Chapter 114 Nothing New
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"His soul is gone."
"Whose hands did it go to? I can't see clearly. Is it the goddess of the night?"
"He is not the only backup. Everyone in the cocoon is Tianzun's backup. If he dies, when will the next one come?"
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Edward returned home in a good mood. It was already dark just after seven o'clock, and Amon was tinkering with something in the kitchen.
The owl, which was dozing with one eye closed, faithfully relayed what it saw to the devil. He saw that in the half hour after he went out, Amon made "steamed chicken legs in a steamer", "Wrap strawberry chocolate-flavored pork and cabbage dumplings", "Put the prepared bread dough in the microwave", "Put the rice cakes in the oven" and other unreasonable behaviors, and try to blaspheme both Eastern and Western food cultures through these behaviors Make yourself an edible dinner... Where did the microwave come from?
After being scratched by the outer god's eyes, Amon took out a sealed item of the storm path from the simple microwave oven:
“I read the Appliance Manufacturing Guide.”
"Then I discovered that the essence of 'microwaves' and 'electromagnetic waves' are finely controlled electric currents, so I gave it a try."
Under the watchful eyes of his four eyes, he took out the bread dough from the bowl and saw that the severely unevenly heated bread was half wet and half dry. It also had too many bubbles and not enough temperature to form a bad sponge-like structure, like yellow bacteria. Climb up the wall of the bowl. Edward frowned at this overly creative bread shape, but Amon was very interested in putting the sealed object and bread dough back into the simple microwave oven to continue heating.
This device is so simple that it doesn’t even have a temperature and time control panel, let alone sophisticated circuits and electronic components. And Amon doesn’t know a certain rule of thumb for the safe use of microwave ovens. The bread dough is held in a glass bowl... Ten seconds later, an expected explosion sounded, glass particles flew around, and the owl covered its face with its wings.
The servants appeared consciously and began to clean up the messy wreckage. Amon, who had his head permed, looked at the broken glass pieces and the steaming bread dough all over the ground, picked up the sealed object, pinched his eye sockets, and his mouth was hard. He laughed and said: "Interesting, interesting, the old civilization was so terrifying."
After cleaning up everything, Amon came to the table with his own food trial product, picked up a black, still liquefying strawberry chocolate skin pork and cabbage dumpling with his hands, and put it in with Edward's (-) expression. in the mouth. Amon chewed it, then stole his taste and gave it to a random servant. The unfortunate devil retched on the spot.
He said nonchalantly: "Can humans who didn't even have extraordinary abilities in the past be able to develop such a magical thing?"
"...No, no one invented this thing. It was just a random idea when you were bored and wasted ingredients."
"I mean the microwave oven." Amon used a fork to poke at the rice cake that was baked hard in the oven. The fork couldn't penetrate, so Amon cut it open with a knife. The rice cake made a sound like a brick after being sawed by a chainsaw. sound.
Both those who could cook and those who couldn't were silent.
"I actually just wanted to try electrical appliances from the old days."
Amon spread his hands and said innocently and helplessly: "I didn't expect that the most popular thing in that era was the ability of the storm path. Various electrical, electromagnetic waves, electrical signals, networks... In the beginning, who thought of it? To harness the power of thunder and lightning? Isn’t that purely natural?”
"Thunder and lightning have been considered the wrath of the gods since ancient times."
Edward replied: "But some scientists invented storage batteries and used electrical energy to do some experiments. Later, a brave man wanted to confirm whether these electrons as energy sources were the same thing as the thunder and lightning in the sky. So he went on a thunderstorm day , flew a metal kite into the sky, trying to guide the thunder and lightning into the storage battery."
"He wasn't hacked, no, he wasn't electrocuted?"
"No. He survived before reaching the threshold, which proves that thunder and lightning are not the wrath of gods at all, but just a natural phenomenon."
"In addition, he later continued to campaign for the independence of the colony where he was born, so someone said of him: 'He obtained thunder and lightning from the sky, and obtained civil rights from the tyrant.'" Edward thought of the situation in the southern continent and the sea, Smiling slightly sarcastically, "If he still wants to do this now, please go to the dungeon of the Church of Storms."
After hearing the story, Amon felt a little regretful: "But the thunder and lightning now is indeed the wrath of God."
"Yes." The devil didn't take it seriously, "So these are reasonable, correct, and natural."
"Because God exists, it is not surprising that the country and royal family supported by God lasted for thousands of years. Because God exists, electricity, wind, and solar power are not even imaginable. Who dares to let the power of gods be used for themselves? Only It can be replaced by gas, steam and machinery."
The servant brought a cup of coffee and placed it respectfully in front of the devil. His expression was neither sad nor happy, revealing a sense of indifference and alienation, but also a bit regretful that iron could not become steel: "There is also the so-called sacrifice...forget it, this is a bit irrelevant. In short, all this is powerless and unchangeable. What is correct and reasonable is too natural, so there is no need to change it. It is precisely because people think so, gods think so, and all people think so, that’s why I feel that human civilization has ended long ago, and what is happening now is disgusting Trash."
"I feel like I can understand your decision point."
"But why do you judge the world today by the human and social norms of the past, rather than letting it develop as it has?"
"Because there is no natural progression in this world."
The Outer God said: "When extraordinary creatures are born and humans are still weak, humans no longer have the ability to become the masters of the world again. According to complete estimates, after the chaos of the first era, a small number of people with sanity The ancient gods will gradually build their own civilization, and will also stop at a certain stage because their power solidifies classes. The civilizations of giants, dragons, elves and phoenixes will compete with each other. This process will last for a long, long time, and humans will serve as livestock The characters are like chickens, ducks, cows and sheep.”
Amon thought of dinosaurs for no reason. According to the Encyclopedia of the Old Age, chickens, ducks, and birds are basically degenerates from dinosaurs. The master who once dominated the world has become a meal on the plate. Is the ancient sun god sweeping everything, equivalent to a resurrected dinosaur god? He wiped out the civilization of humans and other races and allowed birds to reoccupy the world?
"Then, some outstanding humans will be selected as managers of other domestic animals, and then there will be resistance and the rise of the human race. This period will be about 10,000 years later. Human beings will rely on the most advantageous part of themselves. ——Thinking ability slowly gains advantages. In the end, they may fight against extraordinary creatures, they may be completely destroyed, or they may return to their status as the primates of all things. In short, they have fought with their own strength and gained a certain degree of success. victory."
"So you actually have a problem with my father." Amon analyzed rationally and thought seriously, "His arrival changed everything."
"Maybe. I do want to witness the natural development. Although I don't agree with it a little, I admit the achievements and greatness of the ancient sun god." God said, "He forcibly reversed the development of civilization to another path, and on this path, the old The Japanese civilization cannot be reproduced, and the extraordinary civilization created by the human group that I was waiting for has been completely cut off. If the God who claims to protect mankind and the world needs humans to sacrifice for Him, then let this world die."
Amon ate rice cakes that tasted like chewing bricks, and asked vaguely: "Has the matter of the heir to Sefirah Castle been resolved?"
The devil nodded, slightly absent-minded.
"I know you must have taken the opportunity to sense the aura of Origin Castle." The Outer God glanced at Amon flatly, and Amon felt like he was being stared at by empty light cyan eyes again, "If you really did that, It’s not me that you should be wary of, but your own body.”
"Because you decided to go back over there."
"...Yes. Only by returning there can I feel more clearly what 'I' really am."
One of the clones of a born mythical creature smiled nonchalantly, but his expression was not relaxed enough: "I hope to gain your favor."
"The incident with the Beria family inspired me, so I hope you can give me your blessing to prevent them from discovering my abnormality."
The outside god slowly stirred the coffee with a spoon decorated with gold, added two spoons of milk and a cube of sugar, and stirred the mixture into a wonderful vortex. He did not pick up the cup, but the liquid level in it dropped bit by bit, revealing the patterns in the cup. He said coldly:
"It's a huge cost."
“I can work hard to pay for it.”
"What I want is not the present or the past. I want you to pay for your future." The Decline King said, "I can give you a blessing. In exchange, you let me see the future where the possibility is reached."
Possibility, in the final analysis, is just a "possibility", the one with greater possibility of realization among thousands of future branches, similar to destiny, but completely different. The "most likely outcome" does not equal the "real future". A flickering fire may be extinguished at any time and is easily affected by various natural and man-made disasters. The half body of the spirit walking on the ground is not good at the authority of another self, so it can only vaguely perceive it.
"I feel now that the price I can pay with money and material things is very cheap." Amon's face looked ugly, but not completely ugly. He asked, "Why are you not obsessed with money this time?"
"Obsessed about money? So that's how you see me."
The outer god asked back: "Why don't you think that using some metal sheets and paper to make the angels work hard without complaint is very worthwhile?"
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The next morning, at nine ten o'clock, Mrs. Summer Starling walked out of the house, followed by the servants who packed and transported furniture and luggage.
The carriage was busy, and the young, beautiful and show-off lady held her head high, her slender neck like a swan, trying her best to stand elegantly and eye-catching, showing off her beauty generously. She turned her head slightly and looked in the direction of her tenant, and saw that a brand new newspaper of today was stuffed into the mailbox at Mr. Sherlock's door, which had not yet been taken out, and a "Master is not here" hanging on the wooden door. brand.
Mr. Moriarty left home very early... She raised her chin slightly, withdrew her gaze without thinking too much, and began to order the servants.
Southwest of Backlund, Faye Manor.
The demon servants responsible for maintaining the manor have finished their work and been sent back to Edward Vaughn. The members of the Aurora Order skillfully acted as coachmen, servants, gardeners, maids and noble families, taking over the vast manor with an annual rent of 70,000 pounds.
Only some people were accidentally injured at the beginning of exploring this huge sealed object house. Now the members of the Aurora Society have successfully understood the structure of this manor and various secret passages and secret rooms.
Medici stood in front of the glass door at the entrance of the garden, took two deep breaths, and felt nervous and frightened like never before.
He was irritated and suddenly stretched out his hand to rub Amon's hair. Amon was distracted and did not avoid the sneak attack from the red angel. A tuft of black hair on his head suddenly stood up. As soon as the Red Angel succeeded in the blow, he immediately laughed and dodged to distance himself. Amon was furious, but he didn't want to get angry, so he hooked his finger and stole Medici's sense of direction. He watched the Red Angel step on his left foot with his right foot. After spinning around twice, he finally felt relieved: "What are you doing?"
Not wanting Medici to grin: "It's really nostalgic."
Seeing Amon's hesitant and troubled expression, Medici, who had a good plan, struck again while the iron was hot: "Aren't you going in?"
When the instigator said this, Amon, who was still thinking, subconsciously took two steps forward. Before pushing the door, he suddenly reacted and sneered at Medici: "I'm obviously summoning you, why don't you go in?" ?”
"Are you going to run away from the battle?"
"Little Crow, the word "escape" is an insult to the conqueror! If you let me hear this on the battlefield, I will definitely slap your ass a few times." Medici did not panic at all, Sauron and Einhorn controlled his feet to turn, and he turned back without changing his expression.
Medici took a deep breath, and the flames ignited from the soles of his feet, burning off the black trousers and brown-white jacket on the container, burning off the face that was not suitable for making an unruly expression, and burning off the A floppy black hair.
The strong-armed angel stood up from the fire, straightened his back, brushed off the sparks on his body, and tossed his long red hair casually.
"How about Amon, does it look familiar like this?"
"You are mistaken. I have never been familiar with you."
Medici sneered, noncommittal to this somewhat angry answer, then reached out and pushed open the glass door leading to the garden.
When he opened the door, he was still a little uneasy. This uneasiness was different from when he was preparing for war, different from every expectation and despair in the dark basement, and different from everything in the past thousand years. What will be left after countless failed hopes? It was probably just as calm as a pool of stagnant water. The hottest fire was drowned in the deepest part of the stagnant water. The moisture and cold made it forget that it could even burn.
Medici stepped into the glass greenhouse. The relatively constant temperature made the place not look dilapidated even in the cold winter wind. He calmed down his expression and looked serious and serious, as if he was walking in the kingdom of God.
Step by step, He followed the path to the end and saw a child-like God sitting where the sun was shining.
The Red Angel suddenly realized that all his preparations were of no use. There were no whispers in the air here that could kill someone, no emotions full of resentment or pain, no upside-down gods, and no endless flow. The floor is full of blood and corrupted spirituality. Only his God, his Lord, looked at him without saying a word. The child's face was still childish, but it already had the compassion and contours of its former creator. Time slowed down at this moment, and the world was so quiet.
The God looked at Him calmly, and this look lasted forever.
So Medici accepted the baptism of this look, and finally let go of all the shameful emotions of visiting the Holy See as an evil spirit.
He turned his head and saw Amon following him. The clone, who was not too willful, was still reluctant to get along with the half-father of the original body, and shot him angrily in the eye. He seemed to see the past behind him. Then he turned his head, and the Lord was still looking at him calmly. The saint stood beside the Lord, as calm as a shadow. Although there was no figure of the devil around, Medici couldn't help but think:
Could this be a dream?
Was it that I had been locked completely crazy, so I had a dream in which the devil took me back to heaven?
Just when he felt confused, Amon behind him gave him a gentle push - Medici now found this child more and more pleasing to his eyes - and said without mercy: "Why are you standing there?" ?”
“You don’t need blocking stones in your garden.”
Medici smiled, so He strode to the Lord and knelt down on one knee, raised his head, and looked at that young face.
"Lord, have you made me wait too long?"
His Lord smiled and then regained his composure.
He gently pressed his hand on Medici's shoulder, and said in a gentle and compassionate tone that the Dark Saint and Amon heard for the first time, but that Medici was extremely familiar with:
"Medici, my war angel."
"Thanks a lot."
TBC
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Graduation period is so tiring and busy, with so many things and messy things. In order to print a document, I went to line up with my roommate at 6:30 in the morning and waited until 8:00 in the evening. When I came back, I had to watch the book group quarrel. I'm going to die. Kill me. Bar.