Where there are words condensed, there is a literary church.

As the weakest god in the eyes of the world, the God of Literature has always been famous for his image of "a stinking swearer, who writes books, and picks up his pen all day long and starts to scold him." His family's literary church is also regarded as a large publishing house, without the appearance of a church at all.

It is precisely because of this that literature church is the essence of it for the world. As for the church, almost few people regard it as a true God-given church. After all, for the "pope" of the literature church, even if they reach the brilliant level, they cannot defeat the silver-level warriors.

In this world, due to the emergence of disasters, people pay more attention to the direct benefits of a profession. The bombardment of the church can give believers the ability to control explosions, the goddess of life can give the endless source of life to the church, and the God of Justice protects his believers from receiving unfair treatment.

But the God of Literature has nothing but to give his believers "better writing style, better rhetoric, and more perfect layout."

Therefore, everyone thinks that the Literary Church is a existence that makes up the numbers in the twelve moments, and no one cares about them.

However, Zhou Li was not like this.

He never forgot that the origin of this world is three books.

A book that is omniscient and omnipotent, a book that is only omniscient and omniscient and omniscient.

"What I said."

Looking at the dark golden books in front of him that gradually dissipated after being eroded by his black fog, and then slowly condensed in nothingness, a look of nature appeared on Zhou Li's face.

"No wonder, the literature god, one of the twelve gods, can only talk to his believers."

The incomplete books slowly hang in nothingness, and countless papers filled with different words "seeps out" from everything and moves closer to the Dark Gold Book. Looking at the scene in front of you, the black fog rose in Zhou Li's eyes and lightning suddenly appeared.

"How can an empty shell give strength to your believers?"

On the dark and golden books, the word Roya gradually shattered, and the gold-plated "ink" condensed again, and four strange words full of twists and weakness appeared on the cover of the book.

"The God of Literature"

(Life still underestimates you)

This time, the text does not appear on the wall. It appears in the sight of Zhou Li and others, but it is not attached to any plane. No matter what angle you observe, the text will face the sight of others. Just like the text written in three dimensions, it is all for two dimensions.

(Twelve Moments, I underestimated you too)

The text slowly distorted, but it changed instantly in Zhou Li's vision. These words are like air, everywhere.

(You've almost sensed all the truth, which shocked me)

(I thought that no one would notice my existence until the ending day came)

"If you lose your god and become a book, you will come to this world at this price. I don't understand, what are you doing for?"

Zhou Li frowned, raised his hand to dispel the black fog in his ear, and asked in confusion: "The Twelve Gods want to kill humans without any effort, why do you do this for nothing?"

Faced with Zhou Li's inquiry, the text gradually floated.

(kindness)

(After all, it's a conscious life, I still want to make some efforts)

"effort?"

Zhou Li frowned and asked in a bad tone: "Your efforts are to randomly allocate and play with the two races, and then provide you with research?"

(There is no way, it’s better than being ignited as fuel in the end)

What Zhou Li didn't expect was that the god of literature had an amazing temper (actually I should kill you here and resurrect you, and finally make you a puppet)

"Then why not?"

Zhou Li's mouth curled slightly, as if he was fearless, without fear of the gods in front of him.

(If all people in a city suddenly die, even if I am a god, I will be under a lot of pressure)

As expected, the answer of the God of Literature was completely expected by Zhou Li. He has now bound his life with more than ten million Jordanian residents. If all these people die, even if the God of Literature is the Twelve Gods, he will not tolerate such behavior in the Twelve Moments.

(However, you still underestimate the twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve

Suddenly, the God of Literature wrote a brand new text.

(I have countless ways to destroy this city invisibly. No one will know what happened here, nor will anyone know that I have been here. At most, I will be confined by the other eleven... ten righteous gods)

"oh?"

Zhou Li raised his eyebrows and asked with interest: "Then why didn't you kill me?"

The gentle god of literature surprised Eluma. In her impression, the gods rarely had such questions and answers.

(The answer I gave you is duplicate)

(kindness)

"You mean, is your kindness that let me go?"

(No, it's your kindness)

After seeing this answer, Zhou Li frowned and asked in confusion: "Are you sure I am kind?"

"Do you think about it?"

Lin Zi and Toreya were also speechless. They felt that Zhou Li's speech was very inconsistent with the identity of brave, but it was highly in line with Zhou Li's image. The heavyweight, Eluma, had already gone to the kitchen and started preparing lunch.

Wait, can you have lunch?

(No, you misunderstood what I mean)

(I chose to save you because you never had a kind heart and said some words to you that the gods had blocked)

Zhou Li was silent. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the ubiquitous words. A thought surged into his mind. He pinched his fingers gently and asked, "What do you want to do?"

(Like the story you told, I want to leave a spark for humanity)

(The gods blocked all the messages of the ending moments, so all I can tell you is sporadic information, and the others you need to discover by yourself)

Rarely, Zhou Li responded with silence. He was waiting for the following text of the God of Literature, even if Zhou Li did not believe in any words spoken by the God of Literature.

(You should know that Roya wanted to create the gospel world and guide her pure and ultimate soul into that world. The reason for him did this was that after he came into contact with this book, he vaguely realized the truth of the world and discovered the fate of mankind, and wanted to save mankind)

(Ignite yourself and add fuel to the furnace, this is the fate of mankind)

Although I had expected it, it was very impactful to hear the answer from a righteous god. Whether it was Lin Zi, Toreya, or Zhou Li, some unusual expressions appeared.

Of course, Eluma is still cooking.

(Of course, I am not prepared to fight against my other brothers and sisters. Because of my own specialness, I have a deeper relationship with human beings, so I learned about the fate of mankind a thousand years ago and wanted to make some small efforts)

(I want to try to peel off half of human soul and place it in impurities, so that human beings can preserve the fire, and also allow human body and other half of their souls to be used as fuel to continue our plan)

“What are impurities?”

Faced with Zhou Li's inquiry, the God of Literature seemed to have expected it, and answered directly:

(Greek, or, in other words, all creatures except humans)

"You want to stitch half of human soul into a weird body, right?"

(Yes, but unfortunately, I failed)

(Pure is pure, impurities are always impurities,)

"Who is your last test subject?"

Although there was an answer, Zhou Li still asked this question.

Loa…

Toreya and Lin Zi on the side came up with the same answer in their hearts.

(You have guessed it long ago, didn't you?)

After joking, the God of Literature wrote down the answer.

(Gerrost)

"ah?"

Lin Zi and Toreya were both surprised to have their faces on their sides. They never expected that the last test piece of the God of Gospel would be Gerost.

"You are just blinded by the Gospels, and the answer is very simple."

As if he knew the doubts of Toreya and Lin Zi, Zhou Li said without looking back and explained: "Don't forget that Gerost is already 112 years old."

!

At this time, Lin Zi and Toreya reacted to this problem.

The profession level in this world will not extend your lifespan at all.

Even Kenny, the president of the Shadow Union at the God-given level, or Alpha of the Hunter Guild, they looked like a gray-haired and wrinkled old man a few years ago.

And Gerost has always been the image of a middle-aged man in his forties.

(In fact, the profession I gave to Gerost was not a witch hunter at all)

(His real profession is weird)

(The power he should have is a collection of all weird abilities, not these abilities to restrain weird abilities now)

(Someone tampers with my stitching)

"Is there something wrong with that link?"
To be continued...