44~The Calm Months (Part 1)
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Chaos Church, the time of its establishment is unknown, according to research, this mysterious organization has existed as early as the first era.
Due to the extremely low profile of the organization, it has not received much attention from the forces, and a large number of materials and secrets within the church have been preserved from ancient times to the present. However, these documents are not authorized by ordinary church members to view, and the rank must be Must be more than a sacrifice.
As the helm of the contemporary Chaos Church and the general manager of the church documents, he has never found any clues about the founder of the Chaos Church in these relatively scattered collections of ancient texts. It can be said that the founder of this church is a mystery. Existence, any information about him cleverly evades his relevant information.
"Heh, you don't want to tell me the truth now?" The bird-faced man who was about to be sucked into the chéng rén fell to his seat, leaning on the iron prison and said miserably.
"I don't have the bad taste to deceive a poor bastard who is not far from death." Ke'er put her arms around her. "Otherwise, where do you think the seeds of the Devouring Seeds came from? Of course, I brought them back from the blackness of the extreme and the whiteness of the innocent. The fact that the seeds appear out of thin air in the arena is a strange theory in itself."
"You, you really didn't lie to me?..." The bird-faced man grabbed the iron prison and looked at the horned demon outside.
"It's said that I don't have to lie to a poor bastard who is about to die. Besides... we are more or less comrades who are a bit jiāo. To be honest, I am very grateful to you for forming this perfect situation today."
"Perfect, situation?..." The bird-faced man smiled wryly in a hoarse voice. He didn't know what Kerr meant by the perfect situation, but assuming she was really the founder of the Chaos Church, everything made sense. .
As the founder, I deleted unnecessary documents from the leftover documents, leaving only what I wanted to leave and part of the truth, and guided all subsequent participants to become instrumental people to achieve her goals, one after another.
It turns out that he is just a chess piece, but he pretends to be a chess player without knowing it.
"Are you really the founder?" The bird-faced man murmured as if to himself. "The Church of Chaos was founded in the first era, the first era, how could the mortal species survive for four eras??"
"This question, are you sure you want to know?"
"At such a time, naturally I don't want to leave a trace of regret." The bird-faced man said weakly. "I have planned for a thousand years to achieve the divine mansion, and I have used thousands of people for this purpose. In the end, I am just someone else's pawn... It would be a lie to say that I will not be reconciled, but these are all self-inflicted, and my skills are inferior to others. Not the kind of person who can't afford to play, but please give me the truth if you can."
"Okay, then I'll tell you another secret." Ke'er cleared her throat, and suddenly, her voice sounded like that of an old woman in sixties. "Little Mogg, how are you doing? Stay safe."
"You!" The bird-faced man almost stood up straight from the ground.
Although the tone of voice has changed, this tone is too familiar. In this world, there is only one person who knows his name, and that is the helm of the past generation of Chaos Church that has passed away.
"Since when did you guide me to the idea of becoming a god?" The bird-faced man lay in the iron prison, completely defeated.
"To be honest, even if you gave me so many hints, I still don't know what your ultimate goal is." The bird-faced man sighed, claiming to be a wise man, and his life that has been active for more than a thousand years is coming to an end. , Although he regrets it, it is more of a relief. "Sure enough, I'm too stupid, teacher."
"That's not the case. My purpose, which ordinary people can't think of, is normal."
"Ordinary people..." The bird-faced man laughed dryly. "So, in your eyes, am I in the category of ordinary people? This is simply the most derogatory term in the world."
Kerr was silent for a moment. "My purpose is simpler than you think, that is..."
When she was about to speak, the sound of the huge mechanical operation stopped, and the bird-faced man lying in it calmed down.
"This time, it's just as hard for you." Ke'er closed her eyes and prayed. When she opened her eyes, the tall giant was still standing here, but it gave people a very extraordinary feeling, as if he In the deep sleep, he opened his eyes as if he did not move, but it was completely different from the feeling just now.
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