Chapter 182 Dawn No. 1

Hearing the surprise in Charles' words, the man chuckled, "Of course, as the spokesperson of the God of Light, our Lord Pope has found a way to communicate with the God of Light, please follow me, the altar is here."

Charles narrowed his eyes slightly. What the hell is the Pope doing? Does he really regard this thing as the God of Light?

Recalling the Pope's wise eyes, Charles felt that there must be something strange in it.

Charles followed these people through the crumbling high-rise buildings. The road he could see was a bruised road, but now various religious symbols were painted on the ground.

Walking among various triangle patterns, it looks deserted and at the same time has a touch of weirdness.

The distance was not too long, and soon a spacious intersection with a zebra crossing appeared in front of Charles.

On the street without vehicles, a flat-bottomed pyramid decorated with gold as a whole rises from the bottom.

Looking at the five-story religious building in front of him, Charles couldn't help but be amazed at the wealth of the Illuminati Sect. With so much gold, he might be able to buy an island in Earthsea.

On the top of the pyramid stood two bright believers in red leather clothes, who looked like they were guarding something. The top of the pyramid should be a place to communicate with the God of Light.

Charles was about to walk up the steps of the pyramid, but was stopped by the believers on the side, "Governor, wait a moment, although you are the chosen one of the God of Light, you must go through a certain ceremony if you want to get the oracle of the God of Light."

Chosen One? What is this called? Charles didn't ask and stood aside and waited.

Soon a believer in black rubber clothes came forward. He began to sing a hymn praising the God of Light, and then walked up the golden steps to the top platform of the pyramid while singing.

The melody of the singing is so beautiful that it can be seen that this person has extraordinary attainments in music.

Charles wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was facing a high temperature of more than forty degrees. No matter how good the music was, he couldn't calm down his increasingly irritable mood.

After a song was finished, the man just walked to the top of the pyramid.

Just when Charles thought the farce was about to end, the singer took off the rubber jacket on his body and exposed his naked body to the sun. "My Lord! Praise you! Please take me to the eternal kingdom!!"

She knelt on the ground with her hands crossed and was completely motionless. The believer had been killed by the sun.

Under Charles' gaze, the two people next to him took out two daggers and began to quickly cut up the corpse. At this moment, Charles finally knew why the leather jackets of the two men were red.

"Mr. Charles, the ceremony is complete, please." The believer next to him gave way.

Charles walked towards the top of the pyramid with a disgusted expression on his face. He had cooperated so much with the Light God Sect in everything, and almost forgot that these lunatics were cult members.

When Charles reached the top of the pyramid, he saw that the singer had been stripped into a bloody skeleton, neatly placed on an altar, holding a heart in its hands, as if to Dedicate it to the glowing ring in mid-air.

Charles shook his head. He raised his head and squinted at the huge ring in the sky. "Dawn No. 1, can you hear me?"

The giant triangle in the dazzling ring began to transform, making a buzzing sound like tinnitus, and then a majestic voice came down from above.

"I am the god of light, mortal. What is your business?"

Hearing that it really responded, Charles felt a turmoil in his heart. It was hard for him to imagine that such a fluent communication could be created.

Could it be that the foundation's technology has advanced enough to create artificial life?

But soon Charles calmed down, he noticed this thing, and the way he called himself seemed a little different from when he came three years ago.

God of Light? Charles clearly remembered that when he came up, this thing was still telling them the time. Why is it now the God of Light? !

Charles turned his head to look at the believers who came to the pyramid and asked loudly: "You crazy people, what have you taught it in the past three years?"

Seeing that the believers of the Illuminati Sect below ignored him, Charles turned to look at the ring in the air.

After thinking for a moment, he said: "Okay, the God of Light is the God of Light. Let me ask you, do you know where the person who created you has gone?"

"Mortal, I am the God of Light, the creator of all light. My existence exists in the past, present and future. No one can create me."

Hearing this, Charles wanted to laugh inexplicably. He looked up at Dawn One in front of him and asked again: "I don't want to hear anything more than these. Since you are smart, you should understand what I'm talking about. Fund What happened to the people who met, did they all go back to the surface?"

Not long after Charles finished his question, a pleasant bell suddenly rang from his pocket.

Charles was taken aback for a moment. He took it out and saw that it was his cell phone ringtone.

After thinking for a while, he slid to unlock it with his thumb, and put the phone to his ear, "Hello? Who is it?"

The majestic voice of the God of Light came from inside. "Who are you? After the disaster that year, the descendant of the survivors of the Foundation?"

Looking at the huge halo in the sky, Charles felt a strong sense of unreality in his heart. He was talking to the God of Light on his mobile phone?

"You answer my question first, and I'll answer yours later. What is the disaster you are talking about?" Charles asked again.

Mantis once mentioned the disaster. He thought it was a disaster on the surface, but now it seems that this disaster is not for the surface but for the Foundation.

"You're not a descendant of the Foundation, otherwise you wouldn't even know about that disaster, and I guess so, absolutely no one from the Foundation survived that disaster."

Charles was a little dazed by it. This guy talked for a long time as if he didn't say anything, and he never answered his question directly.

"what your name?"

"I have many names, and my self-awareness is a living nuclear fusion reactor. I used to be called Shuguang No. 1, but now I am called Guangming God."

"The God of Light? Heh, these lunatics taught you this?"

"No, they didn't teach me. It's just that I saw them kneeling down to me. It was very interesting. As a human being, you should know that the feeling of being blindly worshiped is very good. I like this feeling."

Glancing at the bloody skeleton in front of him, Charles really felt worthless for her, and then he quickly restrained the unnecessary emotion, and asked the most critical question to it. "Do you know where the surface exit is?"

After a brief pause, the voice of the God of Light sounded again, "Why should I tell you?