"Maybe." Luo Jia said slowly, as if something was pressed against his throat, preventing him from speaking smoothly. "To God, perhaps this is the origin of glory."

For people, it's a little uncomfortable. The other kind of life that is born of corrosion is called a vulture.

He didn't go on. Even if Enid had the ability to interpret unspoken meanings, He did not show it. God has no glory, it is only the grace that is used to reward the elect, and no God needs grace.

"Then you let me destroy Bethlehem, is it also grace?"

"Admittedly."

"Will you help me?"

"Do what you can."

Luo Jia tilted his head. He had only a little pity for Bethlehem, some admiration for its creation. But at this moment, he couldn't help but feel injustice for the city. "That's a strange grace. If you can destroy the city with all your might, why don't you use the same energy to save your people? To this day, they still insist on ...... Your faith. ”

He pursed his lips as he thought of Lilith, and those annoyances had turned into wisps of displeasure and even apologies because of his calm mind. Maybe he should have learned to control his temper.

You didn't like them. In fact, you almost killed one of my priests. ”

"No one likes a conspiracy, but their mistakes don't justify my mistakes." Luo Jia replied loudly, "Their plan is wrong, it is wrong to make me unhappy, but it is also wrong to lose control of emotions, and it is right for her to give her life for her cause." I almost let my mistakes make someone else right, which is wrong. ”

He straightened his back as if he had taken an oath. "It's not going to happen again."

"Well, Son of Apocalypse. You have the ability to repent and change, and that's good. But there is no God, and any God from the moment he is born has a one-way street—going along with his own nature. ”

“…… I don't quite understand. ”

"This brings me to my second answer, that God is a plague, big or small."

"......Plague," Luo Jia whispered, and the knowledge of the relevant came to the surface of his mind. It was a civilizational catastrophe, triggered by tiny pathogens, and could hardly be equated with majestic gods.

"A plague is born and spreads, from being wiped out by simple means of sanitation to devouring an entire civilization. It doesn't care if it's too lethal and will cause the host to die before it can spread, or if it survives after slaughtering all living beings.

From a rational point of view, the optimal solution to the plague is to be as harmless as possible, and even to live in symbiosis with civilization, but the plague does not care. The same is true of gods, a god whose innate purpose is to do things according to his nature, to expand his faith, and to capture believers. They spread like a plague in the minds of all sentient beings, poisoning the minds of the latter. They also never care about the life or death of believers, unless it is a good source of infection.

The Old Gods were once special, and they were able to curb this desire to poison their people and provide shelter for our people until they were torn apart by the Insatiable Queen. The plague of the Prince of Darkness has mercilessly infected the fabric of our thriving civilization, reducing our people to a stand for atrocities. Yet, as she enjoyed the souls of the billions of my people in her womb, faith in me spread among these children. As she infects all things, I am also eroding her with the opposite of death and the decay of passion.

God is the plague of all things, and I am the plague of one God. ”

"But the plague is lifeless and ignorant. Pathogens are not a whole and have no will, they are innumerable, they just reproduce according to their own nature. The so-called purpose is just people's thoughts......" Luo Jia's voice froze, and he raised his head and stared incredulously at the huge mask.

"Congratulations, you understand the third answer." The neutral voice sounded in his head, as cold as ever, with an inorganic coldness, "God's purpose and love and hate are only the imagination of people, and they only act according to their nature. All gods are slaves, without exception. ”

"This majestic temple as you see it is but a projection of our nature, a cage of our resplendent that reminds and prescribes how we live, how we act, how we communicate our oracles. The desires of sentient beings, big and small, will eventually merge into the subspace, setting off one whirlpool after another in this boundless ocean, and in the whirlpool there are gods large and small.

It's ridiculous that almost every civilization claims to have a glorious and great Creator, but these humble creatures are the true Creators, who have created the temple of God and themselves.

O children of revelation, slaves are still able to operate within the limits of their shackles, and God is bound even by the desire to create them. No god has free will, it is the prerogative of all beings, we are only machine-like creatures, living beings with the warp of dreams, bound by their own chains.

Including the Insatiable Queen, a child driven by eternal hunger and morbid desires. When she uttered her first cry, was she really willing to devour her race and slaughter the Pantheon? This question is meaningless, for what is born out of the Fall of our race must be the Fall. This magnificent bubble of gold has set us an endless prison sentence.

You may find the power of the gods terrifying, but this is just a slight leak of their essence when playing with themselves. God's greatest enemy is always himself, then his fellow man, and the least is reality. They tear themselves apart in the clash and change of concepts, and the slightest change can make them suffer. The absence of a soul is a gift to God, because anyone can go crazy in this never-ending torment.

I will tell you that the Queen has known of my existence from beginning to end, but she has neither fully digested the soul of my people to make me die on its own, but has not even made her essence a part of her, nor has she cast them into the ocean to feed another god with the desire for despair and death. She continued to torment them, because she was so greedy and fearless in nature.

She couldn't even kill me, because I was the back of unbridled lust, the endless cold low that followed it, and I was her twin, the destined enemy born in her womb.

Do you understand? God is such a saddest slave, determined by the invisible yoke of how to live, how to live, and how to die.

I can see your heart, that you think you are the work of something otherworldly, that your father is above all others and has set a purpose for you. You don't fully associate Him with God because you feel that He should be higher than the gods in people's mouths. The only thing you have to wonder about is what your adoptive parents are saying, and the wounds on their souls. It baffles you that your Creator is even pitied by people who are so broken.

Sons of the damned, why do you think God does not need mercy? ”

Under the gaze of the bright crystal eyes, Luo Jia's small body trembled for the first time.