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There are very few extraordinary items and characteristics left, even the money is pitifully small, and the entire Sauron family has the highest title of poor earl.

After Medic learned that he was dead, Alista Tuduo was promoted to the Red Priest, and he soon died on the spot in the Battle of the Four Emperors. Seeing that he died three times at one time in the Battle of the Four Emperors, Alista had long gone crazy. It would be fine if Solomon's fate could not be defeated, but unexpectedly, the Six Gods could not even protect their puppets. It was the God of Death who took the greatest advantage... He even laughed so hard that tears came out.

——Terenthust, the "Night Emperor" who was backed by the Six Gods, did not survive! I really don't know what the Six Gods are doing! Or, because Solomon, who was the most threatening, died, and Alista, who needed checks and balances, also died, so there was no need for Terenthust to exist... Hahaha, it seems that Tuduo's madman must have long seen that the Six Gods only know internal fighting and dragging each other down, so he didn't fight for the opportunity to be pet dogs at all.

If you defect to the six gods, you can't resist. You can only pray that they will fulfill their promises. Even if you write a blank check, you must accept it with gratitude!

Now it seems that it is reasonable to be promoted to the Red Priest by the enemy infiltrating into the capital and killing two conquerors under the nose of the Night Emperor.

However, that guy Salinger was really useless. He had obtained the uniqueness and extraordinary characteristics of the Red Priest, but he did nothing extraordinary. He just went crazy and went crazy, and he didn't even pull God down one or two. The "pale disaster" that wiped out life was simply unsightly, and only the witch would take the opportunity to digest the potion.

Medic then sneered: "The false god is not trustworthy."

"Those illusory blessings, gazes, and shelter... are nothing more than that. I have never believed in the mercy of the gods. They are probably similar in this regard than the children who have just been able to distinguish good and evil, but are still eager to try to tear off the butterfly wings."

"No, maybe the children have mercy, but they don't! Ha, isn't this what is lacking to emphasize? I have never heard the Lord write nonsense about mercy and redemption into the sacred texts, but the Lord has always proved with his words and deeds what salvation and light is!"

Medic has been in high spirits these two days, and one of the five sentences must be related to the real Creator or the ancient sun god. Although I have heard enough while jailing and going crazy, the five sentences that are similar to the performance still make Sauron and Einhorn frequently look at each other, and it feels like returning to the First Empire of Solomon to witness the real Creator's crazy believers.

"Medici, I don't know whether you should say that you are big or blind. The power of natural mythical creatures gives you confidence in not knowing death, and makes you lack awe of death."

Einhorn said lightly: "I'm glad to see you as bold and speak without saying anything when you were alive."

The war angels took their ears and replied disdainfully: "Why did you suddenly start spitting ivory? You might as well want to join the Lord's command?"

"It's a pity that you are far worse than me. My Lord will not collect waste!"

"Oh……"

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The real Creator did not know that his faithful subordinates were fighting with the other two cohabitants. He was also confused by Medic's new look that challenged the limits of his imagination, and realized that he did not have the means to separate them at the moment, and no one in the Aurora Society had it.

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"I won't talk about this."

Seeing that the failure of his early education in his life shines again in the hands of others, the real Creator was inexplicably unhappy, and even those memories that were so long that they were fragmented were aroused.

Since I found that my state was unstable, maintaining human nature and memory with a diary has become a necessary act at present. The real Creator will occasionally recall the past and temporarily return to his homeland in the wind and snow. Friends and neighbors who cannot remember their names called him back, and their parents who have forgotten their faces but should be smiling advised him to stay.

He felt that his humanity seemed a bit too abundant, and he had enough sentimentality. But of course he could not stay. His home was not here—even according to some old doctrines and his own judgment, but only a part of the humanity that was crazy and hysterical was not the ancient sun god— nor the magnificent heaven that belonged to the sun god, which was no longer invaded by cold and darkness.

Children play in the garden, accompanied by the indoctrination of lightning, flames and knowledge, and they keep the kingdom of God always lively, which is a good thing.

Amon, who prefers the name of the God of Prank, gathered together to play the old game brought by the Sun God. As always, Adam stared at and recorded all this as a bystander. Instinct is enough to play the most perfect audience - of course, He will not always be the audience, and no matter how good the audience is, he will have a day to pick up the script and participate in the choreography of fate, although the Sun God does not expect that day to come.

The real Creator felt that all this was also vague, comparable to the memories of the old era.

There is only one place that belongs to Him, that is, the land filled with despair and depravity that I saw when I opened my eyes.

The paradise of honey and milk flowing - the place of heaven - the source of civilization where many kingdoms and cities and states are united - the land abandoned by God - the cage.

Those people are innocent. After retrieving their reason, the real Creator firmly thought that it was himself who was guilty. It was himself who wanted to atone for sin. The disaster that caused 99% of the creatures to die instantly was caused by themselves! What's even more tragic is that it is also the birthplace of oneself, the place where one becomes a god, the sanctuary of the great true god "hanged man".

Therefore, they have nowhere to escape, and God can do nothing. Just like putting a few ants in the palm of the epilepsy patient's hand, it is impossible for the epilepsy patient to control whether they can kill them.

Because of His existence, His believers also became madmen. In the Fourth Age, at least it was the Church of Orthodox God, but in the Fifth Age, it had completely become a cult organization. These madmen who could not be accommodated by the secular world hugged each other and warmed each other. For the frenzied emotions that He could not control himself, they regarded those hatred and murderous intent as oracles, and lived piously for Him.

Therefore, the real Creator feels that he has to do something.

I am different from the divine clone, completely different. I am the human side of myself who inherited the name of the Creator. I am absolutely intolerant of myself who stand with human beings: I can accept the blood and life dedicated to innocent people with a high reason with peace of mind!

Therefore, the real Creator who had long been worried spoke as if nothing had happened:

"You are now Sequence 1, King of Angels."

"Have you ever considered re-establishing a name?"

This question pulled Edward back to the idea of ​​"will the filthy words or fists first when he went to the abyss and fought with Fabouti." He thought for a while and said with certainty: "Well. I'm already re-programming."

"Considering my identity, my title may be related to "Fear", and the Demon Family also has similar suggestions."

The Abyss Angel sighed: "But it doesn't sound right whether it's "The Lord of Fear" or "The God of Fear" and it feels a little deviating from the course of the demon's path itself. I'd rather change my name to the Lord of the Abyss directly, haha, so Fabouti will probably be unable to sit still soon."

"You are indeed seeking the sequence 0 of the abyss path, too. After preparing for so long, you can't stop at sequence 1."

The real Creator was not surprised: "What about the honorary name?"

Edward's eyes narrowed, His fingers slowly knocked on his thighs, and then... He spoke:

"The King of Hell, Lord of the Abyss, the Creator of Endless Sin."

"Hell... do you want to build your own kingdom of gods and reshape the concept of "abyss" because there is a change in the abyss?"

Edward nodded slightly, and finally shook his head and laughed at himself: "The directivity of this honorific name is not too strong. If the concept of 'evil beings should go to hell' in the future can be well known enough, the king of hell may point to me, but the master of the abyss is still easy to point to Fabouti, and the scope pointed out by the 'creator of endless sin' is a little larger. So this honorific name is only to be determined, and I may not change it for the time being, because I need to continue to do something to make my image more consistent with this honorific name - such as finding a way to steal uniqueness."

"So that's it, then I have a question to ask."

The real Creator secretly recited his honorable name in his heart. He said so many things not for chatting. He had prepared to establish connection with the essence far away in the abandoned land of God, and spoke calmly:

"Then, in your 2 names."

"What does that sentence 'the essence of withering' mean?"

Edward looked at Him, his expression on his face did not change at all, and his polite smile contained a hint of doubt, waiting for the following.

"Who does this sentence point to?"

"You're-"

The real Creator took a breath, and a feeling of oppression at the level of the True God appeared on his body. He asked word by word:

“——Which alien is the one who is the one who is a friend?”

TBC

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"You're-"

The declining king put down the newspaper and pinched three curses.

"Which alien is the one who is the one who is a friend?"

Defeat sat back and continued reading the newspaper.

*In Zhenzao's eyes, the kingdom of heaven is as far away as the old diary's memories, suggesting that His thinking does not tend to be far too far, but is similar to an independent individual.
Chapter completed!