here, will you really leave? ”

The young primordial poked the crystal mask with the tip of a dagger, leaving no trace. He thrust the tip of his knife into the shattered hole in his mask, and used all his strength to pry it, even putting one leg against the wall and pulling it out with both hands, but to no avail. The literal papier-mâché mask is frighteningly hard.

After several attempts, he simply sat on the ground with his thumb rubbing the silver bat insignia on the dagger. Looking back at the way I came, the door was still open, and there was a deep darkness outside. But he knew it was safe, not even a single undulation, not a single mechanism. He still remembers the sting of the light and the tears in his eyes as he pushed the door in.

But as he got used to the light, he realized that he was tired of the darkness that he couldn't reach.

Curiosity is indeed a devil. Luo Jiamu thought. The status quo is that this self-proclaimed god has clearly put the bait in his face, and he can't escape his damn phototaxis like an anglerfish's prey.

"So...... This gentleman or lady, or god. He discerned the appropriate gender pronouns for the neutral intracranial voice, and finally decided to let him pick it himself. Since you are not the Asoyan of their mouths...... So what are you? ”

"I can tell you many, many of my names, including those prophesied and those that will come in the future, the more commonly used one being Ynnead. But it doesn't mean anything to you, kid. ”

Inexplicably, Luo Jia heard some mockery. He chose to ignore whether it was boring for a god to mock him.

"So, I decided to act the way my people did. I'll tell you three answers, each of which is right and each of which is wrong. As for what you can get, it's up to you. ”

First, I want to tell you that God is eternal. ”

Luo Jia's expression was a little subtle. During the few days he and Narek had traveled through small towns, they had seen priests and processioners carrying candles and icons. After listening to it once, he was able to produce a better sermon than the robed priest, and earned two unknown fruits for it and his face. But listening to the unsmooth boasting of believers is, after all, different from the self-introduction of the god on the other side.

"But you just said that Asoyan is dead." Roga said, remembering how he had been thrown out by the guards when he pointed out the priest's prayer in that town. Because he had to grab Narek with one hand, even the two fruits fell to the ground and rolled to the feet of the crowd.

He didn't even eat a bite. The young primordial thought a little sadly.

Apparently Enid was easier to communicate with than the priests, and he answered the question bluntly, "Yes." The gods of the Spirit Race were torn apart and devoured by Slaanesh, with the exception of Isha and the joyful Silego. But even though the gods die, the concepts and dreams they carry will not disappear, and this is the essence of God. Just as you break a vase full of water, it is only the container itself that breaks, and the water will remain in the world forever, whether it is poured into a river or steamed into the clouds. At the end of the day, God is like a pedestal, whether it's Asoyan or another name. ”

Luo Jia frowned, thinking of a section in Shelley's history class about a title that had been passed down from generation to generation by a certain Emperor of the Guterra Empire. It sounds like God is like an honorary title like "Augustus."

"When our people were at their height, the gods were there, and when the great enemy came, the gods were there. In the end, when they were devoured, the gods remained. Their essence flowed into the Queen's womb, deposited and stacked in her realm. These immortal fragments piled up together to form a huge corpse. ”

"Before the Great Fall, our clan named Eldar dominated the galaxy. Its dreams are born and the stars are destroyed, and its joy never ends, like a 65 million year dream that ends with the depravity and madness that breeds.

Then you already know the story, the Prince of Darkness, or the Insatiable Queen, is awakened from the darkest nightmare and slowly steps into reality. The souls of the vast majority of the people are devoured with sorrow, and they suffer with us. As a race that conceived gods, they were bestowed with exceptional grace, though they were no more than synonymous with torture for living beings.

But unlike the gods, these souls are still praying to their dead gods, and their remaining memories still bear the names of the gods. They prayed that God would protect them as he always did. In the darkest depths of the Queen's womb, this plea was heard.

That is, at any time, in any place, whether beyond the veil or in reality, if a soul prays, something must be heard.

A new god is born from the corpse of the old god, like a maggot gnawing at carrion, or like a mother giving birth to a baby. He does not represent kingship, because power is meaningless; Wisdom is not given, for infinite wisdom cannot help them escape from the bottomless abyss; Art is not even promised, because all beauty is false in this ultimate hell. He only brought the death they desperately desired. ”

With His words, the dense crystal masks on the walls shattered, leaving only the masks of the weeping woman and the laughing clown. Countless crystalline fragments scattered like snow, swept up by the invisible wind, and Ping Pong smashed into the lower part of the huge mask, forming a layer of crystals full of cracks.

"I am the divine might of Asoyan, I am the wrath of Kane, I am the wisdom of Molai Hegg, I am the steps of the gods and the sorrow of dying, I am the whispered unborn, I am the god of death, Inid." He groaned, and the huge crystal face finally moved, and his clear eyes drooped slightly. It made Luo Jia's scalp tingle for the first time.

This fear is not out of strength, but the fear that comes from the heart of human beings when they see something that looks like a human being. No matter how friendly the thing that claimed to be Enid, the Primordial only felt that his attitude in telling these otherwise bleak stories was colder and more empty than the machinery on the Twilightstar.

Do the priests and the people, those who drove him out, and those who gave him fruit, and many more who did not know him, know that this is what their God is like?