They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 365 Tomb buried in yellow sand
  [Awakening the mentor may not be as simple as deducing a meme, and it is even more difficult to awaken and take him away from the eyes of so many investigators and containment objects in Clanbea.

So my dear Lord, do you really not consider borrowing my strength?
  Let's wake up the Black Pharaoh together, or kill him and annex his power and authority. By then, anything we can do will be easy. 】

[Is that your true body? 】

This was the first time for Riya to hear the names of their entities.

[It’s just an incarnation of the real body. In the final analysis, we can only try our best to awaken a few more incarnations to increase our combat power. The real body is busy sleeping and has no time to care about things here. 】

[They are busy sleeping again. What makes them so keen on sleeping? 】

[Who in the world doesn’t like to sleep comfortably and undisturbed? 】

Hephaestus kept silent on the answer to this question, but continued the topic just now, his tone revealing confusion.

[As long as you are willing, we can also seize the power of the Black Pharaoh, and you still don’t have to pay any price. As a dependent, you should pay these for the supreme faith]

[Do you have a grudge against your body? 】

[No, I just think it’s interesting to do this. Think about it, wouldn’t it be interesting if my body suddenly woke up one day and found that I had nothing left?
  As the godhead itself, you should not waste your talents. If I were you, I would directly steal the authority of the shining sun, steal his followers, and let him try what it feels like to never wake up again]

Riya disagreed.

【If this was so easy, you wouldn't be just a clone now】

[So what are your intentions? 】

【…】

Riya was silent for a moment and decided to ignore him and send him away. These clones would never do good things every time they came.

With great power comes great responsibility. Ria didn't believe that Hephaestus would really be so kind. From the fact that he wanted to plant an idiot meme for him before, it can be seen that godhead is a very important thing, and now once godhead is available Self-awareness is out of everyone's control.

If it was just an unconscious godhead, Ria guessed that it would absorb many authorities and then be swallowed up by someone, helping someone to be promoted to godhood on the spot.

But now that Riya's consciousness is integrated with the godhead, it is impossible for him to make those people's fantasies come true. Just acting as the Lord of Trade is troublesome enough. The calls of those believers are passed into Shival's mind from time to time, making it impossible for him to realize it. Smart heads add insult to injury.

If all the old powers were stolen, Ria wouldn't know what the godhead would be like. Anyway, there was a high probability that he would die, and Shivall would be twisted into a weirder creature.

[Listen, Heffy, this matter needs to be carefully considered. Of course, it's not that it can't be done, we can't do it, but that everyone needs to discuss it further.

There is no specific saying about whether something can be done, what will happen if it can be done, and what will happen if it cannot be done. The critical moment also depends on the critical moment and the key person, and the key person among them——]

Hephaestus waited patiently for a long time while listening to Riya's deception, and suddenly found that there was no more words coming from the other side.

The Faceless God had long since stopped transmitting messages. It was obvious that he did not want to go to the desert with them to wake up the Black Pharaoh sleeping on the yellow sand.

"...There is not enough time. If we don't seize the time, the clones will die."

There was no smile on Hephaestus' face for a long time. He stood there for a moment: "Once He wakes up, we will return to His body, which is death. In order to prevent this from happening, it is better to strike first." good."

"Kill the Black Pharaoh in advance, and we can become the real body. No, no, there are only a few clones that can really survive."

He stretched out his hand and observed his palm for a moment. The wind blew by, bringing a wisp of yellow sand to fall on his palm.

The next second, the man clenched his fist, opened his five fingers, palm downwards, and let the sand dissipate.

There are some lives that have been given the name suffix of Hephaestus since the emergence of consciousness.

They don't know why this is, but these consciousnesses understand that they are a clone of someone who cannot be mentioned, and the meaning of existence is to find an opportunity to awaken him and then be swallowed by it.

At that time, the memories of the clones will all become the memories of the original body, and the value of their existence will completely disappear.

Some of these clones have thought about the meaning of their own existence.

They play various roles, such as teachers, students, miners, parents, chefs... and their birth is meaningless. After death, they only allow the main body to add some memories of the outside world. This is incomprehensible to the clones. thing.

Until one day, they heard the main body talking in sleep, which was indeed sleep talking, because the current main body was obviously still in deep sleep.

The voice told them - you can all be counted as me, and when you walk on the earth, it is equivalent to me walking on this land step by step.

You are the messengers of the Fan God, which itself means absolute nobility. If you feel that you have no value, then create value for yourself.

Let this world be in your name——

In the Guendrean language, "Hephaesgatu" means "great chaos."

[getting confused]

God's ravings awakened the clones from their dreams. They seemed to finally understand the meaning of their existence. Some clones went out to find the source of the plague and let it be contaminated, and then suffered from contamination disease.

Some of them wanted to become disordered, but the plague doctors beat them up whenever they saw them. As a result, these people had nowhere to go and decided to form their own churches.

One day, a clone named Ga En sat in front of everyone, holding a pure white mask in one hand and a colored pen in the other, as if he wanted to add some different colors to the mask.

"What kind of mask do you think makes us unique? Pure red? Or pure gold..."

"I think the eyes must have large lines."

“Wrinkles on your face make you look better!”

"Draw it green, like a vine!"

"I beg to differ, I think roses can highlight the romanticism."

"How about we draw shit."

"Who turned the dog into a clone and let it in? Throw it out!"

"..."

Although everyone is a clone of the same entity, they can never be unified on one thing.

In the end, Ga En gave each of them a mask and asked them to draw the faces they wanted. After everyone finished drawing, he announced that all the works were invalid.

That person simply threw away the masks of the others and reissued pure white masks.

"The meaning of this mask is to tell you that no matter what kind of independent thoughts you have, you have to hide them, and you must ultimately listen to me.

In fact, I have always thought that our church is missing something, so from now on, I will be your leader. ” ˆ ˆ It doesn’t matter what kind of independent thoughts you have. In the end, these thoughts will become blank, because their existence is just a ray of consciousness of the ontology. Who would care about the thoughts of a clone.

Ga En's act of claiming to be the leader of the church was quickly opposed by everyone. They fought, and the fight was very fierce. Some people came to watch their fight, and then they were assimilated into new clones by the clones.

Those clones continued to spend chaotic days like this. Sometimes they didn't understand why they did what they did, but the main body said it was right.

"Is it really right?"

“We can’t always listen to Him, we should have our own opinions.”

So for their own opinions, these clones found a new belief——

They carved a statue of a god called the Faceless One and began to worship him as their leader. They followed other believers in praying to God every day and praying for freedom, but many people did not understand what freedom was.

The idol gradually gained self-awareness and seemed to become a real god. The clones were happy and continued to offer sacrifices to Him.

That day, they learned some bad news.

The god they believe in, the faceless god, is also a clone of the original body.

His clones seemed to be everywhere, and it seemed like a bad joke played by the original body on them, but the Hephaestus collapsed on the spot. They smashed the idols, and then looked at each other displeased and laughed wildly. Then he started killing other clones randomly.

If possible, they don't want to play the game of "you are me, I am me, I am you" every day. They imagine that normal people know nothing, and only those who know nothing are the happiest.

Idiots are the happiest.

The body is right, sometimes if they don't vent their inner irritability, these people will really go crazy, even though they are always a group of lunatics who should be cut to pieces in the eyes of everyone.

Later, their scale grew and their ideas became more and more extreme.

Instead of awakening the true body, they had a new idea.

Kill and replace the original body.

It seemed difficult to replace him, until one day, Gaan Hephesgetu discovered Riya.

……

"Since sometimes a whim comes up, how about just having an experience of just doing it."

"Anyway, there are many of us, and one of the clones has already found the tomb of the Black Pharaoh——"

They really want to try, without resorting to the power of the godhead, whether their current clones can pose a threat to the corrupt king.

Gods are invincible. Everyone seems to be overwhelmed by this deep-rooted thought, but if you don't even have the idea of ​​trying, then you are a real coward.

Even if the cost is death, the clones still want to kill the gods. They have sufficient escape routes. There are many of them and they have occupied the bodies of many powerful patients. There is no reason why they cannot succeed.

People who truly cause chaos are never afraid to engage in any chaotic behavior.

The body of the Pharaoh in the tomb has long since become worse than before, even worse than a rusty machine. He is now a mummy, and now this mummy is pitifully locked in a stone chamber full of poisonous gas. Surrounded by venomous snakes and surprisingly large beetles.

But at this time, a man wearing a gas mask had already put his hand close to the Pharaoh's sarcophagus. He spent a lot of effort to get here. As a patient of Meme [-], those useless bugs were not worth mentioning in front of him.

Serge adjusted the flashlight on his hat, and then opened the sarcophagus, but to his surprise, there was nothing inside.

Suddenly, his eyes widened. While he was hesitating, there were already groups of mummy corpses coming towards him from behind.

They were the burial attendants of the Pharaoh, and now they have been affected by unknown pollution and turned into extraordinary creatures.

"Tick."

A drop of liquid fell on Serge Hephaestus' mask. He stretched out his hand to wipe it and found that the liquid was red.

Suddenly, Serge looked up and saw a scene he would never forget.

The masonry above it was constantly squirming like internal organs, and some red liquid gushed out from time to time.

When those liquids are contaminated with other objects, they will corrode them like strong acid, but they will not hurt the roaring toothless mummies, scarabs or poisonous snakes.

The poisonous gas here is getting thicker and thicker, and the surrounding walls automatically open holes one after another, and water flows directly into them. At this time, the stone chamber has been sealed.

"It's like a huge stomach used for digestion... Hahaha, hahahahahaha, if it's really so easy to deal with, then it's not Him."

"Even in his deep sleep, this monster still has such a good appetite."

Serge dodged the weapon thrown by the mummy soldier, grabbed the spear with his backhand, and pierced it directly into the wall nearby. Not surprisingly, he saw more red stomach acid gushing out.

The stomach acid carried a strong stench. If Serge's mask hadn't been corrosive, he would probably have retreated immediately because he couldn't stand the smell.

"You're so cruel, you won't even let yourself go."

He suddenly turned back and stared at the mummified soldiers, watching the soldiers' facial features melt and disappear little by little, and then started killing each other. Taking this opportunity, Serge took out the spear on the wall again, the expression behind the mask was extremely cold.

"It's normal to die after sleeping for such a long time, isn't it? King."

After his words fell, a loud noise suddenly came from the yellow sand outside the mausoleum. The sandstorm quickly raged, and a human-shaped outline several hundred meters long gradually appeared in its center.

The sand giant roared and stood up, shook twice, and slowly turned its attention to the triangular building. It was the crystallization of human civilization. It was a treasure of art that had been built bit by bit by countless laborers, and it was also the final destination of the royal family.

But the giant didn't hesitate. It roared, as if it wanted to vent all its dissatisfaction.

"Boom!!!"

The giant clenched his fist and smashed it angrily at the tomb. Suddenly, bricks flew everywhere, and Serge was able to see the light outside.

Since the body of the Black Pharaoh was not there, he planned to leave here, but just as he was fleeing, countless tentacles suddenly sprang out from the stomach-like stone chamber and rushed towards him.

"Get back!"

Serge waved his spear and cut off the tentacles directly, and the yellow sand giant also stretched out his hand to save it.

But just when he grabbed the giant's finger and was about to escape, a sigh seemed to echo in his ears. The sound was like a death knell coming from all directions. He could not escape at all, even if his eardrums were destroyed on the spot, it would be of no avail.

[I seem to be... dreaming about killing myself again]

(End of this chapter)