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Before Edward walked away, he heard the real Creator behind him had already started talking.

The hearing at the level of the True God does not prevent Him from hearing the nonsense used by the True Creator to preach while thinking. These words may be outrageous and inexplicable, but since they come from the mouth of a True God "notary", it will inevitably happen.

It will surely come true.

"Here is helping to compile the Future Book, and also trying to distinguish between the Heavenly Lord and Klein through these small differences?" Edward nodded, hugged his arms and then wandered to another place, kicking a small stone under his feet away.

"This is meaningless in the face of 'fraud'. If you really want to save mankind and save the earth, you may still be more reliable to expect the real Creator to become the God of the future."

Thinking of this, Edward quickly moved away from the Moon City Patrol Squad and the Real Creator, and approached the gray fog barrier.

He narrowed his eyes, pushed his glasses, raised his head and carefully observed the details of the seal set by the Heavenly Lord, and then tickled.

"Utilizing the power and symbols of the source castle, the seal of the 'door' was greatly strengthened..."

"This is equivalent to locking the "door" of the concept of the Western Continent? The symbolic door can not only act on space, but it is said that even He can regard the last second of a minute as the door leading to the next minute.

', plus the 'error' authority in time, this symbol can be used to block other gods in time. I have heard of it, but I have never seen it with my own eyes..."

When did you hear who said it? It seems that, probably - during the 3,000-star cycle after the birth of a rose nebula, I was observing a civilization affected by a slight extraordinary ability.

, chatted with a god who happened to pass by.

Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun is a common topic in the universe, but everyone generally doesn't talk much about Him. It can even be said that the gods don't communicate much... Any words they say will carry extraordinary power, and they don't want to go there.

Mian was still passionately accusing Tianzun of passion, and the next second, he would find a monocle glasses or a white mask suddenly appeared on the faces of his compatriots whom he could chat with.

Monoliths are indeed annoying things.

In that nebula, there are intelligent lives similar to reptiles. They have words, history and language. Because they do not have real extraordinary powers, they only worship the gods they imagined. The extraordinary characteristics of their demigods are regarded as holy objects, and they are in the long run.

In the theocracy society, countless containers were cultivated to "control" the holy objects, and gradually realized that new people with high similarity to the containers in the past had a greater probability of successful control.

A container without a dead will be elected as a tribal leader. This system lasted for a long time. It was not until the biology in this nebula learned to communicate the spirituality of other things with spells and developed a new system of power to change.

After observing the battle of self-innovation of the race, the declining king moved them from "prepared intervention" to the "possible prosperity" category, and then left, waiting for a future meeting.

I really want to know how they are now... Edward frowned.

After thinking about it carefully, I have been wasting thousands of years on Earth, and the Earth is so boring.

I really want to go back.

Edward exhaled, picked up his arms, and walked back and forth a few steps in front of the fog barrier, thinking about countermeasures while walking.

It is impossible to open hard. Even if you ask for help from the body, you can't break the seal of the Heavenly Lord in the past. Taking action directly will attract the attention of other compatriots - of course, they are very happy to watch now.

In addition to the mother tree of desire. Although his help to "God" caused everyone's commotion, the order-neutral camp may also be very easy to deal with "God" who is favored by a certain family, whether it is to please or avoid it.

They are all very simple. The atmosphere in the starry sky is very beautiful and full of the atmosphere of a cinema.

He followed the gray fog barrier and followed a faint sense of vague sense since entering the East Road.

"The land of God abandonment is so good and I am, and next to the seal;"

"Why can I not do anything about the city of disasters rely on the polluted Medici to influence Bansy where His blood descendants are?"

But beside the seal, His spirituality was also seriously disturbed. Edward and the real Creator's steps were apart. After walking in a certain direction for a long time, he finally stopped and gave up the headless fly.

Carpet-style search.

He found a large, flat stone in a wasteland, rubbed it, sat down, then closed his eyes and made a strange sound from his throat:

"The Lord of Wither, the King of Decay, the Final Journey of All Life."

Through a high-person creature as a stable medium, this is so simple that it cannot be more simple—but the prayer made by God himself is responded at the next moment, as if another pair of eyes suddenly opened in his body, and the scenery outside the sky is sharing consciousness

A flash of time passed.

Huge cracks are everywhere on the extinguished stars. In the dark universe, distant stars are shining with glimmers from thousands of years ago.

The forelimbs of the huge creature, like a still remains, were half-moving, and the exposed ribs and empty abdominal cavity grew in the tangled blue-black vines. The slender tail of the snake swung a few times under the traction of the branches parasitized in the body.

Three eyes distributed on both sides of the head were opened, and a blue light flowed in the eyeballs.

Countless roots and vines extend from the end of His body, and stars of all sizes are trapped in a sea of ​​trees built by His God. When the old days called the Decayed King began to move, they were like blue-black

Nebula.

Wherever He entrees, light-colored flowers grow with no end. They are inserted lightly on the ground, forming a continuous sea of ​​flowers.

After a closer look, in this vibrant scene, the flowers are drooping, the petals are slightly curled and dried, the grass leaves are dark, and the fragrance is mixed with a terrifying dead breath. They are as quiet as their own gods day after day

It is quiet and decayed, but it will never wither and die.

But there was an extremely eye-catching crack at one point, as if a piece of turf had been dug away.

After a moment of sight, the gods like remains swept to a giant flesh-and-blooded tree blooming like a gorgeous flower in the endless starry sky in the distance.

He ignored this fellow who seemed not to intend to go to war with Him now, and instead passed on part of his spirit in prayer.

"This is the Eastern Continent."

The Lord of Withering observed the world through the senses of half of his body with great interest. The vision brought by the two eyes that were in front was very novel. It was also novel with two upright hind legs that evolved specifically for action. This combination

It was not common among many identities in the past. In just a few seconds, He had fully grasped everything about humanity, including body language, and expression of various emotions. He did not care about the instability of the old person and power after the arrival of the old person and power.

This container, which had not yet been baptized by the source, began to slowly collapse.

Then He stretched out a hand, his palm facing upwards, and a book made of animal skins appeared before Him, and blood slowly dripped in the gaps in the pages.

"It's such an intoxicating history. This story is about to end. He is the beginning and the end."

"Just like the god of death in the intelligence you shared with me, of course, I am more willing to teach the Queen."

The memories that can be obtained by walking on this land are much more than those in heaven staring at the eye, although the latter, which seems to Him, is enough to make the real Creator, who is responsible for the human nature, recall the past again. The Withered Lord himself

Talking to himself, while supplementing the details of the book, the detailed landform changes and city-state layout of the Middle East in the Third Era emerged on the title page. Each page afterwards recorded the customs, customs, and even important figures of different city-states.

, important events.

The memories of biological beings will wear out and make mistakes, but the memories of space, time and the world themselves will never fade.

He stared in one direction for a few seconds, then turned his gaze to the distant mist.

"There are more than 20,000 survivors and a few interesting mythical creatures. After they leave here, the possibility and the line of destiny will change dramatically. Wouldn't you go and find a few interesting chats?

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"Can you stop talking?"

After the words of praise ended, an impatient look immediately appeared on Edward's face: "After communicating with me last time, when Rossell died, I forgot to contact the Son of Chaos, you are too easy to be messed up

Possibility has attracted. Can't you not want to talk while coping with other compatriots in the starry sky? Hurry up and reduce the power of the source and quality, and I want to find the source of induction."

But before he finished speaking, He smiled again.

"All right."

He reached out and grabbed a illusory cane in the air.

The outline of the cane fluctuates for a moment, and finally is wrapped in a fairly normal concept, with a bright cyan light source at the top that cannot illuminate anything around.

"The original barrier is already in danger, and the seal of the Heavenly Lord has also shaken to a certain extent... It has begun to decline, so I can influence it." said the Lord of Withering, "Only influence!"

"According to the possibility, the seal of the Heavenly Lord will weaken after 1651598 to the extent that the true god can intervene, as long as it is, the premise is that the Heavenly Lord has not awakened yet. This is obviously impossible, and we do not need to wait until it weakens to that extent.

Just start."

The cold wind blew, and a few wildflower-like plants bloomed on the barren land. They grew, expanded their range, and approached the gray barrier. The power of the sea of ​​flowers eroded reality while putting seals on them.

They withered and scattered in an instant, but they worked tirelessly to weaken the small barrier, and then crossed it, eroding the sealed land.

The source quality has a sequence in symbolic order, but there is no obvious difference in strength and function.

"If the old days can intervene, it will probably be about 148,264."

"Moving this possibility to the present may open up a small hole...it is probably the size of a gap as big as a thumb."

The Lord of Withered approached the eroded mist and stared at this corner.

It is definitely impossible to expect that the sea of ​​flowers that symbolizes the incompleteness can open the door of the "Source Castle Aura". Even if you are really in the body, the result may not be satisfactory. It is better to settle for the second best and find a way to pry off a piece of inconspicuous one.

Then fill the bricks back quickly.

He broke off his index finger like a branch breaking and threw it on the ground.

As soon as the broken finger lands, layers of tiny flowers grow immediately, and then merge into the land under your feet, becoming part of the source substance, carrying a few spiritual imprints, trying to weaken the gray fog by possibility.

Instantly penetrated into the opposite world.

"You can only suppress your spirit to this level."

The Lord of Withered found a place to sit down, reached out and pressed his temple. After listening for a while, he smiled slightly jokingly at his other half:

"You have many believers on earth. These voices are full of vitality, which is different from what I usually hear."

He let out a few laughs, and those messy prayers poured into His ears through various names, mixed with the prayers of the alien creatures in the stars, hundreds of languages

It rang out in a mess at the same time, and the inside and outside were filled with noise, as if it had become a grand tide, and it was like throwing the declining king into the gunpowder development factory, with a drum band next to it.

“How long will it take to erode?”
To be continued...