Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 372 Price
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Edward almost laughed out loud when he heard this.

My friend, your believers are experiencing a great flood, your subordinate god is about to be killed, and the life of your angel is also in danger. The three paths are about to find the answer, and now it is too late to repair Noah's Ark. In the end, what you care about most is the faith of that kid Klein?
Good, He thought, that fits my stereotype of God perfectly, your relationship is really bad.

Since gods, believers, and angels are all renewable resources, if you really like them, just imagine a personality to take with you. But the backup of the Heavenly Lord is something that can only be encountered by chance, and this kid happened to be under God's nose - from that dream, you can already see how interested He is.

He also specifically emphasized that he was a "devout" believer!

What's worse is that the True Creator did have the idea of ​​making Klein his believer. Whether it was true belief or just a pretense, as long as the True Creator could succeed, then becoming a believer of the Creator would be a matter of great benefit and no harm. He had had this idea, and this idea was in line with God's little obsession. It was probably a rare thing that the two of them agreed on.

He coughed and tried his best to keep his expression unchanged:

"What's making you hesitate?"

It is such a good thing that the resurrected enemy can become my believer and help Him nail the coffin lid! Then in the face of such a huge temptation, what made God not immediately get up and rush into Backlund to wash Klein's head in holy water? The life experience of the real Creator seemed to have played a little effect. Now He was actually thinking and hesitating - what was He hesitating about?
The black-haired stickman did not answer, and the words on the notebook disappeared line by line.

After a full minute, God's answer came again:
"expect."

expect?

What can God expect from Tianzun's back-up plan? It seems that you, the real creator, have really added some unnecessary emotions to God.

Edward stared at the word in the notebook, and for the first time he felt that things were getting interesting. The True Creator had integrated himself into God's life and became a part of Him, and God knew and acquiesced. The True Creator had added some of his own emotions and most intense personal feelings, and God also knew, and did not seem to resist strongly - it seemed that as long as God's successors did not say "I will replace you" and instead obediently "become one with God", they would be able to gain some tolerance and leave a little trace of themselves.

So little tolerance!

Edward always felt that God didn't care about the lives of people outside, so he didn't care either.

"What to expect?"

——The implication is, what consensus has the true Creator reached with you? Is there any consensus other than "let Klein become his believer and live a good life"?
After writing this sentence, Edward thought about it and added the phrase "Excuse me, are you there?" in front of it. In a sense, God is tolerant and equal. He can answer any question, provided that you act pious and serious and are polite enough.

The black stickman's circle eyes moved horizontally, as if he was looking at the cement ceiling of the institute. After a while, a paragraph gradually appeared on the notebook.

"I am expecting him to voluntarily give up being the successor of the Heavenly Lord, to give up his responsibilities and ego, to bow down to salvation, and to become my believer for the happiness of the sheltered lambs."

“I am also looking forward to how he will fight with the other little ghosts until they are bloodied and die together in the end.”

Your idea is quite strange... The former can be used to mock Tianzun until the end of the universe, but what is the purpose of the latter? Would you feel happy to see Tianzun's successor get humiliated? Or is God just watching Feifan fighting crickets and finding it very interesting?
Oh... in that case, judging from the frequent holy wars launched by the believers, the frequent expeditions that have to be fought even if there is no result, the endless wars of faith, and the countless blood debts committed in the name of God, God does have the characteristic of loving to watch cricket fights, and seems to like his believers to do something because of the so-called piety and "God's favor", such as launching wars between petri dishes.

Edward held his chin in his hand, recalling the God in the Old Testament who was more like a high-dimensional creature that did whatever he wanted than the so-called God, and asked again:

"Why not just kill them all?"

God's pair of black hollow circles changed positions and returned to their original positions. Then, many simple and abstract figures began to appear in the blank space on Edward's notebook, including a human-faced demon wolf dozing with its eyes closed, Klein wearing a top hat, Amon wearing a monocle, an old man with a hood and a white beard, and even an equally old but unfamiliar person.

Who is this? Edward took a closer look at the man, but still didn't recognize him.

Then these small human heads gathered towards a central point, formed a vortex, and turned into a smiling mask.

When it comes to his mortal enemy, God said a little more: "The chain reaction of the pillars will take 0 years for the barrier to completely disappear. If I leave the Chaos Sea rashly, Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun's consciousness will awaken in the first place to fight against me, in the body of the demon wolf named Antigonus or Amon, or directly wake up in Sephira Castle. Before I take action, He will turn all Sequence s and creatures on Earth into secret puppets, and snatch my lambs and the world I created as before, causing trouble for me."

"Oh." Edward said, "Do you think that if you beat them all to death, it will stimulate Tianzun to wake up immediately?"

The black-haired stickman didn't answer.

"Then, they will fight each other until they are bloody, and then die together. Is that your prediction?"

God still didn't answer.

This prediction is rather perfunctory, but the probability of it coming true is quite high.

"After thinking about it carefully, I feel that Zaratul and Antigonus have become respectable. For creatures on Earth, becoming a god means erasing the self. I can understand that Antigonus needs power for revenge, but it is incredible that Zaratul and Amon are trying so hard to get a chance to commit suicide, or to get a chance to turn others into toys instead of themselves."

"Don't you count the door?"

"no need."

Mr. "Gate" Bethel Abraham was controlled by the Fallen Mother Goddess and had been deeply polluted. Unless there was no other choice, the Heavenly Lord would have given up on Him and not resurrected Him in this unlucky Angel King, which was why the Fallen Mother Goddess was able to control Him for so long.

Judging from “Don’t save me”, Bethel also has a strong idea of ​​self-abandonment. If there is a chance for him to die completely and get rid of the control of the fallen mother goddess, he might be willing to die happily.

In this case, there is no need to treat Him as a competitor.

Just think of it as a magic potion that is the "door" to the true God.

"Mr. Men seems to have just happened to be compatible with the 'wrong' godhood ritual? Amon can just steal it and become a dual-path true god in one fell swoop..."

Edward thought of the details and couldn't help but touch his chin and began to think:
"Perhaps George III was also one of them? Or maybe Adam simply wanted to add a god to the earth. In terms of time, George III's deification ceremony could also be stolen, but since Mr. Door could be stolen, it would not be necessary unless it was absolutely necessary."

After all, George III was probably the new Black Emperor promoted by Adam, and although he could be considered a "necessary sacrifice", the prerequisite must be that the benefits of sacrificing the future Black Emperor would be greater than those of a true god.

"Then again, do you still want Intis?" The prayers in his ears were getting more and more chaotic, and the emotions were getting more and more crazy. Edward couldn't help but try again to explore how much of the true creator God was left. "If this continues, Leodro will unify the northern continent. Do you plan to let your Intis become an exiled government and move into the underground sealing room of the Storm Church just two months after its reorganization?"

The black-haired little man looked at the sky without saying a word.

"If my idea is to protect the Earth and take care of the people on it, then I don't care about a country, and vice versa."

"If my idea was to contain the Celestial Lord and temporarily ignore those insignificant candidates, I wouldn't act now."

The memory of the real Creator is useful, but not completely useful. He is willing to destroy himself to merge with God, but it depends on God's mood. God did not bother to figure out whether the "I" in his words refers to the memory of the real Creator or himself, but just said calmly:
"Devil, you should understand that my mercy is not infinite, and my tolerance is not without cost."

He is fully aware of the desires and wishes of the True Creator.

He acknowledged the experiences and memories of the true Creator, after all, this was "Him", but that did not mean He would fully accept His ideas.

The real Creator wanted to protect humans and wanted to give them some more favors, so God allowed it;

The true creator hoped that Klein would not be targeted by God because of his identity and Source Castle, and hoped that Klein could continue to live, and God allowed it.

Edward twirled his pen, absentmindedly thinking of the last words of the True Creator:

"Come and stop me."

This sentence does not mean that Klein should stop God's resurrection. He is already in the Sea of ​​Chaos. Moreover, even the Celestial Lord cannot fix God in a certain personality or memory. God cannot do it either. Otherwise, they should have fought to a conclusion or made peace long ago.

What the real Creator actually wanted to express was that he hoped Klein could stop "God" and stop God from once again creating a "perfect" world that was exactly the same as the one in the dream, a world so perfect that it would be the same whether there were humans or not.

——This is something that God does not allow. It is just that it is still in the process of fusion and has not yet started.

"Of course I know that you love humans, but you let them live naked and ignorant in the Garden of Eden. You planted the apple tree with good hearing and good eyesight in the middle of the garden, but you were angry at the mischievous and deceitful snake who tempted humans to pick the fruit."

Leodro's rule over the Northern Continent doesn't mean the world will be destroyed and humanity will perish, right?

Edward was spinning his pen in boredom, saying something that Amon couldn't understand no matter how hard he tried - the Garden of Eden was the base of the Psychological Alchemy Society, and there were only animal desires in it. Why did God let humans live there? There were no apple trees, no naked humans, and no snakes tempting humans. What on earth was the devil talking about? - "You are clearly omniscient and omnipotent, but you are also very contradictory. You seem to expect humans to do something rebellious, but you don't allow them to rebel too much. Almighty, you seem like a less successful parent, can I say that?"

"There is no logic in your judgment, and you are not qualified to judge me." The black-haired stickman replied in a calm tone.

"Well, of course I know. I don't have your strength or your instincts, and of course I can't judge you. I'm just a weak person passing by. Just pretend that I didn't say anything just now."

Edward followed the steps down, turned the page with the stickman, and paused at the top of the new page:

"I'll ask you one last time. You really have no intention of stopping Leodro or protecting Intis, right? After all, he is your believer. If you don't want to care, then I won't care either."

God did not get impatient with the repeated questions, but just repeated one sentence meaningfully:

"Nothing will happen to Medici."

……

Leodro raised his hand calmly and disdainfully. The astral world shook, the clouds rolled, and the furious thunder brewed directly above the God of Steam and Machinery. The surrounding magnetic field suddenly became violent and distorted, and the light of the analytical structure of the God of Steam and Machinery was also distorted, almost sweeping across the land of Intis.

Behind the silver-white barrier, the water level of the sea dropped rapidly, and in just a few breaths it left the Hornachis Mountains and returned to where the Sea of ​​​​the Sea was supposed to be. But the sea water would not disappear out of thin air, and there was no tsunami in other places. They were just moved and moved to the sky. The mechanism on the neck of the God of Steam and Machinery turned, and He saw that in the sky corresponding to the star realm above his head, the breath that seemed to destroy everything quickly turned from virtual to real, and in the darker clouds above Intis, there was a terrifying sound of water.

The momentum of the angels of the sun was suppressed again and again, and they were transformed from little suns into gas street lamps. The tyrants on the adjacent roads made them feel uncontrollable fear, and the fact that the gods they believed in had not received a response so far exacerbated this fear.

The circuit was disconnected for unknown reasons, and the new electric lights went out one by one, plunging the whole country into darkness. The tyrant's threat weighed heavily on everyone's head and heart, and suppressed their throats that could be used to scream. Even babies no longer dared to cry loudly, but huddled in their parents' arms and trembled, nurturing the most desperate fear in the extreme silence.

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

It seemed that there was nothing to do but wait for death to come.

"Has the Lord still not responded to us?" She was simply incredulous! The True Creator has gained the most followers in the Extraordinary World because of his uninterrupted and enthusiastic interactions with his followers!
The pious and elderly officiant looked at his juniors and shook his head silently.

Mr. A didn't know where it came from. When others were speechless, he managed to squeeze out a sentence from between his teeth:

"Maybe we did something wrong."

The godly messenger, who was so pious that he could ignore the fact that he had a brain, said seriously: "The Lord abandoned us because we did something wrong. Perhaps He went to the sanctuary and found His true chosen people, and now He no longer needs sinners like us."

Irena was silent for a moment, then asked, "What is our sin?"

Mr. A shook his head.

"I don't know." He said calmly, "But the Lord can't make mistakes, so I must be guilty. I will go to confess first, and I hope we can all find peace before destruction."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the confessional. Behind him, more and more members who had no other choice gradually began to pray and confess. Irena stood there, listening to her companions confess their so-called "sins". She lowered her head and slowly, made the sign of the cross on her chest.

——Her hands began to tremble violently, her teeth clenched, and she uttered a word with great difficulty:

"Do not……"

"This shouldn't be the case! We shouldn't just wait here to die!"

Irena, who was usually dignified and elegant, suddenly exploded. She seemed to jump from the sun to the storm in an instant, and burst out with a huge energy that frightened all the priests and even her own teacher:

"You shouldn't just wait here to die!"

"Even if it comes to this, we, we - at least we can do something!"

Her Intis noble language system also collapsed at this moment. The earl's daughter spoke a lot of dirty words from the southern continent and Trier. Irena was even a little furious. She reached out and grabbed her teacher and boss's shoulders, saying loudly:

"Run! At least try to run!!"

"Master High Priest! You could at least try to escape! Even if we are all guilty, are all the people of Intis guilty? Are those newborn babies guilty too? Are we all going to die obediently because of our sins?!"

"You should at least try to escape! At least try to escape with the children of the Foundling Home!!"

"Maybe... this way... you can cleanse your sins and go to heaven!!"

Irena was trembling all over by the tyrant's intimidation. It seemed that she had spent all her strength to say a few words. The high priest stared at her pale face for a long time with his eyes wide open. After a brief silence, he suddenly said:
"...I will contact the two princes now."

"You are right. His Highness Bonova of the Church of Steam has returned to Trier."

The high priest spoke faster and faster, then he took a step back, letting Irena's hand slide naturally from his shoulder. The high priest turned around and ran towards the orphanage and orphanage attached to the Cathedral of Light. A group of people stared at his back in a daze.

Irena breathed a sigh of relief immediately. She was covered in cold sweat and almost couldn't stand. She held on to the wall to barely get rid of the dizziness.

After running a few meters, the chief priest suddenly turned around and looked at the pile of wooden figures behind him. He also became furious:

"What are you all standing there for? Come on!"

"Even if we are going to die with sins, we must try our best to let innocent children pass on our faith!"

Seeing that there were still a few people who hadn't reacted, the officiant also cursed loudly, using the Trier curse words he had just learned from Irena:

"Hurry up! Move faster!"

"Don't you guys want to go to heaven?!"

The others suddenly woke up as if from a dream and rushed out of the Cathedral of Light like a race.

Irena took a few breaths and ran out as well.

Without this group of extraordinary people from the Sun Path, the cathedral that was originally emitting a faint light was quickly swallowed up by darkness. However, these light sources did not disappear. Instead, they quickly connected into a line and rushed towards the church's orphanage, archives room, and orphanage.

In the star realm.

With a sharp and piercing sound, the sky of the star world was torn apart. There was no extremely cool lightning storm, no fancy wind and tsunami, and it was even strangely quiet. The God of Steam and Machinery only saw a silver-white light flashing before his eyes, and the silence enveloped the breath of destruction, as if all the light sources from the outside world were extinguished, and suddenly fell on Him.

Unable to parse!

There's no way to avoid it!

Can't decompose!

The constant pop-up errors made the situation seem even more desperate, and then, it seemed that the sky just darkened for a moment, and then his body suddenly became unable to move, so that the God of Steam and Machinery actually thought very humanly at that moment "Did I blink?"

The thunder penetrated his body, shattered his core, and the electric current violently tore apart everything on his body.

But He was not dead yet. The mechanical structure allowed Him to regard each scattered semi-finished product as a carrier of His own consciousness, so He clearly "saw" the whole process of His own disintegration - lightning destroyed the core of the furnace, His heart stopped beating, plasma flowed on His body, cutting off His control over himself, and the electric current destroyed the magnetic field and affected the electromagnetic waves. The God of Steam and Machinery saw explosions and snowflakes appearing one after another in his field of vision, and the signal was blocked. He fell into a world with nothing but black and white.

God is collapsing, every part of the huge machinery is gradually stopping functioning, and even the prayers of believers are becoming less and less audible.

The god of steam and machinery seemed to have been "thrown" out of this world.

He suddenly felt fear and sorrow, as if a process went awry. After his body and divinity were destroyed, his mind also began to become confused.

I hate it. He said, I hate this world that made me a god, and I hate the Eternal Blazing Sun. Gods don't need to be excellent or capable, they just need to be weak and submissive. Therefore, many craftsmen who are better than him were not chosen, died before him, and even became subordinates of such a useless thing as him.

He was indeed incompetent enough, incompetent enough to make Eternal Sun feel at ease, because he could not even digest the potion.

I regret it. He said. I should have known that this was the limit of my ability, and I should have rejected the hints and investment of the Church of the Eternal Sun. Being an ordinary saint and then dying, or being an incompetent god and then dying, which one is more shameful?
You see, how shameful it is! Even if you do your best, even if you temporarily steal some power, you will still be killed in the end.

Perhaps he should have died long ago, but someone just did it now.

No one answered him, and no one listened to his dying thoughts. The God of Steam and Machinery himself felt that he was just being hypocritical before his death. After all, he could die anytime he wanted, so why did he have to pretend to hate his own incompetence now?
But...even if I'm so useless, even if it's still so imperfect, this is the world I created with all my might.

He felt that he was going to die like this, as an incompetent, useless God who couldn't even protect his own believers.

——Just then, a cold wind blew.

It was as if it was passing by here from a distant wilderness, and the swirling wind of information brought the call of the wilderness.

"Do you want to protect Intis?"

The God of Steam and Machinery's thoughts paused for a moment as the wilderness wind entangled him further. A strange and old voice seemed to whisper into his auditory system.

"Then give me everything you have, foreign god. I have the ability to do everything for you that you cannot do."

TBC
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Steam is the character that makes me feel the most sad and disappointed.

It is true that strength is not necessary when choosing a follower, and Lieyang certainly would not consider social development when choosing people. He only needs to choose good control. It is this idea that created such a speechless god of "civilization".

(End of this chapter)