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"I have to say, Your Excellency."

After a few short sentences of exchange, I saw that the powerful spiritual creature who seemed to be hostile finally chose to leave. The dark saint who had been hiding in the shadows and silently recovered could not help but speak: "After you, you will really feel a strong sense of security."

"Who said no?"

"But, who is that?"

The hunter shook his head: "The Rose School of Temperance... I don't know it, but I remember it now. Since He is hostile to Richard, he must be the opponent of that guy. Looking at his appearance and clothes, he should be the Highland King girl who died a few years ago, and the 'Binded God' who existed since the founding of the Highland Kingdom."

"I wouldn't be surprised if He went to fight Richard. But judging from his current appearance, he wasn't very strong."

"The overall strength should be around Sequence 3. Although it can use high sequence abilities, it is actually not strong... Just like the Red Angel, and the Red Angel has the strength to be close to the Angel after so long, and Renette Tinicol should be even weaker."

"…You mean the respected Red Angel?"

"Um."

Trainer muttered a few words and grabbed the cigarette in his hand. Then he naturally opened the newspaper in his hand and casually looked at the news of the morning today. Then he looked at the notice board in the downtown area of ​​the city and the notice board outside the church, and saw a brand new refuge notice that had just been posted this morning, citing a large-scale military activity requiring all residents to take refuge as much as possible.

Trainer felt the breath of the law on it, which was an order for everyone, a request, not a simple notice. Therefore, even in this case, no one fled, but obediently chose to take refuge.

"Because it only emphasizes refuge, so it can't escape?"

The hunter thought about it and stopped leaving. He simply found a street bench to sit down: "Then I'll wait here."

His bold and free look made the Dark Saint dumbfounded. He had a little guess about the identity of this Saint with a distinctive personality and personality. So he coughed lightly, grew out of the shadow under the bench, stood at the armrest, and asked respectfully:

"Your Highness..."

"If you have something to say, don't call me that. I have no intention of becoming a complete mythical creature to extend my boring life span for thousands of years. The Red Angel is right. I am just an idiot who is on the battlefield and still wants to have a good end." Trainer's eyes were still looking at the newspaper in his hand, turning over the internal property disputes of the rich family, turning over the big and small strange news, and then staying on the side of the stock market, and reading it intently for several minutes.

Oh. The Dark Saint changed his words: "The Beckland stronghold has been damaged. I have not completed the Lord's orders. When can I repent myself?"

"If you want to go to Intis, I'm afraid this period won't work."

After reading the stock changes, Trainer turned back and came to the daily life chapter used to make up words in the Beckland Daily. There were recipes, filming of theaters in different districts in Beckland, and some activities. I took a few casual glances to pass the time.

"Intis is being attacked, and you will probably melt in a blink of an eye when you go."

Ksma, who had the memory of being surrounded and suppressed, paused for a moment, and showed an angry look on her face: "These evil gods are still like this. They dare not face the glory of the Lord. They will only bully the weak and fear the strong at this time... So what is the situation now?"

"Is the situation important to you? You can't participate and you can't change it. Just sit here."

Trainer didn't move, and he was still sitting on the bench reading the newspaper:

"Just wait here. Anyway, as long as your life is not over, the Savior will appear. If God really intends to destroy the world, we can't escape. If Intis is really submerged, we can't do anything."

"But……"

He said casually, and after reading the name of the drama with interest, and after reading the notes and recipes of the newspapers in the sidebar, he looked up at the Dark Saint standing on the side, "If you want to move, go by yourself, I won't follow you. I don't think you have to worry about getting three thousand gold pounds. If Intis is destroyed, you will be killed on the spot and you don't need to think about money."

Hearing his answer, the Dark Saint didn't speak for a long time.

On the one hand, his heart was filled with impeachment words for the hunter, but on the other hand, he was strangely convinced.

“By the way.”

Trainer still looked like he was not interested in anything, but suddenly asked, "Is my father still there?"

"The Lord issued an oracle that the two great beings would go to the sanctuary together."

"Go to the Sanctuary?" Trainer muttered this sentence in a low voice, and then recalled all the things related to the Sanctuary in his mind, "—Oh, it's a land of abandonment from God, and this trip plan will actually come true one day."

He had heard of the land of God's abandonment. When his father was young, he seemed to always be thinking about it, and would often appear similar content in the myths before bedtime. However, He never collected relevant information like a secret organization, saying that the land of God's abandonment was attracting Him and was a place where He must go. He seemed to just want to go where he wanted to go and know what it was like. A world map in his home was indeed marked with a rough outline of a "extra" continent. He had peeked at it when he was a child, and he pretended to be very interested in it in order to say a few more words to his father, but because he was not really interested, the answer had long been forgotten.

Trainer suddenly felt that it was a bit fun. Logically speaking, the "cooperation" between his father and the real creator was something that began at the beginning of this era. Unexpectedly, His speculation about the land of God's abandonment and the "New World" was not something he said, but he really set out now.

"I saw it when He was in Intis before."

"If it were before, He seemed to have taken the initiative to talk to me to show a little emotion, but now He is not. Is he showing 'respect' to his grown children now? Or simply disregarding me?"

The Dark Saint left, but he still didn't want to wait here, not knowing where to go. Trainer was still on the bench, holding the newspaper he had read under the dark and street lights without turning on the street lights, and there was no plan for the next step.

"I always feel like He has changed a human being... Can the character and performance of mythical creatures be changed at will? He has become so talkative now that I don't know what to say to Him."

Trainer walked for a while and he enjoyed the quiet time alone, even the link to his soul was turned off. But he couldn't enjoy it for long, because a thunder ripped open the sky, as if it had shaken the entire earth a few times.

...

"What did I say before? If you don't want to make things strange, you should recycle the Lord of the Storm before coming to the East Continent." Edward sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff of Chaos Sea, and said to a stickman on his notebook, "Look at what it's like outside now. Are you planning to split the sea in Noah's Ark or Moses?"

He looked at the stickman with a frown and still holding a cross in his hand. After thinking for a few seconds, the pencil in his hand turned into a golden watercolor pen. Edward used the watercolor pen to add a head of blonde hair to the little stickman's head.

However, as soon as He finished drawing each stroke, the little stickman's blonde hair began to fade and turn black. When Edward finished drawing, the little stickman holding the cross in his hand did not grow blond, but had deep-rooted black hair.

"Well, I already feel your attachment to your own image."

His eyebrows moved slightly, not much surprise at the supernatural events that occurred in his writing.

The golden hair belongs to the real Creator, while the black hair belongs to God. The omniscient and omnipotent authority plus the black hair color, Edward always thinks of mixing all colors together and finally black to reflect. Drawing a villain holding a cross on the sea of ​​chaos and talking to the sea of ​​chaos will naturally be anchored to God. The little stickman's eyes are not colored, but just two empty black circles. It is not His turn to color the eyes, and He cannot take the initiative to bear this level of mystical connection.

Amon clone squatted in the distance, sometimes looking at the Chaos Sea, sometimes looking at the Devil, pinching his eyes, and not talking.

"I know you have omniscience, but now it's too boring, I'll gossip with you."

The golden watercolor pen turned into a pencil for sketching. Edward used the end of the eraser to knock on the small hard-skinned notebook on his hand and said to himself: "The God of Death is about to be killed by the God of War. If the God of War wins, the next one should kill the mother of the sky, or exchange it with other chips. Do you think Leodro will sit by and watch the birth of a new dual-path true god?"

The sea of ​​chaos flowed gently, without answering.

"I think Leodro may not care. His purpose is to target everything the Creator has. The God of War has nothing to do with Him."

"However, Leodro needs to be wary of the 'half fool' in the hands of Mother of Heaven. From this perspective, He has a great possibility to stop the struggle between the God of Death and the God of War, prevent the God of War from losing control, and forcibly kill the God of Night, who is the only King of Angels."

"Oh, by the way."

Edward touched his chin, turned the notebook forward a few pages, and asked as he looked at the line of underlined words:

"Do you still need to stop Mother Tian from reading the memory fragments of the content of the 'relevant transactions with Adam'? With the current degree of integration between the two of them, it is impossible for them to have any privacy for each other."

"But this secret can be covered for a long time. Now the God of War and Lilith are completely on the same front. Even if this information is given, it will probably be useless. After all, the giant prince is actually so selfish that he can kill all his relatives for himself."

The Earth God and the God of War are equal in terms of the identity of the gods, because if a kinship is revealed, it is very likely that the church and believers of the two will also have superior and subordinate relationships. Although the two gods are ally, the Earth God of War is still a cult in the Fsac Empire, and dying is a cult that is better treated. The Fsac Empire only recognizes the legitimacy of the God of War, so in Fenépotria, they do not recognize the belief of the God of War. The gods all know their mother-son relationship, which does make God laugh at.

From this perspective, the god of war, Bad Hale, is really a completely egoist.

The gods are all egoists, but against the backdrop of several other groups of gods' allies, He is really a bit unbearable and petty.

The little stickman with black hair on the cross was motionless.

"...I'm convinced, why should I talk to you here? I'm really idle. The whole world is in your mind, and you omniscient and omnipotent guy don't have to think about anything at all." Edward covered his face with both hands and sighed deeply, "Although they are all lambs, Intis should be different for you, right? If you think you are still you, you have to give them some special favor."

The black-haired villain still remained motionless.

His reaction was so dull that Edward felt that the real Creator might have been wiped out, but God did not come out of the sea of ​​chaos. His current state was so strange that it was indescribable.

Amon was curious about what Edward was talking to, so he came over with courage, tempted on the edge of danger, and stretched his neck to look at the little stickman on his laptop. The stickman's empty irregular black circle eyes suddenly turned over, scaring him to take a step back.

"Okay. Now the God of Steam and Machinery is going to die."

"Your Intis is almost done. Are you still planning to continue to accumulate energy in the Chaos Sea?"

Edward said again.

"Your expectations of Him have failed, but He is still not strong enough. The consequence of occupying this position but not being able to do so is death."

"Are you going to give up even the angels of war this time? It's so cruel. If Medic follows you for three epochs and does not betray you, but you will be abandoned twice by you, you will be too bad for your most expensive sheepdog."

The black-haired villain still remained motionless.

But the two black circle eyes slowly returned to their original positions, and a few lines of small words gradually appeared next to them.

“Medici won’t die.”

"I'm just thinking."

"Would you baptize Crane Moretti?"

TBC

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Chapter completed!