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The stars at the end of the starry sky are burning quietly, and the universe is silent.

The sound of collapse became louder and louder, and the entire dark world began to tremble, as if it would completely collapse in the next moment.

The rift collapsed, and the decayed king looked there, watching all the stars in this universe dim bit by bit. In the endless eternal night, the light of the sun became the last light, which reminded him of the first born in God's memory.

universe.

"Now, it's time to say goodbye."

"Actually, it should be better if we never leave?"

The external god thought without any emotion that there were regrets, but not many. The real Creator did make him feel a little regretful, but he had seen too many regrets, and things are calm now. The most in the civilization of the Dharma-Ending Age is

The warriors who turned the tide.

He stared at the star for a while, finally closed his eyes and left this dream.

On the cliff deep in Chernobyl, Edward came to his senses. In His perception, the Chaos Sea was still as calm as before, without any change, but the stone had been thrown down, and the ripples gathered into waves, and the waves were connected.

It will be a matter of time before a tsunami becomes a matter of time.

"I think His choice is really exquisite than regrets and sorrows."

"With God's life as an experience of God, although God will not be biased, if you are lucky, humans can become the Petri dish that God will protect a little when the Heavenly Lord comes to harass you. Is this protection for them?

I don't know the good things."

Edward said: “His mentality has also changed, from thinking that he can do it, to thinking that he can’t do anything after being hit, to reorganizing and re-planning and thinking, and once again believing that he must be able to do it.

”

Amon here has been secretly paying attention to the movements of the real Creator and the external god. He did know through the information exchange between his clones that the real Creator became a dual-path true god, but like the original body, he also believes that the real Creator is actually "salvation".

"Saslir, who got the benefit but went crazy... It was precisely because of this wrong perception that the Amons who wandered in the Eastern Continent have been persistent in cleaning up the land of God's abandonment for thousands of years and converted to faith.

People further destroy the pitifully few positive anchors of the real Creator.

However, he was still quite smart. After the real Creator entered the Chaos Sea, he carefully watched the side for a long time. Then, in order to obtain more information, he used some residual information in Chernobyl to trade with Edward.

Amon pinched his monocle glasses, and a sincere smile on his face: "Every time, other clones wandering in the wilderness near Chernobyl will come over to share some knowledge with me, although it is limited,

But no one can get close to here except yourself, right?”

Amon thought about it and nodded.

In addition to the purpose of collecting intelligence, Amon is still a little curious. Although he also knows why the true god of the omniscient and omnipotent five ways enters the Chaos Sea for, he has never experienced these things personally. There is always a layer between speculation and reality.

Thick barrier.

Even when the Eastern Continent was most prosperous, it would not be known here, not to mention that there were major catastrophes that buried everything. This old city and old buildings were hidden in the depths of darkness and history.

There are no visitors in the surrounding wilderness.

Therefore, Mr. Men and Amon also gave up becoming a god in the Quaternary period, and the Soroasted family escaped.

Now, seeing Edward breaking away from his state of wandering around the sky, he came up with courage again.

"Don't you know me?"

This is already done well, perfectly, very good.

Amon thought: "He is in a very good state, and the end of the world is only 19 years left, so he plans to accommodate the Chaos Sea now?"

Edward yawned, left from the edge of the cliff, brought a more comfortable recliner, and prepared to stay here and wait and leave - there were still many details that needed to be repaired and the memory of God's life.

The process, this process will not be too long or too short, at least it will have to wait until this memory is repaired seamlessly. If the real Creator decides today and goes to sea tomorrow, it will only prove that He has failed again and failed completely

, and then directly break it up to God and archive it in categories.

Indeed, Chernobyl contains huge secrets, which not only reveals the truth of the so-called "travel", but also involves the Chaos Sea and God. The real Creator blocked it after he left, which was almost the second era.

"It's complicated to say, in short, He will come back, and then you will know His attitude towards you."

The Chaos Sea has traces to follow, and other source substances are blocked in another continent, but if the Source Fortress cannot be found, the strong men who have three secret ways of the Doomsday will have to wait for death. So in the Fourth Era, several dukes are

He also abandoned his past grudges and joined forces to conduct experiments with Antigonus, trying to force himself to become a god with the strong aggregate power and the spirit of the Lord of Mystery, and tried to attract the Source Castle.

Edward didn't want to explain it clearly to him.

"What did He go through?"

Amon immediately shut up and took two steps back. But after a few minutes, he couldn't help but ask his curiosity: "Is the real Creator not thrown out after so long? Does it mean that He and the Source

It's relatively smooth?"

Only... the feeling of being forced into the Chaos Sea is really unpleasant, and it can even be said to be very bad.

“He has experienced something that is absolutely not interesting to him.”

Amon raised his eyebrows slightly, and he thought about the incident of the Source Castle. The powerful men from the Three Secret Ways searched for the Source Castle for several epochs but still found nothing. They all began to think about whether the "Mysterious Lord" did not intend to let anything go.

Man becomes Him, but he is waiting for his resurrection.

If you want to talk about the declining king, the Lord of Withering is applauding in his mind.

If he really jumps, with the strength of his clone saint, he will only be completely polluted by the Chaos Sea and then vomited out.

"What have you all experienced?"

But other humans will feel sad because of this. Edward held his chin and thought, no matter what enlightenment those people make or what words to comfort others, sadness cannot be stopped, because the disappearance of life is worthy of sadness.

idea.

There are no extra thoughts other than that.

Amon, who was hiding in Chernobyl, ran out from somewhere. After these days of chatting, Edward became familiar with him.

Isn't this quite admirable? The original God sentenced him to death. Although He didn't know, he still avoided the future that was broken up and erased in a clever way. If he insisted on his own, he should stop at Him as soon as possible.

Say goodbye forever.

Edward nodded: "It's almost the case."

"Does the source incarnation also have a preference?" said Amonchi, "I thought they only had instinct and logic."

"Yes."

Although most clones are useless, if the body is allowed to abandon all clones, the body will probably not want to.

"I want to say that the true Creator and God are not so good."

He claimed that he had broken contact with all the clones outside because of the Chaos Sea, could not synchronize information, and knew nothing about the outside world. In fact, he had no power of the Chaos Sea at all. He had never jumped down, but had been always

Just strolling here.

Amon retreated to the entrance of the passage at the speed of light. Although he knew it was useless and he was not afraid of death, he still tried his best to perform the performance of Amon who liked to pursue excitement but was timid.

"However, whether the condition is good or not is actually not important to the source quality. But if you can accommodate the source quality, it is very likely that it is not your credit, but the one who incarnates the source quality is willing to do this, such as God is not very good.

willing."

The devil said, "If He restores you to a character as soon as he comes up, then I know who He is."

"Yes."

The Amons are under the jurisdiction of the original body, and not everyone has limited freedom and self like the one they selected. Even if they tell them that the real Creator is the human aspect of the ancient sun god, they may be believed at the beginning.

, but as long as the original body firmly does not think so, all Amon will think this is a lie.

"What did it do?" Amon became one hundred thousand whys, "Does He want to accommodate the sea of ​​chaos?"

"Of course there is, now I throw you into the Chaos Sea, and you will know whether He likes you."

Amon did not give up on the idea of ​​seizing information and asked again.

Edward rarely patiently answered Amon's boring questions after another: "He himself knew that besides his identity and strength are more in line with God, his over-favorable personality of a certain race is the most intolerant of God.

God says it doesn't matter whether it is a human, a dragon or an elves. Immortal birds and feathered snakes are fine. God can bring all races under his command to collect all the pictures. Why do you want to give up other pictures for a human? Other races

It’s not that I don’t have my own culture.”

Edward joked: "You still know how to get along with me, so you should keep in touch with the clones outside."

But their experiment suffered a tragic failure. Antigonus was defeated by the spirit of the mysterious lord and turned into a crazy "half fool". Finally, under the operation of the goddess of night, he fell into eternal sleep, and the kingdom of night was also

Therefore, it is destroyed.

"I'll wait and see for a while and leave in a while."

Seeing that Amon was scared away, Edward didn't say anything more. He took out the notebook from his arms, turned forward a few pages, and turned to a page of the musical score that he had smeared casually.

“He is indeed worthy of my writing a narrative poem.”

The singer who symbolizes destruction thought so: "I wrote a little before, but I haven't finished it. Anyway, no one can prove that He has existed except me, so give Him what the deceased life should have."

TBC

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