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"disappointment."

Edward half-knelt on the edge of the cliff for a long time, and finally whispered unhappily: "I have read a lot of literary creations, but I still can't believe that human beings can indulge in beautiful dreams so easily. Human beings are too easy to get lost in the illusory world.

I lost myself in it.”

"This is in line with my understanding of human beings, but it does not conform to the impression that the True Creator gave me. That means there is only one answer. It is not that the True Creator was confused because of this dream, but because He was almost defeated before.

, that’s why I had this dream.”

"That was not an illusion spun by God...it was His own dream!"

If you take the end of the world as your ultimate goal, are you doomed to lose your way after the end of the world? If you lose your goal and your long-cherished wish, you will have the idea of ​​"no longer struggling, and willingly" letting yourself become God?

"It's so stupid." Edward sighed, "It's like a bad story. The first 99% of the content is seriously praising love, sacrifice and human beings, but the last ten chapters complete a world where humans are raised as domestic animals, and finally

Suddenly I gave up everything and prepared to die."

"What is the value of appreciating such a world? Anyway, there are already clues to the source of matter, so we might as well ignore it."

The Lord of Decay, who was enjoying the farce in the starry sky with great interest, asked curiously:

"You really don't care?"

"God himself said that he is the only one and does not need other personalities to create new directions, so I don't want to worry about it." The God of Decline said, "And I will definitely be able to establish contact with the source of the Western Continent within eighteen years. I

There is no need to stay in this place anymore. Go back, let me go back, God will not let the Lord of Mysteries be born, and my goal has been achieved."

"But you are the most outstanding writer now." The Lord of Withering said, "According to the agreement, you really have to help him. Although there is no contract to restrict our behavior. But don't you think it is a pity that he struggled like this until he went crazy?"

"The spiritual light panel is operating normally."

The dark goddess quietly withdrew from the battlefield, taking her silent sister with her.

Okay. He closed his eyes and lay next to his sister. Maybe it was an illusion.

Mother Heaven barely managed to maintain her brother's dream in the chaotic war situation. Reality is so cruel and painful, so go find comfort in dreams.

He carefully maintained a relatively safe distance from Leodro. This safe distance meant that "he would not be so close that the extraordinary ability to attack Leodro would affect him, nor would he be so far away that he would leave the protective range of thunder and knowledge."

"Within", anyway, he felt that no one really expected an ordinary king of angels to play any role in a divine war at the level of gods. If anyone thought that, it must be a bad idea.

In the chaotic and perfect dream of the true Creator, a new development was promoted under the guidance of the old days that symbolized possibility. Under the watchful eyes of the outer gods, the disaster had already been laid, and the true being was in a state of self-doubt.

The Creator suddenly felt a chill seep in. He raised his head and felt that there seemed to be some subtle differences somewhere in the world.

"Write a dystopian story?" Edward slowly turned to a new page and said slowly, "Okay... Just think of it as a test of creative ability with the God of the future. I have been unhappy with His cookie-cutter stories for a long time.

Already."

Edward's expression twisted horribly, and the words "None of my business" were stuck in his throat for a long time. He silently picked up a pen, took out a small notebook from his pocket, and wrote bits and pieces on it.

Write novel ideas, inspired sentences, doodles and bills.

"Hey, show off your uniqueness to me, but don't let me contaminate you."

And Amanysis also saw this light. For a moment, his mind flashed to those human sages who fled or looked for the future under the dark sky of the Third Age. The same was true for Hermes in the past. Human beings are not just slaves.

and food, survival and pursuit of truth are instinctive. Holding a light in the bottomless darkness, advancing through the barbaric years, using the light of truth and knowledge to attract countless people longing for the future, and flying in that era

Human beings, like moths drawn to a flame, overestimate their own capabilities, finally gathered together under the light of the sun god.

"Since you are a human being, then maybe I can barely understand what you have done to us."

The development of solar energy is not going well, and neither is wind energy. The prerequisite for the existence of these clean energy sources in the old era is the popularization of electric energy. Although the God of Steam and Machinery feels the powerful effect of electric energy, he cannot control the power of the Lord of Storms.

He started designing it right under his nose, so he simply went in the opposite direction and used the principles given to him by the true Creator to create a perfect spiritual recycling light board.

He patiently weaved a canopy that enveloped the Kingdom of Loen, and the long hidden veil shone with starlight. Under this starry sky, people praying can always get some peace of mind, and only at this moment,

Amanysis will then become a little calmer.

The edge of the sea of ​​chaos, Edward thought as he wrote.

According to the response of the true creator, the Hidden Sage is coming, and the original witch is coming to fish in troubled waters. Although these two gods cannot be counted in combat power, even just watching from the side is enough to give people psychological pressure. Now the combat power of both sides is really world-class.

Otherwise, should we pin our hope for a comeback on the God of Steam and Machinery?

"I simply can't imagine what it would be like now if you were the one who came here."

Don't think about the outside world for the time being, don't think about hatred and sadness for the time being, they may be able to continue like this.

Medici looked at the sky, with a hint of solemnity hidden in his frivolous expression.

Antigonus was very moved. He walked to his sister's side and lay down, but he still felt a little uneasy in his heart:

The two very similar daughters of the demon wolf have already merged during the struggle, but the Mother of Heaven refused to accept the name "Amanisis" or the identity of the slayer of the entire demon wolf clan. Therefore, their

The integration was not successful, it could even be said to be bad.

In the secret place, Antigonus frowned while sleeping.

It's just understanding.

There was a roar in the mind of the true Creator. He temporarily forgot about his self-doubt just now, and under the influence of memories that did not belong to him, he said angrily: "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun!"

Mother Heaven looked up at the sky. In the cloudy sky in the distance, a spark of fire wiped out the light in the darkness.

In the dream, the demon wolf, who was lying next to his sister and taking a nap in the sun, slowly opened his eyes. He sniffed the air suspiciously, as if he smelled a strange smell of blood from his sister's body.

He stood up and walked skillfully around his blood relative with eight legs, and did not see any scars on his sister's body.

Is this some kind of symbol? Antigonus tilted his head and thought.

"Well, let's omit the 5,000-word pillar fight here! That's about it for now."

How could there be no Heavenly Lord in a place with God? Heavenly Lord may be late, but he will not be absent. Now the real Creator who has the memory of God will not doubt it... This will make Him further feel that this world is indeed real... writes

It’s an old-fashioned deus ex machina plot, but the foreign god, whose face is not red and whose heart is not beating, continues to write, making up the plot lines in the dream.

"Sister, I always have a bad feeling."

This light reflected in the eyes of the Heavenly Mother reminded Him of the torches and lanterns held by those who made pilgrimages to the Honakis Mountains.

The joyful mood of the Lord of Withering was immediately conveyed: "Don't be like this, you and I belong to the same body, and you are also the god who chases possibilities. Otherwise, how could you always be persuaded by me? Give it a try, there will be no negative effects anyway.

."

For this goal, He trembled and walked on thin ice, not daring to make a wrong step.

"In short, Tianzun is here, this is reasonable."

…

Mother Tian was awakened by her younger brother's footsteps. She opened one eye and looked up at her younger brother walking around:

"It's such a beautiful sunshine, why don't you take a rest for a while?"

"Then next, let's stimulate the humanity and memory of the true Creator... If you want to defeat Tianzun, you must consume more than 90% of the human race in the world. Do you accept this development?"

It just so happens that Mother Heaven also feels that she does not have it.

It seems that the Mother Goddess of Earth will not take action again. She has already taken action for Herabergen just now, but it has no effect. If she acts again, it will easily attract the attention of a mother outside the sky, and the uniqueness of the "moon" she seeks is not there.

here.

He floated across the sky of the Kingdom of Loen like a cloud. Wherever he passed, whether they were followers of the Goddess of Night, the Lord of Storms, those who once believed in the God of Steam and Machinery and were now forced to convert, or those who believed in knowledge and

Humans who are the God of Wisdom can feel inner peace. As if lying on the grass and looking up at the stars in the sky, they can't help but become calm.

"Sleep, Antigonus."

"Although I can't explain why in this dream the Heavenly Lord was born when 'God captured the Origin Castle' and Klein became a believer in the Creator, it doesn't matter. It's not important. It's just eating books. Everyone will eat books, not to mention

I'm continuing to write."

"I really regret talking to you."

The God of Death and the God of War hate each other, but they have to pinch their noses and cooperate in order to express themselves in front of the omniscient and omnipotent one in the future. For the time being, no one cares about the Mother of Heaven with the nuclear bomb. After all, she has not become the eternal one.

The quality of darkness.

The God of Steam and Machinery did not agree, because when He was about to adopt this suggestion just now, he felt that his spiritual intuition was subtly touched.

"Answer: Lack of drawings and operating principles."

Antigonus still wanted to say something, but the warm afternoon sun made him feel comfortable all over, and his spirit unconsciously became at ease. He couldn't feel any nervousness at all, and just wanted to close his eyes comfortably.

Sleep for a few days and nights.

"..."

Edward gloated.

He thought about it for a few seconds, then started writing.

Klein became a believer in the Creator. There are so many personal references to this sentence that Edward took one more look at the devout Klein in the dream and then thought about the old East that "praised the night, praised steam, praised fools, praised the true Creator"

People will want to laugh.

The Conqueror did not change his taunting nature, but calmly picked his enemies in the melee - it was embarrassing, although Medici would not feel embarrassed, but his current Sequence One strength is really not enough, and maybe not as good as

The God of Steam and Machinery descended from Bonova. This was the first thing that annoyed the God of War. The second annoying thing was that he learned that the original witch was approaching, but he had no effective means of interference. Could it be that
To be continued...