This brave man is a scumbag

Chapter 259 Elma's Life Experience (Two in One)

Wherever words are condensed, there is a literary church.

As the weakest deity in the eyes of the world, the God of Literature has always been famous for his image of "a stinker, a book writer, who scolds when he lifts a pen all day long".And His Dependent Literature Church is also regarded as a large publishing house, without the appearance of a church at all.

It is precisely because of this that the literature church is to the world, and literature is its essence.As for the church, few people regard it as a real God-given church.After all, for the "Pope" of the Church of Literature, even if he reached the Brilliant level, he couldn't beat a silver-level fighter.

In this world, because of the emergence of disasters, people pay more attention to a profession that can bring direct benefits.The chaos church can give believers the ability to control explosions, the goddess of life can give the believers the source of endless life, and the god of justice protects his believers from receiving unfair treatment.

But the God of Literature has nothing but "better writing, better rhetoric, and more perfect typesetting" to his followers.

Therefore, everyone thinks that the Church of Literature is a random existence in twelve quarters, and no one will care about them.

However, this is not the case for Zhou Li.

He has never forgotten that the origin of this world is three books.

The book of omniscience and omnipotence, the book of half-knowledge, the book of ignorance and incomprehension.

"I said."

Looking at the dark golden book in front of him that was eroded by his own black mist and gradually dissipated, and then slowly condensed in nothingness, Zhou Li's face revealed a look of surprise.

"No wonder, the god of literature, one of the twelve righteous gods, can only give his followers the ability to play tricks."

Incomplete books were slowly suspended in nothingness, and countless papers filled with different characters "seeped" from everything, moving closer to the Dark Gold Book.Looking at the scene in front of him, black mist rose in Zhou Li's eyes, and lightning suddenly appeared.

"How can an empty shell give strength to one's followers?"

On the dark golden book, the word Roja gradually shattered, and the golden "ink" condensed again, and four strange words full of distortion and powerlessness appeared on the cover of the book.

"The God of Literature"

(Life still underestimates you)
This time, the words don't appear on the walls.It appeared in the line of sight of Zhou Li and others, but it was not attached to any plane. No matter what angle it was viewed from, the text would be facing the line of sight of others.It's like writing in three dimensions, it's all there is to two dimensions.

(Twelve quarters, I also underestimated you)

The text slowly distorted, but it changed instantly in Zhou Li's vision.These words are like air, everywhere.

(It shocks me that you've almost caught all the truth)
(I thought no one would notice me until the end came)
"Losing your godhood and becoming a book, you have to pay this price to come to this world. I don't understand. What are you doing for?"

Zhou Li frowned, raised his hand to disperse the black mist from his ears, and asked in puzzlement, "It's easy for the Twelve Gods to kill human beings, why do you need to do it?"

Facing Zhou Li's inquiry, the words gradually floated.

(kindness)
(After all, it is a conscious life, I still want to make some efforts)
"effort?"

Zhou Li frowned, and asked in a bad tone: "Your effort is to mix and play with the two races at will, and then provide them for your research?"

(No way, it's better than being ignited as fuel in the end)
What Zhou Li didn't expect was that the God of Literature has a surprisingly good temper, (actually I should kill you here, resurrect you, and finally make you our puppet)
"Then why not?"

The corners of Zhou Li's mouth curled up slightly, as if he was confident and fearless, he was not afraid of the gods in front of him.

(If all the people in a city die suddenly, I will be under a lot of pressure even if I am a god)
Sure enough, the answer from the God of Literature was completely within Zhou Li's expectations.He has now bound his life to these more than 1000 million Jordanian residents. If all these people die, even if the god of literature is the Twelve Righteous Gods, Twelve Quarters will not tolerate such behavior.

(However, you still underestimate the twelve quarters)
Suddenly, the god of literature writes brand new words.

(I have countless ways to make this city die invisible. No one will know what happened here, and no one will know that I have been here. At most, I will be imprisoned by the other eleven...ten righteous gods )

"Oh?"

Zhou Li raised his eyebrows and asked with great interest, "Then why didn't you kill me?"

The gentleness of the god of literature surprised Elma, in her impression, the gods seldom have this kind of existence that answers questions.

(The answer I gave you is a duplicate)
(kindness)
"You mean, it was your kindness that let me go?"

(No, it's your kindness)

After seeing this answer, Zhou Li frowned, and asked a little puzzled: "Are you sure I'm merciful?"

"Think about it carefully?"

Lin Zi and Torreya on the side were also a little speechless. They felt that Zhou Li's speech was not in line with the identity of a brave man, but it was highly in line with Zhou Li's image.And Elma, a heavyweight, has already gone to the kitchen and started preparing lunch.

Wait a minute, can you have lunch?

(no, you got me wrong)
(I chose to save you and tell you some words that the gods have blocked because you never had a heart of benevolence)
Zhou Li was silent, he squinted his eyes, looking at the ubiquitous words, a thought rushed into his mind.He pinched his fingers lightly and asked, "What exactly do you want to do?"

(Like the story you tell, I want to leave a spark for humanity)

(The gods have blocked all information about the final moment, so all I can tell you is sporadic information, and you need to discover the rest by yourself)
Rarely, Zhou Li responded with silence.He was waiting for the God of Literature's next words, even though Zhou Li didn't believe a single word that the God of Literature said at all.

(You should know that Roja wants to create the Gospel world and guide the pure and perfect soul into that world. The reason he did this is because he vaguely realized the truth of the world after coming into contact with this book , discovered the fate of mankind, and only wanted to save mankind)

(Fire yourself, fuel the furnace, that's the fate of man)

Although it has been expected, hearing this answer from a righteous god is also very impactful.Whether it was Lin Zi, Torea, or Zhou Li, all of them showed some unusual expressions.

Of course, Elma was still cooking.

(Of course, I am not prepared to fight against my other brothers and sisters. Because of my own speciality, I have a deeper feeling for human beings, so I, who learned about the fate of human beings thousands of years ago, want to make some small efforts)

(I want to try to strip half of the human soul and put it in the impurities, so that human beings can not only preserve the fire, but also use the human body and the other half of the soul as fuel to continue our plan)

"What are impurities?"

Facing Zhou Li's question, the God of Literature seemed to have expected it, and replied directly:

(grotesque, or in other words, all creatures except humans)
"You want to stitch half the soul of a human into a grotesque body, don't you?"

(Yes, but alas, I failed)

(Pure is pure, impurity is always impurity,)
"Who was your last test subject?"

Although there was already an answer, Zhou Li still asked this question.

Roja...

The same answer emerged in the minds of Torreya and Lin Zi at the side.

(You guessed it already, didn't you?)

After joking, the God of Literature still wrote down the answer.

(Gerost)
"what?"

Lin Zi and Torreya on the side both had expressions of astonishment on their faces. They never thought that the last test object of the God of Gospel would be Gerost.

"You have been blinded by the Gospel. The answer is simple."

As if knowing the doubts of Torreya and Lin Zi, Zhou Li explained without looking back: "Don't forget, Gerost is already 110 years old."

!

At this time, Lin Zi and Torreia realized this problem.

The professional level in this world will not prolong life at all.

Whether it's Kenny, the leader of the God-given Shadow Guild, or Alpha of the Hunter's Guild, they looked like old men with gray hair and wrinkled faces a few years ago.

Gerost, on the other hand, has always been a 40-year-old middle-aged man.

(Actually, the job I gave Gerost was not a witcher at all)

(His real profession, is the grotesque)

(The power he should have is a collection of all grotesque abilities, not the current ability to restrain grotesques)
(someone tampered with my stitching)

"Is there a problem with that link?"

Zhou Li seemed to have discussed the nature, and asked, "Who is so powerful that he can do anything in front of your majestic God?"

(This is what I'm going to discuss with you next)

After writing this sentence, as if to give Zhou Li a buffer space, the God of Literature erased the words.After a long time, write down the text again.

(The person who tampered with me is the one next to you)

An arrow pointed to Elma holding milk.The dazed Elma looked at herself, then at the arrow, and finally at Zhou Li.

"What do you mean? She lived under your surveillance before, and now you want to pour dirty water on her?"

Zhou Li's face darkened, and a cold chill flashed across his expression.

(Aren't you curious about her life experience?)
Frowning, Zhou Li gradually condensed the prototype of the sword of power, but the next words of the God of Literature made him choose to wait and see.

Elma on the side seemed to know that what was about to appear was about her life experience, she slowly put down the milk, pressed the corner of her skirt, and slowly sat beside Zhou Li.Facing the ubiquitous words, Elma felt a little flustered, and subconsciously, her shoulder lightly pressed against Zhou Li, her gentle fingers spread slightly apart, and held Zhou Li's hand.

(Since you have seen the Gospel, I should also give you the answer)
Facing Zhou Li who was really angry, the god of literature did not panic.Instead, he deliberately paused, trying to calm Zhou Li down.Soon, under the comfort of Elma, the black mist that gradually boiled in Zhou Li's eyes eased a little, as if he was worried that the long sword would scratch Elma, Zhou Li's right hand moved slightly, and the long sword and the black mist dissipated at the same time.

(You should know, the golden age)

(The era as beautiful as a fairy tale)
(Those pure ancient gods control the mountains, rivers, and the movement of the world. They should have become the supreme will. However, these ancient gods have love and pity for the world's creatures, so they formulated the golden law to protect all beings. voluntarily bind themselves to the law)
(This is the golden age that many people know, but what they don't know is that the golden law is not a cold and ruthless procedure, it is an existence with soul and will, and it is condensed by the love of thousands of existences in this world Treasures are the purest love of the ancient gods for living beings)
(Gaia, that's her name)

Seeing this familiar yet unfamiliar name, Zhou Li subconsciously pressed the buckle on his waist lightly.In addition to being exclusive to the brave, there is also a book lying quietly on it.

"Gaia"

(But the golden law has flaws. In the end, the law collapsed, and the ancient god fell into madness. At this time, we were born, and the first generation of brave men was summoned at the twelve quarters, and under his leadership, the crazy ancient god was defeated. re-established order)
(This is most people's understanding of the golden age)

(however, this is not quite)
After these words appeared, Zhou Li seemed to think of something, and an expression of astonishment appeared on his face unconsciously.Meanwhile, the gods of literature wrote new words.

(Actually, it was the girl named Gaia who really defeated the ancient god)
(The Golden Law, which was born for living beings, protected thousands of living beings at the last moment of collapse, but the price was that Gaia, who should have been able to obtain eternal life at the cost of deep sleep, completely collapsed, and the Golden Law fell apart, and no one knew about her The presence)

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

For some reason, Zhou Li felt a little flustered. He stood up, but his left hand was still tightly holding Elma's hand.

(These are all a foreshadowing)
Yes, these are just foreshadowing.

Pave the way for the next answer.

Finally, the answer came.

(Elma, the remnant soul of Gaia)

Everything can be explained.

Why, Elma's missing half of her soul is still alive.Why Elma has the ability to reset time.Why Elma never appeared in the Gospel, why Elma is favored by the world.

Elma on the side was stunned. At this moment, she felt a tightness in her chest, as if something had been taken away, and her heart was empty, which made her a little confused.

remnant soul...

Am I just a remnant...

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

Realizing that the God of Literature seemed to have other goals, Zhou Li stood in front of Erma, and he lost his composure, which was rare.Black mist instantly appeared in this ruined wall, covering everyone.

However, the text still appeared in his sight.

(I let you go and give you the Gospel, all you need to do is simple)
(give her to me)
　Thank you Chuanhuo for the 5000 coins~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)