Only at this time will the feeling of being monitored disappear.

Audrey breathed a sigh of relief, took off the metal brooch and gem earrings from her home clothes, picked up the flowers and essential oils for bathing. Then, she took out a candle from her sleeve, broke it into three parts, and built a simple ceremony venue on the bathroom dressing table.

She pressed her chest, listening to the beating of her heart like a drum, and felt that she was even more nervous than when she prayed to Mr. Fool.

"Relax, Audrey, this honorable name is correct and will not be passed on to strange beings..."

She took a deep breath, closed her hands, closed her eyes, and chanted in a low voice:

“The burning torch does not extinguish;

The prisoner of chaos and death;

You are the creator of the City of Curses;

You are the protector of all those who resist fate;

Dear 'Angelic of Temperance', Mr. Richard Ernst who is with us..."

...

Eastern Continent.

"Please rest assured." The real Creator said to an old woman with compassion, "The sun has risen, the earth is about to regain its vitality, the day of redemption has come, and the day of suffering is about to end."

With His Word, the dark sky lit up, and the warm sun rose slowly, covering all things in the world with golden light.

The monsters turned into black smoke and dissipated, and golden crops broke out from the ground, swinging gently like waves. The saved people laughed and laughed, and sang hymns to the omniscient and omnipotent Lord.

The woman, who was so old that she could not judge her age, raised her head for a long time and looked at everything in front of her.

The real Creator waited patiently for a long time, and the woman dressed in a priest finally moved her eyes away from the sun in the sky. She looked at the young man holding a cross in front of her and said solemnly and slowly: "Thank you, the messenger of the Lord..."

Then she turned around and walked slowly to the altar in the middle of the city, lit the flames of sacrifices, and threw the offerings and things that pleased the gods into the fire. Blue smoke rose into the sky, and she knelt down deeply in the direction of the sun.

"Praise you, the omniscient and omnipotent Lord..."

"We are finally saved..."

The old and hoarse voice came intermittently, and the goddess's figure dissipated like a handful of sand falling into the wind.

The laughing people, the golden wheat fields and the entire city were weathered together, they passed by the wind, and the dream world was shattered.

The world became dark and the dark sky was revealed.

The real Creator stood in the ruins of a city-state completely occupied by strange plants. The altar in the center of the city-state collapsed halfway, a hunched dead bone lying in the center of the altar, and the priestly costumes and spiritual things on his body had rotted into mud.

Directly above the dead bones, powerful evil spirits like black fog hovered in the sky, protecting this city-state that had long lost its vitality. However, the evil spirits' movement speed gradually became slower, and their bodies gradually collapsed without any attack.

It saw the legendary sunshine in its dream, and saw that its people were redeemed by lateness, so it happily turned into nothing.

The real Creator stood quietly in place, clenched the cross in his hand, and whispered: "I'm late, I wish you liberation."

“Destroyed two hundred and forty-three years ago.”

Edward also escaped from his dream and carried out rough archaeological activities around him, pushing his glasses: "I didn't expect that this place has been destroyed... However, without angels and level 0 seals, they persisted for a thousand years without losing to endless temptation and despair. They were eventually swallowed by external forces from the darkness, which was quite respectable."

They came here with the memory of the last master of the amulet, and only saw a ruin that had been destroyed by the traces of battle, and an evil spirit hovering in the air, dragging all the creatures around into the battle that destroyed the city.

“…but they were not saved.”

When you are destroyed by irresistible monsters, when you watch yourself and your loved ones die, is it more painful or more relief to end the pain? The real Creator inhale deeply and exhale deeply: "Is the belated redemption or redemption?"

The outer god shrugged.

"It depends on yourself," He said, "I can comfort you 'at least you are here' or say 'no', but you should have the answer to this question when you ask it."

"Yes, if I want to say, I don't regret it." The real Creator whispered, "but I just don't regret it."

Edward glanced at Him and praised casually: "You are in good condition now."

"Do you call this mental burden good?"

"I think from your perspective. You can feel the burden, and you are in good condition." Edward hugged his arms and joked, "If you don't respond along the way, I should consider which direction I will run when I leave the earth for a while."

The real creator sighed softly without responding.

He raised his head and looked into the distance, his eyes penetrated through the shadows and darkness, and saw the huge fog barrier that divided the continent.

Edward was also looking in that direction.

"Declare in advance, I am not able to open the seal of the Heavenly Lord now." The real creator said, "Do you still insist on going now?"

The outer god nodded: "When you have the ability to open the seal, can my source material still be mine? But there seems to be a city-state nearby. Do you want to bypass it or visit it?"

"Go and visit." The real creator took a step forward and walked towards the direction of the gray fog seal. "There are few survivors in the Eastern Continent. I can't let them continue like this. The sun alone is far from enough. You must get funding from the outside world like Silver City."

"Oh, are you going to give them the honorary name of the 'fool'?" said Edward. "You are really working hard for the younger generation."

The real Creator glanced at Him: "Which identity are you using now?"

"I think it should be Edward Vaughan." The outer god paused for a moment and knocked his temple with his hand. "Don't it look like it? Maybe it's because this land has a good relationship with me. I'm a little confused about people when I see things and start talking in the first tone of mine."

The expression on Edward's face gradually disappeared, and he looked at the darkness in the distance with a rather alienated look.

"It's very nostalgic. My hometown is the same, full of despair and pain. No matter what race it is, it's sinking in the fight."

"We are broken and dismembered, become nests that resist the cold, become fuel and give birth to the extraordinary characteristics of the next generation, but their lives are not better. In order to ensure the health of the next generation, they need enough food and nutrition. For this reason, they even need to let the mother eat part of the father and keep the fetus healthy like a mantis. Sometimes, the mother will automatically digest the unborn embryos."

The real creator frowned.

He said in a light tone:

"All this pain is for living, but living has become a burden... When you asked me about ‘salvation’ just now, I suddenly thought that if I were a man in the forsaken land of God, I might kill you like I would kill Him, if I had this opportunity."

"It may be a kind of happiness if you don't know the truth about the catastrophe."

The outer God did not speak anymore, nor did the real Creator speak.

A few seconds later, the outer god reached out and pinched both sides of his cheeks, and his expression naturally changed from indifference to intimacy.

"Okay, just a few emotional residues that were touching. The story has ended long ago, and I actually like this atmosphere." Edward adjusted his facial expression and smiled and sighed, "It seems that human spirits are quite tough, much stronger than I thought. Your believers can rely on beliefs to support them for so long, and you are the best among them."

“…”

"You're not thinking about what I said just now," Edward said, "Then I'm going to interview you."

"No." The real creator sighed, "Let's go."

TBC

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