What does it take to become an enemy of God, to kill God and replace him?

Undoubtedly, the first thing that is needed is patience.

In front of the majestic giant elephant, no matter how many ants there are, they are just small things that are difficult to even detect and trample on, let alone attack or even defeat the giant elephant.

However, if we look at everything in the world with common sense, it is too arbitrary and suspicious of seeking a sword. After all, the so-called common sense—values, worldviews, philosophy, logic, and other concepts that exist only in the human mind—are too ethereal and uncertain, and it is not very reliable to examine problems as an eternal benchmark for these abstract concepts that change over time and changes in the social environment.

Back to the previous question, the giant elephant and the ant, both are purely based on the theory of force output, no matter how hard the ant tries, it can't win the giant elephant.

But because of this, the giant elephant doesn't pay attention to ants at all, no matter how special they are, and this creates an opportunity to take advantage of it.

Of course, it takes a series of low-probability accidents and a lot of time to breed that kind of ant, but as long as the probability is not zero, according to Murphy's Law, no matter how low the probability is, what will happen will always happen.

What about elephants and ants, but between gods and men?

I'm afraid many people will say that there is no comparison at all, that is a comparison that is absolutely untenable.

However, there are always people who want to challenge the impossible, and the history of mankind is, in the final analysis, a history of constantly pushing the limits.

Since the status and strength of the two sides are in a cloud of mud, it is inevitable that more efforts will be needed to subvert the near-absolute gap between the two sides—long enough to wipe out generations, dozens of generations, and hundreds of generations, while suppressing ambition and impulse, while exhausting the limits of wisdom and calculation, to explore the possibility that can penetrate the long history and absolute existence, small, infinitely close to zero but not zero.

"The name of that possibility is 'miracle'. ”

Caspar put away the e-cigarette, and two 6-barreled 7.92mm Gatling guns popped out of the weapon storage box behind his back.

"Miracles are always associated with heroes and saints, do you know why? Because the two are actually containers and contents that are on the surface of each other. ”

In order to transcend the gods, miracles are necessary, and in order to reproduce miracles, it is first necessary to analyze the mechanism of miracles and explore the conditions for miracles from those who cause miracles.

Why does a miracle befall a hero, why does that luminous phenomenon be closely related to the divine agent, why does that light have the power to even surpass the laws of physics. In the course of studying this series of questions, the atonementers of the church came up with a hypothesis.

- The collective unconscious.

The spiritual roots of human beings are connected, and numerous spirits form a huge bulbous. The ontology of "human beings", the "individual", is actually the tentacles stretched out by the bulb, and the life and death of the individual is actually the act of the protruding and retracting tentacles of the bulbous.

Then, the so-called miracle is precisely the resonance of a large number of human consciousness – the collective unconscious – gathered in a certain direction, on a certain symbol, and the great consciousness with a clear direction reacts with the mana, thus triggering a series of miraculous phenomena.

This is just a hypothesis, not even a hypothesis, only an opinion.

However, just like the archaeologists who believed in the content of the story and went to excavate the ruins, the church was also unwilling to miss any opportunity, and with a more reasonable explanation, they immediately began to make various attempts in this direction, and after countless arguments, experiments, failures, and reviews, they finally came up with convincing theories and successful cases.

"The priesthood garment is just a garment with celestial crystals and preset magic circuits, and it does not induce miracles in itself, but is based on people's beliefs, which are unconsciously formed by the anecdotes of saints. So, let's put it this way, it is neither the wearer nor the technique or the circuit that causes the miracle, but these are just the keys, and it is the resonance of many minds that sends the key into the keyhole, opens the door, pulls the miraculous power from the imaginary into reality, and makes it a definite force. That is, the 'collective unconscious' – the being that the adult called 'alayya'. ”

The two Gatling guns, one on the left and one in the right hand, began to slowly turn their barrels, and as the sound of the motors gradually increased, the barrels turned faster and faster.

"Through the resonance of the collective unconscious mind, it is pulled into reality by the power of Mana – a phenomenon that scholars on our side call 'utopian reproduction'. ”

The muzzle of the gun roared, raining down bullets at a rate of six thousand rounds per minute, and the sound of gunfire sounded like a high-speed chainsaw, and the furious metal Lan smashed into the priest in front of him.

Just as Caspar pulled the trigger, the priest stepped back sharply, his hands in front of his chest in a cross parry.

"It's useless! St. Kitaujo's protection can protect his master from the threat of all things in the world, just a bullet-"

The impact from the right side of his rib interrupted his confident speech, and an object flew past Andersen's eyes.

- Bullets.

A swarm of bee-like bullets dancing around the flowers.

"Now that we understand the principle, it is by no means difficult to reproduce something similar with the technology of our army. However, my personality is rather perverse, and the great deeds and miracles of those saints do not match me. I'm more of a bad guy who scares kids. ”

Caspar smiled pleasantly.

Even the smile that showed the canine teeth was filled with the hideous aura of a fierce beast.

"Let me introduce myself, and below is the commander of the (9th) Special Operations Group of the Personal Guard under His Excellency the Dictator of Alfheim - Kaspar Georgsky. Some people also call him the 'magic catapult shooter'. I hereby offer you the privilege of 'Oh! I am afraid of the rising sun tomorrow!'"

With that announcement as a signal, the anomaly was forcibly pulled into reality.

Suddenly, like a swarm of swarms that had spotted their target, bullets flew at the priest with great vigour.

Three thousand bullets infused with will, each depicting an intricate trajectory, approaching Father Andersen from different angles and paths.

Some depict irregular ballistics to disrupt the opponent's line of sight;

Some bypass the front and force from behind the dead end, blocking the opponent's retreat;

Some are like snakes and geckos, clinging to the ground and the ceiling close to their opponents, falling or raising sharply at the last moment;

Needless to say, this is a veritable magic bullet - a demonic bullet infused with demonic nature, like a devil's prank to build a death cage.

"Priest, do you want to try it, my magic bullet and your St. Gido Hogago, what is the stronger over there?"

All the bullets pounced on the priest like wolves surrounding their prey, and the all-metal storm burst out in an instant.

In the face of a barrage that comes from the three-dimensional space, leaving no retreat or gaps, it is neither meaningful nor possible to escape.

Father Andersen focused all his strength on the protection of the vital point, then kicked the ground with all his strength and pounced on Caspar.

If you can't prevent it anyway, you simply put the bet on the hard blow, and bet to see if St. Kitaujo's protection is stronger, or the magic bullet is better.

The black and white storms blew together, and the holy and demonic nature exploded in an instant, and the entire underground space trembled.