"It seems that Zhou Li has noticed you."

In that empty and chaotic space, the Yin Jue, who had no shape, looked at the smile on Zhou Li's face through the earth's sight, and the Yin Jue who surpassed the body, and also smiled.

"Yes, he noticed me."

Yinjue gently stroked the pocket watch on his chest. In fact, he had no idea of ​​a body, and the pocket watch was more like a habit rooted in his soul. He looked at Zhou Li and said with relief: "I thought he would forget me."

"That's why I believe him."

The gentle woman's voice sounded, with emotion and expectation, and said softly: "He is like a rising flying star, driving all the halos around him."

Zhou Li was selected not because of how powerful the bloodline in his body was. In other words, the bloodline of the Trail Blazer was ultimately just an earthling. Zhou Li's father did not leave him any powerful talent, nor did he pass on the secret treasures of his family, but he left Zhou Li an extremely precious wealth.

Stubbornness is the only stubbornness of the pioneers.

Zhou Li believed that he should not despair, so even though the emotions in his heart were constantly being provoked by that heart, he did not feel any despair.

Yes, although Zhou Li was immune to the absorbed emotions, Zhou Li could not avoid or resist when despair spread. However, because of his stubbornness, Zhou Li insisted on carrying the wave of despair formed by hundreds of millions of people, and firmly believed that he could win.

Even the God of Emotions didn't know that Zhou Li was influenced by his own abilities.

As Zhou Li said, he is not an omniscient and omnipotent God, he is just an earthling, a earthling who was cloned in another world and sent back to the earth. His days of living on the earth were all before he was twenty-five years old. And his heart that only amazes gods was forged in the previous life.

Death, killing, madness, in that dark time, Zhou Li saw all the cruelty and pain in the world. Despair was just an appetizer to him, and the tsunami-like torture after despair was the real torture. He had seen his friend who was chatting and laughing with him yesterday, and the next day he was hung on the flagpole by the Demon King's army. He had also seen him take out a dagger and stab him at the moment he saved him, just to exchange for the Demon King's reward.

Despair? Those who have seen hope deserve despair. At that time, Zhou Li, except for Eluma, did not even believe in himself. He was afraid that one day he would suddenly be controlled by the devil and become a killing machine. During those days, every day was purgatory for Zhou Li.

However, he survived, it was not luck, but inevitable. It can be said that anyone would fall into madness in those bloody and desperate massacres.

But Zhou Li was not crazy, and even ended the countless massacres, allowing the human civilization, which was already on the verge of collapse, to make a comeback and completely expel the Demon King Army.

Looking up, Zhou Li looked at the false stars in the sky, as if they had penetrated the curtain, and met the man who was originally an enemy of him but finally showed his ambitions to death.

"You won't let me down, right?"...

Zhou Li's voice was so soft that he could hear it alone. Even Don Quixote, who was beside him, could not hear his words.

However, in this world, there are still people who hear his voice.

"certainly."

Yinjue smiled. His smile was very calm, but it contained a scorching flame. "You didn't disappoint me."

"Why would I let you down?"

Gods are like diamonds, with different sizes and purity between each other. Some gods are hard and powerful diamonds, and finally become twelve knots. Some gods have too weak control laws and can only become a dull diamond in the end.

And Silver Jue is not the former. He is just the latter, a broken stone with extremely weak rules and optional.

In any case, charity is not a powerful law. Because charity is easily imitated and any church can do its own charity, so the clergy of the God of Charity is an existence that is so weak that it cannot be weaker.

However, even though the stone was dull and looked as small as dust, it was also a diamond.

Indestructible diamond.

"Silver Lord!"

Zhou Li raised his head, took out a rune and crushed it. This was Tarik's communication facility. Before, when he became the Duke of Guardian, Helinin had operated it to spread the news about Zhou Li all over the world. Now, Zhou Li has turned on him again, but this time he is going to say is an existence.

"The people of Tarik, I am Zhou Li, the Duke of the National Guard! Next, I will announce a message to you.

Taking a deep breath, under the horror of Mass, Zhou Li used all his last strength and shouted loudly: "Silver Lord is not dead! He has become a god who protects billions of Tariks!"

"If you are listening, then call Silver Lord," said Tarik's people."

"Call, God of Charity!"

Despair represents extreme emotions. People controlled by despair, like people falling in the water, will subconsciously grasp everything they can.

Now, the Tariks seized the last hope they could see.

Calling Silver Lord.

For Tarik, the name Silver Gogh has always been a popular existence. As a capitalist, Silver Gogh's methods and behaviors are outrageous. At the same time, his kindness is numerous. Most of the time, Silver Gogh's image in Tarik is positive.

After Yinjue's death, his reputation was pushed to the peak.

Many times, dead people will receive more honors and praises than before their death. Because people are dead, the final conclusion is the safest way. Therefore, not only did the death of Silver Lord not make Tarik forget him or despise him, but on the contrary, people began to miss Silver Lord more, and the altar commemorating him began to appear in everyone's home.

And now, Zhou left the mouth.

Zhou, who had a dispute with Yinjue, once puzzled, left the mouth. He told people that Yinjue did not die, but turned into a god to protect them and protect the Tariks who were eroded by despair.

Subconsciously, the Tariks chose to pray to Silver Lord.

"You have many believers."...

Looking at the Mass in front of him with a ferocious look and trembling constantly, Zhou Li's eyes were only mocking, "But, your believers are of insufficient quality."

"Actually, quality is compared. For example, if I compare your believers with those of Death You, you will definitely win. After all, those people are even afraid of their own God. If your believers have a little love for you, they will not be worse than Death You."

After snapping his fingers, Zhou Li asked sarcastically, "But if you compare with these charitable believers who pray to Silver Lord now, you are nothing."

"You're just a bug, the turkey on the farm, the words on paper are not bullshit."

Zhou Li's simple counterattack and mouth odor brought the ultimate enjoyment.

At this time, Mass's face was distorted. He never expected that the Silver Jue, who was despised by him as a waste of life, would give him a fatal blow at this time.

The faith brought by prayer depends on the quality. If a person, if everything is given by the god, then his faith in the god is absolutely sincere, and the increase in the power it brings to the god is also extremely large. The quality of the faith of the God of Emotion is in the twelve moments and is of the same level.

After all, the rest of the Emotion Church are very pragmatic. They usually use their abilities to solve the psychological problems of patients. After all, their professional level is completely sufficient, and praying to the gods is just a waste of time. Therefore, most people do not have too much emotion towards the God of Emotion.

So the question is, what about Silver Gogh?

What about this god of charity?

Think about it, when is the most fragrant meal and when is the sweetest water?

Of course, when you are about to starve and die of thirst, water and food will become the most sacred things in people's hearts.

And the god of charity at this time is the oasis in front of these Tariks trapped in the desert. Without any hesitation, people began to charity

God of Silver Prayer.

In an instant, this god, who had originally only two mines secretly worshipped, gained a continuous stream of faith.

"So what?"

Mass came to his senses and thought of a crucial question. Then, a hideous smile appeared on his face, "So what if he has gained faith? What's the use of no matter how powerful he is?!"

"The gods must not interfere with the world, not to mention that you have created this cage that is not allowed to enter or leave! Even if you give your faith, Silver Lord will not be able to enter! All you have done is to create a stronger and more desperate god, accelerating the destruction of this world."

He raised his head and laughed hysterically, "Zhou Li, you lost, you lost completely. He has no Anya, nor his own body. Yin Jue, just a god who can't do anything! Everything you do is a wedding dress for him."

Zhou Li had no words, he just looked at the sky calmly. He looked behind the curtain, his eyes with praise.

"You are right to choose him."

Feeling the beliefs of people and the abundant power of the law in his body, Yin Jue sighed: "He is smarter and more decisive than me. If I change my identity, I will not be as decisive as him. I will hesitate, be afraid, and even retreat."

"Yeah?"….

Gaia sighed lightly and then asked, "So, how are you going to pass through that knot and enter Tarik to solve that heart?"

"Do you still have to ask?"

Yin Jue smiled calmly, as if he was in the twilight hut, looking at Zhou Li who came to him. At that time, he chose to die.

"You must understand that if you destroy the divine nature and fall into the mortal world, your soul will eventually disappear completely."

Gaia's voice rang, this time, she felt a little sad, "In fact, we can find a better way."

"Yes, I hope you can find a more perfect path."

After pinching his fingers that did not exist, Yin Jue turned his gaze. He looked at Mr. Yin who was smiling at him, and then asked, "Yin Du, are you going together?"

"Of course, Lord Silver."

Under the thoughts of people's beliefs, this empty soul, who was originally taken away by Silver Lord, gained that memory. He looked at the invisible god, smiled like a friend, and said calmly: "I will follow you."

"As always, until destruction."

"If you find a better way, then let my successor survive."

Silver Lord knew that Gaia was everywhere, or that Gaia existed in his heart. He had never understood it before, but he now understood it. As the will of the world, Gaia could only exist in the world where her creation was. Silver Lord had never erased his humanity.

He closed his eyes and felt the divine nature in his body that kept maintaining his existence. It was an existence called the law and the existence pursued by all living beings in the world.

And now, I want to destroy it with my own hands.

Because only by destroying it can the Silver Lord enter Mosk and solve the heart while ensuring that Tarik's knot is not destroyed.

However, the price is that the existence of Silver Lord will be erased. Even with Gaia's help, it will only delay the time of death. For Silver Lord, what he wants to embark on is a path to death to hell.

Mr. Yin followed Yin Jue, as an adopted orphan, Mr. Yin has followed Yin Jue since the day he remembered. He knew that he was going to take a path to death, but he didn't care.

"Go away."

He stretched out his hand and crushed the divine character in his body. With the sound of glass breaking, the whole world seemed to suddenly stagnate for a moment. The next second, Silver Jue's body gradually condensed, and the gentle and gentle man, as gentle as jade, slowly appeared from the fragments and walked out.

Yinjue gently held up one-sided eyes, and the cold touch brought by the familiar silver chain made him shake. In his arms, the ticking pocket watch made him feel at ease.

Take a step, Silver Lord

A steam-like mist began to appear beside him. Gaia knew that this was a sign that the soul of the gods lost its laws and gradually disappeared. He ignored it, but felt the touch of the clothes rubbing his skin, the coldness of the silver chain, and the ticking sound of the pocket watch in his arms, walking calmly.

From God to mortals.

With his back to the gods and twelve moments, Silver Lord slowly walked out of the incomprehensible time and space. In the curtain of night and lights, a man named Silver Lord returned to Tarik.

"You have broken your divine nature!"

Looking at the Silver Lord in front of him in disbelief, Mass shouted wildly: "Are you crazy?! You are crazy! This will make you die! It will completely collapse your soul, you will never be able to return to your original appearance, you will completely collapse!"

"Yes, I'll be completely broken."

Wearing a silver-white church robe, the elegant man gently pushed his glasses, bowed slightly, and performed a standard etiquette towards the Mass in front of him. Then he raised his head and said softly to the Mass with a warm smile like the sun:

"Tarick, no longer need a god."

"So too."
Chapter completed!