Chapter 155 God and God

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After chatting with the real outer god for a while, the real creator felt that he had a lot of new ideas.

He is also more convinced that if an alien god who can communicate (without even needing to discuss whether he has enough rationality and a good temper) appears on the earth, then the seven gods will definitely be able to open up a new way of life (to put it mildly).

It is often said that human nature cannot withstand temptation, and there seems to be some truth to it.

"It is natural for God to judge things with his own authority. Just like the Mother Goddess judges that all living things are and should be her children. He loves you humans deeply, and he also loves to control, kill, and regenerate you constantly. The feeling of being a 'mother'; just as the mother tree believes that all life should serve desire loyally and release malice arbitrarily, the prisoner path will have a moment of explosion no matter how restrained it is, and will definitely get closer to the image of the 'mother of desire' . The secret is tossing the fate of gods including yourself at will, persistently creating 'errors' that do not exist, and you - no, the original has been fulfilling the obligations of omniscience and omnipotence and taming humans into their own lambs... Every day Each god has his own way of existence, and all hope that they can be the ultimate correct (original) of the universe."

"This is the lifestyle of gods outside that you can't imagine."

The True Creator sat on the sofa next to him and nodded thoughtfully:

"This is indeed a way we would not choose or take the initiative to contact, but how do you deal with the madness when you survive like this?"

The Declined King pondered for a moment: "I have seen many gods and many races. I feel that 'crazy need to be resisted' should be a moral shackle attached to you humans."

"It seems that while you are becoming gods, you also demand that gods be 'yourself', instead of being willing to let go of yourself and merge with the great spirits of the past. This is the most stable way...and this way is called 'crazy' by you. .”

"Don't the Outer Gods pay attention to themselves?" The True Creator wrote this on the notebook in his hand, and waved to the third person in this space, "Medici, turn up the lights a little brighter."

“But Lord, you don’t need light to see, right?”

"It's a vibe."

Medici flicked the chandelier in the living room.

Under the bright light, the true creator continued to chat with the mythical creature on the other side. Rather than saying that the tree is sitting on the sofa, it is better to say that it is entrenched there. The entire sofa is made up of layers of branches and vines that are formed into a ball of leather wrapped in deformed springs.

But He also knew that the sofa was actually flat, with a talking doll with green eyes and white hair sitting on it chatting with the Lord, looking at things without turning his head, or eating without moving his mouth. What He saw was actually spiritual." reality".

"If you say 'self,' I'm going to throw out what I've been observing."

I don’t know where the sound came from from this strange-shaped tree. The sound was low and hoarse. At first glance, it sounded like an old man. But if you listened carefully, you seemed to hear the voice of a middle-aged man. It seemed like many different voices were mixed together. Together, weird and fun.

"You tell me." The researcher said with interest.

The Declined King held his chin with his hand. His mouth did not move when he spoke, and his voice did not come from his throat:

"According to my observation, what you call 'human nature' can be simply distinguished into good and evil, good and bad, and moral standards in the early days. Human nature in this period can be expressed according to the choice of acting method."

"In short, although there is forward play, the focus is not on the forward and reverse, but on the Extraordinary himself. If you don't regard killing the same kind as wrong, then strictly follow the forward play, and you can use the method of killing. When solving problems, he does not kill people, but deliberately reminds himself to pay attention to human life and do good deeds to accumulate virtue. On the contrary, it goes against his own nature, that is, 'human nature'."

"Or, sometimes the positive role itself also has gaps for killing people."

The True Creator nodded: "I was aware of this when I was still in the Second and Third Era."

"At that time, they were extremely prosperous, and those who possessed strength and characteristics were often not humans. They generally regarded humans as wild animals that were easy to hunt, and the few who were intelligent and did not lack this kind of meat were treated as slaves."

"Later, under pressure from me at that time, some extraordinary races slightly raised the status of humans. But even if they intellectually regard humans as a type of intelligent creature rather than wild animals, they still don't think so instinctively. If you want to eat people but can't, if you want to use human slaves but can't, if you want to hunt humans for fun but don't dare to offend, if things go on like this, there will be some problems in your heart, and you may even lose control because of it."

"Yes."

The Declined King asked again: "How do you classify 'me or me'? Is it divided by memory or by one's own distinctive personality? - Do you want both? Then it's no wonder that you always compare losing control with Crazy is the same thing, but it’s not the same thing.”

The True Creator mused: “Often we want both.”

“Use memory to clarify your identity, and use character traits to confirm that you are still yourself.”

"But I feel that the Seven Gods no longer have this style. Judging from their behavior all the time... I just feel that they seem to have some stereotypes about human nature and humans."

"How to say?"

"Judging from the folk customs of the countries under the rule of the gods, I suspect that they think that human beings are 'biased', so they will deliberately remind themselves of their biases, such as being biased against the Northern Continent and the Southern Continent, and biased against high-ranking people. Ordinary partialities, partialities for the church and wild people...some of them are not just a matter of interests. Later, they will rely on these partialities to believe that they still have humanity."

"This topic of yours is of great value for further exploration..."

"I once had a student who tried to use the method of 'belief in the same God' to eliminate the inequality of wealth and status between people. Everyone needs to hand over their property and then enjoy equal power and status... This will inevitably lead to a decline in the lives of some people, and those who reject this decline will be regarded as not being pious enough..."

As a born mythical creature and a war angel who has followed the Creator for several epochs and thousands of years, the Medici are actually very willing to listen to the Lord talk about their glorious past.

This is different from the human concept of "people start to miss the past when they get old." The memory of an angel with an infinite lifespan is also a clear and long picture that will not fade. He simply likes to hear the Creator show off and praise His majesty back then.

However, at this moment, the two true gods were talking in front of him, discussing something that could not be said to have nothing to do with him, but only had nothing to do with it. After listening to it for two and a half minutes, Medici felt bored and wanted to leave quickly and go to the garden. Have a smoke. He couldn't find a chance to speak, so he raised his hand to make a report. He hit the real Creator who was addicted to the discussion three times before he turned to look at Him, and then waved his hand very quickly as an answer.

Medici left as if he had been granted amnesty. The door was too far and he left through the window. There was a shoe print on the polished window frame.

"That's great." Sauron let out a long yawn, and Medici felt like his tears were about to burst out of his eyes. "I learned a lot."

"I understand, but I don't fully understand."

Einhorn also watched the discussion between the two true gods about human nature and divinity. He was confused and had only a half-understanding, but felt that he would be contaminated if he continued to listen: "It doesn't feel as good as... torturing the Iron Cross."

Medici rarely retorted immediately, but waited until both of them had finished speaking before scolding them with a smile. This shows that he also agreed with the two conquerors in his heart.

"The boys from the Iron Cross seem to be going back. What a pity, I haven't practiced enough yet."

The Red Angel lit up the cigarette and puffed out the smoke in a casual and wild way, as if the purpose was to taste the pungency of the smoke rather than the so-called mellowness - if you already smoke, don't use illusory things to hypnotize yourself - "They I got a secret report yesterday afternoon and hurriedly went to find You An, and then You An asked the Lord for instructions, and the Lord approved it for them."

Medici said to himself jokingly:

"Hunters will take action upon hearing the news, and the land will rise up with weapons."

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"In the universe, it is unimaginable to have multiple true gods occupying one planet. Embracing great ideas, stepping into the stars, roaming and fighting is the correct, or 'popular' choice."

"I see. It seems that the initial awakening has given the earth too much blessing."

"Yes, even if there are, they are often non-adjacent pathways. The adjacent pathways should have finished fighting long ago. There are too many pathways like Earth, but it has formed a certain circle and magical balance. It is indeed unique."

"So, I have always had a question - why is there no dual-path true god except you?"

"I was very curious about this, and further studied human myths (Mazo looked up)... the version after your death (Mazo was hit by an arrow in the knee). The only conclusion I could draw from it was: Maybe it was because of the God of Death. After death, creatures no longer have confidence in the world after death, and each god begins to promise his followers an 'afterlife'... It can be seen that human beings are afraid of death, and gods are no exception. So since they are afraid of death , since you are afraid of the doomsday, why do you want to kill the Lord of the Star Boundary? Why not take action in the adjacent way? "

The Declined King raised his own question: "If you really got rid of the original at that time, or even went further, I might have left with half of my source material, and waited for the future gathering to come back. But you actually died and were divided. Eat it. Isn't the 'death' that humans fear a specific concept? Dying by robbing adjacent pathways is not as good as dying at the end of the world? Why is this?"

"I can't answer your question."

The true creator looked embarrassed: "I can only understand the failure at that time as underestimating the desire and ambition of those three bastards for power, and the backup plan I prepared was not used to deal with that battle, as well as the other gods present. I chose to go to the theater again.”

There was no expression change on the outer god's face, but the true creator felt a sense of ridicule inexplicably.

Just as He was about to count his sins in detail, the Outer God suddenly received a call. After a moment, He accepted the sacrifice and took a paper report in his hand.

The True Creator took a look and saw a string of capital handwritten words on the cover:

"Experimental Report on Hybridization of Apple Trees and Broiler Chickens"

...The True Creator turned his head hesitantly and stared at the white wall. After a few seconds of confusion, he looked again. He began to wonder if any of the current scientific researchers' brains or imaginations had gone too far, or if they had all gone too far.

The Declined King was not surprised. He found a red pen from nowhere, flipped through the catalog and cover, and made a tick.

"...This is your student too."

"No." Outer God said, "At most, it's just a public class."

"I'll take a look at his report. Let's talk about the rest later. You accepted my agreement and my power curse will always be lent to you. Maybe being crazy is more comfortable for you than being awake."

The true creator couldn't hide his curiosity: "I want to know some details of this experiment."

The Decline King isn't stingy: "He wants to cross an apple tree with a broiler chicken so that chickens grow from the tree like apples."

"Who taught him to do this experiment?!"

"After my teaching and prompting, he has now abandoned this unrealistic idea. He has chosen a new direction. He hopes that apples can have the texture, nutritional value and taste of chicken, but they are still essentially apples."

The true Creator's indescribable mood became less intense: "If you want to change the taste and texture, Earth Pathway can do it."

"But in this case, chickens are not necessarily needed in the experiment. So he put forward a bold hypothesis in this report." The Declined King turned to a certain page at the back of the catalog and read out calmly:

"Since we no longer necessarily need live chickens, we might as well develop apples with multiple flavors, starting with the roasted chicken flavor."

The True Creator didn't know what to say for a moment, and the Outer God had already started to comment naturally: "Very good, the difference between this experiment and the previous one is that the genes of broiler chickens are natural and can be incorporated into apples by extraordinary power, but roast chickens It is an artificially produced food, and it is a very interesting idea to grow apples that taste like roast chicken in a normal way without relying on seasonings.”

"Pass, let's start preparations."

"Wait a moment."

The expression of the true creator was somewhat distorted: "Do you actually want to use species invasion and genetically modified technology to destroy the earth?"

"No." The Declined King took out a fish from the sacrificial item and threw it into the hands of the true creator.

"The taste of the improved red wine fish is 99% similar to the red wine produced by Intis Mist Winery. The meat is delicious and the whole fish can be pan-fried directly. The internal organs and bones will melt when exposed to temperatures above fifty degrees."

"This is his first finished product, do you want to try it?"

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In the evening of December 31st, Tingen City, No. 2 Daffodil Street.

Benson entered the house, took off his hat and coat, and chuckled:

"I have already booked a ticket for the steam train to Backlund on January 3rd, second class seat."

Melissa, who was sitting in the restaurant with several newspapers spread out in front of her, said slightly worriedly:

"Benson, the air in Backlund is too bad. Just a few days ago, tens of thousands of people died due to poisoning and diseases caused by the heavy smog..."

"This is a really regrettable and sad thing."

Benson walked to the restaurant and sighed: "But the upper and lower houses have passed the report of the Air Pollution Investigation Committee. There will be corresponding legislation to regulate the emission of smoke and wastewater. What will greet us will be the new Backlund. You don't need to Too worried."

Having said this, he smiled sarcastically:

"When I came back from Iron Cross Street just now, I found that many factory owners or their employees from Backlund were recruiting people there. They said that because of the smog and the plague, the factories there were short of manpower, so, They are willing to promise working hours and minimum pay that will be much better than the current standards, haha."

"You think it's impossible?" Melissa asked sharply.

"When more and more people flock to Backlund, it is destined to be impossible, unless the upper and lower houses can pass corresponding bills and directly make regulations." Benson spread his hands, pointed to the dining table and said, "Okay It’s time for us to welcome the New Year.”

There were three sets of knives and forks, three empty porcelain plates, and three cups on the dining table.

Among the three glasses, one is beer and two is ginger beer.

Their windows were closed, and it was dark outside, but Benson and Melissa didn't notice.

Night has enveloped the neighborhood where this house is located, but passers-by seem to be oblivious to the night sky here.

Stars hung high in the night sky, and ethereal and peaceful songs echoed. Creatures in the spiritual world were requiemed one by one until their spirits dissipated. Deliberate coincidences were detected and resisted. Many battles that were undetectable by mortals have come to an end.

The lady with eyes as bright as stars floated in mid-air, watching every move here.

After a long time, "Eye of the Goddess" spoke:

"Praise the goddess, Ince Zangwill really took action against the family members of Mr. Klein Moretti, one of Tingen's guardians."

Sost's figure emerged from the dark corner. There were a lot of injuries on his body, but they were not serious.

He reported calmly:

"All the spirits summoned by Ince Zangwill have been wiped out."

Da, da, the Necromancer Daly appeared next to him with blue eye shadow and bunted hair. She is always smiling now, and there is a silver ring at the root of the ring finger of her right hand, with a circle of spells engraved on it, and her left hand brushes over it from time to time.

"I have completed all my channelings and confirmed that this is the end of today's attack," she said.

"However, tomorrow will come again soon. We need to hurry up and move the Moretti family."

After that, she looked at the wall on the other side and said with a smile, "Tomorrow will be your home court."

"Eye of the Goddess" Ilia also looked there. Her voice was ethereal and contained a strong sense of tranquility: "Leonard Mitchell, their tickets have been set for the day after tomorrow. You have to go with them and protect them." Their safety will help them reach Backlund safely and under the gaze of the goddess."

"We will hide in the dark, and you are their first line of defense."

"You once successfully prevented Ince Zangwill's conspiracy. Your own special characteristics will also cause you to become his primary target."

The dark shadow hidden at the base of the wall shook, and a young man in black clothes with blood-red gloves on his hands came out.

Leonard set foot on the land of Tingen after a long absence. He glanced at the window of Moretti's house not far away. He saw three glasses of drinks in the warm yellow light. After seeing the smile and toast, he showed a look of disappointment. Brother and sister of the lustful Klein, he felt that there was a heavy burden on his shoulders, and his eyes were as determined as ever.

"I'm willing to risk my life to protect the hero's family."

Leonard solemnly drew a red moon on his chest: "Praise the goddess!"

Everyone said in unison: "Praise the goddess!"

TBC

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"Thank you, great 'mentor'! My red wine fish is actually completed. It is genetically stable, reproducible, nutritious, and does not pose a threat to other species. Its growth cycle is very short, and it can be used for long-distance travel." One of the rations!”

"It's just that the captain is not very happy. It doesn't matter. Everyone is very happy for my success. It's just that they always seem to be unable to control the cooking heat and burn my fish to ashes every time."