: The earth is turned upside down

600

"get up!!"

A deafening shout suddenly exploded in Treina's ear. Treina's mind took half a second to judge the owner of the voice, and then slowly folded the pillow over to cover his ears and face.

"Get up quickly."

Richard reached out to grab the quilt with him: "What a big deal!"

He closed his eyes and grabbed the quilt even tighter: "...What's the matter? Did the Northern Mainland come in..."

"There are many things happening, which one do you listen to first?" Richard grabbed his quilt and waited for dozens of seconds. Seeing that the other party was silent again, he raised his voice and said, "The real Creator has become a righteous god!! You have become a regular!!! Friends!!"

Trainer opened his eyes in a flash.

He couldn't believe it: "I ran out of the Church of the Orthodox God. Now the Iron Blood Cross is turned into a regular state. Doesn't that mean I haven't run away?"

"After you said this, I remembered that I have donated to many churches of Eternal Sun before? Can this money be brought back?"

The hunter was stunned: "Eternal Sun Church? What does this have to do with Eternal Sun Church?"

"Oh." Richard quickly explained, "The real Creator replaced the right position of the eternal sun in Intis."

Trainer didn't come back to his senses for half a minute, and he glanced at the calendar at the bedside in confusion.

"...Don't think about those unrealistic things, help me get a cup of cold water."

Trainer let go of his pillow and sat up reluctantly, watching Richard, who was operating the appliances toast himself with butter and butter, reaching for the coat next to the bed:

"After that, since the Aurora Society has now become regular, and Intis has no royal family, only a parliament, and the parliament is under the jurisdiction of the church and the gods, does that mean that your Highland colony now belongs to the Aurora Society?"

Richard took a bite of the toast with thick butter and nodded:

"It is indeed the case in theory, and the Rose School and the Highland Rebels are now waiting for the announcement of the new church."

"This question is very complicated. If Aurora really intends to continue to engage in semi-slavery and semi-colonization in the colonies, then I will find a way to continue to struggle to death." Richard chewed the cream toast, with a somewhat complicated expression. "But Aurora will have quite good intentions towards the Southern Continent. If Intis changes his attitude and gives normal citizenship and human rights protection to the Highland colonies, then I guess the rebels will not be able to organize and consider disbanding on the spot."

Trainer didn't say anything and tidied up his hair in the bathroom mirror.

Should I consider investing in several Aurora industries? He thought.

"It's really ironic to think about it. What I have worked hard for more than a hundred years and I have to complete it day and night."

Richard smiled self-deprecatingly, closed his eyes, and countless figures of people appeared in his mind, some young, some old, and some determined, but they all walked ahead of themselves. The sweet and delicious cream could not be dissolved in the control of the Angel's heart called pain and anger: "For selfishness, I don't want to resist and end it, because I don't believe in the kindness of the people in the North, and the temporary preferential treatment is just for longer-term profits... But, if the real Creator really does this, how many people dare to disobey? The overall situation will definitely be better."

"Isn't our purpose of resisting to obtain food, dignity, freedom and rights?"

"If it really ends like this, maybe it's good." Richard smiled and bit off most of the remaining cream toast in one bite.

At this time, Trainer had already washed up in his pajamas and a coat. He had not realized the seriousness of the matter yet, so he prepared a breakfast for himself, and the drink was hot coffee with milk and sugar cubes.

"But why did the real Creator suddenly become the righteous god of Intis? Where did the eternal sun go?" he asked in confusion, "There is no other faith area in the Northern Continent that can be divided into it. It is impossible to go to the northern plateau?"

Richard's smile became real with the naked eye:

"He is dead."

"There will be no eternal sun from now on, only—well, the Creator's Church!"

Dead?

Trainer was shocked, and he turned his head suddenly to look at the sky outside the window. It was still bright and the golden ball of light was hanging there. Then he once again turned his doubtful eyes to the calendar, and it took him a long time to find his voice:

"God will die?"

"No, the God War happened? When did it happen? You saw it? Why didn't you go crazy?"

The concept of god war has existed since ancient times, but the gods personally came to fight... there is no way to imagine it!

Shouldn’t they be eternal? Just as eternal as the existence of the sun, moon and stars, angels already have immortal life, and the gods are countless times stronger than angels. They should be more eternal and tougher, and transcend the limits that humans can imagine. Human wars are just sand tables in their hands... Can such powerful living bodies be killed? Even if they are by another god?

Richard made himself a piece of cream toast and said with a bright smile:

"I didn't see the real God War, but I saw the change of symbols."

"Symbol?"

Trainer frowned, but the Angel of Temperance was a sequence higher than himself.

"Don't touch my bread and cream." Trainer couldn't help but speak, "I'll go back and give you the three-month share of the cream cheese processing plant in Fitus, and you can fill in the address yourself."

"That's not what I mean."

Richard's smile on his face became even brighter: "Actually the symbol is very simple. The sun fell, and the sun rose again, and the replacement of authority ended... Then the real Creator declared that there would be no eternal sun again from now on, and he was the return of the ancient Creator in mythology."

"He denied the creation legend of the Six Gods born from the body of the Creator, led mankind to defeat other races, and accused the gods of killing Him and building a new world on His corpse. He wanted to take back His powers and avenge all evil Gods."

Richard patted the stunned Trainer on the shoulder:

"It sounds unbelievable, right? But the church of the God of Steam and Machinery has recognized these contents - it has nothing to do with the God of Steam anyway. After all, He is a new God born in the Quaternary Age and cannot participate in the creation myth. These contents are currently only spread among the church's top leaders and angels. If Intis's printing factory can work harder, you might see the public announcement in the newspaper within this week."

After saying this, He touched his chin with some uncertainty.

"...There should be a modified version for the public, right? But it feels like the style of the Aurora Society, it is not impossible to just say it directly."

"Actually, the Rose School is very nervous now because..."

“…From the judging of the eternal storm by the real Creator, perhaps our bound God will be…”

Richard thought of what the outside god had said to him during the smog before, and shook his head with some emotion and did not finish his words.

After Trainer was stunned for a while, he suddenly thought of another question - "Secret Prayer" and "Sun" are adjacent sequences, and adjacent sequences mean they can be interchanged, but if there is war and accommodation between gods, does it mean that adjacent sequences can be swallowed by each other at the stage of gods? Having plural authority?... It should be more than that?

He was shocked by this secret knowledge and asked in confusion a few seconds:

"The declaration of the real Creator is a challenge to the gods. The eternal rays of sun is attacked, so other gods cannot watch it, right? If the real Creator has the ability to carry the attack of other gods and kill the eternal rays of sun alone, why would he be forced to hide for so many years?"

Richard looked at him with complicated eyes when he heard this and patted him hard on the shoulder.

"Of course there is help from other gods."

"who?"

"Your father."

Trainer:???

"Yes, my friend, your father has become a god." Richard's smile was filled with three points of ridicule and five points of helplessness and two points of desire to fleece. "Your father helped the real Creator kill the eternal ray of sunshine! In the fifth era, the true god of the demon path was officially born!"

"There were malicious outbreaks around the world before, and you fell asleep? Didn't you even think about getting up and seeing the situation?"

The hunter was stupid: "When did this happen?"

"This happened at eight or nine in the morning, lasting about two hours and ended at noon." Richard said, "I almost rushed to the muddy waters of the Northern Continent when I was happy. Fortunately, I had a strong self-control ability."

Trainer couldn't help it. He stepped over and grabbed his desk calendar, repeatedly viewed whether the number was 350 or 1450, reached out to touch the cat in his shadow, but couldn't touch it for a long time, and the cat didn't know where it went. After a minute of crazy, he looked at Richard with a distorted expression:

“So many things happened one morning??”

“There’s something else.”

"For example, there was also a problem in the city of Berens. From the second half of yesterday to this morning, strange people died suddenly from the members of War Red and the army of Ruenren. In addition, there were suicides and murders that occurred due to malicious loss of control, so I was invited to help deal with these matters. And that prince seemed to be assassinated by his subordinates with a strange magical object because of his abuse of his subordinates. I don't know if he died or not. In short, the whereabouts of the murderer are now unknown."

“This happened this morning too??”

Richard looked at Trainer who was pulling his hair with pity and continued, "Yes. Fsak declared war on Ruhn, and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom intends to establish diplomatic relations with Indiz now..."

"Run and Intis have an unknown relationship, but it gives people the feeling that the Lord of the Storm has a great opinion on the current Creator."

"I feel like I'm going to fight."

601

Beckland, East Side, a two-bedroom room.

Several policemen in black and white uniforms followed the landlord who opened the door and each reached out to cover their mouths.

There was a strong smell of blood inside!

"Police officer, I don't know what happened. Other tenants said that there seemed to be a lot of blood coming here, and they could smell it through the walls and doors." The landlord wearing a silk top hat looked around timidly, unwilling to stay in the room for an extra second.

The black-skinned blue-eyed police officer with the inspector's epaulette waved his hand and said:

"You can wait at the door first, and there is something to ask you."

He said as he put on white gloves and turned his eyes to the wooden door of the bedroom.

However, he didn't rush to go in, and looked around slowly, taking all the surrounding situation into his eyes:

A pile of coal, cabinets for storing tableware and ingredients, small stoves, clean iron pots, a slightly greasy table, two round stools that were sloping on the floor, two crooked backrest chairs, several glass bottles containing unknown powder, and a stack of scattered tarot cards.

"A fan of mysticism with an average economic situation?" The black-skinned and blue-eyed inspector nodded slightly, made a judgment, and then signaled one of the subordinates to open the bedroom door.

With a squeak, more bloody smells surged out.

The policeman who opened the door looked in, suddenly let out a short scream, and took a few steps back.

The inspector, who was leading the inspector, frowned slightly, pressed and held the backward policeman's shoulder, crossed the obstacle and approached the bedroom.

His eyes swept, and his face changed suddenly.

In the bedroom, on the wooden bed, a man was lying there, his hands tied to the guardrail above his head.
To be continued...