Chapter 333: The beginning of the battle

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After saying that, the real Creator looked at the outer god who had no change from the day before and asked:

"Where have you been during this time?"

"I walked around this for a few times, and did not disturb your interactions with your believers, so I came to see this old city."

Edward said in a relaxed tone, his eyes swept through the old faded city remains below. This city building that has been perfectly preserved is as exquisite as an exquisite model, as if the remains of civilization in his own kingdom of gods made him feel a little ready to move.

Just like a collector saw his favorite type of utensils, the only old city that has been preserved as completely as possible and fully demonstrates the time-washing old city, which is the most perfect souvenir.

"Don't even think about it." The real Creator saw the thoughts of the outer God.

"Then don't make such a big noise when the fight was first done."

Edward's eyes moved away from the old city reluctantly, and couldn't help but mutter: "There are very few things on the earth that belong to the past. This place is the best preserved part before destruction, so the rest can only be dug at the bottom of the sea."

"Under the sea." The real creator frowned slightly, "Those drilling platforms..."

"They are known as the 'deep sea well' in the legend of the sea." Edward quipped. "There are many pirates who have seen it, but they say there is an inexplicable attraction, so some people think there may be something extraordinary in the well."

The real Creator hummed from his nose, and He turned around and walked along the end of the old city in the direction of the Rift.

"Isn't the things inside just the 'Chaos Sea'?"

"It occupies the center of the earth and pollutes the source quality of oil. It clearly symbolizes omniscience and omnipotence, but it slows down the development of technology."

"It has nothing to do with the sheep, omniscient and omnipotent."

Edward followed, teasing while walking: "Maybe for people in your world, there is no civilization. People believe devoutly from birth, pray devoutly, contribute their faith for a lifetime and then die. This kind of society is the best? The ignorant is always happy."

The real Creator didn't even think of looking back at him:

"So still help me stabilize my humanity?"

"You can understand this." The outer god replied deeply, "The more human you are, the better it will be for me. We are now in a consistent position, and I will definitely do my best to help you become the main personality of God."

He said this, but the real Creator had no idea of ​​refuting it, so he answered casually:

"Then the social structure you are talking about is naturally OK when there is God."

"oh?"

"After the existence of the gods, God becomes an objective reality, and of course we must combine it and analyze it together." The real Creator slowed down and waited for Edward to follow him and only two steps away from him, and continued in an academic atmosphere. "From the anchor's impression of God, it is beneficial to both sides to develop more productivity and allow humans to reproduce continuously and increase their number. However, the power of the anchor is always limited, and humans cannot continue to proliferate so infinitely. Now, more humans are reproduced, in fact, to have more spare time when they are active."

"You are right, but I think that you allow humans in your territory to enjoy the convenience of extraordinary productivity is actually just your selfish desire as a human being." Edward thought, "This behavior actually has no effect on your human nature. When you obtain Intis and become the sun, the anchor of the population of the entire country has already had the greatest impact on you."

"That's right, it's just my selfishness."

"Because as a human being, I hope to see a beautiful world, to see the pain being eliminated, to live and work in peace, and children can read and play freely, without having to sweep the chimney, do child labor, and not put on military uniforms early and be sent to the battlefield."

Edward thought about the other person's words, feeling that the true Creator's words were not only about the ideas of the old era, but also about the current society.

"Do you only have this idea in the Northern Mainland?"

"We have this idea for the Southern and Eastern continents."

The real Creator looked into the distance, occasionally lowered his head, and looked at the remains of old urban areas gradually covered by the mist in the rift, with a steady voice without any turmoil: "When the people of Intis praised the Creator, I seemed to see the Eastern Continent people in the Third Age. They were alert to me that they could not repeat the same mistakes, and could not slaughter humanity in the name of salvation... But I always covet other countries and other continents. When I saw other Gods' churches and other Gods' countries, I would feel irritable and disdainful in my heart. I think they did not do as good as me. Only in my hands can human beings truly use the productivity of extraordinary power to live a happy life."

"But change your mind, isn't this still herding sheep?"

"This matter falls on the giant dragon's head, that is, the dragon rules the earth and falls on the giant's head, that is, the giant's civilization is thriving. If I help humans with everything in detail, then the beautiful life of human beings has nothing to do with human beings."

He tsk, somewhat frustrated.

"Perhaps it is enough for humans to live a happy life. At least, being able to pursue material richness is already the dream of countless people." Edward comforted him, "Maybe you are just in personal heroism. Who has never dreamed of saving the world? If you God does not save the world, then I will doubt whether there is something wrong with your thoughts."

The real Creator looked at Him.

"Edward Vaughn did it too," said the outside god. "He dreamed that when he was still in junior school, he saw a classmate being bullied because of his appearance, so he thought for a long time how to help the other party. Later, he dreamed all the way and hoped to resolve all the disputes."

"And what, did he help?"

"Help," said Edward. "When the classmate was bullied again, I lifted the chair and threw it over. Then he was punished for writing a review for the fight and became good friends with that classmate."

The image of the outer god gradually coincided with this description, and the real Creator was silent for a second: "Based on the principle that the more similar the easier it is to accommodate, it seems that there is no reason for you to get this identity."

“Each one another.”

"Anyway, we must open up people's wisdom... Detailed analysis of specific events. Since God has also become an objective reality, it is impossible to completely remove God. I have to think of a way to come up with a correct education system so that humans can also regard "extraordinary" as a "power that they can rely on", so that people will not be captive by extraordinary, but will use extraordinary and constantly develop new things for a better world..."

Edward nodded: "I think your idea is good, but why does it give me the feeling that you are saying your last words?"

"If I was the only one outside god next to you when I was telling my last words, then you would be too sad."

"Ha ha."

The trace of unnecessary emotion in the heart of the real Creator immediately disappeared without a trace. He no longer tried to speak, nor did he try to express words in his heart that he didn't know who to say to. Unfortunately, the outer God has always been quite interested in the civilization of the earth. When Crane gradually understood his good intentions, he could try to chat with Crane, provided that by then, he still had the idea of ​​wanting to chat.

The ground under your feet is black, and the world in the rift is gray, like a contrasting landscape painting.

Before dawn, they approached a building buried layer by layer by layer by layer by layer by layer of history.

This huge off-white building has no doors, and the overall shape is relatively square, like a huge coffin.

Edward frowned. At such a close distance, He gradually felt the spirituality and oppression from the "Chaos Sea". The pillar-level old symbols fluctuated slowly underground in the building ahead like a windless sea. His steps couldn't help but slowed down a little.

"Like a cocoon."

“The cocoon that gave birth to God.”

"It is a shelter, a cage, and a coffin." The real Creator followed the other party's words, and he slowly walked into the huge building. The memory that had been buried for thousands of years and had difficulty breaking through the dust. It appeared in the Creator's mind like faded old photos. "I remember that at the beginning, this was just a research institute, and the dry oil field was re-emitted. The research was not smooth. One day, a researcher turned into oil... Looking back now, it was because it was digested by the gradually activated source substance."

"What research have you done here?"

Edward asked curiously: "Are you selected by the Chaos Sea when you were doing research? The Chaos Sea only took you away, or did it pollute a lot of people, but in the end you were the only one who stood out? Are you a geological researcher? Or a scientist?"

"I can't remember it, maybe it's right."

The real Creator frowned slightly. He found a familiar thick iron door and put his hand on it. A golden light flashed, the concept of blockade was lifted, and the iron door slowly opened halfway, and the real Creator flashed and walked in.

Edward thought for a few seconds and walked in. After entering the door, he closed the iron door virtually to isolate the interaction inside and outside.

Some items were scattered around, tables and chairs were tilted, and there were many signs of damage. It seemed that some riots had passed. However, the items on the ground had long been eroded and lost their shape, and they were like a stack of ashes. A gust of air from the outside blew over, and the guns, ornaments and items were wiped out, leaving only a contour.

Suddenly, He noticed something strange, a flat human skin hiding in the shadow under the table, with black curly hair and wide forehead, as if there was no flesh and blood in it, as if there was a leaky leather case, which could not be seen with the naked eye.

"Among here too?" He looked at the back of the real Creator.

"It was probably sent to guard the custody." The real creator glanced at the leather hood Amon.

The flat body of the leather hood immediately bulged up as if it was filled with air. He crawled out of the shadow under the table, looked at the real Creator with curious eyes, and then looked at Edward, with hostility and curiosity in his eyes. After confirming that the real Creator had no malice towards him, he immediately retreated, found a distant corner inside the building and hid, and observed in secret.

The real Creator has no idea to explain to the other party. If you really want to explain, you have to go to Amon's original body, not a clone.

They continued to walk forward, and through the long corridor, the world in front of them suddenly opened up.

There is a huge hole in the institute. Part of the ground collapsed into the ground, dark and deep, and the end cannot be seen at all. In a vague manner, countless shouts came from the depths of the ground and directly rang in the mind of the real Creator.

Edward stopped talking, and he stood beside the wreckage slightly far from the void, and found a place to sit down.

"The day I came out of here, I felt a sense of darkness, and I would always come back here."

The dome of the institute is towering. The real creator touched his pocket and placed the only cross he carried on his body on the edge of the cliff. He walked step by step and approached the huge hole that seemed to reach the center of the earth without looking back.

He felt as if he had returned to the day countless years ago. The earth shook and the sky collapsed. He came here with no idea what influenced him. Then the world under his feet collapsed. He fell into the invisible sea and waited until the red moon hangs in the sky.

In this way, under God's arrangement, even the qualification to sleep forever with your family was deprived of.

Those fates that I don’t care about... but cannot get rid of.

Behind Him, the Decayed King found his own Bible and chanted in a low voice in a language that humans could not understand but could understand its meaning:

"As soon as he came up from the sea, he saw that the sky was broken, and the Holy Spirit drove Jesus to the wilderness and told him to baptize people."

When we have reached this point, we are still trying to fix our cognition with language, which makes some differences between me and God? The real Creator inexplicably had an idea that "the external god is quite reliable", and said half-taughtly: "Aren't we being tried by the devil?"

"You have passed the test of the devil." said the devil, "No one in this world can stop you except yourself."

"I hope so."

This is the last word. He took a decisive step forward and fell to the deepest part of the darkness.

In a trance, there seemed to be a chant-like murmur, and the souls sang in ancient language. In the bottomless darkness and chaos, the light reflecting all things suddenly lit up, just like the sun rising in the abyss.

"I still hope you can win," Edward said.

With a turn of his eyes, He saw half of his head poking out of the corridor. The Amon pushed his monocle and stared at the dome full of sunshine, as if he had seen extremely distant memories.

...

Becklander.

At the same time when the sun fell into the center of the earth, the noon sunlight outside seemed to dim a little and suddenly lost its temperature.

George III sat on the terrace to enjoy his afternoon tea, with the royal family serving beside him, and a paper man with simple facial features sat on the chair opposite him, enjoying the city scenery of Beckland that can be overlooked from the terrace.

A gust of wind blew, and the message came into George III's ears.

He raised his eyebrows, and still gracefully swept away the tea leaves with the lid of the cup, and slowly placed it in the tray. The servant beside him immediately walked up with a wink and added hot water to the king's tea cup.

"Zaratuqing, how many people can you transfer your miracle at once?" George III looked at the scenery of Beckland, and asked the paper man opposite casually.
To be continued...