Secret: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

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After saying that, the True Creator looked at the Outer God, who was unchanged from the day before, and asked:

"Where have you been during this time?"

"I walked around here for a few times without disturbing you and your followers, so I came over to take a look at this old city."

Edward said in a relaxed tone, his eyes sweeping over the old and faded remains of the city below. The perfectly preserved city buildings were as exquisite as exquisite models, as if they were the remains of civilization in his own Kingdom of God, which made him a little ready to move. .

Just like a collector seeing his favorite type of artifact, this old city that is preserved as completely as possible and fully expresses the erosion of time is the most perfect souvenir.

"Don't even think about it." The True Creator saw the outer god's thoughts.

"Then don't make such a big fuss when we fight."

Edward reluctantly moved his eyes away from the old city, and couldn't help but mutter: "You guys, there are very few things from the past on this earth. This is the best preserved part before the destruction, and the rest is just Went to dig at the bottom of the sea.”

"Under the sea." The True Creator frowned slightly, "Those drilling platforms..."

"They are called 'deep sea wells' in maritime legends." Edward joked, "Many pirates have seen them, but they said there is an inexplicable attraction in them, so some people think there may be something hidden in the giant wells. What an extraordinary item.”

The True Creator snorted from his nose, turned around, and walked along the top of the rift valley toward the end of the old city.

"Isn't the thing inside that the 'Sea of ​​Chaos'?"

"It occupies the center of the earth and pollutes the source of oil. It obviously symbolizes omniscience and omnipotence, but it slows down the development of technology."

"Omniscient and omnipotent has nothing to do with sheep."

Edward followed him and joked as he walked: "Perhaps for people in your world, there is no civilization. People believe devoutly from birth, pray devoutly, devote their lives to their beliefs and then die. Such a society is the most beautiful. ?The ignorant are always happy.”

The True Creator doesn’t even want to look back at Him:

"Are you still helping me stabilize my humanity?"

"You can understand it that way." The Outer God replied with deep understanding, "The more human you are, the better it is for me. We are on the same page now, and I will definitely do my best to help you become the main personality of God."

When He said this, the True Creator had no idea to refute, so he replied casually:

"Then the kind of social structure you mentioned is naturally possible when there is a god."

"oh?"

"When gods exist, gods also become objective reality. Of course, they must be combined and analyzed together." The real creator slowed down and waited for Edward to catch up with him, only two steps away from him, and then continued in a very academic atmosphere, "Judging from Anchor's impression of God, it is beneficial to both parties to develop more productive forces and allow humans to continue to multiply and increase their numbers. However, Anchor's power is always limited, and humans cannot continue to multiply indefinitely. Now there are so many The purpose of breeding some humans is actually to have more room for activities.”

"You are right, but I think that allowing the humans in your territory to enjoy the convenience of extraordinary productivity is actually just your own selfishness as a human being." Edward said thoughtfully, "This behavior has a negative impact on your humanity. In fact, it has no effect. When you obtain Intis and become the sun, the anchor of the entire country's population has already had the greatest impact on you."

"Yes, it's just my selfishness."

"Because as a human being, I hope to see a better world, where pain is eliminated, people live and work in peace and contentment, and children can read and play freely without having to sweep chimneys, do child labor, or put on military uniforms early. Sent to war.”

Edward thought about the other person's words and felt that the true Creator's words were not only about the concepts in the old era, but also about the current society.

"Do you only have this idea in the Northern Continent?"

"We have this idea for both the Southern Continent and the Eastern Continent."

The true Creator looked into the distance, occasionally lowering his head, looking at the remains of the old cities in the rift valley that were gradually covered by the diffuse fog. His voice was steady and without any waves: "When the people of Intis praised the Creator, I seemed to see The people of the Eastern Continent in the Third Age. They warned me not to repeat the same mistakes again, and not to slaughter humans in the name of salvation... But I have always coveted other countries and other continents. I saw the influence of other gods. The church and other countries of God will have irritability and disdain in their hearts. I think they are not as good as me. Only in my hands can human beings truly use the productivity of extraordinary abilities to live a happy life."

"But when I think about it, isn't this still herding sheep?"

"If this matter falls on the head of the giant dragon, it means that the dragon rules the earth. If it falls on the head of the giant, it means that the giant civilization is prosperous. If I help mankind take care of everything in every detail, then the beautiful life of mankind will actually have nothing to do with mankind. relation."

He clicked his tongue, a little frustrated.

"Probably it's enough for human beings to live a happy life. At least, being able to pursue material abundance is the dream of countless people." Edward comforted him, "Maybe it's just your personal heroism. Who hasn't dreamed of saving the world? Well, if your God doesn’t save the world, then I will wonder if there is something wrong with your thinking.”

The True Creator looks at Him.

"Edward Vaughn has done it too," Waishen said. "He had this dream when he was still in junior school. He saw a classmate being bullied because of his appearance, so he thought about how to help him for a long time. Later, he dreamed and hoped... able to resolve all disputes.”

"Then, did he help?"

"I helped," Edward said. "When that classmate was bullied again, I lifted the chair and threw it over. Then he was fined and wrote a self-criticism for fighting, and he became good friends with that classmate."

The image of the outer god gradually overlapped with this description, and the true creator was silent for a second: "According to the principle that the more similar it is, the easier it is to accommodate, it seems that there is really no reason why you would get this identity."

"Each other."

"No matter what, we must open up the people's wisdom...A specific analysis of specific events. Since God has become an objective reality, it is impossible to completely remove God. I have to think of a way to come up with a correct education system so that human beings can Being able to regard the 'extraordinary' as a 'strength that one can rely on' allows people not to be trapped by the extraordinary, but to use the extraordinary to continuously develop new things for a better world..."

Edward nodded: "I think your idea is good, but why do you give me the feeling that you are saying your last words?"

"If I was the only outsider next to you when you were saying your last words, then it would be too sad for you to mess around."

"Ha ha."

The extra emotion in the heart of the true Creator immediately disappeared without a trace. He no longer tried to speak, nor did he try to express the words he didn't know who to say to. It's a pity that the Outer God has always been interested in Earth's civilization. When Klein gradually understands his good intentions, he can try to chat with Klein, provided that by then, he still wants to chat. .

The ground underfoot is black, and the world in the rift is gray, like a contrasting landscape.

Before dawn, they approached a building buried in the dust of history.

This huge off-white building has no doors and is relatively square as a whole, like a huge coffin.

Edward frowned. At such a close distance, he gradually felt the spirituality and oppression from the "Sea of ​​Chaos". The symbol of the pillar-level old days was like a windless sea, slowly undulating under the building in front of him. The pace couldn't help but slow down a little.

"Like a cocoon."

“The cocoon that gave birth to God.”

"It's a shelter, it's a cage, it's also a coffin." The True Creator took over the other person's words. He walked slowly into the front of this huge building. The memories that had been buried for thousands of years struggled to break through the dust. Like faded old photos, they appeared in the mind of the Creator, "I remember that in the beginning, this was just a research institute. Oil came out of dry oil fields again, but the research did not go well. One day, a researcher turned into oil... …Looking back now, it was because it was digested by the gradually activated source matter.”

"What research have you done here?"

Edward asked curiously: "Were you selected by the 'Sea of ​​Chaos' while you were doing research? The 'Sea of ​​Chaos' only took you away, or did it contaminate many people, but in the end only you stood out? Are you a geological researcher?" ? Or a scientist?"

"I can't remember, maybe."

The True Creator frowned slightly. He found a familiar heavy iron door and put his hand on it. Golden light flashed, the concept of blockade was lifted, the iron door slowly opened halfway, and the true creator stepped in.

Edward thought for a few seconds and then walked in. After entering, he closed the iron door weakly, isolating the interaction between inside and outside.

There were some items scattered around, tables and chairs were overturned, and there were many signs of damage and destruction. It seemed that some riots had occurred. But the items that fell on the ground had long since been eroded and lost their shape. They were piled together like a pile of ashes. A burst of air from the outside blew over, and these guns, ornaments and items were wiped out, leaving only an outline.

Suddenly, he noticed a strange thing, a flat piece of human skin hiding in the shadow under the table, with curly black hair and a wide forehead. There seemed to be no flesh and blood in it, like a leather case that had leaked. It was really invisible to the naked eye. .

"Is there also Amon here?" He looked at the back of the true Creator.

"Probably he was sent to guard it." The True Creator glanced at the leather-covered Amon.

The flat body of the leather-covered Amon immediately swelled up as if it was inflated. He crawled out from the shadow under the table and looked at the true creator and then at Edward with curious eyes, with both hostility and curiosity in his eyes. After confirming that the true Creator had no ill intentions towards Him, he immediately retreated, found a distant corner inside the building to hide, and observed in secret.

The true creator has no intention of explaining to the other party. If he really wants to explain, he has to explain it to Amon's true form, not to a clone.

They continued to walk forward, passing through the long corridor, and the world in front of them suddenly opened up.

There is a huge hole in the research institute, and part of the ground collapsed into the ground. It is so dark and deep that there is no end in sight. Faintly, there seemed to be countless shouts coming from the depths of the earth, directly ringing in the mind of the true Creator.

Edward stopped talking. He stood next to the wreckage a little further away from the cavity and found a place to sit down.

"The day I came out of here, I had a feeling that I would always come back here."

The dome of the institute was towering. The True Creator touched his pocket and placed the only cross he carried on the edge of the cliff. Step by step, he approached the huge hole that seemed to go straight to the center of the earth without looking back.

He felt as if he had returned to that day countless years ago. The earth shook and the sky collapsed. He came here under the influence of something unknown. Then the world beneath his feet collapsed. He fell into the invisible sea and waited until the red moon. It was only when I was hanging in the sky that I slowly woke up.

In this way, under God's arrangement, he was deprived of the right to sleep in ignorance and eternal sleep with his family.

Those fates that I don't care about... but can't get rid of.

Behind Him, the Declined King took out his Bible and recited in a low voice in a language that humans could not understand but could understand its meaning:

“As soon as he came up from the sea, he saw the heavens being torn apart, and the Holy Spirit driving Jesus into the wilderness to baptize people.”

At this point, are you still trying to use language to fix your cognition and make some differences appear between me and God? The real creator had an inexplicable idea that "outer gods are quite reliable" and said half-jokingly: "Aren't you being tested by the devil?"

"You have passed the devil's trial." The devil said, "No one in this world can stop you, except yourself."

"I hope so."

These are the final words. He took a decisive step forward and fell towards the deepest part of the darkness.

In the trance, there seemed to be hymns like chants playing, and the souls were singing in ancient languages. In the bottomless darkness and chaos, a light that reflected all things suddenly lit up, like the sun rising in the abyss. .

"I still hope you can win." Edward said.

Turning his eyes, he saw half of his head sticking out of the corridor. The Amon pushed up his monocle and stared at the sun-drenched dome, as if he was seeing an extremely distant memory.

…

In Backlund.

At the same moment when the sun fell into the center of the earth, the noon sunlight outside seemed to dim a bit and suddenly lost its temperature.

George III was sitting on the terrace enjoying his afternoon tea, with the royal family's top servants serving beside him. A paper figure with simple facial features was sitting on the opposite chair, and they were admiring Backlund, which could be overlooked from the terrace. Cityscape.

A gust of wind blew, and the message reached the ears of George III.

He raised his brows, and still gracefully skimmed off the tea leaves with the lid of the cup, and slowly placed it on the tray. The servant next to him immediately came up with a look and added hot water to the king's tea cup.

"Sir Zaratul, how many people can your miracle transfer at once?" George III looked at the scenery of Backlund and asked the paper man opposite him casually.

The paper man swayed as if being blown by the wind, the horizontal line of his mouth turned into an arc like a smile, and an old voice came out:

"If it is the army that your Majesty has prepared, there will be no problem at all."

"Such a small request does not require consuming a wish from the 'Wishing Lamp'."

George III smiled, made a gesture, and dismissed the servants. He stood up, turned his back to the table and chair, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"Then, let's get started."

The paper man raised his two "hands" and patted them gently.

Taking this as a signal, the surrounding environment suddenly changed. Countless bright color blocks overlapped and disappeared. One second, they were still in the palace, and the next second they had arrived at a square with people coming and going, with countless students and professors. Holding books, or sitting on benches and flower beds in the square, having intense academic discussions, reading books alone, or playing musical instruments or painting in the corner.

This is the capital of Lundborg, the university town of the god of knowledge and wisdom.

It is full of humanistic atmosphere, and everyone is on the path of pursuing knowledge and pursuing truth, regardless of age and gender.

In a residential area far away from the university town, an old man with a white beard who was sitting on a bridge and dozing off at his fortune-telling stall suddenly opened his eyes. In extreme panic, he overturned the stall in front of him, and various ritual ornaments were scattered. One place.

The student who was lying on the table writing his graduation thesis on astrology was startled and stared blankly at the professor who had always been at ease with him.

Then, he grabbed the student next to him and flashed hundreds of meters away at an unprecedented high speed.

The magic of countless secret peepers was unleashed, and the mysterious reappearance of "Magical Taibo" acted on the old man's legs. The old man ran a very long distance in the blink of an eye, and those who passed by could only see a strange feeling. wind of.

"Professor! Professor!" The student's face was deformed by the oncoming strong wind, and he shouted loudly, "What happened!"

"Don't worry about what happened, it's a disaster, a huge disaster! The black shadow has swallowed this place... It's still too late to run away now!"

A few blocks behind them, George III suddenly appeared here. Before these people wearing brass jewelry and amulets could clearly see the appearance of the person who suddenly appeared, more and more people appeared out of thin air. They wore uniform uniforms and held sophisticated weapons in their hands. Their hawk-like eyes swept over the bodies of these scholars of different ages, as cold and ruthless as if they were looking at corpses.

In an instant, George III and his royal guards appeared in distant Lemberg, the capital of Lemberg!

Suddenly, the sky darkened, the wind howled, lightning flashed and thunder, and there seemed to be countless stars twinkling outside the thick clouds. The two gods shrouded the entire capital of Lomborg in darkness. Those who wanted to shout trembled in fear and lowered their heads in fear.

"Shouldn't you fight with the Archbishop and the others!" The student was so frightened that he screamed, "Can you please let me go home? My sister and mother are still at home! They are still waiting for me to come home to them. Bringing cake!”

"It's too late, sorry...it's too late!"

"It's useless to call anyone in this situation now, and it's too late to call the Angel of Temperance... I hope we can run out!"

The old professor rushed out, and a huge thunder suddenly flashed across the sky, and the roar of the explosion almost deafened their ears. The old professor did not dare to look back, but the student he was holding in his hand was blinded by lightning for several seconds.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously, and when his vision returned, his pupils suddenly shrank.

The white tower standing high in the university town, a tower symbolizing knowledge, an academic holy place that preserves countless knowledge, the center of Lundborg, the temple of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom——

——Under the gaze of thunder and starlight, it suddenly tilted to one side and began to slowly collapse from top to bottom.

TBC

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It feels like there are always various reasons that prevent me from updating properly. I will definitely do it tomorrow!

As an aside, the secret fandom is quarreling these days, from meager quarrels to lofter quarrels to Green River quarrels. It’s so exciting, so exciting.