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At night, Klein had just gotten into the bed when he suddenly heard an unprecedented prayer sound appearing in his ears.

If the previous prayer was just a whisper that was wandering around in the ears, then this time the prayer was the electric drill making a dangerous buzzing sound in the ears, making people feel numb to their scalp. Klein sat up, flashed into the bathroom, and skillfully headed straight to the Fort.

He looks like a middle-aged man, with black hair and blue eyes... Do I know such a person?

While complaining, Klein quickly sat in the main seat. The illusory circle that was obviously much larger than other crimson stars and could even be regarded as the crimson sun was emitting light, echoing the logo of "Follower".

Who is it?

Klein hesitated for a moment, reached out and decided to look at the situation first before making plans.

The red light fainted, and the picture of prayer suddenly became clearer. The first thing Klein saw was a deserted land, and there seemed to be a strange gray smoke screen in the distance of his sight. The smoke screen extended horizontally like a wall and flowed slowly like a water wave. His pupils shrank slightly, and his spiritual perception told him that the gray smoke screen was related to the Source Castle, and might even be part of the Source Castle!

Where is this? Why does the same gray fog as the Source Fort appear there?

Many problems suddenly appeared in Klein's mind, like bubbles after bubbles rose from the water, and then he began to look for the person who prayed to him - there were many people in the prayer scene. At first glance, no one seemed to fit the picture he had just seen, but after a closer look, Klein was stunned.

Is that human...? It's like a group of humanoid creatures.

They were ragged, as if they were made of simple cloth and animal skins. Most of them were thin and looked malnourished. The most terrifying thing was that their bodies had serious mutations. Some people were covered with sarcoma from their heads to their backs and arms, like grapes of different sizes. Some people had crooked mouths and their eyes were half smaller than ordinary people. Some people had no ears and some people had no noses. They didn't look like people at all. Each of them had the ability to scare children. In the dark, it was even more terrifying than him who digested potions!

Klein couldn't help but get goose bumps from behind him. He looked away from these distorted people, and then suddenly met someone's eyes.

The man had a unique black and gold highlight, his eyes were dark as blood. He not only looked at him, but even gave him a wink.

The real creator!

I pray to the true Creator!!

Mr. "Follower"'s pupils were earthquakes, and his hair stood up because of this familiar sense of déjà vu, feeling that some very bad memories were evoked. Then, looking at the strange wasteland in the picture, an answer suddenly flashed in his mind.

This is the land of God’s abandonment!

Such a serious deformed person, even if he appears, he can have a certain popularity in the outside world. Only in that place can he appear in groups without being paid attention, let alone the strange and huge smoke screen in the distance.

It turns out that there are such people in the Land of God’s Abandoned Land. It’s wrong. It should be said that such people are actually the norm in the Land of God’s Abandoned Land!

Baiyin City found black-faced grass, which can make normal food and does not use monster meat as staple food, so the "Sun" and the people in Baiyin City will look normal... In the pollution-filled land of gods, in the city-state without black-faced grass, those who eat monster meat for years and generations will eventually become like this due to the negative impact of accumulating toxins or extraordinary abilities?

The mutation of the body will definitely affect life span, and maybe it will also affect emotions and lead to loss of control...

...The land abandoned by God is truly worthy of.

Crane couldn't help feeling sad.

"By the way, Ince Zangwell once wrote in 0-08 that the real Creator acquiesced their divine submission ceremony in order to break through the blockade of the Seven Gods. The isolation of the land of God abandonment is from the world, and the ruins of the gods' war cannot be overcome, which proves that the 'East Continent' is indeed a blockade... The real Creator came out from there, why is he going back now? Is there anything else I haven't done?"

"And He has not said that I will be responsible for the connection with the forsaken land of God, and He is now…?"

"It seems that the Creator has sensed me, so let's see what He is looking for me in the abandoned land of God. No, what to do with the 'fool'..."

Klein held his breath and focused his courage, took the airs of "fools", and bit the bullet and prepared to listen to the details of the prayer.

“…Dear Mr. 'Fool'.”

The real Creator began to say the request, and Klein began to rub his hands awkwardly and looked away uneasy.

"I pray to you that people in the East Continent can receive redemption..."

You are the sun, why are you trying to make things difficult for me, a little demigod - is it because of the so-called "anchor". Klein covered his eyes with his hands, took a deep breath, and began to think about the meaning of the request of the real Creator.

His eyes swept across the extraordinary people of the East Continent who were mutated, alert, dodged and secretly observed the normal face of the real Creator. After thinking for a few seconds, he sighed and stretched out his hand. The seal belonging to the Silver City, like an ordinary log stick, flew over and landed in his hands.

He thought about it, since these people may be their believers in the future, just like the people of Silver City, he should be responsible for them. Klein felt that he should say a short and profound word to highlight the "fool"'s character, but he could hardly think of what to say to these people who struggle to survive in the darkness. Baiyin City's conversion experience told him that in this land, any words that are scattered are not as practical as real help.

In the end, all kinds of thoughts in my heart turned into a sigh.

Klein releases his spirituality, contacts the real Creator's ball of prayer, and then grabs a piece of paper man to serve as a medium to lower his power.

On the Eastern Continent.

After the prayer of the real Creator ended, in just a few seconds, there seemed to be a huge door opening in the sky.

The hunting team raised their heads one by one, and soon lowered their heads in this spiritual resonance that made people unable to help but feel awe. Although they had never seen a god or even received a response prayer, at this moment, they also believed that this was the gaze of the gods. They also believed that the "fool" must be an ancient god.

They lowered their heads, and no one noticed the complexity that flashed across the real Creator's face.

Is this the right thing? He thought.

Is that right to hand over the people of the East Continent to Klein and let them believe in the fools naturally?

As the human part denies this idea in his heart, he says it must be wrong. How can we take the believers back ten thousand steps, how can we send these living people out like trading items? But if He asks: Is this wrong? Who knows how "God" will treat these people? At least Klein is the best choice. He will hesitate for a moment.

Perhaps this choice is the best, Klein can obtain believers and anchors, and the people of the East Continent can be saved. He whispered in the corner of consciousness, but... but I always feel that something is wrong. We seem to be just persistently giving the people of the East Continent to the things we think are good, and try to unilaterally find a chance to make up for it because of our mistakes, but forget to ask what they need.

"What if they are not willing to convert to their beliefs?" the real creator asked, "It is actually difficult to cultivate firm beliefs for more than ten years, and the faith in the Eastern Continent is often deeply rooted, and we don't have more time to plan one by one."

"I even thought about whether to give them psychological hints directly, abandon the Creator's faith, and peacefully transition into the 'fool'."

This is even more excessive. He said, you can't do this, no matter what, if you do this, what's the difference between us and Adam?

"They must develop a firmer belief in the 'fool' before leaving the Eastern Continent, otherwise, when they go outside, they will easily be rekindled by the Creator's Church." The real Creator sighed, "We may not have a better way."

They cannot deny this fact, but they can never reach a consensus on it.

A distant aura fell from the sky, with light and shadow intertwined, and a gentle wind blew on the dark plain.

The members of the hunting team stood there with their heads down, remembering the ancient saying of "not looking directly at God". They felt that they seemed to have a sense of awakeness and trance at the same time. Their spiritual perception outlined a series of grand and bizarre images - they did not look with their eyes, but saw the endless gray sea of ​​fog through spiritual resonance, saw the strange world they had never seen, full of various symbols, and saw the bright light like seven ribbons hanging at the highest point. Finally, there seemed to be a tall figure above the seven rays of light and cast a bet on the highest point of this magical world.

Unconsciously, they gained knowledge. They learned that this symbolic world is called "spiritual world". The seven light belts are symbolic knowledge. The seven lights of the spiritual world that existed since the birth of the world not only became pure in their minds, but also learned a lot of information without a teacher.

It also contains many pictures that they cannot understand, such as countless "green plants" with strong vitality.

This wonderful feeling made the hunting team deeply intoxicated. Several members subconsciously raised their heads, as if they saw green light falling from the sky, making people feel comfortable and the breath of life gently stroked their cheeks like the palm of their mother... They exclaimed!

Noisy under the gaze of God is undoubtedly a taboo, but no one can control his emotions - the Sun Lord touched his cheeks dullly, and through the eyes of other companions, he saw that the sarcoma on his face and head began to break, pus, fade, contract, and disappear. In the end, even a little scar was left, and the stains on his clothes and hair faded.

The headache that caused by toxins invading the scalp since he was born has disappeared without a trace. He has never felt that his spirit and body are so relaxed. It is better than those in adulthood and better than at any time!

The grace of the god is undoubtedly the grace of the god!

Such benign changes not only happened to him. The gentle wind of life continued to blow, the crooked face gradually returned to its normal position, the missing part gradually grew out, the dark wounds accumulated by the battles were healed, and the muscle tissues and defects that should not exist slowly disappeared... The deformed people shed tears at the same time, and they gained new life in this gust of wind.

The door that was opened in the sky slowly closed, and the real Creator looked up at it, as if he was looking at the person behind the door.

He nodded slightly.

The spiritual resonance of extreme joy gradually faded away, and the members of the patrol team looked at each other's faces and bodies in surprise and restraint. They stroked their skin repeatedly in disbelief. The salvation fell on those who were willing to believe in the "fool" and on those who believed in pious. Even the previous believer who retorted the Creator fell into silence at this moment, and his faith was shaken.

Now, except for their clothes, they are no different from the missionary who suddenly appears.

“…I came to spread the glory of the 'fool’, not your enemy.”

The real Creator held the lamp in his hand, and the light reflected their faces: "I will also look for other city-states and redeem others. Before leaving, I will tell you the name of the "fool"... Which city-state do you come from? Are there other cities around?"

The captain looked around and saw that through the miracle just now, they really felt the kindness of the "fool", so their attitude towards the real Creator softened a lot: "...we are from Yuecheng."

But he still did not inform Yuecheng of the approximate location.

The real creator was slightly stunned: "You are from Moon City?"

The captain nodded, and the real creator couldn't help asking again: "How many people are left in Yuecheng? Are the other city-states around them still there?"

The members of the hunting team looked at each other. From the preachers' words, they realized that the other party seemed to have some understanding of their place of residence, so they tentatively reported some data: "There are about 5,000 people in the city whose physical condition has not begun to decline..."

"The high priest is the commander of us." said the captain.

Is it aging if my physical condition has not declined? That is, before the age of forty?

Or, even those who are young but unable to fight are included in it?

The real creature opened his mouth and his tone gradually became complicated: "...Where are other city-states around? Have you found the Amber City, the City of St. Jail? And... or... have you found the remains of these cities?"

The members of the hunting team looked at each other, and the captain shook his head.

"We did find some cities and ruins of the destroyed cities in the exploration around us..." said the captain, "But I don't know if it's what you said. Maybe there will be corresponding classics in Yuecheng."

"I see."

The real Creator sighed in his heart.

Then He saw the hunting team start moving their bodies, reorganizing their formation, and then discussing preparing to move in another direction.

He was a little surprised: "Don't you go back, tell the others in Yuecheng about this?"

The captain shook his head: "We can't go back yet."

"We have insufficient food reserves in our residential areas, the children have been hungry for a day, the patients need treatment, we have to get enough food in this hunt, but now we have not gained anything."

After saying these words, the team leader looked at the real Creator, bowed seriously, and expressed his gratitude.

“Praise the Lord, praise the 'fool,' we are now back to our state and may be able to go back with more food.”

After saying that, they organized a team and prepared to continue to move towards the depths of the darkness and look for prey.

The real creator was silent for a while, and took a step, holding the light to keep up with the hunting team.

"I'll be with you." He whispered in a surprised gaze of the hunting team, "I used to be... very good at hunting monsters."

TBC

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Why is it January? It's not good, I'm going to speed up.
Chapter completed!