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Sauron thought for a while and wondered: "Why do you feel that the true creator is not that crazy?"

Einhorn agreed: "It certainly looks like that."

"It seems the True Creator has found a way to stay awake, and the gods seem to be clueless."

Sauron smacked his lips: "But it doesn't seem to be very strong."

Einhorn replied: "That's right."

"It seems that he only has the strength of the middle sequence, and his personality is also unstable, oscillating between a true god and an ordinary person."

"There is at least one saint here, we probably won't be able to escape."

"This should be the stronghold of the Aurora Society, right? It's actually a vacation manor for nobles? The architectural style is really...the location is so bold. It seems that the most dangerous place is the safest."

"Then shall we still run?"

Just as Einhorn was about to speak, Medici slapped him on the left side of his face, covered Sauron's mouth tightly, and scolded angrily with a smile: "You two bastards really don't have any eyesight!

"

The high-ceilinged hall deep in the mansion temporarily became the chapel of the Aurora Society. A three- to four-meter-tall black statue of the god and an inverted cross were placed against the wall. A circle of radiating golden sunlight and positive images were carefully painted on the wall.

The cross is not as good as the original crystal gem inlay, but it is better than the same piety.

Now is the alone prayer time granted by the Lord. The chapel is now empty except for Medici himself, and the two annoying cohabitants have broken the sacred atmosphere with their noise, making it impossible for him to quietly communicate with the great existence.

In the induction of mysticism!

"You still dare to chatter in front of the Lord! You are indeed two bitches!"

Medici's right hand moved, grabbed the wrist of his left hand, and pulled his left hand away bit by bit. As soon as Soran got a little gap, he immediately yelled: "You have no other excuse except this!"

"You brag about how powerful you are all day long, but you still get killed by those bastards and have been imprisoned with us for almost two thousand years!"

"You hook your fingers, and the dog will run over wagging its tail and barking!"

Medici picked his ears indifferently: "So? So you are jealous that Trunsoest did not summon you?"

"What and what?"

Einhorn spoke at this time: "We joined Trunsoest's camp just because of the protection promised by the six gods. In fact, they have not been used at all. I have decided not to pray to the gods anymore."

"What?...You really decided that."

Sauron had expected it, but he was stunned for a moment before he regained his composure and muttered: "Intis, the Kingdom of the Sun... the descendants of the family should still remember me, and I want to go back. The Eternal Blazing Sun has promised that even if the six gods do not protect me,

You can live with us, but you always have the power to protect our family, right?"

Running around in the past few days, the rest time is not enough for them to slowly digest the history that happened nearly two thousand years after death. The Red Evil Spirit is interested in the pile of chronicles as thick as bricks piled in the room, as well as the historical documents collected in the Aurora Society.

, a simple world map, and a half-year Backlund newspaper.

Naturally, Sauron didn't know that his family had been overthrown by a man named Russell Gustav, and all the strong men had been killed and injured. The former royal family now only had the intelligence department, which was still cooperating with the Secret Order.

There are not many extraordinary items and characteristics left, and even the money is pitiful. The entire Sauron family only has the title of poor count.

When Medici learned that he had died, Alistair Tudor was promoted to the Red Priest, and soon died on the spot in the War of the Four Emperors. He was overjoyed when he saw that three people died at once in the War of the Four Emperors.

, Alistar has long gone crazy, and Solomon's fate is nothing more than he can't afford it, but he didn't expect that the Six Gods couldn't even save their own puppets, and it was the God of Death who took the biggest benefit... He even laughed so hard that tears came out.

.

——The "Night King" Trunsoest, who relied on the Six Gods, didn't survive! I really don't know what the Six Gods were up to! Or maybe it's because Solomon, the greatest threat, died, and Alistar, who needed to be checked and balanced, also died.

, so there is no need for Trunsoest to exist... Hehehe, it seems that the lunatic Tuduo must have realized that the six gods can only fight among themselves and hold each other back, so he did not fight to be their pets at all.

Dog's chance.

When you take refuge in the six gods, you cannot resist. You can only pray for them to fulfill their promises. Even if you write a bad check, you must accept it with gratitude!

Now it seems that it is reasonable for the enemy to sneak into the capital, kill two conquerors under the eyes of the Night Emperor, and be promoted to Red Priest.

But Salinger is really useless. He obviously got the uniqueness and extraordinary characteristics of the red priest, but he didn't do anything extraordinary at all. He just went crazy and died, and didn't even think about it.

The gods dragged down one or two. The "pale disaster" that wiped out life was simply unattractive. Only a witch would take the opportunity to digest the magic potion.

Medici then sneered: "Fake gods cannot be trusted."

"Those illusory blessings, gazes, and protections... are nothing more than that. I have never believed in the mercy of the gods. In this regard, they are probably no better than children who have just been able to distinguish between good and evil, but are still eager to tear off the wings of butterflies.

."

"No, no, maybe children all have compassion, but they don't have it at all! Ha, isn't this just emphasizing something when something is missing? I have never heard the Lord talk about any nonsense like mercy and redemption and write it into the holy scriptures

, but the Lord has always used words and deeds to prove what salvation and light are!”

Medici's interest has been high in the past two days. One of the five sentences must be related to the true creator or the ancient sun god. Although he has heard enough when he was in jail and crazy, now he can't stop talking about the five sentences as if to improve his performance.

It still made Sauron and Einhorn look at each other frequently, and it felt a bit like going back to Solomon's First Empire to witness the true fanatic believers of the Creator.

"Medici, I don't know whether to call you big-hearted or blind. The power of a natural mythical creature gives you the confidence to not know death, but also makes you lack awe of death."

Einhorn said calmly: "I'm glad to see that you are still as bold and bold as you were when you were alive."

The war angel plucked his ears and replied disdainfully: "Why did you suddenly start spitting out ivory? Are you trying to join the Lord's service?"

"It's a pity that you are far worse than me. My master does not accept waste!"

"Ah……"

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The true creator did not know that his loyal subordinate was fighting with the other two cohabitants. He was also confused by Medici's new appearance that challenged the limits of imagination, and realized that he had not separated them yet.

No one in the Aurora Society has the means to do so.

Just imagine three pieces of metal that have been squeezed together by external forces for more than a thousand years. The molecules have penetrated each other and become a new whole. How can it be possible to split them into three pieces again?

Moreover, the Red Evil Spirit is a spiritual imprint formed by the mixing of three conquerors, which means that the total remnants of the three people are only about the level of this demigod. This is very dangerous. Once separated, not only the reduction in strength is inevitable , maybe even collapse immediately.

Such a precise operation must be at least at the level of the King of Angels or even the True God. It is absolutely impossible to do it in a short time anyway.

Therefore, the True Creator comforted Medici. Fortunately, Medici also showed understanding and was not disappointed, but full of expectations.

When his thoughts returned to the present, the True Creator put one arm on the armrest of the chair, crossed his legs, and asked seriously but not entirely seriously:

"Backlund's church is under martial law, and you actually came out right now?"

Edward, who was sitting by the window, lowered his head slightly, admiring the scenery in the garden below. He could also hear the curses and laughter coming from the small temple dozens of meters away. They were all friendly exchanges between hunters of no value and their respect for the six gods. dissatisfied. The red evil spirit will soon discover that there are seven gods in the world today, and will definitely look down upon the young steam.

"I came here quietly. This is my property after all. If you are damaged by the facilities, wouldn't it be my fault for not notifying you well?"

The True Creator curled his lips and asked again: "Then - what happened to Amon? Did you catch him? This is the first time I saw Medici and Amon getting along so normally. Medici also said that he was very It’s pleasing to the eye.”

Edward smiled disapprovingly: "I educated him a little bit. I let him know what he should do and what he shouldn't do. I also cultivated his interests and hobbies. If you have a goal, you won't mess around."

"Speaking of which, I must criticize your educational policy."

"No, you actually have no education at all, right?"

"Amon is a born mythical creature with his own style and logic, and he is also the incarnation of this path. How can he change his mind with education?" The real creator argued, "All I could do in the past was to let him change his mind." He has no aversion to people. Before the Fourth Age, Amon also had normal believers and teachings, but not too many."

"So you don't know how to write the word "teach students in accordance with their aptitude" at all?"

Edward's eyes changed. He crossed his arms and looked at the true creator with an unyielding look: "If you want mythical creatures to possess humanity, it is as outrageous as asking humans to abandon humanity. You cannot empathize with death and life with a limited lifespan. How can you understand the emotions of human nature through pain? Your plan was wrong from the beginning, and of course it cannot succeed."

"You should not directly think about how to get Him to be interested in humans, but think about how to get Him to be interested in human creations."

"Let Amon become interested in man-made objects, and then people...?"

The True Creator frowned, and then said harshly: "The level of productivity in the Third Age was too low, even worse than in the Middle Ages. Amon would not be interested in those crude and poorly made things."

...But aren’t you omniscient and omnipotent? You can’t even make toys that interest the cubs of mythical creatures? Edward cursed, but did not say this out loud, and responded with a few perfunctory “Ah, yes, yes, yes”.

"lets change a topic."

Seeing his early educational failures shine again in the hands of others, the True Creator felt inexplicably unhappy, and even those memories that were so long ago that they were fragmented were evoked.

Since discovering that he is in an unstable state, using a diary to maintain his humanity and memory has now become a necessary behavior. The real creator will occasionally recall the past and temporarily return to his homeland in the snowy sky, unable to remember his name.

Friends and neighbors called him to go back, but his parents, who had forgotten their faces but must have been smiling, advised him to stay.

He felt that his humanity seemed a little too abundant, and he actually had room for sentimentality. But of course He couldn't stay, His home was not here - even according to some old doctrines and his own judgment, it was just a part of him that was so crazy that he was hysterical.

He is not the ancient sun god with all his humanity - nor is he the majestic kingdom of heaven that belongs to the sun god and is no longer invaded by cold and darkness, which only exists in memory.

Children play in the garden, accompanied by thunder and lightning, fire and the infusion of knowledge. They make the Kingdom of God always lively and lively, which is a good thing.

Amon, who prefers the title of God of Mischief to Angel of Time, gathered together to play the old games brought by the Sun God. Adam watched and recorded everything as a bystander as always, relying on instinct was enough.

Playing the role of the most perfect audience - of course, He will not always be an audience. No matter how good the audience is, there will be a day when he picks up the script and participates in orchestrating the drama of fate, although the Sun God does not look forward to the arrival of that day.

The True Creator feels that all this is also very vague, comparable to the memories from the old era.

There is only one place that belongs to Him, and that is the land he sees when he opens his eyes, filled with despair and depravity.

The paradise flowing with honey and milk—the location of the Kingdom of Heaven—the source of civilization where many kingdoms and city-states stand side by side—the place abandoned by God—the cage.

Those people were innocent. After regaining their sanity, the True Creator firmly thought that it was himself who was guilty. It was himself who had to atone for his sins. The disaster that caused the instant death of 99% of all living beings was due to the banquet of betrayal.

He rose by himself! What is even more tragic is that it is also the place where he was born, the place where he became a god, and the sanctuary of the great true god "The Hanged Man".
To be continued...