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"According to the customs and customs of the Eurasian continent before the catastrophe, there should be many cities near the sea, right?"

The real creator did not answer.

The sun shines on the land of God's abandonment, slowly purifying the pollution and darkness of this land for thousands of years. Edward walked and stopped, carrying out some improvised archaeology from time to time, and admired the scenery of this wasteland with nothing as if he was really traveling.

"A person died here, and there are also traces of fighting and remains... This is a small team, an exploration team sent by the last live force of the city-state on the verge of extinction, wanting to find some food."

Edward reached out and gestured: "Then they encountered a terrifying monster in the darkness and were destroyed here."

"This happened...987 years ago."

The real Creator glanced in the direction of His hand gesture. His authority did not involve history, and saw nothing, only a piece of wasteland with dark colors and a few solid debris with no material visible. He closed his eyes and did not ask how the team was waiting for their relatives to return with food in the city-state after the destruction, because the ending was already destined.

The city-state is on the verge of collapse. Even if the team does not die this time, it will encounter danger in the next time and next time. Even if they can return smoothly with their prey every time, they cannot resist the endless dark despair. Crazy and death are the only answers in the land of God’s abandonment.

He understood why the declining king liked it.

These small episodes were everywhere along the way, and the external God's murmur surrounds the ears of the real Creator. At this time, He did not feel that the other party was deliberately disturbing His thinking and emotions, but instead thought that this was a disguised help. Because through the other party's narrative and record, He could feel that his connection with this land became deeper and his weight gradually increased.

Although I felt exhausted, sad, and helpless, the real Creator had never understood the sufferings experienced by the Eastern Continent so clearly, and had never been so clearly aware of what he had done and what his decision had fallen on the earth and formed a desperate world.

"God" will not feel guilty. God is always right.

"God" will not suffer. God is omniscient and omnipotent.

"God" will not regret it. God cannot be doubted.

But people are not.

Relying on these tiny and inconspicuous differences, the real Creator can always defeat the increasingly clear call in his ears again and again.

“…Oh, there is a city here.”

The outer god who was walking outside and doing the irregular movement of freedom suddenly stopped. He walked a few steps in the place, faced a certain direction, reached out to grab a hand in the air, and countless information from the land, records and history were immediately attracted as if they had encountered a whirlpool, and gradually gathered a vague picture of the book in His hands. The real Creator also stopped and observed the actions of the outer god.

The spiritual world of the East Continent is still not completely together with the outside world, and these intelligence and records do not come from the spiritual world, but...

...The memory of this land itself?

The real Creator involuntarily thought of the "memory of disasters" he experienced in his ritual of becoming a god. This memory contains so many people, so many cities, so many different perspectives and identities. Compared with the memories of a certain person or some people, it is indeed more like a record from the perspective of space and a proof of existence.

However, being able to do this proves that He has established stable communication with the half of the body outside the sky and is able to use the other party's power.

With a light sound, a book that looked nothing special fell on Edward's hand. He flipped through it roughly, looked at the contents of the book, then looked at the ground under his feet, and said in confusion: "City of the Cliff?"

There is a wasteland around this, with no mountains or cliffs.

The true Creator's eyes moved slightly, and this name evoked some of His extremely distant memories.

Edward's wrist shook, and the book of some thickness began to turn pages automatically. As the pages turned, the surrounding world suddenly changed.

In an instant, a mountain peak appeared out of nowhere, and countless illusory bricks and wood flew up from the ground. Stone bricks several centimeters wide built a thick city wall, and the stone slabs paved the wide ground. A city with a distinctive giant style and delicate and exquisite patterns and carved styles that humans like to have risen from the ground. The huge city was built along the mountains, and the circling mountain roads were regular and beautiful.

It seemed as if time went back, the illusion of residents appeared in the city. They were blurred, chatting and laughing, and some were hawking.

The city gradually shrank, and it seemed that after many expansions, it had finally emerged. The city walls disappeared, the walls turned into raw materials, the ground changed from stone slabs to ordinary dirt roads, and the clothes of people coming and going quickly became simple or even simple, leaving only a few pieces of cloth around them.

Then, the number of giants gradually increased rapidly, and occasionally elves appeared. Almost every giant was surrounded by some thin, thin, simple pieces of cloth, and even unclothed humans.

Edward flipped through the book, and the phantom of the city continued to change with His movements, like pulling the progress bar of the video.

The real Creator stared at the city and suddenly asked, "How did it destroy?"

Edward's movements of flipping the book paused and turned directly to the last few pages.

The magnificent city built against the mountain suddenly trembled violently, as if an unprecedented earthquake suddenly hit, and the phantom of the walking humans all showed a look of shock on their faces.

Extraordinary people came out to maintain public order, evacuate the crowd, and let them go to the shelter prepared in the city, but then the whole sky suddenly darkened, lightning flashed, and the silver sword light cut through the sky, and a aftermath came, and the entire mountain was cut open like tofu.

The mountain collapsed.

No one had time to resist, and the city and people turned into pieces and were buried in gravel and soil.

The light was lost between heaven and earth, and shadows flowed over, and the wreckage of the mountains and the city melted into the bloody darkness. Then more than a thousand years passed, and under the extraordinary aggregation, the monsters came hurriedly, digging the soil to search for the remaining extraordinary characteristics, and strange extraordinary plants grew. The remains of this raised hill and cliff city slowly disappeared, and there was no trace to be found.

The book closed and a story came to an end. Edward observed the real creator and said curiously: "Have you been here?"

"As here, it means that my destination is not far away."

The real Creator did not answer this question directly. He lowered his eyes and glanced at the wasteland beneath his feet, with a sigh in his voice.

"...I walked out of the Chaos Sea and trekked in the Eastern Continent for a long time in confusion. This strange world is full of terror, and strange monsters are everywhere. Even myself, I have become a stronger monster with sacred and strange power."

"And then, in a small village on a mountain, I finally met humans, humans born as slaves."

"In fact, in comparison, the giants are quite gentle. Although they treat humans as a toy to play bad games, they will at least not eat humans, will not enjoy killing humans, and will not discuss how old humans taste the best, and will not make me feel too disgusted."

His word stopped here, and the real Creator raised his head, looked into the distance, and chose a direction to move forward.

Edward listened carefully to His speech, thought carefully for a while, when humans were at their best, then stopped thinking about the subject, stuffed the books in his hand into his own cabinet, and followed.

...

"It's a question whether a republic or a constitutional monarchy."

Richard looked around and said, "Anyway, don't build a kingdom. I don't think it's important whether there is a king in the Highlands. Does anyone object? I heard that Intis has begun to implement basic social security and let extraordinary people join production labor. Do we really need a so-called royal family to support us? In the past, we might indeed need a strong leader to gather the people of the Highlands. But look at these royal families, recognize the reality, actively prepare for war, inspire the people, and correctly use the combat power of indulgence and liberation... We will not hate them if there is no mistake in this. Now, even the rebels have not restored the country under the banner of the royal family, and they still have a royal family to come out and hope that they will lead us to do?"

The bound God was silent.

"I think... forget it, I'll vote for the Republic." Baranka hesitated to look at the bound God. The royal family of Tinicol was considered a family of the bound God. It was directly denied by Richard at the beginning, but it still made him feel a little complicated.

But even though he was extremely reluctant, He still sat at the temporary negotiating table, and the other "silent disciples" and "puppets" sat on another square table in the distance, and did not dare to breathe and digest the progress.

The small building that was temporarily packed up is full of glory due to the arrival of the Angel of Temperance, the King of Curses and the God of Bound. It has a premonition that it will become a new pilgrimage to the Rose School for at least ten years.

Unfortunately, Sera is not here, otherwise the angels of the Rose School will gather together to discuss the future, which will be a grand event that has never been seen before.

"It seems that you two also think that the Highlands do not need a royal family, or rather, a royal family with excessive real power."

Seeing that the three reached a consensus, Baranka raised the next question:

"Then do we need a constitutional monarchy? The royal family of Tinikol is almost completely dead. Of course, if...uh... the great God of Bound has the will to be a constitutional monarchy, we can also find the remaining descendants of the royal family of Tinikol in the school to succeed the throne... Then, what should Renette Tinikol, who has been biologically transformed in the spiritual world, do? After all, He is the favor of the God of Bound."

It was still killed by our indulgence.

“…”

Both of them turned their eyes to the bound god who was wearing inconspicuous robes, ordinary-looking and scarred. Tolzner thought for a while, and asked in a voice that seemed to be without any emotional fluctuations:

"What does Renette think of the current Highlands?"

"I don't know. We just solved the garrison two days ago. Now we don't even have a provisional government and don't have time to inform others." Richard reached out to touch a cup of coffee, tasted the mellow coffee in the Pass Valley for a while, and said while drinking, "If you are curious, I will go back to the spiritual world to visit Him. I guess the creatures in the spiritual world are not very concerned about the information in the real world. He has been dead for several years."

"Mahhams." He called sideways, "Put some milk for me."

The blonde curly haired Maihams stood up, then turned around and went out, leaving the small room to get milk.

"Is Renette's attitude very important? I think Renette is probably still a little obsessed with Sera."

Baranka found a sense of participation and said casually: "The creatures in the spiritual world are no longer living people. It is normal for them to only retain one or two of the deepest feelings. In Renette's heart now, he probably only has his own temperance and Sera who killed himself."

"Maybe He will hate you too." Richard teased, "After all, you become the king of curses when He died."

"I don't care about the thoughts of dead people."

"The last time I communicated with Him was more than a year ago. He still didn't like me anyway. It is of course a good thing to be obsessed with my younger generations. I plan to find some time to visit Renette and Sharon."

"Visit?" Baranka sneered.

"Hmph. Now it's a visit." Richard smiled, "Little Sharon has limited strength and dare not come to us openly. Since Steve is dead, Marichi should have already been a resentful soul. The two young resentful souls cannot gather the temperate factions who fled to the Northern Continent, and then they die and cannot surrender. They are all irrelevant children. What am I concerned about them doing?"

"You seem to have gained a lot when you go to the Northern Mainland this time."

"It's true that I saved a very rich girl from my family." The Angel of Control brought the tray where the coffee was placed, and brushed her hand, and clusters of flower-like patterns grew. "The little girl is an audience with good psychological quality. I also plan to turn her over to treat the madman and psychiatric patients here. The mental hospitals can't even get the lower-level members."

"Audience?" Baranka curiously, "from the Psychological Alchemy?"

"Maybe."

While speaking, Mahams knocked in the door with a milk jug. Richard handed over the coffee in his hand and asked the bound god with a sudden idea, "Now is a good time for afternoon tea. Do you want some snacks? It seems that the sacrifice we give you only has a blood sacrifice and no food."

The bound God looked at Him without expressing his opposition.

Richard waved his hand and greeted Maihams who had just returned to his seat, "Prepare a refreshment for our respected God!"

Mai Hams, whose butt had not yet touched the cushion, was silent for two seconds, stood up again, and left.

"It's a long way to go, let's continue talking about Renette."

Richard cleared his throat and looked at the bound god:

"It seems that God has not thought of a solution, so let's discuss whether the republic is necessary - first of all, from the perspective of productivity, I think we prisoners and criminals are really bad. The meaning of our low-sequence existence may only provide psychiatrists with the role of mental patients, which is almost useless in people's livelihood. Do you have any objections?"

"I basically agree with you, but I think our moderation is still a little effective in society."

Baranka immediately retorted:

"The Bailang Empire can hire skeletons to farm, and so can our zombies."

Richard couldn't help but laugh: "How many times have you said it? Moderation is a social moral requirement. Can you eat this thing as a meal? Can you, can others? According to you, we prisoners actually have some effect in productivity. You see, as long as we ascend to Sequence 2, we can use the invincible deformation curse to make food!"

“…I’m not discussing this with you!”
To be continued...