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"Damn, what did you do!"

"I didn't do anything... I just want to know the answer to a question. Do you want me to help you block the sun?"

"unnecessary!!"

...

"Memory of disaster" continues.

In the "Beast of Betrayal", 99% of the population of the Eastern Continent died during the war and the subsequent sun fell. The continent fell into silence, and millions of people died. This was the declining king who watched the whole process and from the extraordinary era

The largest collective death event found in it.

It was not a war caused by the division of interests, nor was it a massacre carried out by excluding a certain race. The reason for this death was extremely just and fair - killing the original spirit of revival, and giving birth to a personality of the ancient sun god.

The normal "God" of the Lord.

Ended in failure.

After the death of the ancient sun god, three new gods and other gods went to the north and south continents to declare that the sun had fallen and that future humans must believe in them in order to be saved.

The war took place on the coast of the Eastern Continent, forming the "divine war ruins" wrapped around the entire coast of the Eastern Continent, completely separating the exchanges between the continents.

The Declined King witnessed the whole process and collected the "possibility" that was completely disconnected in the moment of the interference of the gods as a record of disasters.

"I have a question, want to get answers from the gods on earth."

"Adam can't answer, the Seven Gods won't answer. You are the only god on earth that I can contact."

The real Creator who lost his extraordinary power in the illusion would not notice that there was actually a person behind him, but when He turned around, the person behind him also turned around, and when He died, the person behind him was watching from a distance, forever

In the blind spot of vision.

A man holds a simple and simple book in his hand. Every time the real Creator dies, he turns the pages.

In the book, the life and death of millions of people are gently turned over.

Their experience of living is similar: "the devout believer of the Creator", "the believer of the Eight Angel Kings", "peaceful, kind, living a normal life in a town on the Eastern Continent", "merchant, peasant, craftsman,

Housewife, student, teacher, wanderer”…

Their death was only one reason: the "Feast of Betrayal".

The earth in the distance has cracked, and there is no sun in the sky. The blood-red moon rises early, but the light cannot penetrate the blockade of the shadow. The flashing lightning can only illuminate the world for a short time, but countless monsters are coming from the darkness.

Sail it out and plunder the flesh and blood of living people.

The plants and trees in the farm are withered. Under the influence of the occasional red light, the remaining crops and flowers and plants have become some kind of closely entangled and twitching activated substances. They open the roof and tangle and grow around meteorites, turning the corpse and the living person.

One picks up and sucks dry into thin human skin.

This time the real Creator did not die at the first time, and He had been holding on a little longer than before.

He was trapped in a fire house. The flames prevented the distorted plants from approaching, and made him nowhere to escape. He could only hide in the narrow stone house, feeling the hot air gradually pouring into his mouth and nose, and every breath

It was like swallowing a fireball. The room was not well ventilated, and even the hot air was precious. But he could not hold on quickly. He endured the pain of burning his flesh and gradually lost consciousness in the high temperature and hypoxia.

I felt like I was stewed bit by bit in this small room like a piece of meat on a chopping board.

The real creator watched the flames climb up his legs and arms without feeling any pain.

There is only endless despair.

The real creator sighed and closed his eyes actively, ending this dying struggle.

"It probably hurts."

Grassland, land abandoned by gods. Town, ruins.

Joy, pain, smile, prayer, despair. The red, black and white are constantly transforming into each other. Finally, what remains in the field of vision is always the destroyed earth and the spread of flames. Monsters rush out from all directions, and the sun is missing.

, shadows and blood occupy the sky...

The silence after death was stretched out, and the real Creator lies on the ground with his eyes closed:

"They should hate me."

The voice of the outer god floated over with the book: "They don't hate you."

The book flips: "Those who die in an instant have no chance to hate you. Those who live a little longer will pray for your salvation and regret their own sins. In short, no one scolded you at that time."

"That's because they died too fast, and they will definitely scold me when they recover." The real Creator said hoarsely, and the hot air hurt his throat. "You didn't say that Klein might have a god abandoned in his hand.

Is it someone from the Land? He must have recovered and planned to convert his letter."

Since the divinity is now suppressed to the lowest point, the language style of the real Creator has become very colloquial. As he speaks, the world lights up again. The real Creator appears in a mill, and the windmill outside slowly turns.

There are piles of wheat that have not been ground into powder, but it is no longer important. The real Creator picked up the hammer and shovel from the corner, and one with one hand, and was ready to fight the monster directly.

The Decayed King skipped the argument of swearing: "Adam gave me a very interesting point of view, necessary sacrifice."

“Considering that Adam is your divine nature and a part of you, I decided to ask you, how do you think of the ‘necessary sacrifice’.”

"So you let me experience the memories of people who died at that time so many times?"

The earth was shaking and the disaster began. The real creator rushed out with a hammer and a shovel. Seeing that the wild dogs on the street were mutating, he took a shaved iron dog and slapped it on the spot, slapped the wild dog into a wriggling meat paste, and blood was four times.

splash.

“Embroidering may give you a better answer.”

The real creator stepped on the iron shovel twice, and the wriggling body was squeezed out a large amount of turbid blood like a sponge, and it soon stopped moving. After solving this hidden danger, the real creator suddenly felt a gust of cold wind coming from the back of his neck.

He waved the hammer behind him without hesitation, smashing the head of the mutated monster behind him to pieces.

"If you ask me - I was in the past, I can only say that I don't regret it."

The real creator made up two hammers and completely smashed the head and brain of the fish monster that was probably an elf into mud, and he was also splashed with blood on his face. He wiped the blood on his face with his sleeves.

, let your eyes open smoothly.

Losing extraordinary power and dying so many times has aroused a little unwillingness and resentment in the heart of the real Creator. Compared to waiting for death with peace of mind, He is willing to come out to fight for a while - even if He knows that these are over

Thousands of years of tragedy, layered history and time covered them up, and even the real Creator himself almost forgot about it.

No, it's not that I forgot - but that I took it for granted.

Because I felt it was taken for granted, I was sent to the corner of my memory.

This time, it was a little longer than the longest survival record before, but this person in history is now dead, and his upper body is bitten by a mutant wild dog and died. The outside god thought for a while, but he did not turn the page.

Instead, he followed the footsteps of the real Creator and followed behind Him.

"I understand, you don't regret it."

"Yes...how can you regret it?"

In a world where death is possible at any time, and when it is almost inconsistent with normal humans, His emotions are inevitably a little excited.

"If I don't do this, I will die, and the will of another person will replace me... If I don't do this, the world and civilization that I have worked so hard to create will be destroyed, and the aliens may unite again,

It may break through the barrier, devour the source and extraordinary qualities, and then quickly die because of the pathways... They can regenerate, but I, my angels, my believers and my country will never come back!"

"How could I not do this? How could I regret it!"

"but……"

A house on the street exploded, huge beams collapsed, smoke and fired wood flew everywhere, the real Creator was caught off guard by a piece of wood and lost his balance.

At this moment, a strange bird with five eyes swept down, and its sharp beak pierced His throat.

The strange bird screamed strangely, tearing half of his neck, trachea and throat, and pulling his mouth out to peck at the flesh and blood of his prey. Not long after, He coughed blood and suffocated to death.

This memory is over, or it should have ended long ago.

The Decayed King was about to turn the page, but the real Creator suddenly sat up suddenly, covered the wriggling crack in his throat, and hissed:

"Do it again!"

The outer god glanced at Him: "I do not provide archive function."

"It was the best touch I felt, and I don't have many opportunities to find weapons." The real Creator's neck was still there, and He spoke a little out of voice and air leakage, "Don't you want to hear me finish my words? Leave

I won’t have such rich emotions here.”

The declining king thought for a few seconds and nodded reluctantly.

The surrounding environment lights up and they return to the mill near the windmill.

The real Creator took His weapon again, and considering the explosion of the house, He also wanted to bring an old plank in the room, but had to give up because of his limited capacity for weight bearing.

"It's time for you to continue answering questions."

"question……"

After the real creator killed the wild dog and knocked the mutant elves according to the weekly process, he bypassed the explosive house and said while recalling:

"The reason I did that is simple. I don't want to become another person, nor do I want to destroy everything I have created."

"I am the only righteous god. If I don't be my follower god, that is the evil god. My choice is of course absolutely correct."

"...But do I actually want so many people to die? I definitely don't want it. If I don't care, then I'm not me, and I'm no different from Yuan Chu."
To be continued...