Chapter 340 Slow Erosion

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After rescuing the Rhoside Islands and reporting to Azik that he was safe, Klein finally felt relieved after having been hanging around for a long time.

At the same time, he also had some speculations about Azik's new job that he "didn't really like but had to do".

As expected, Mr. Azik went to the Balam Empire. Yes, he was Balam's former "Death Consul" and the son of the God of Death. Now that the God of Death has returned from resurrection, there is no way that Mr. Azik can be allowed to continue in the Northern Continent alone. Activities... I haven’t been to the Southern Continent for a long time. I don’t know what the current situation of the Balam Empire is like... Klein thoughtfully exchanged places with Marionette "World" again, and sat in the seat of "The Fool" as the master The Marionette on the seat turned off the shield, and then listened to the conversation between "The Hermit" and "Alger".

They didn't listen for a few minutes, and the two of them didn't talk about anything else, just discussing the current situation.

"The World" first looked at Alger and said in a normal tone:

"Mr. 'The Hanged Man', through the special communication method between the Beloved, I got the news that the 'Laurel' has left the vicinity of the Rhoside Islands. You can choose the time to leave here and return to your own body."

Alger and Cattleya subconsciously looked at the main seat. There was thick fog there, and there was no great being sitting there that they were all familiar with. Then this "special communication method between the Beloved" is very thought-provoking. The two members, whose vision and mystical knowledge are better than those of ordinary extraordinary people, looked at each other and reached a consensus through their eyes:

After "The World" became a demigod, his authority in this mysterious space also increased.

Is this the privilege of the beloved? Alger clenched his fists, with a trace of fire flashing in his eyes. He nodded towards "The World" with a better attitude than before: "I understand. But, how do you get out of here?"

Klein was startled, and then he remembered that when they left, The Fool would do it and put them back into his body one by one, so he nodded slightly and said without revealing any flaws: "I'll help you go back."

The two of them retreated tactically, and Klein could clearly see Alger's expression getting a little more excited.

"My 'Blue Avenger' will probably be lost in this disaster, and all my crew members have died. If I go back alone, I will probably have to face the church's never-ending speculations and temptations - if it were mine If a subordinate survives in such a situation, I would even think about whether to restore him to his characteristics. He might have absorbed hidden contamination without knowing it."

"The Hanged Man" calmly finished this long paragraph, expressing his attitude and giving a hint.

Klein, who was already half a man, immediately received the hint and asked as if to confirm:

"You don't plan to return to the Church of Storms?"

A Sequence 5 powerhouse whose performance progress is steadily improving. No matter which organization he is placed in, he is a middle-level and high-level person and can receive good treatment. What's more, "The Fool" holds the blasphemy card of this path. Alger feels that he is expected to promote it. Open that door, acquire divinity, become a demigod, and no longer have to stay in the Church of Storms to hide yourself fearfully and repeatedly digest low-sequence potions - he just drank an extra serving of sequence 6. So, under the gaze of “The Hermit” and “The World”, Alger nodded affirmatively:

"Yes. If I go back, what awaits me may be house arrest and recycling. If I leave, there may be other ways."

"I know."

Klein nodded slightly, trying not to show any emotion as he said, "I'll find a way for you."

"Thank you." Alger was secretly happy.

As a member of the Tarot Club, and with the arrangements made by the Beloved One "The World", Alger felt an indescribable sense of joy - he felt that he no longer had to worry about getting half the result with twice the effort, and he no longer had to worry about being with the Church of Storms. It's always a matter of looking at people's faces, and you don't have to worry about being robbed of your credit. You can only share some of the money. He may finally be able to accumulate merit normally and exchange it for future formulas normally!

At this moment, there was a loud buzzing in Klein's ears. Someone was praying to him, and the voice was very urgent.

After he recognized the voice and content, he immediately frowned.

"Dear Mr. Fool."

In the picture, there are Audrey and Forsi, and even Xio is there. Three members of the Tarot Society who know each other in real life gather in what seems to be an underground shelter. The surroundings are dark, and the gas lights do their best to illuminate them. The figures in it were revealed... There were not many people, and there were bodyguards standing scattered everywhere for protection. There were fewer civilians. It seemed that this should be a shelter belonging to the Queens District. Most of the users were middle class and nobles.

Forsi and Xio probably happened to be nearby, and happened to see Audrey after entering the shelter, so they naturally came over as friends.

The three of them had nervous expressions on their faces, and they prayed quietly in the corner. The people around them were psychologically suggested to ignore them:

"Do you know what happened?"

"It was dark, and there were sounds of lightning and waves everywhere. There was also a voice saying that Lundborg had joined the Feysac Empire's camp and was preparing to attack us. Emperor Loen discovered and destroyed it first..."

Audrey's voice trembled slightly, and the sudden bombing appeared in her mind. No matter how much she restrained herself, her instinctive fear of death could not be completely erased by "pacification":

"Dear Mr. Fool, has the war finally spread to us?"

…

On the southern continent, in the highland colony that was being rebuilt, several angels were uncharacteristically silent.

Not only did they not speak, but the entire colony was quiet. The God of Death's spirituality was extremely active. The Raging Sea and the tributaries of the River of Eternal Darkness that he barely controlled all began to become restless. He has not left yet, and the people who are most affected are naturally Southern Continent.

In the dark sky, the door to the underworld has long been opened. The spiritual world and the real world overlap. If you are not careful, you will interact with undead creatures and spiritual creatures, and then be pulled to another world and evaporate.

The Bound God covered his ears, Barranca covered his mouth, and Richard closed his eyes.

Don't listen, don't respond, don't look.

The angels use their powerful spirituality to force everyone to obey their commandments. Just look at what is in front of you, don't speak, and don't listen to those words - creatures in the spiritual world will not reason with you. Only by isolating all interactions can you prevent being They attack for various reasons.

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"How much power of 'memory' can you use in this state?"

"Very little. Half of the old days are up to the sky. Are you planning on chatting with God?"

"I can't stay here forever. There has to be an end."

"I can't jump into the Sea of ​​Chaos, so you use this method to force me to participate?"

The Declined King sat next to the True Creator, with his back against the blasphemous stone slab. His gray-white hair spread around like spider silk or the roots of an old tree: "Just for this reason, you specifically used the power of the Sea of ​​Chaos to dream up a me?"

The True Creator closed his eyes and nodded.

"And it's strange that you fantasize about me." The Decline King pointed at his head with a somewhat unnatural expression, "Is this a judgment given to you by your omniscience? It's actually me you fantasize about... the real one That me, I haven’t met God a few times at all.”

Just like historical projections can capture living people, and living people can also bring their consciousness to the historical projections to kill them, this level of fantasy is more like a summoning ritual. The True Creator first used the Sea of ​​Chaos to imagine that the "Decaying King" was nearby. This was reasonable, so the Sea of ​​Chaos fabricated such an empty shell that fit the setting. Then, the only consciousness in the universe that truly had this name would Notice this empty shell of God's design and choose whether or not to wake up in this shell.

"Your imagination is very rich. Now I am connected to the source of matter."

Of course, the King of Decay came down voluntarily to help. After all, it would be the greatest benefit to Him to have the True Creator become the main personality. Being idle here is just idle, and He did not torture Amon’s hobby of passing time:

"what are you planning to do?"

The real creator closed his eyes and said in a half-dead voice: "Sneak into the memory and talk to Him. He can easily make me disappear, but he just puts me here. Omniscient told me that the battle in Intis is fierce. I We can’t stay here forever.”

"……Yeah."

The Declined King put the back of his hand on his chin, and after a while he said, "Okay, you are more decisive than me, but no matter how fast you go, your followers will suffer losses. So what are you going to do with Lun later?"

"They believe in the wrong god. Before the end of the world, I will help them convert." The true creator said solemnly, "No matter what, I will successfully accommodate the sefirah, or become part of the sefirah, and I will protect the earth. The crisis will be resolved."

"Then, do you want to continue like this?" The Decline King asked, "Use the extraordinary to develop productivity and make the production resources extremely abundant, and you control the extraordinary. In this way, human beings can always live in a carefree world." It's a golden age."

The True Creator said calmly: "This may be the best answer."

"No problem, then I'll go into your consciousness."

The Outer God turned sideways, stretched out his hand, and covered the eyes of the True Creator.

The power of memory suddenly activated, and the same old and immortal alien god easily shared the memory brought by God's "omniscience". The history books of the years are full of history that can make Him blow up several blood pressure monitors, but it doesn't matter, "Wither" The power of the plant hungrily absorbs this knowledge and memory, like a plant that stretches its roots underground in the desert, compiling records one after another at an unimaginable speed.

"Long time no see, God." The Declined King said with a smile, "It should have been His idea to ask me for help, but it was you who did it. Have you finally become the god you hate most in your long struggle? The fraud, deception and disguise just now were very good."

Then, the part of the data about the true Creator that was floating in the depths of the ocean of consciousness was retrieved by Him at high speed using His own name - God has no friendship with Him, but the True Creator is much more familiar - and then connected, almost already Those memories that were scattered and almost disappeared at the edge of the vast universe were gathered together again, numbered in categories, arranged in order, and shaped into human figures, just like writing a detailed biography of a character, and then the king declined. With a snap, the record was photographed into the human-shaped empty shell.

The corners of the Creator's mouth raised slightly, the sea of ​​light and shadow rippled, and the shell of the Declined King suddenly became distorted.

"Your future is filled with endless decline and death, so it's no wonder that you can temporarily deceive the imperfect 'omniscient'."

"Unfortunately, I have already made a prediction."

"There is no need to predict, He will be you sooner or later." The Decline King said, "You are not in a hurry to be resurrected, and you have nothing to do. Why not try to sleep a little longer and see what He will do. ?”

"I'm not you, and I won't pursue illusory possibilities."

God said compassionately: "I am the only one, and I don't need other ways of raising people - I am the truth."

The Declined King suddenly broke off his arm. The arm was broken off along with his clothes and turned into a gray-white branch. He used the branch to pierce the heart of the true Creator. Then the heavy pressure of the source material hit, and the empty shell of the outer god's arrival was immediately torn apart and restored to the most essential spirituality.

In a world of struggle for consciousness, the true Creator, whose body was reshaped by thunderous means from outside gods, finally found himself again.

He opened his eyes, slightly frightened and confused as he recalled what had just happened. Then when he saw that he was still lying on the bottom of the chaos, his mood was extremely calm, as if everything he could perceive had disappeared. He found that he seemed to be able to control part of the Chaos Sea, but his mind was still mixed with countless memories and large blanks, making it impossible for him to tell who he was.

He climbed onto the shore, subconsciously glanced at his feet, and then felt a little confused about his behavior.

But he was not confused for long, because he saw Amon still standing there. He remembered that Intis was under attack, so he immediately rushed out, defeated the Lord of Storms, dealt with him in the same way as a traitor, and then recovered him. Authority, save Intis and become the sun.

Now that God has been born, the world no longer needs the Lord of Mysteries. The outer gods also know that they cannot go to war with God, so they leave one after another. Klein Moretti also became a member of the Church of the Creator and lived a simple and happy life.

The doomsday crisis is resolved.

Everything was peaceful, the world was very beautiful, and after he fulfilled his long-cherished wish, he looked at the happy world and decided to willingly——

"what's on your mind?!"

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his heart, and a sharp pain in his head. A weird roar that he had never heard before appeared in his ears. He had never heard this sound before, but he subconsciously imagined it the moment he heard it. A vague human form.

"I'm not helping you just to see you willingly become God!"

The voice rose a few degrees, showing dissatisfaction and strong condemnation of His failure to live up to expectations - although the true Creator does not know where he failed to live up to expectations, He has become God and saved the earth and mankind. Who is so bold? Talk to Him? In terms of God's temper and character, He should immediately exercise the power of a tyrant to let this rude guy know who is the truth of the universe, but He is strangely guilty, as if he has really forgotten something very important.

Forgot something?

"Who are you?" asked the True Creator, but received no answer.

Who is talking to me? He was puzzled, but after thinking for a moment, he immediately felt a warning coming from his spiritual perception.

warn?

The true Creator was stunned. When He was taking back authority and shooing away the outer gods, his spiritual consciousness showed no response! He is already God, who can make God feel dangerous? Who dares to warn God not to think?

Then, He looked up at the perfect world in front of him, and saw almost the same smile on everyone's face. He saw them kneeling down neatly on the ground, praising the Creator loudly, and suddenly felt a sense of unreasonable fear.

He immediately stepped down from the altar and grabbed a priest. The priest showed a grateful smile.

The True Creator felt more and more uneasy in his heart. He asked the priest: "What is your every day like?"

The priest answered respectfully: "In the morning, I pray to you and sing praises to you. At noon, I take the Holy Communion and then pray to you. After sunset, I have dinner. Some people need to work, but they must also keep your glory in mind when working. There is half a degree of slacking off.”

The True Creator frowned deeply, this is not right, no, what is wrong with this? This is what believers should be like. Believers of God should of course dedicate everything to God, and dedicate everything to God. That’s how it should be, because I gave them everything, and they should repay me with everything... He has some Distraught, he subconsciously pushed the other person away, but he didn't want to control his strength. The priest flew out directly and hit the huge cross statue at the back, causing his head to be bruised and bloody.

But he still insisted on kneeling on the ground and worshiping the true Creator.

The true Creator resisted the urge to frown. He instinctively felt that something was wrong, something was not right... But His will also told Him that this is right. You are God, and you should enjoy everything of believers reasonably, even if It is to torture them, even if it means letting them die.

He approached the priest and whispered:

"If I asked you to commit suicide now, would you do it?"

"Great Lord, I do!"

The priest's blood-soaked face had an unaltered smile, which was particularly terrifying against the blood. He kissed the ground in front of the Creator reverently, and then broke his own neck without thinking.

There was no splash of blood, just a twisted corpse lying at his feet.

This living person who was smiling a second ago turned into a corpse with a satisfied smile on his face in the blink of an eye.

The True Creator's eyes shrank, this is wrong, it shouldn't be like this... Why shouldn't it be like this? Believers should be grateful for any order from the gods, even death. No! This is not right! Human beings should not have no reaction to such orders, at least they should hesitate, hesitate, be angry, be confused... No! This is God’s command, this is the command of God they believe in devoutly, why should they hesitate? What right do they have to hesitate?

Humanity?

A ridiculous idea suddenly occurred to the True Creator.

What is a human being?

Does what they call themselves important to me? Why should I remember, why should I think "human beings should be like this"? Shouldn’t my followers be to me – sheep – or even germs?

He turned his head and saw the other people looking at the priest's body with envy, and saw the golden sun hanging in the sky.

who I am?

In the warm sunshine, the true Creator is creepy.

TBC

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I'm coming.