I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 541 Conditions
As the only "true god" of Amaravati, Gavaral Priyadashini Nihelu has already known Tangji's heel.

He knows Tang Ji very well, and it can even be said that he has been paying attention to Tang Ji and the existence of the other seven original sins.

Gavaral is indeed so arrogant that he is a little morbid, and suggests to rely on religious brainwashing and cloning technology to build his own kingdom of God on the back of the moon.

But he is not a fool. A fool cannot achieve a win-win situation in the political struggle of the Nihelu Gandi family. One person wins twice, and he cannot build a dream country like Amaravati on the back of the moon.

In fact, Gavaral is very shrewd. After the Rothschild family was hit, he guessed that the Tanguy-Mickelson association would do something to him.

Either himself or Habsburg, now it seems that he seems to be that soft persimmon.

In a special vision, Gavaral watched Tang Ji take the traitorous Manu from the third floor to the second floor, with an indiscernible smile still on his face.

The gods serving in front of them, Manu and Brahmin, were completely unaware that the earth-shaking changes were taking place in the lower level, while their god, Gavaral, was watching the excitement.

The second floor is the residence of the Manu.

Compared with the living environment of cloned people, it does have an extraordinary beauty at first glance, and even makes people forget that it is located on the back of the moon.

The architectural decoration is complicated in form, dense in pattern, gorgeous in color, and bright and lively in paint. It turns the emotions of luxury and decadence, gorgeousness and low-key into an intoxicating color, which makes people unable to extricate themselves.

And all these buildings are built along several branches of the Ashuo Tuo tree in turn, making it difficult for people to distinguish where are plants and where are artificial objects.

Manu live here. Tang Ji looked around and saw gorgeously dressed people all over the streets. It looked like there were thousands of people.

Tang Ji, covered in blood, seems to be trying to blend into the solid color blocks of the miniature painting, the edges are blurred but extremely oppressive, and the mere existence is enough to attract the attention.

Those Manu who have been watching the direction of the elevator were totally unaware, only the real God can monitor the whole of Amaravati, others maintain the ancient way of life and they have no idea what is happening outside their sight known.

"Who are you!" shouted a Manu, who took Tang Ji for some daring Kshatriya, or Brahmin.

It's not that this kind of thing has happened before. When you keep creating clones with strong bodies and smart minds, there will always be one or two different existences.

They will think about the meaning of their existence, their environment, their connection with the world, and finally realize that there are huge loopholes in the entire mythology system.

For example, the Manu are not as holy as the stories say, they still have emotions and desires, and those women who were called to serve in the upper class occasionally pass on the little hobbies of the Manu and the gods as the most private gossip .

Of course, more clones called to provide services have no chance to return to their homeland, and their end point is the altar of reincarnation.

Over time, those unholy things will become abominable.

The clones who want to come up for revenge with a knife, to some extent, provide continuous entertainment for these entertainment-oriented activists.

But this time, the Manus quickly realized the difference. The natural man who was sent to solve the problem, Vytardos, was not far behind Tang Ji, looking as if he had just been washed once in a drum washing machine It seems that there is no previous energy.

"Are these the Manu you mentioned?" Tang Ji turned to Vydados and asked.

"They know everything." Vydatos replied in a low voice, like a duck that was pulled out of a flock of chickens.

The threat and oppression of Chiguoguo made Vydatus feel that he had changed from a god to a man again, and the balloon that was constantly expanding in his heart deflated instantly as if it had been punctured by someone.

They know everything, that I'm an answer guy, a clown.

But the ignorant self was so obsessed with this kind of fooling that he couldn't extricate himself from it. The double humiliation from dignity and body made Vydatus even dare not look up at those Manu.

Vijatus knew that he brought death to them.
Bah!
The prelude is flicked, like the most beautiful melody, playing in this strange land with a trace of mourning that has been neglected for a long time.

Tang Ji didn't kill them all, he only killed those who stood in the way, and it wasn't time to liquidate them.

What made Vijatus feel even more ashamed was that only 34 of these self-named Manu classes stood up bravely in the end, stood in front of Tang Ji, asked him about his origin, and hindered his pace.

The barrel of the prelude is still cold, but the killing is over, and the smoke floating slightly from the muzzle of the gun seems to be a sigh of unwillingness.

Vytardos followed behind Tang Ji, and looked up at those Manu, only to find that their eyes were cold and full of jokes, as if they were very curious about what happened to the gods.

He smiled, as if a big rock had been loosened in his heart, this is the emotion that a real person should have.

Vytartus stood in front of the elevator and pressed his palm on the biometric reader, trying to open the passage to the uppermost floor.

However, the recognizer suddenly lit up with a red light: "No access!"

Vytardos looked at Tang Ji in bewilderment. He didn't know about the incident. He tried to be innocent and win the favor of the other party.

People said that Tang Ji was actually a good man, and he would not attack innocent people.

But is Vijatus really innocent?Madhawan doesn't think so, and Atam doesn't think so, and I'm afraid even the Manu who are watching the fun here don't agree with this statement.

Vyjatus is a god, they are a natural carnivorous class, and every breath smells of blood.

Tang Ji looked at Vijados, whose authority had been blocked, and smiled gently.

This smile aroused endless hope in Vytardos. He felt that he could still save it, and he even felt that he could stand in front of the stage and accuse Gavarar of his cruelty.

He's still useful. Poof!The noisy fantasy ended in Tang Ji's big hand.

After confirming that Vitaldos was useless, Tang Ji slapped his head directly on the wall.

Then Tang Ji disappeared directly into the air, and the phase jump completely ignored the barriers in the physical sense. If he wanted, he could go back and forth across Amaravati in a vertical direction within a few minutes.

Tang Ji just wanted to have a deeper understanding of how this heaven on earth built by the Niheru Gandi family actually works.

Now he has seen enough.

Tang Ji appeared directly on the top floor, the residence of the gods.

This place is far more luxurious than Manu's residence. The buildings that can be seen by the naked eye are symmetrical and heavy, with elegant shapes. The doors, windows and screens of the buildings are carved with white marble, which is too beautiful to behold.

The walls are inlaid with exquisite and gorgeous vine flowers with emeralds, crystals, agates, and rubies, which are so gorgeous that it makes people weep.

More importantly, you can look directly at the starry sky here.

The light of light, regarded by Atham as a gift from God, passed through the outermost biofilm and was weakened to the point that it would not be dazzling. Afterwards, it was filtered by the special material of the sky and turned into a completely harmless light, sprinkled on everyone. an inch of space.

Under the sun, everything is so pure and white, making this place as sacred as a real god's domain on earth.

The huge canopy of the Ashodha tree is just above the head, casting a shadow in the most central area, where the palace of Gavaral Priyadashini Neheru stands.

It was very quiet along the way, as quiet as if no one lived here at all, and it was true in fact, all the Nihelu Gandi gathered in the palace in the distance, staring at Tang Ji like living sculptures in a shrine.

At a glance, there are more than 200 people, all of them look only in their 30s and [-]s, and the few with beards have no wrinkles at all.

This is a great benefit given to the family by Gavallar after ascending to the gods. He eliminated aging, in a real sense.

The entire Nihelu, the blood of the Gandi family, will no longer be tortured by aging, they will live until the day of their natural death, and keep themselves at their favorite biological age until this day.

They won't get sick either, which is not a difficult problem. The Niheru liverlanders are the first generation to benefit from prosthetic organs.

But over time, Gavaral got better alternatives from Gluttony's biomass, allowing him to continually regenerate from damage just like Gluttony did.

Yet Gavaral was still not satisfied, he knew he still had weaknesses and he needed more.

The arrival of Tang Ji was regarded by Gavaral as an opportunity. He smiled and looked at Tang Ji who was walking alone, and opened his mouth and said: "I have been waiting for you for a long time, child."

Gavaral's voice is so sonorous that he achieves this effect by transmitting his voice through the vibrations of the leaves of the Asodha tree.

Tang Ji was amused by this voice, are these Ganges people so connected now?

"I understand your pain, child." The more Gavallar looked at Tang Ji, the more he loved him. He could feel the fate between himself and Tang Ji: "You are so painful, so lonely, and full of confusion, but I, can help you."

"Only I can help you." Gavaral's voice was full of pity, and he said slowly, "I can cure your child."

Tang Ji stopped, and the smile on his face disappeared.

"I am very relieved that you have no doubts." Gavallar's voice was still loud: "Lazarus is just a trail, and I am the only true God. Those who believe in me will enjoy peace and happiness for their families."

"What do you want?" Tang Ji hesitated for a second, but still asked.

"How about a little friendship?" Gavallar said slowly: "I don't expect an existence like you to join my little game, I just ask not to be disturbed."

　PS: I kept throwing up, I took an antiemetic injection, I felt so depressed, I will send [-] at night, and I will give these gods a result in the next chapter when I am full of emotions

　　
　
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