Chapter 253 Is It “Necessary”?

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In the cities of the northern continent, on the Rhoside Islands, and even in hidden places in the southern continent, several members of the Aurora Society hiding in warehouses and wearing black robes fell to their knees at the same time, vomiting out large pieces of flesh and blood.

Flesh and blood formed a word on the ground, written in the common language of the northern continent, with a simple meaning:

"start"

These secretive black-robed members prayed in unison to words composed of flesh and blood, and then solemnly ate the flesh and blood again.

"The oracle has been issued!"

"Everyone, the time has come to devote yourself to the Lord."

They got up, methodically took out the props from all over the hiding room, quickly built a spiritual wall, took out the holy objects stained with the Lord's divine blood, mixed them with ritual powders and essential oils, and began to prepare the "True Creator God" that was absolutely impossible to succeed. surrender ceremony".

Tingen's divine descent gave some inspiration to the true Creator. It does not necessarily require a divine body, nor does it necessarily require a divine priest to preside over it. Since we are not pursuing success, we only need to slightly modify the content of the secret contract ceremony. , add the element of "divine descent" into the "summoning ceremony", add sacred objects closely related to the gods, and pray for divinity to descend on you, that's it!

Therefore, the True Creator has shed some blood. His current container is only Sequence 3. Although his divinity has gradually become equal to that of angels, it has not yet reached the point where anyone who sees it will die.

Then, the Aurora Society prepared ten divine descending teams at an extremely fast speed, led by the mid-level Beyonders within the Aurora Society. When the True Creator began to advance in Rasha, they followed one after another and held a decent " "God's descent ceremony", disrupting the sight of the gods.

To put it simply, ten minutes after the 1st starts, the 2nd starts, ten minutes after the 2nd starts, the 3rd starts, and so on. The teams are scattered all over the place. Even if the whole army is wiped out, ten teams can delay at least an hour or so, which is enough to complete the promotion and deal with the subsequent spiritual instability.

The simple version of the ritual has been confirmed to produce a divine reaction - but in fact it just activates the divinity and spirituality in the blood and asks it to come to oneself.

Even if it is really successful, the true Creator cannot be allowed to descend there. It will only allow the members who participated in the ceremony to be "baptized" and be able to feel the divinity in advance, and be promoted and digest the magic potion faster and better.

This is one of the rewards given by the True Creator to those who survive.

Goddess Team No. 1 took action.

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Rasha.

Within a few minutes, the seal between the occult connection and the spiritual and material worlds was completed, blocking out prying eyes and blocking possible attacks.

The True Creator has strengthened the only gap in the blockade - the connection with the land abandoned by the gods, communicates with the body, replaces rituals with his own spirituality and connection, and directly obtains power from the body.

Under His prayer, the instinctive murmuring behavior of the Hanged Giant in the land abandoned by God stopped for a moment and then intensified.

At the same moment, the body of the real creator in the outside world began to blur and expand, giving the impression that it gradually became a thick shadow wrapped in a human form.

Countless thin black lines sprouted from His body, connecting them in the direction of the place abandoned by God, symbolizing the exchange of authority.

Painful murmurs exploded in the ears, but the true creator controlled them easily, turning the murmurs into white noise lingering in the mind, and smoothly transitioned from the ontology quickly along the links he established. The power of a Sequence 2 potion. The gibberish was twisted into out-of-context words by the power of "Elder Obscene Words", but the true Creator resisted the erosion of the majestic occult symbols and gibbering information brought by the extraordinary characteristics of "Elder Obscene Words", and maintained his calm thinking, not being affected by it. The effect of the body's angry and frantic shouting.

No matter how the main body vented the pain of being eaten and the rage of being betrayed, he maintained his current state, firmly and smoothly transitioning his due authority and strength.

The seal blocked the prying eyes of those below the True God, and the Lord's promotion went smoothly, but Medici still paid close attention to everything on the island, holding the small bottle with three drops of blood in his hand.

He won't let up until it's over.

The devil in the distance brought a small chair and ate popcorn without feeling bored.

The True Creator received a prayer in his mind: Team 1 was discovered during the process and forcibly interrupted the ceremony, causing mutations and madness among more than ten people. The church team is dealing with it urgently. The No. 2 divine descending team started, which meant that ten minutes had passed. At the same time, Team 3, which had been followed for a week by the Church's Extraordinary Team, noticed that a chase was underway, and they wondered whether they would be able to act as planned in ten minutes.

But it's almost over,

Edward stopped eating popcorn and looked at the true Creator whose spirituality was rising step by step with a strange expression.

"Ally, there is something I have wanted to ask for a long time."

He asked, "Why do you want to be promoted with my curse?"

"?!"

The True Creator showed no reaction.

Medici suddenly cast a horrified look, pushed the thumb of the hand holding the bottle upward, and directly opened the cork!

He immediately decided to use restart - to restart the master's state before the promotion began, and let the outer gods remove the curse from the master before re-performing the ceremony!

Suddenly, he felt his body stiffen and his thoughts pause. The cork flew back and was plugged into the mouth of the bottle again, as if a seal had been completed.

His eyes were still free, glaring angrily into the distance: "Sia!"

"Don't be nervous, War Angel, your Lord's personality swings between saint, angel and true God. Even the blood of the Angel of Destiny cannot accurately return time to an intact state."

Probably because he is a demon, even a harmless sentence sounds like a cunning trap:

Edward left his plastic chair, reached out and patted Medici's shoulder twice, extinguishing the rising flames, which made Medici even more furious: "Did you hear the thunder? It's expected in one minute. The tide will come in, so it’s better to save your strength until then.”

Medici did not pay any attention to the rushing water outside the island: "You broke the agreement."

"Violation? No, I was just gloating."

Edward spent half a minute explaining to him: "A born mythical creature should also be able to understand 'schadenfreude', right? It's like seeing a friend go out to have dinner, but he didn't bring his wallet, so he didn't remind him that he wanted to see him embarrassed - but of course I will also bring my wallet and follow him to prevent him from being too embarrassed and causing social death."

"I'm that wallet."

The thunder rumbled from far to near. The True Creator, who had been successfully promoted and was in good condition, fell silent for some reason. The edges of the huge shadow figure continued to blur, and countless black thin tubes seemed to spread in all directions.

With the help of "Death" and "Prisoner", two channels that are good at sealing, Rasha's corresponding spiritual world has been sealed to the point where it is almost impossible to observe, like a coffin the size of a grain of rice on an island the size of an ant.

Outside the inconspicuous "coffin" that sealed the entire spiritual world, the sea water continued to rise, the dark clouds in mid-air began to gather, silver snake-like lightning began to flash, and lightning storms were brewing in the clouds, preparing to cover a small area of ​​​​the sea with indiscriminate waves. The attack looks for "anomalies".

The only disadvantage of being promoted at sea is this. Although the sea is vast, once the activity trajectory of marine life changes and suddenly moves away from or approaches a certain sea area, "natural disasters", "sea kings" and even "storm lords" will quickly appear on the sea. noticed.

"Okay, War Angel, don't stop me."

Edward comforted Medici casually: "Has the True Creator been confirmed to be in cahoots with the foreign gods? Other gods probably don't know about it, so it won't be easy for me to use high-level power."

He looked in the direction of the true Creator and pondered for two seconds.

"The curse of 'self-enhancement and weakening of power' conflicts with the current promotion, and there is also a little contamination of 'memory' that has been treated harmlessly... Now is it a hallucination? So be it."

He spoke calmly:

"The curse transforms, the second level becomes the third level - 'the body is weakened, the inspiration is enhanced'."

"Memory retrieval, screening, scene construction——"

"—I have a question that I have wanted to ask you for a long time, ally—if the difference between earth gods and outer gods lies in their paranoid pursuit of humanity and anchors, then what is the difference between you and your half?"

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When I first saw it, the scene in front of me looked like a place abandoned by God.

The ground is covered with huge cracks like ferocious scars, and monsters derived from malice and extreme emotions lurk in the shadows. Countless pairs of eyes hide in this land without light, which is always filled with the smell of blood and pain.

But when he tried to look carefully, the dark plain suddenly turned into a vast and lush grassland, and the dark red liquid flowing in the cracks in the ground turned into a clear and clean river in an instant, meandering outlining the grassland. One beautiful arc after another.

The shepherd's song came from afar, and the True Creator turned his head. There were actually large numbers of domestic animals on the grassland. They were driven by the shepherd, moving like white clouds on the green grassland.

"This is……"

He realized that there was something wrong with these scenes. There was never such a part as "going through hallucinations" in the promotion ceremony of "Elder Murderous Words". The real creator almost immediately wanted to use his extraordinary ability to break through. However, he suddenly found that his extraordinary ability disappeared. , flesh magic, shadow magic, and the ability to whisper all disappeared, and he seemed to have become an ordinary person.

What shocked him even more was that the moment he realized all this, an abnormal emotion actually emerged in his heart - nervousness!

And He himself allowed this emotion to appear naturally, and slowly turned it into uneasiness. This seemed to be a very natural thing, and I didn't find it strange at all.

"With the disappearance of extraordinary abilities, has my divinity also disappeared?"

The True Creator quickly understood the situation, and his expression became distorted again, even vaguely angry.

"Is this His authority? 'Decline' actually has such an effect..."

Feeling that he is now full of humanity - or that he has completely transformed into an ordinary person, the real creator is frightened and angry but also feels a little strange. The wind is warm, butterflies are flapping their wings and flying on the grass. There are scattered flowers on the grassland. With the fragrance of the blooming flowers, he re-perceived the known world using the simplest and most basic means, and suddenly felt that everything ordinary was so fresh.

Take it as it comes, without the guidance of spiritual perception, the true Creator just finds a random direction to move forward.

On the way forward, there was a lagging little lamb bleating. The True Creator secretly observed for a moment, picked up the little lamb with a wave of his big hand, and touched it with an unskilled technique.

The leather shoes were very uncomfortable walking on the grassland, and the cross hanging at the end of the shawl jingled. He was blowing the wind and picking up the sheep. He felt quite good, but he was still a little confused as to what the outside god wanted to do by bringing him here.

Suddenly, the earth shook, and the True Creator, who had no extraordinary abilities, almost fell unsteadily and fell to the ground.

Even so, He had to half-kneel on the ground, hold the little lamb in his arms tightly, and try his best to raise his head and look into the distance——

The sky was torn apart, and endless thunder and lightning and storms poured into the cracks in the sky. Dark shadows fell from the cracks, turning into dark waterfalls. The waterfalls fell from the sky to the earth, causing turmoil and destruction.

The rain of fire and light fell, and in just a short moment, countless huge gaps opened in the lush grassland. The shepherds and white cloud-like sheep in the distance were covered by lava before they could even utter a exclamation. Everything was on fire. burning in the darkness.

Even though the true Creator, who had fully transformed into a human being, had the desire and ability to escape, he was unable to stand firm amid the violent shaking. As soon as His arms were loosened, the little lamb turned into a monster with countless eyes, opening a bloody mouth toward Him that was big enough to swallow an adult's head. After a brief shock, the torrent of fire and shadow swallowed them up.

Unconsciously, this is the first death.

The True Creator suddenly woke up. This dream was so real, it was as if he had truly turned back into a human being. He could feel happiness, joy, and fear. Of course, the feeling of death was also so realistic.

He woke up with a start, only to find that he still had not returned to Rasha. He was lying on the roof of a house in the town. The sky in his eyes once again returned to its previous clearness and brightness, and time returned to before the "Feast of Betrayal".

There was no time to curse the outer gods in his heart, and the real creator's first reaction was to jump up and tell others to run - where could he run? He calmed down, this was an illusion of the past, the memory of the deceased... There was nowhere to escape, he could only sit and watch everything happen!

Then let’s take a look—what does the Outer God want you to see?

The True Creator sat up and turned to look at the town. The people in the town wore very simple clothes, often just robes made of one or two simple pieces of cloth. Giants and humans lived together, and the children of giants played with the children of humans. Occasionally, one or two elves with slightly pointed ears can be seen. Priests holding wooden crosses worshiped in the church, praising the glory of the omniscient and omnipotent Creator...

“Loving Lord, God who loves us, even when we walk in darkness, your light always shines.”

“Lord, you are the source of salvation in my life, full of joy and hope in your kingdom.”

Waves of choruses of praise floated into the ears of the True Creator, and scenes of peace and joy were reflected in the eyes of the True Creator. The peaceful days continued, and then the sky cracked, the sun was torn apart, and meteorites and bolides struck here. On the land.

The chorus stopped abruptly as a meteorite struck the stone chapel.

Lava erupted in the distant market, and children running around fell to ashes in the sea of ​​flames.

The eyes of the shadow opened at the corner of the street, and the people who saw it turned into twisted monsters.

Losing divine silence and lofty eyes, the true Creator finally couldn't bear it anymore. He jumped off the roof, ran and pounced on a child who was about to be caught by a monster.

However, without his extraordinary abilities, he was just an ordinary person. In the past, creatures that could kill with just one look now tore off his arms and tore open his chest. Before he died, he heard the monster chewing his flesh. The sounds of flesh and intestines.

It was excruciating pain, this was the second death.

The True Creator woke up again. His arms and chest were stained with large swaths of blood. He took a few breaths of cold air because of the pain. His body that became intact again seemed to still have the pain from before.

He woke up in a cathedral, with the patterns of the omniscient and omnipotent Lord and the eight angel kings spelled out on the stained glass windows...

...The volcano erupted, the tsunami rushed into the city, and the huge stone from the church dome smashed all the worshipers including Him.

die.

He joined the escaping people and fled frantically outside the city...

... We encountered monsters, not many, just two, but the fleeing team was made up entirely of civilians.

A painful death.

He boarded an escape boat...

He tried to send people away before the "Feast of Betrayal" began...

He sought help from the clergy of this hallucinatory world...

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die.

Not even once was it mildly mild!

After dying for the umpteenth time, the True Creator was able to lie calmly under a tree, guessing with the mentality of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water whether he would be struck to death by lightning, hit by a meteorite, burned to death, or something else this time. A more creative way to die.

There was no white spot on his body anymore. Just the few times he was smashed were enough to dye all his clothes.

The "Feast of Betrayal" continues.

Cracks appeared in the sky again and again, taking away everyone's lives again and again.

Regardless of whether the true Creator participates, escapes, or saves people, he will die with everyone.

"so terrible."

The true Creator pushed his hair back with both hands. The pain of each death and the resentment of powerlessness lingered in His heart, but when he thought that it was Himself who had done all this, He felt even more frustrated and annoyed.

so terrible.

He pulled his hair hard, and after a while, he slumped back to the ground, watching the world collapse again, and he died with it.

TBC

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Using anchors to stabilize humanity ten thousand times is not as good as being a human being yourself.