"The Hanged Man" calmly finished this long paragraph, expressing his attitude and giving hints.

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warn?

On the southern continent, in the highland colony that was being rebuilt, several angels were uncharacteristically silent.

The Declined King put the back of his hand on his chin, and after a while he said: "Okay, you are more decisive than me, but no matter how fast you go, your followers will suffer losses. So what are you going to do with Lun later?"

Of course, the King of Decay came down voluntarily to help. After all, it would be the greatest benefit to Him to have the True Creator become the main personality. It would be idle to be idle there, and He did not torture Amon’s hobby of passing time:

The Declined King sat next to the True Creator, with his back against the blasphemous stone slab, and his gray-white hair spreading around like spider silk or the roots of an old tree: "Just for this matter, you specifically used the power of the Sea of ​​Chaos to imagine a me?"

The power of memory suddenly activated, and the equally old and immortal alien god easily shared the memory brought by God's "omniscience". The history books of the years are full of history that can make Him blow up several blood pressure monitors, but it doesn't matter, "withering"

The power of the plant hungrily absorbs this knowledge and memory, like a plant stretching its roots underground in the desert, compiling records one after another at an unimaginable speed.

The angels use their powerful spirituality to force everyone to obey their precepts, just look in front of you, don't speak, don't listen to those words - creatures in the spiritual world will not reason with you, and only by isolating all interactions can you prevent being

They attack for various reasons.

"Unfortunately, I have already made a prediction."

There was no splash of blood, just a twisted corpse lying at his feet.

Then, the part of the data about the true Creator that was floating in the depths of the ocean of consciousness was retrieved by Him at high speed using His own name - God has no friendship with Him, but the True Creator is much more familiar - and then connected, almost already

being washed away, almost

Those memories that disappeared at the edge of the vast universe were gathered together again, numbered in categories, arranged in order, and shaped into human figures, just like writing a detailed biography of a character, and then the Decline King snapped the record.

Photographed inside the empty shell of a humanoid figure.

"Your imagination is very rich. Now I am connected to the source of matter."

The True Creator closed his eyes and nodded.

A Sequence 5 powerhouse whose performance progress is steadily improving. No matter which organization he is placed in, he is a middle-level and high-level person and can receive good treatment. What's more, "The Fool" holds the blasphemy card of this path. Alger feels that he is expected to promote it.

Open that door and get God

Sex, becoming a demigod, he no longer has to stay in the Church of Storms to hide himself cautiously and digest low-sequence potions over and over again - he just drank an extra serving of sequence 6. So, between the "hermit" and the "world"

Under his gaze, Alger nodded affirmatively:

Not only did they not speak, but the entire colony was quiet. The God of Death's spirituality was extremely active. The Raging Sea and the tributaries of the River of Eternal Darkness that he barely controlled all began to become restless. He has not left yet, and the people who were most affected were naturally.

Southern Continent.

"If I asked you to commit suicide now, would you do it?"

The true Creator resisted the urge to frown. He instinctively felt that something was wrong, something was wrong... But His will also told Him that this is right. You are God, and you should reasonably enjoy everything that a believer has, even if

It is to torture them, even if it means letting them die.

"I know."

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his heart, and a sharp pain in his head. A weird roar that he had never heard before appeared in his ears. He had never heard this sound before, but he subconsciously conceived it the moment he heard it.

A vague human form emerged.

The Bound God covered his ears, Barranca covered his mouth, and Richard closed his eyes.

He immediately stepped down from the altar and grabbed a priest. The priest showed a grateful smile.

The Outer God turned sideways, stretched out his hand, and covered the eyes of the true Creator.

Forgot something?

"Who are you?" the True Creator asked, but received no answer.

The priest answered respectfully: "In the morning, I pray to you and sing praises to you. At noon, I take the Holy Communion and then pray to you. After sunset, I have dinner. Some people need to work, but they must also keep your glory in mind when working. Do not

There is half a degree of slacking off.”

As a member of the Tarot Club, and with the arrangements made by the Beloved One "The World", Alger felt an indescribable sense of joy - he felt that he no longer had to worry about getting half the result with twice the effort, and he no longer had to worry about being with the Church of Storms.

He always looks at people's faces, and he doesn't have to worry about being robbed of his credit. He can only share a little bit of it. He may finally be able to accumulate credit normally and exchange it for future formulas normally!

"I can't stay here forever. There has to be an end."

The Declined King suddenly broke his arm. The arm was broken off along with his clothes and turned into a gray-white branch. He used the branch to pierce the heart of the true Creator. Then the heavy pressure of the source of matter hit, and the alien god descended.

The empty shell was immediately torn into pieces and restored to the most essential spirituality.

The True Creator frowned deeply, this is wrong, no, what is wrong with this? This is what believers should be like. Of course, believers of God should dedicate everything to God, dedicate everything to God, and this is how it should be, because I give

I gave them everything, and they should use everything to repay me... He was a little upset, and subconsciously pushed the other person away, but he didn't want to control his strength, and the priest flew out directly, hitting the huge cross statue at the back.

He hit his head immediately and suffered a bloody head.

This living person who was smiling a second ago turned into a corpse with a satisfied smile on his face in the blink of an eye.

Audrey's voice trembled slightly, and the sudden bombing appeared in her mind. No matter how much she restrained herself, her instinctive fear of death could not be completely erased by "pacification":

"Dear Mr. Fool, has the war finally spread to us?"

What is a human being?

Does what they claim to be important to me? Why should I remember, why should I feel that "human beings should be like this"? Shouldn't my followers be to me - sheep - or even germs?

He turned his head and saw the other people looking at the priest's body with envy, and saw the golden sun hanging in the sky.

who I am?

Under the warm sunshine, the true Creator's hair stood on end.

TBC

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Chapter completed!