Chapter 291 The Destruction Chorus

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“…How many church members and innocent people died while pursuing Ince Zangwell and finding 0-08?”

"...How pitiful, you stupid, upright people, how sad it would be if they knew that their tragedy was acquiesced by God from the beginning!"

Leonard gritted his teeth and ran wildly with Daly on his back, not daring to see the scene behind him.

"…0-08 is an important item that a high-sequence extraordinary person needs. Your Night Goddess has cooperated with the other party, so as a reward, you should give 0-08 to this high-sequence strong person."

The oncoming wind hit his face, and a terrifying aura rose from behind. Just a wisp of breath made Leonard kneel down to the ground, and his hands and feet became spasmless.

Leonard struggled to stretch out his upper body and put Daly, who had fallen to the ground, back on his back.

He knew that his hands and legs were trembling violently, fear and more complex emotions captured his heart. But he also wanted to take Ms. Daly and the captain to leave here. He bit his lips hard, causing the pain to barely drive away those emotions.

"Do you hate me or the existence of 'kneading human life at will't do it'?"

What I hate is...

Leonard stood up tremblingly, helped Dai Li on his back, abandoned all distracting thoughts, and silently said in his heart: Run, run, run!

But even so, his teeth kept trembling and tears unconsciously shed.

Run, run, run, run. keep running.

"Run!!"

As the crowd reappeared around them, Leonard shouted at them, "Run! Don't stand here!"

But the passers-by around did not obey his shouts. They looked at the young man with curious eyes, who was dressed in a torn, scarred and unconscious woman on his back. Leonard had no time to do more, so he could only continue to run forward unwillingly and angrily.

He didn't dare to slow down a little, his spiritual perception made him feel chilled all over, as if a sharp knife was pressing against his neck.

A huge explosion came from behind, and the crowd around him started to discuss strangely. Then, screams burst out from extreme fear came one after another. Blood-red sea water poured into the city, and countless people were swallowed without a word, as if they melted directly inside.

Run! Run! Run! Run!

The instinct of survival and the idea of ​​"must take them out of here" occupied Leonard's brain. He wished he would instantly become an eight-legged monster like Ince Zangwell, able to run at a speed that the naked eye could not capture.

"Captain Soster!"

"His Excellency Yilia!!"

He shouted loudly the names of his companions and saints, but the "Eye of the Goddess" was not here, and Soster might have given up the approach of the dangerous street garden after discussing with others in the church, and chose to evacuate the masses or other ways.

The breath of madness and death followed closely, and Leonard watched with his own eyes the people who could not dodge were swallowed by the sea of ​​blood, screams and crying always flashed away.

He felt that he was gradually losing strength. He felt that there seemed to be an angry voice in his heart roaring, but now he was overdrawing his spiritual and physical strength and was unable to hear what the voice was roaring.

With the last strength, Leonard poured his spirituality into "squirming hunger" and rushed into the door that suddenly opened in front of him.

Bang!

Leonard lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground. Fortunately, the lawn was soft and the temperature of the sunshine was still shining.

He selected the coordinates in an abandoned garden on the outskirts of Beckland. It was rarely visited and was disrepaired. No one would notice that a red glove suddenly appeared from the coast from the capital.

He put Daly down and then slammed it on the ground with a loss of force.

At this moment, his brain finally resumed its operation again. He thought of the priest who could not remember his appearance, the priest who picked him up 0-08, the Clean who was suddenly taken away by the shadow, the nanny who was a child who lighted an oil lamp in the orphanage and gently told the children the mythological stories in "The Revelation of the Night", the swearing, those companions, those who expressed gratitude to him, those who could not help crying, and those others who sacrificed their lives in dangerous tasks again and again...

Deal, sacrifice, undercover, acquiesce.

I hate...

Leonard blocked his eyes with his arms, and tears slowly flowed down his cheeks.

...

The real Creator closed his eyes and his expression became serious:

"Crane, close your eyes, don't listen or look."

Klein nodded, he closed his eyes and closed his hearing, and the sticky shadows around him surged like a water curtain, hiding him into another world.

The real Creator witnessed Klein's figure disappearing into the shadow, his eyes slightly turned, and a cold wind floated in from the window, and a grayish-white figure appeared in His eyes.

The figure smiled: "It's really good. It's just a few hours away. We met again in a brand new look. The changes in unimaginable possibilities are always so charming."

Judging from the word count, the outer God is indeed in a relatively happy and pleasant mood now, and his personality is biased towards Edward, and it may also be a disguise brought by the demonic path. He is even more difficult to deal with than before... The real Creator tickled in his heart and said bluntly:

"Give me the uniqueness and sequence of 'imaginary'."

"No. Adam joined forces with the night to attack me, and tried to take away my extraordinary qualities, and I will not let Him go."

The Declined King shook his head, his tone still lighter: "Of course, I know that the alliance maintained by power and interests can only be connected more closely when both sides have gained... Dear allies, do you want to get something else?"

The real Creator narrowed his eyes slightly, and He was neither disappointed nor surprised by this answer.

It is certain that if you don’t give it, as long as you can obtain the “imaginator”, you can immediately use the uniqueness of idiom to be infinitely close to your heyday. The external god is likely to know some of the mysteries.

Adam's arrangement was really a stroke of God.

He really doubted whether he was contaminated by the external gods, so he did not use his own body to see Him, and made a fatal mistake.

The real Creator has no sorrow or joy, blocks all his emotional expressions, and then slowly raises a finger.

"Eternal Sun."

He said quietly, "You also know that 'creating everything, omniscient and omnipotent' is my most important point, and 'imaginary' means a great significance to me, and it is by no means comparable to a sun. So, give him His three sequences and uniqueness in a complete and normal way."

The outer God just thought about it, and He knew that the power of goodwill and equality would better promote cooperation, and it was also not surprising to this requirement:

"My pleasure."

The speech style and tone also changed... The real creator immediately spoke, "In addition, I have a new deal to talk to you: I want you to bless me, a normal blessing."

The Declined King paused for a second:

"I need to give you an explanation, ally, my curse is a blessing, you can treat the latter as a side effect of the former, how could you use the side effect alone? It depends on yourself."

The real creator spoke:

"I will seek your help under certain conditions, and you will pick the most suitable curse and power."

The outer god was interested in hearing this:

"Oh, as you ask? I'm glad you're willing to trust me like this, but what exactly are you going to do?"

“It depends on whether you have the courage to participate.”

The corners of the real Creator's mouth rose slightly, and for the first time he took the initiative to extend his hand in a deal with the outside god:

“——Decaying King, do you dare to participate in the return of ‘God’?”

"I want to trade with you, and exchange my complete trust in you for your wholehearted help. I want to try to control the Chaos Sea and invite you as a witness and a helper - you also have authority such as ‘record’, which must be a great gift."

The moment this sentence fell, the expression and movement of the decaying king stopped at the same time.

His mimicked human face was finally frozen on a smile waiting for the request of the real Creator. After a brief moment of stagnation, the smile gradually expanded, from surprise to ecstasy, from ecstasy to more obscure and intense emotions. Then, dark cracks appeared on His slightly pale face from the corners of His mouth. Joy made him temporarily forget to maintain the appearance of human beings, revealing all kinds of mysterious and complex information symbols that cannot be looked directly under his skin.

"Is this your way to break the deadlock?"

The decayed king stretched out his hand, pinched the sides of his hideous and terrifying cheeks, temporarily smoothing out the dark cracks and dissipated spirituality. His eyes, which were not visually functional, stared at the real Creator, and his voice was shaking, almost laughing:

"That's great. I never thought I could have such an honor! I can't refuse, I can't refuse at all!"

The next moment, the outer god suddenly stopped laughing strangely and returned to his past peace:

"But you haven't finished your words yet?"

The real Creator smiled, and his expression slowly became serious again: "...The previous transaction between me and you officially began after the end of this event. I allow you to go to the Eastern Continent in exchange for me, "The Witch of Despair". Also, try to keep Intis's people."

“…”

The Defeated King slowly put down his hand holding his cheeks, his expression slightly subtle - after a brief loss of control, his micro-operation level returned to normal: "I can't understand you, an ally. You have the awareness and courage yourself, but you still have to protect the mysterious heirs."

"The Heavenly Lord will not be grateful to you."

"What is the point of this? Even if you return, you will still retain your love for believers and humans, and they are still safe."

"How long can you spend me, one month, or two months? You shouldn't hope for such a short time. Even for a short-lived species like humans, one or two months are not worth mentioning. How can he do? Can he become what you want?"

Upon hearing this, the corners of the real Creator's closed mouth also raised slightly, from the heart, sighing without any emotion, hostility or defense.

"This is a bet, and it's the path I'll go."

"I hope that I love people because I am a human, not because people are my believers."

"Klein--of course, I protect him, expecting him because he owns the Source Fort. If I succeed, he doesn't need to sacrifice for it anymore. But even if he doesn't, he is still a person under my protection."

"Love for your own race?"

The Declined King held his cheek and sighed:

"I can understand this answer, and I have seen too many creatures like you, but I am just a bystander and don't feel it."

After saying that, He turned his eyes to the windows covered by the curtains, and his tone became relaxed and pleasant again: "Then I'm leaving, and I will bring it back as a souvenir. I like your answer, and I like the various human natures that you embody, and even selfishness looks so dazzling because of your awareness and courage... I even want to give you a hug, but our relationship doesn't seem so good?"

The Decayed King laughed softly twice, and He waved his hand and disappeared from the room, just as no one had ever come.

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To be continued...