Come and connect with me!

Wuming looked at these ordinary people with longing and desire on their faces.

"Tell me the people you want to save, but don't mention too many. I don't know how far I can go. Also, if you tell me, I won't invest in the Rubik's Cube to save you. You can probably only survive in this world. Before I leave, I will tidy up this underground space so that it will be enough for you to survive normally. Please make your choice carefully."

Wuming said solemnly.

The three ordinary people looked at each other tremblingly, and then smiled.

Wuming wrote down the names and geographical locations of several people, took a deep breath, and the world suddenly stopped.

In other words, the world has never been still, but when Superman's thoughts began to exceed the world's reaction speed, the whole world became dull and slow. After realizing this, Wuming began a storm of thoughts in his brain, trying to conceive a novel with himself as the protagonist, and then he was surprised to find that in less than a second of external time, he could write 10 million words without any signs of getting stuck. Recalling the knowledge he had learned in the past, in just a moment, he felt that he had completely digested all the knowledge, and even wanted to invent something impatiently.

This is the ability of the super brain and his super speed to appear at the same time.

Wuming turned into a red light and arrived at Songyuan Chong's hometown in an instant. Fortunately, this was just a countryside with vast land and sparse population. The flaming sword did not fall directly, but only the aftermath of high temperature spread here, causing fire in the farmland and breaking the houses into pieces, but the damage was far less than that in the city.

Following the road signs, Wuming arrived in front of the house in a flash. His super vision penetrated the wall and saw the scene inside.

An elderly couple huddled together, holding their cell phones to make calls, but the Archangel was based on an island country, and the terrifying flaming sword was too hot. The satellites and a large number of signal towers above their heads were destroyed neatly. No matter how many times they called, they could not contact their son.

Wuming thought about it and decided not to bother explaining. He walked through the wall, took the two old men with him, and cleaned up all the things in the house. Just as he was about to leave, his super vision discovered a lot of people, both young and old.

Taking them away might not be a good thing.

Wuming took the old man outside the house, took a deep breath, and then blew out.

The breath turned into a cold current, passing through the farmland, spreading to the houses and the earth, and extinguishing the flames.

More than that, I can't do it.

Wuming took the old man with him and returned to the underground in the blink of an eye. He put the old man and the supplies on the ground and left again.

The old couple had just been in the countryside, but after a flash they found themselves underground and saw their own children, and they began to talk about their lives.

With a flashing red light, Wuming's super vision combined with super speed quickly rushed to the destination. On the way, if he met someone who could be saved, he would lend a helping hand.

Pull away the tall buildings that are crushing people, rescue the innocent people in the sea of ​​fire, dig up the ground, bring the unlucky people underneath to the surface, put out the fire with super breath, and melt the crumbling buildings with heat rays...

This series of work seems to be a lot, but surprisingly, Wuming does not feel tired at all. To him, rescuing these people's labor force is not as easy as clicking on the mobile phone to do a [one-click sweep], which is as easy as an ordinary person blinking his eyes.

When Wuming came to his senses, there were already quite a few people crammed underground. After some calculations, Wuming felt that he should be able to accommodate all of them, and the rest would be sent to places that would not be affected as much, and cooled down with super breathing.

Although Akashi said that this inferior [Godhead] was not perfect and was always losing power and being corrected by the world, for some reason, when Wuming was saving people, a strange feeling came over him, as if his power would never be exhausted, his speed was getting faster and faster, his strength was getting stronger, his perception was getting stronger, and he didn't know if he had absorbed the [Yellow Sun].

"almost."

Wuming whispered as he stood on the ground in the Arctic. Under the shining light, there was a human-shaped shadow in front of him.

"Don't do anything else?"

Three pairs of angry wings emerged behind the human-shaped shadow.

Chapter 183 re: Devil

Superman is very fast and has an incredibly strong reaction ability, even enough to catch light particles with his vision. Whether it is a hundred kilometers or a thousand kilometers, he can reach the destination in a flash. But Michael is not the boss in the game who stays stupidly in one place. He seems to have noticed all this earlier. When Wuming took Altair and Shinano away, he should have been confused. But afterwards, when Wuming frequently rescued humans, his senses became more and more acute for some reason, and he could vaguely sense a sense of being watched.

The strange thing is that this gaze does not contain any malice, it is just a thought.

But this kind of thinking will not last indefinitely. After Wuming has settled everything, he comes to the North Pole and, with mixed emotions, meets the angel of mercy who almost succeeded in destroying the world.

"Ah, Your Highness Wuming, it's been a long time."

His voice was clear and crisp, like that of an innocent boy who had not experienced much of the world. His appearance also changed into a handsome boy with blond hair. His eyes were crystal clear. He wore a loose and comfortable Greek-style robe. He walked barefoot on the white snow, and his crystal skin was purer than the snowflakes under his feet.

"You, you call me Your Highness?"

The tension made Wuming a little too sensitive, so much so that he felt a little strange when he heard the greeting from this god-like being. After all, when facing Altair, this seemingly kind archangel called him by his name very coldly.

"Of course, I was born from the thoughts of mortals and am the creation of the gods. However, the land of the gods is nothing more than a pastime in your eyes. Hmm, it has a score of 8.9 on station B, which doesn't seem to be a good pastime. The anime there has a big problem if it scores less than points."

The young Michael said gently.

"Wait, you, you can see my memories?"

Wuming subconsciously protected his chest. It was obviously funny for a muscular man to do this, so the young Michael laughed loudly.

"There is nothing new under the sun, Your Highness. God is omniscient and omnipotent. Godlike beings are omniscient and omnipotent. I am not reading memories. I just want to know, and I can know."

He continued, "Well, back to the question just now. If the creators of this world are regarded as gods, you are the god above the gods, and I am no different from a mortal. Gods created by mortals cannot escape the habits of mortals. In the minds of mortals, gods stand above humans. Therefore, Altair calls you His Highness. Of course, the same is true for all humans in this world. Even if we hate them, we still remember respect and etiquette. As for me, except for you, the observer, no one can be called [His Highness]."

He said this seriously, his eyes sparkling, and asked, "What are you going to do after you leave?"

"Uh, level up, then come back and kill you...ah, what the hell is going on!"

Wuming was halfway through his speech when he suddenly covered his mouth.

"Protection, justice, and judgment are all in the hands of Michael, and these duties must be free from lies. Of course, at the same time, I cannot betray my original intention."

The young Michael spoke calmly, as if he didn't take Wuming's words to heart at all.

"So what? What one thing did you do that was relevant to your job? Slice open a planet, boil an ocean, or just make a big hole?"

Unable to hide himself in front of the young Michael, Wuming could only tell the truth with an annoyed look on his face.

"Well, this is not difficult to understand, Your Highness Wuming. The existence of gods comes from illusory imagination. When a person feels pain, and this pain cannot be improved in reality, then he will fantasize about a being who is stronger, smarter, and kinder than himself, who can help him. Of course, it would be best if the fee is cheaper, or even free."

The godlike being calmly talked about the formation of God, while the other listener could only smile politely.

"A perfect person is a god. He who can do things that ordinary people cannot do is a god. He should have higher morals, be able to handle all problems, have no selfish feelings or desires, and at the same time, disdain things that ordinary people cherish. Therefore, all gods should have one thing, that is, immutability."

Young Michael smiled.

"Today, night and forever, it also means never changing. After all, it is too difficult for humans to remain unchanged. Many people will regret what they said the next second. No one will really worship such an existence."

He stretched out his hand and the flames turned into a crimson mirror before him, reflecting the ancient tome.

“In the Book of Daniel, Michael is friendly and kind, he fights against the prince of demons and helps Gabriel;

In the Book of Jude, Michael is a man of high virtue, and he does not belittle or slander his opponent as the devil;

In the Book of Revelation, Michael is extremely brave and defeats the serpent Satan, throwing him to the ground;

In the Book of Enoch, Michael holds a high position of power, is the ruler of the seventh heaven, and is the great king of heaven….”

He recited the stories from the scriptures with a cold tone as if he was telling someone else's story.

"You see, this is how humans hope for a perfect person to exist, to defeat the enemy, to have noble virtues, and to have a noble status. But when I came to this world, didn't I also act according to the responsibilities given by humans?"

In the crimson mirror, the ancient scroll dissipated, and human faces began to appear one after another.

"I can't stand it anymore. Why can those scumbags hold high positions? Isn't it all reported? After doing all the bad things, do they just need to bow and everything will be fine? This is not fair!" by the roaring middle-aged man.

"It was clearly my paper, but how did it suddenly become his work? I tried every way to get feedback, but why is there still no response? Where is justice?" by a frustrated young man.

More voices gathered in it, and outside the crimson mirror, Michael's voice came slowly.

"I heard their begging and prayers."

The young Michael whispered, and inside the crimson mirror, the archangel wielded a flaming sword and slashed it towards the earth. Under the blazing fire, the high and mighty politicians turned into ashes, the despicable mentors wailed in the flames, and there were even more unknown humans who continued to die.

"Ah, you see, justice has come."

He said in a cold tone: "Human laws have loopholes and many exceptions. There will be criminals who cannot be caught due to the ineffectiveness of law enforcement. Now, I will judge them according to the laws of this era. They seem to disappear in the flames, but in fact, they are just serving in an absolutely fair prison. They will appear again in ten or twenty years. Well, considering that there is no death penalty in this country, some people will serve a little longer, but I took into account that being away from human society for many years is itself a part of punishment, so I did not adjust the speed of time. In addition to serving, the thief also needs to compensate the victim's property. A sum of money will be transferred from the thief's bank account to the victim..."

He paused, and stared into the distance with a puzzled look.

"I did what humans gave me to do, and then, they called me..."

In the mirror, the survivors were silent, but curses against the archangel echoed in their hearts.

"....devil."

Chapter 184: Re: The Battle is Over

The young Michael turned his head and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he was mocking himself.

"You seemed very sure that I was crazy before. Hmm, it was "God Slayer", right? It tells the story of the arrival of the disobedient god in mythology, and the wanton behavior that violates one's duties. Ha, humans will be dissatisfied with their duties, but gods will not. I will not feel embarrassed about what I was born to do and what I should do. After all, the humans who created me have no chance to choose since birth. They have no choice of being men or women, or having a good or bad family background. They cannot really choose who to love or what to do freely. Compromise occupies most of human life. Hmm, speaking of it, it seems that people now pay more attention to freedom. They can change who they love or what gender they are at will. People who are content with the status quo are a bit dazzling, and gods do not need these impure ideas. They just need to do what they are given."

Wuming looked a little confused, not knowing how to refute.

"Your Highness Wuming, why did you go to save those people? I'm very curious."

Michael asked, tilting his ear.

"Can't you just think about it and get the answer?"

Wuming was still dissatisfied with His behavior.

"No, no, no, Your Highness Wuming, curiosity is not only possessed by humans."

The young Michael said so.

Wuming scratched his face and asked in a strange tone: "What do you think I should do?"

"After taking Miss Noshiro, um, and the other Altair, leave. You don't have to go out and save anyone, even if you have the ability to do so."

"why?"

"I've read a lot of novels. You should find your type of novels online. You should have an adventure, turn things around, and do whatever you want."

It's really weird, chatting with an archangel about the settings in an online novel.

Wuming muttered to himself.

"What's the difference between me and you? I had an adventure, then I turned over a new leaf, and now I can do whatever I want. There's no difference, right?"

Young Michael shook his head.

"No, there is a big difference. Your predecessors had adventures and then trampled on ordinary people like you before the adventures. They were able to adapt to their roles at the speed of light. On the first day of becoming emperor, they would call themselves "I" or "this king". They followed the law of the jungle better than the natives. It was almost like they were a different person. I think this is correct. Adaptability is the advantage of human beings. From natural environments to man-made cities, only those who adapt to the rules can survive."

"Those are trash, not me. I have had an adventure, so I should be able to do whatever I want. But shouldn't doing whatever I want mean doing something I didn't dare to do before? Bullying the weak shouldn't be considered something I didn't dare to do before, right?"

Adapting to the environment is human instinct, but now that we have cheats, shouldn’t we live more freely?

Do whatever you want without worrying about the consequences. Beat up bad guys when you meet them. Do interesting things when you encounter them. Do good deeds when you feel compassion. Take care of things when you encounter unpleasant things. After getting the plug-in, you can still live like you are on Earth. What is the difference between that and not having the plug-in?

“A long time ago, when I was just an ordinary person, I didn’t dare to do anything;

I dare not do bad things because I am worried about the punishment of the law, and I dare not do good things because I am worried about the ambiguity of the law. Now, I can do good or evil according to my heart. If I am not worried that I can't beat you, I will come to beat you now. If I can't beat you, I will be ready to run away. I won't worry about others saying that I retreat without fighting. I have a group of ship girls who support me. I have no fear from material to spiritual aspects, and I have no fear. This time, I can't bear to see innocent people suffer. I also have the ability to save others, so I will do it. Compared with when I was on Earth, I am free enough now. As an archangel, why do you think like this?"

Michael then laughed and nodded.

"You are right. Things that do not change are the most precious. If it were not my duty, I would definitely follow you to see the infinite world."

Wuming was stunned for a moment, looked suspiciously at the young god-like being, then sneered.

"hehe."

What do you think of my port area? The purity of male harem games cannot be compared with those erotic games that just want to make some money.

The young boy Michael smiled slightly, his body stretched out and straight, his skin took on a milky luster, and his face turned into a pretty girl. His curvy figure was wrapped in a Greek-style coat, his golden hair was like a river of gold flowing on the ground, and his eyes were as bright as the vast stars in the sky. In just a moment, the boy turned into a girl.

"Michael has no fixed posture, Your Highness Wuming, men and women are only outward-looking."

Wuming half opened his mouth, and had to admit that this posture was really charming.

"Wait, isn't your duty already completed? You clearly judged all the sinners."

"Yes, Your Highness Wuming, but my duties are not over yet. Being the guide of the new world is also one of my responsibilities. I will select the residents of the new world according to the duties given to me."

The voice of the young girl Michael was as clear and gentle as pearls falling on a jade plate.

"resident?"

Wuming's superhuman level of thinking made him realize that something was wrong.

"Yes, resident."

The young girl Michaela smiled and said, "Whenever humans encounter setbacks, they will want to escape to yesterday. If the entire era is bad, they will collectively miss the past. Since humans have chosen such a new world, they naturally need to learn to adapt to the past."

He opened his hands, and the clouds in the sky slowly spun. At this moment, He breathed and thought with the whole world.

"In this case, the trial must continue. Because the laws of each era are different, the innocent people of this era may not have been innocent in the past. I will continue to trace back time, find the laws of the past, and conduct rounds of trials until an innocent person emerges."

The girl's voice was still sweet, but it couldn't make Wuming feel any tenderness. This way of screening humans made him feel genuinely uncomfortable.

He gradually opened his eyes and looked at Michael without blinking.

"First, if we go back to 2000, the law hasn't changed much. Then if we go back to 1900, there are changes..."

He waved his hand, and dark clouds instantly covered the entire world. In the dark clouds, only a few flashes of red light appeared. The next second, trillions of rockets rained down at the same time!

Want to do it?

Wuming thought in his mind, and then his body started moving.