Chapter 372 Price

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Edward almost laughed out loud after hearing this.

Friend, your believers are experiencing a great flood. Your follower will be killed soon. Your angel's life is in danger. The answer is to be found in three ways. Now it is too late to repair Noah's Ark. In the end, do you care the most about the belief of that kid Klein?

Very well, He thought, it fits my stereotype of God, and your relationship is really bad enough.

From the fact that God, believers and angels are both renewable resources. If you really like it, just imagine a person who comes out to take it with you. But the Tianzun’s backhand is hard to come by, and this kid is just under God’s nose. From that dream, you can already see how interested He is.

It also specifically emphasized that it is a "pious" believer!

What's worse is that the real Creator has indeed had the idea of ​​making Klein his own believer. Whether it is true faith or a way to behave, as long as the real Creator succeeds, becoming a believer in the Creator is a benefit and harmless thing. He once had this idea, and this idea is in line with God's little obsession, which is probably a rare thing for both of them to agree.

He coughed, trying his best to keep his expression unchanged:

"What makes you hesitate?"

It is such a good thing to make the resurrection of the mortal enemy turn into my believer to nail the coffin board for him! So in the face of such a great temptation, what made God not immediately get up and rush into Beckland to press Klein's head into the holy water to wash it? The life experience of the real Creator does indeed have such a little effect. He is actually thinking, hesitating - what is hesitating?

The black-haired stickman did not answer, and the words on the book disappeared line by line.

It took about a full minute before God's answer appeared again:

"expect."

expect?

What does God expect from the God of Heavenly Lord’s backhand? It seems that you really add some extra emotions to God, the real Creator.

Edward looked at the word in the book and felt that things became interesting for the first time. The real Creator incorporated himself into God's life and became part of Him. God knew and acquiesced. The real Creator added some of his emotions and the most intense personal feelings, and God also knew, and it seemed that he had not strongly resisted. It seems that God's backers, as long as they do not speak out "I want to replace you", but obediently "integrate with God", can gain some tolerance and leave a trace of themselves.

Poorly tolerant!

I always feel that God doesn't care about the life or death of people outside, so Edward doesn't care.

“What are you looking forward to?”

——The implication is that what consensus has the true Creator’s will reached with you? Is there any consensus beyond “let Klein be his believer live a good life”?

After writing this sentence, Edward thought about it and filled in the phrase "Is it you here" in front of it. God is tolerant and equal in a sense. He can answer questions and answers all questions and answers, provided that you must be pious and serious and polite enough.

The black stickman's circle eyes were shifted for a moment, as if he was staring at the cement-poured zenith of the institute. After a while, a passage gradually appeared on the notebook.

"I am looking forward to him, looking forward to him voluntarily giving up to become the successor of the Heavenly Lord, looking forward to him giving up his responsibilities and self, bowing to salvation, and becoming my believer for the happiness of the sheltered Lamb."

"I'm also looking forward to what posture he will fight with the other little devils and finally they will die together."

Your idea is quite strange... The former can be used to mock the Tianzun to the end of the universe, and what is the latter for? Do you feel happy to see the Tianzun’s heir being defeated? Or is it that God is just watching the extraordinary cricket fighting and find it very interesting?

Oh... In this way, judging from the frequent jihads that believers start, even if they have no result, frequent expeditions, endless wars of faith, and countless blood debts committed in the name of God, God does have the characteristics of loving cricket fighting, and seems to like their believers to do something because of so-called piety and "God's favor", such as launching a war between petri dishes.

Edward held his cheek and recalled that in the Old Testament, who was more like a high-dimensional creature in a casual way than the so-called God, and asked:

"Why not kill them all directly?"

God's black hollow circles changed into another position and returned to their original position. Immediately afterwards, many simple abstract characters began to appear in the blank space on Edward's notebook, including the demon wolf who dozed off with his eyes closed, Klein wearing a top hat, Amon wearing a monocle on his face, an old white-bearded man wearing a hood, and even an equally old but stranger.

Who is this? Edward looked at the man more, but still couldn't recognize him.

Then these small avatars of characters gather towards a central point, gathered into a vortex, and turned into a smiling mask.

When it comes to his own mortal enemy, God's words are a little more: "The chain reaction of the pillar is still eighteen years before the barrier disappears completely. If I rashly leave the Chaos Sea, the consciousness of Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun will wake up to compete with me at the first time, and wake up directly on the Source Castle in the demon wolf named Antigonus or Amon. Before I take action, He will turn all the sequences 0 and creatures on the earth into secret puppets, snatch my lamb like before, and cause trouble for the world I created."

"Oh." Edward said, "Do you think that slapping them all to death will stimulate the Heavenly Lord to wake up directly?"

The black-haired stickman didn't answer.

"Will they beat their heads and die together? Is it your prophecy?"

God still has no answer.

This prediction is quite perfunctory, but the probability of realization is quite high.

"When I think about it carefully, I think Zarathu and Antigonus have become respectable. To the creatures on earth, becoming a god means erasing themselves. Antigonus needs strength to take revenge. It is incredible that Zarathu and Amon worked so hard to fight for a chance to commit suicide, or to a chance to turn others into toys instead of themselves into toys."

"Don't you count the door in?"

"no need."

The "door" Mr. Bethel Abraham was controlled by the fallen mother god and had been deeply polluted. Unless there was no choice, the heavenly priest would give up Him directly and not resurrect in this unlucky angel king, so the fallen mother god would be able to control Him for so long.

Judging from the "Don't save me", Bethel also has a strong idea of ​​giving up himself. If he has the opportunity to completely die and get rid of the control of the fallen Mother Goddess, He may be willing to die happily.

In this case, there is no need to treat Him as one of the competitors.

Just look at it as a potion of the true god as a "door" path.

"Mr. Men seems to be compatible with the 'wrong' ritual of becoming a god? Amon can steal it directly and become a two-way true god in one fell swoop..."

Edward thought of the details and couldn't help but touch his chin and began to think:

"Maybe George III is the same? Or maybe Adam simply wanted to add a god to the earth. In terms of time, George III's ritual of becoming a god can also be stolen, but under the premise that Mr. Gate can steal, there is no need to do so unless it is absolutely necessary."

After all, George III was probably the new Black Emperor facilitated by Adam. Although it can also be regarded as a "necessary sacrifice", the premise must be that the sacrifice of the future Black Emperor can get more benefits than a true god.

"Another, do you want Intis?" The prayers in your ears became more and more chaotic, and the emotions became more and more crazy. Edward couldn't help but try to explore again how much real Creator content is left in God now. "If this continues, Leodro will be unified in the Northern Continent. Are you planning to turn your Intis into the underground seal room of the Storm Church just two months after it was reorganized and established?

The dark-haired villain looked at the sky without saying a word.

"If my idea was to protect the earth and favor the humans on the earth, then I wouldn't care about a country, and vice versa."

"If my idea was to curb the Heavenly Lord and temporarily ignore those small candidates as reptiles, I would not act now."

The memory of the real Creator is useful, but not entirely useful. He is willing to self-destruct and merge with God, but it also depends on God's mood - God did not worry about whether the "I" in his words refers to the memory of the real Creator or himself, but just said calmly:

"Demon, you should be able to understand that my kindness is not infinite, and my tolerance is by no means without a price."

He is well aware of the demands and desires of the true Creator.

He recognized the experiences and memories of the real Creator, after all, this is "His", but it does not mean that He will fully accept His thoughts.

What the real Creator wants to protect is human beings and hopes to give humanity some more favor, God allows it;

The real Creator hopes that Crane will not be targeted by God because of her identity and source castle. He hopes that Crane can continue to live, and God allows it.

Edward turned his pen and thought absent-mindedly of the last sentence of the real Creator:

"Come and stop me."

This sentence does not mean that Klein prevents God from resurrection. He is already in the sea of ​​chaos. Moreover, even the Heavenly Lord cannot fix God in a certain personality or memory, God cannot do it either, otherwise they should have made a result or shake hands and make peace.

What the real Creator wants to express is actually that he hopes that Klein can stop "God" and prevent God from once again creating a "perfect" world that is exactly the same as in the dream, perfect to have a world that is the same as in humans.

——God does not allow this matter. Now it is just that I am still in fusion and there is no action.

"I certainly know that you love humans, but you let them live naked in the Garden of Eden. You planted apple trees that are sharp-eyed and eye-catching in the middle of the garden, but you were angry at the snake that loves pranks and deceptions to tempt humans to pick fruits."

Leodro's rule over the Northern Continent does not mean that the world will destroy humanity and perish, right?

Edward turned his pen in a bored manner, saying some words that Amon racked his brains and couldn't understand. Eden is the stronghold of the Psychological Alchemy, where only animal-shaped desires exist. Why do you say that God allows humans to live in it? There are no apple trees there, no naked humans, and no snakes that seduce humans. What is the devil saying?—"You are omniscient and omnipotent, but you are very conflicted. You seem to be expecting humans to do something rebellious, but you don't allow them to rebel too much. Almighty, you are like a parent who is not very successful. Can I say that?"

"Your judgment has no logic, and you are not qualified to evaluate me." The black-haired stickman replied in a calm tone.

"Okay, of course I know that I don't have the power of you, my instincts, and of course I can't evaluate you. I'm just a weak passerby, so just pretend I didn't say anything."

Edward also followed the steps down, and He turned the page with the stickman painting over and paused on the new page:

"I asked you one last time, you really don't intend to stop Leodro and protect Intis at all, right? After all, you are your believer. If you don't want to care, then I won't care."

God did not feel impatient in the repeated questions, but just repeated a sentence meaningfully:

“There won’t be anything wrong with Medic.”

...

Leodro raised one hand plainly and disdainfully.

The astral realm was shaken, clouds rolled, and the fury thunder brewed above the God of Steam and Machinery. The surrounding magnetic field suddenly became violent and distorted. The light of the analytical structure of the God of Steam and Machinery was also distorted, almost sweeping across the earth of Intis.

After the silver-white barrier, the water level of the sea dropped rapidly. In just a few breaths, it left the Hornaches Mountains and returned to where the sea was supposed to be. But the sea water did not disappear out of thin air, and there was no tsunami in other places. They were just transported and moved into the sky - the mechanism at the neck of the God of Steam and Machinery turned, and He saw that the aura that seemed to destroy everything quickly turned from virtual to real, and in the darker clouds above Intis, a terrifying sound of water came.

The momentum of the angels of the sun was suppressed again and again, from the small sun to the gas street lamp. The tyrants from adjacent channels made them feel irresistible fear, and the gods they believed in have not received a response to this fear so far.

The circuit suddenly disconnected for some reason, and the new electric lights went out one by one, and the whole country was dark. The tyrant's deterrence was heavy on everyone's head, in everyone's heart, and pressed on their throats that they could use to scream. Even the babies no longer dared to cry loudly, but shrank in their parents' arms and shivered, fostering the most desperate fear in the extreme silence.

The Cathedral of Light also became dark and unclear. Ms. D had already left the platform. But at this moment, even escaping seemed to have become something that required great courage. Including her, the priests stood there stiffly like stone sculptures, looking at each other.

It seems that nothing needs to be done, just waiting for death to come.

"Did the Lord still not respond to us?" She felt incredible! The real Creator was able to gain the most religious believers in the extraordinary world because of the uninterrupted and passionate whispers!

The pious and older priest looked at his juniors and shook his head silently.

Mr. A grew out of nowhere and no one could speak, he squeezed out a sentence from his teeth:

"Maybe we did something wrong."

The God-Empress who was so devout that he could directly ignore his brain said seriously: "The Lord abandoned us must be because we did something wrong. Perhaps He went to the sanctuary and had found His true elect, and now he no longer needed us sinners."

Irena was silent for a moment and asked, “What is our sin?”

Mr. A shook his head.
To be continued...