I, the final BOSS of the beta test server!

How many grains of sand are contained in the entire Mitro River?

The cult leader was stunned again.

He had never thought about this question. Hundreds of thousands, millions... No, it seemed to be far more than that, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions?

"The number of the 'great thousand worlds' I just mentioned is as numerous as the grains of sand in the Metropolitan River."

"And the 'Infinite Land', which contains a myriad of worlds as numerous as the grains of sand in the mitre river, was created by our Lord."

Rast's voice became pious again: "He is the Lord who created everything, the omniscient and omnipotent God of gods, and the source of all greatness."

“He is One and All, the Beginning and the End.”

"He is higher than the starry sky, and more eternal than the sun. He is both a moment and eternity."

“He is the starting point and end point of all things. All souls in the world will eventually return to His embrace.”

His eyes were clear: "When we walk in this world, it is as if we are walking in His kingdom."

"The Lord I believe in is such a great being."

"A heretic like you who has never been bathed in the glory of the Lord, even if you use all your energy to imagine—"

"But with your limited knowledge and brainpower, the exaggerated and flattering words you have come up with are not even a fraction of the true majesty of our Lord."

“You have not believed in our Lord, so you see Him as a frog in a well sees the moon.”

"And if you believe in our Lord, you will see Him as a mayfly sees the sky."

Last looked down at the cult leader in front of him, who was in a trance and in a state of dismay, with a solemn and majestic look.

"How dare someone as shallow as you call yourself one of our Lord's favorites!"

Chapter 201: Cult Leader: There are cows, there are cows! (Two in One)

"I……"

The cult leader stumbled back a bit.

He subconsciously wanted to argue, but he couldn't form a complete sentence.

The small thousand worlds, the middle thousand worlds, the great thousand worlds, the boundless lands… The endless and infinitely stacked concepts extended infinitely in his mind in the form of exponentials, like layers of staircases, causing his thinking to stagnate.

There is also the issue raised by the other party - the number of grains of sand in the Mitropolitan River.

As the largest river in the Western Continent, the residents of Deep Blue Harbor on the Metro River see it every day and are very familiar with it.

However, how many people have ever imagined how many grains of sand are deposited in the riverbed of the Mitro River?

Hundreds of millions, billions, tens of billions, hundreds of billions, trillions?

The cult leader gritted his teeth.

He found that he could no longer be led by the other party. If he continued to follow Last's ideas, he would only be in a passive position.

The only way to break out of this situation is to completely deny everything the other party says: "If what you say really exists, there is a so-called 'Infinite Land', and it was created by the Lord you believe in."

"Then let me ask you, what lies beyond that so-called 'Infinite Land'? What was the state of the entire world before the 'Infinite Land' came into being? And who was the ruler before the Infinite Land came into being?"

After saying this, the cult leader breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, he is the leader of a cult and has an extraordinary talent for preaching.

Although he was stunned by Last's theory of infinite stacking boxes, he quickly adjusted his state and launched a counterattack.

He directly used Last's box stacking and nesting doll theory in reverse, adding another layer of dolls outside what Last called the "infinite land".

You say that your Lord created the "Infinite Land." Then what is beyond the "Infinite Land"? What was there before the "Infinite Land" was created? What is beyond that?

And after the cult leader raised such a question, if Rast continued to stack the boxes - and created the words of small infinite land, medium infinite land, and large infinite land.

Although this nesting doll cycle can continue, it is inevitable that it will lose in this theological debate, or the battle of boasting.

However, facing the cult leader's questioning, Rast just smiled.

"I do not know."

You do not know?

The other party actually gave up like this?

The cult leader was stunned for a moment, but then he showed a look of satisfaction.

In such a heated debate, in his view, saying "I don't know" would be equivalent to admitting defeat.

However, Rast's words did not pause for a moment because of the cult leader's ecstasy, but immediately sounded again.

"Master, have you ever seen... an iceberg?"

"iceberg?"

The cult leader was slightly stunned.

Deep Blue Port is located in the subtropics, so there is naturally no chance of seeing icebergs. However, it is already the steam age, and the speed of information dissemination has been rapidly improved compared to the Middle Ages. Therefore, the cult leader can still understand the word "iceberg".

It was a huge block of ice floating on the ocean in the frigid zone of the Far North.

"Because of its density, only a tenth of the iceberg floating in the Frigid Ocean actually appears above water."

"So, no matter how hard the sailors on the deck looked, the part of the iceberg they saw above the water was just a tiny, insignificant corner."

"It may look like just an insignificant piece of ice, but beneath the surface, there could be a massive monster lurking."

"However, those who can only observe from the deck, no matter how hard they try to imagine the full picture of the iceberg, are only seeing the leopard through a tube, like the blind men touching the elephant. They will never know the full picture of the iceberg."

Rast paused for a moment and said, "And the Lord I believe in is the same way."

He coldly surveyed the cult leader before him: "Whether it's 'galaxy,' 'super star cluster,' 'the universe,' or 'the boundless land,' these terms are definitions created by humans and are concepts that can be understood by humans."

"But how can a being as great and vast as our Lord be conceived or understood by insignificant humans like us?"

"Even though everything I've just said is full of praise, it's like sailors only seeing the tip of an iceberg, never being able to see the whole thing. Everything I've described is but a tiny glimpse of the true power of our Lord."

"It was only after we, with our limited human perspective and knowledge, forcibly twisted, misinterpreted, and took it out of context... that we reduced it to a concept that we could barely understand."

"And the true Lord is an existence that humans can never fathom."

Luster paused for a moment.

“He is beyond all matter, all meaning, all concepts, all spirit and language.”

"He is the cause of all effects, and the effect of all causes. He has long since traveled back in time and set foot on the most ancient roots, so He has never been weak."

“He encompasses all possibilities in the world, encompassing the past, present, and future, encompassing the beginning and the end… He is omniscient, omnipresent, and omnipotent. Anything that is logically and causally contradictory can simultaneously hold true in Him.”

“He is unfathomable and unsearchable…There is no way to observe or describe Him; to speak of Him would be wrong, to think of Him would be absurd.”

"The true Lord does not need faith, nor does He need our worship, much less so-called blood sacrifices."

His tone rose slightly: "And in the mortal world we live in, in the reality we inhabit, our Lord is merely an insignificant side profile and projection of His true form—"

"That's why we can sense the Lord's presence, why we can pray to Him, and why we have so-called holy objects and divine revelations... And even just one aspect of the Lord's projection into the mortal world is enough to consume the lifelong efforts of humanity's wisest sages to comprehend and seek."

[666, I didn't expect this activity to be played this way.]

How did he come up with this rhetoric? Small Thousand Worlds, Medium Thousand Worlds, Great Thousand Worlds… Even I’m almost dizzy from hearing it all.

[This should be a rhetoric that stitches together the religious system, but I have never heard of such a religious theory before.]

Look at those cultists nearby. They look at him as if they are looking at the Son of God.

[At this rate, I feel like this little mink candy is really likely to get a very high rating—directly turning himself into a cult leader, how much of a change would this make to the original plot?]

The only problem is that Little Mink has been operating within the cult's territory the entire time, constantly exposed to the contaminant. He could be forced to log out of "Poem of the Shore Keeper" at any moment due to low mental status.

[Even if the plot is modified to a greater degree, if he doesn't survive long enough, it will probably be difficult for him to reach the top of the rankings.]

Lines of barrage flew by quickly.

And in the live broadcast room——

"I I I I..."

The cult leader stumbled back again.

He originally thought that he had finally mastered Last's routine and words, and the two would continue to chase each other in the race of nesting dolls and stacking boxes, you put a doll up and I stack a box up.

However, he didn't expect that the reason why Last had taken the initiative to retreat before was to prepare a big move at this moment.

It's like two people arguing about who has higher combat power. Originally, they were still arguing about who has greater destructive power. You destroyed a street, I destroyed a city, and he destroyed a country...

But halfway through the conversation, someone suddenly said that His power could no longer be described in human terms, that it was unknowable and indescribable, so any argument we make now is wrong, and any guess we make is absurd.

How can we talk about this?

There's no way to talk about this at all!

The other team completely killed the game.

And the most important thing is to listen to Rast's explanation of our Lord.

The cult leader himself felt that his three views had been completely cleansed by the other party.

My past understanding of the Lord was so superficial that I actually tried to use human language and words to describe a great existence that transcends all concepts and cause and effect.

Compared to the Lord described by Last, the god he had believed in in the past seemed to have suddenly become inferior, completely unworthy of the great person who transcended everything described by the other party, and did not meet the definition of a true Lord.

For a moment, even the cult leader himself began to doubt his life.

He was thinking about a possibility—

Is it possible that the other party is indeed the one favored by the true Lord... and that I am just a liar who has been bewitched by a despicable false god and is deceiving others?

However, the cult leader has been in contact with pollutants for the longest time and his spirit has been most severely corrupted, so his belief in the evil god will not be easily shaken.

Therefore, the self-doubt that just flashed through his mind only for a moment.

The cult leader looked at Last who was standing in front of him with a look of compassion, then looked at the traitorous believers who were watching him hungrily from behind, as well as the diehards beside him who were also showing signs of wavering after hearing Last's words, and his face was solemn.

He knew that he had already lost this theological debate, completely defeated, and there was no possibility of a comeback.

If he continued to bewitch himself like this, it wouldn't be long before these steadfast loyalists around him would waver and turn to the other side.

However, I still have one last chance to prove my identity.

"You said earlier that I was a liar who stole the Lord's holy things and used the Lord's name to deceive people, right?"

The cult leader stared at Rast fiercely. "So, my identity as a follower may be fake, but the Lord's holy relic is real, right?"

"of course."

Luster nodded calmly.

"Okay, you said it yourself."

The cult leader looked fierce.

He took out a small box from his arms and opened it.

Inside the wooden box is a black iron sculpture.

This is the evil god's pollutant and the culprit behind the Deep Blue MTR Cross Plague.

[Oh my god, they actually took this thing out.]

[As far as I can remember, no one has ever successfully obtained this contaminant in any of the previous limited-time event challenges—even if they managed to break into the cult's base camp, the cult leader would always actively destroy it before they could succeed.]

Lines of barrages floated by.

All players know that this evil god sculpture, as the evil god's sacred object and also the origin of the Iron Cross Plague, must be a very important mission prop in the entire Deep Blue Harbor event.

If you can get this key item, your final clearance score will definitely be greatly increased.

But unfortunately, so far, no one has successfully obtained this evil god sculpture.

First of all, this sculpture is kept closely by the cult leader. In order to obtain it, one must break through the entire cult's base camp.

Even if the players contacted the Deep Blue Harbor Police Department and successfully achieved this with the help of the police, the cult leader would definitely take the initiative to destroy the pollutant and not leave it to the enemy when he knew that the situation was hopeless.

Therefore, even though everyone knew its importance, no one among the tens of millions of players of "Poem of the Shore Keeper" was able to get it during the three-month limited-time event.

However, at this moment——

The cult leader actually took out the pollutant on his own initiative and showed it to the player named "Little Mink Gummy".

"The Lord's holy objects are also the embodiment of the Lord's will."