Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 155 God and God

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After chatting with the real Outer God for a while, the True Creator felt that he had a lot of new thoughts.

He is also more convinced that if there is a communicable (doesn't even need to discuss whether there is enough reason and good temper) Outer God appears on Earth, then the Seven Gods will definitely be able to open up a new way of life (euphemism).

It is often said that human nature cannot withstand temptation, and it seems to have some truth.

"It is natural for God to judge things with his own authority. Just like the mother god judges that all living beings are and should be her children, He loves you human beings deeply, and loves to dominate, kill and regenerate you. Just as the mother tree believes that all life should serve desire faithfully and release malice at will, no matter how restrained the prisoner approach is, there will be a moment when it explodes, and it will definitely approach the image of the "mother of desire" The secret is tossing the fate of the gods including yourself at will, persistently creating "errors" that don't exist, and you—no, the original has been fulfilling the obligation of omniscience and omnipotence and domesticating human beings to become its own lambs...every time Each god has his own way of existence, and they all hope that they can be the ultimate correct (initially) of the universe.”

"This is what you can't imagine, the way of life of the gods outside."

The real creator sat on the sofa next to him, nodding thoughtfully:
"This is indeed a way we will not choose and will not take the initiative to contact, but how do you survive this way to deal with madness?"

The Declining King pondered for a moment: "I have seen many gods and many races. I think 'crazy needs to be resisted' should be a moral shackle attached to you humans."

"It seems that while you are becoming gods, you also require gods to be 'yourself', rather than willing to let go of your ego and merge with the great spirits of the past. This is the most stable way...and this way is what you call 'crazy' .”

"Don't the Outer Gods pay attention to themselves?" The real creator wrote down this in the notebook in his hand, and waved to the third person in this space, "Medic, turn up the lights."

"But Lord, you don't need light to see?"

"It's a vibe."

Medici slapped the chandelier in the living room.

Under the bright lights, the real creator continued to chat with the mythical creature on the other side.Rather than saying that the tree is sitting on the sofa, it is better to say that it is entrenched there. The entire sofa is covered with layers of branches and vines into a ball of leather wrapped with deformed springs.

But He also knew that the sofa was actually flat, and a talking puppet with green eyes and white hair sat on it and chatted with the Lord. He didn’t turn his head when looking at things, and didn’t move his mouth when eating. What He saw was actually spiritual.” reality".

"If you say 'self,' I'm throwing out what I've been observing."

This strange tree made a sound from nowhere. The voice was deep and hoarse. At first glance, it sounded like an old man, but if you listen carefully, you can hear the voice of a middle-aged man. It seems to be a mixture of many different voices. Together, quirky and fun.

"Talk." The researcher said with great interest.

The king of decay held his chin with his hands, his mouth didn't move when he spoke, and his voice didn't come from his throat:

"According to my observation, what you call 'human nature' can be simply distinguished in the early days as good and evil, good and bad, and moral standards. Human nature in this period can be manifested according to the choice of acting method."

"In short, although there is a forward acting, the point is not the forward and reverse, but the Extraordinary himself. If you don't regard killing the same kind as a mistake, then strictly follow the forward acting, you can use the way of killing When solving problems but not killing people, deliberately reminding himself to pay attention to human life and do good deeds, on the contrary, it violates his own nature, which is 'human nature'."

"Or, sometimes forward acting itself has a gap to kill."

The true creator nodded: "I also noticed this in the second and third eras."

"At that time, it was extraordinary and prosperous, and it was often not human beings who occupied the power and characteristics. They generally regarded human beings as wild animals that were easy to be hunted, and the few who had intelligence and did not lack this meat were slaves."

"Later, under the pressure of me at that time, some Extraordinary races raised the status of human beings slightly. But even if they rationally regard humans as a type of intelligent creature instead of wild animals, they still don't think so instinctively. Want to eat people but can't, want to use human slaves but don't have them, want to hunt humans for fun but don't dare to offend, if things go on like this, there will be some problems in the heart, and even lose control."

"Yes."

The king of decay asked again: "What kind of division do you make of 'I or I'? Is it divided by memory, or is it divided by your own distinctive personality? - Is it both? No wonder you always compare loss of control with Crazy equals, it's not the same."

The true Creator is thoughtful: "It is often both."

"Use your memory to clarify your identity, and use the characteristics of your character to confirm that you are still yourself."

"But I think the Seven Gods are no longer in this style. Judging from their behavior all the time... I just think they seem to have some stereotypes about humanity and human beings."

"How to say?"

"Judging from the folk customs of the countries under the rule of the gods, I doubt them - they think that human beings will be 'partial', so they will deliberately remind themselves of partiality. Ordinary partiality, ecclesiastical and wild partiality... some of them are not just a matter of interests. Then, they will rely on these partialities to determine that they still have humanity."

"Your topic is of great value for further digging..."

"I once had a student who tried to eliminate wealth and status inequality among people by using the method of 'believing in the same god'. Everyone needs to hand over their property and then enjoy the same power and status... This will inevitably lead to a decline in the lives of some people, and those who reject this decline in life will be considered not devout enough..."

As a born mythical creature and a war angel who has followed the Creator for thousands of years, Medici is actually very willing to listen to the Lord talk about their glorious past.

This is also different from the human concept of "this is when people get old and start to miss the old days". The memory of the angel with an infinite lifespan is also a clear and long picture that will not fade. He just likes to hear the Creator show off and praise His majesty in the past.

However, at this moment, the two true gods were chattering in front of him, discussing things that could not be said to have nothing to do with him but had nothing to do with him. Medici felt bored after listening to it for two and a half minutes, and wanted to leave quickly and go to the garden smoke a cigarette.He couldn't find a chance to speak, so he raised his hand to make a report, and hit the real creator who was addicted to discussion three times before turning his head to look at him, and then waved his hand very quickly as a reply.

Medici left as if he had been pardoned. The door was too far away, so he walked through the window.There is a shoe print on the polished window frame.

"It's great." Sauron yawned long, and Medici felt that he was about to burst into tears. "Learned a lot."

"I understand it, but I don't fully understand it."

Einhorn also watched the process of the two true gods discussing humanity and divinity. He was in a cloud of fog and had only a half-knowledge, but he felt that he would be polluted if he continued to listen: "It doesn't feel as good as... torturing the Jagged Cross."

It was rare for Medici not to reply immediately, but waited for both of them to finish speaking before reprimanding them with a smile. It can be seen that he also agreed with the two conquerors in his heart.

"The boys from the Jagged Cross seem to be going back. What a pity, I haven't practiced enough yet."

The red angel lit the cigarette, and the way of puffing the smoke was casual and wild, as if the purpose was to taste the spiciness of the smoke rather than the so-called mellowness——If you smoke, don’t use illusory things to hypnotize yourself—”They Yesterday afternoon, I received a secret report, and I hurried to find You An, and then You An asked the Lord for instructions, and the Lord approved them and sent them away."

Medici said to himself like a joke:
"The hunters move after hearing the wind, and this land will raise its sword."

……

"In the universe, it is unimaginable for a planet to occupy multiple true gods. Embracing great ideas, stepping into the starry sky, roaming and fighting, is the right choice, or the 'popular' choice."

"So that's the case. It seems that the initial awakening gave the earth too much favor."

"Yes, even if there are, they are often non-adjacent paths. Adjacent paths should have completed the fight long ago. There are too many paths like the earth, but they form a certain circle and a magical balance. It is indeed unique."

"So, I've always had a question—why is there no dual-path true god except you?"

"I was very curious about this, and then I studied the human mythology (Mazao raised his head)...the version after you died (Mazao shot an arrow in the knee), and the only conclusion I can draw from it is: Maybe it's because of the God of Death After death, creatures lose their confidence in the world after death, every god begins to promise his believers an 'after death'... From this we can see that human beings are afraid of death, and gods are no exception. Since they are afraid of death , since the fear of doomsday, why do you want to kill the Lord of the Star Boundary? Why don't you attack the adjacent path?"

The Declining King asked his own question: "If you really got rid of the original at that time, or even went further, I might leave with half of my source quality, and wait for the future to reunite. But you actually died and were separated. Eat it. Isn't the 'death' that human beings fear a specific concept? Death due to snatching adjacent pathways is not as good as dying in the end? Why is that?"

"I can't answer your question."

The true Creator showed embarrassment: "I can only understand the failure at that time as underestimating the desire and ambition of those three bastards for power, and the backhand I prepared was not used to deal with that battle, and the other gods present I chose to go to the theater again."

There was no change in the expression on the face of the Outer God, but the real Creator somehow felt a mockery.

He was about to count his sins, when Outer God suddenly received a call, and after a while he accepted the sacrifice, and found a paper report in his hand.

The real creator glanced at it, and there was a string of handwritten words in capital letters on the cover:

"Apple tree and broiler hybrid experiment report"

…The True Creator turned his head hesitantly, stared at the white wall, and looked at it again after a few seconds of doubt.He began to think about whether the brains or imaginations of current scientific researchers have gone mad, or both have gone mad.

The Declining King was not surprised. He found a red pen from nowhere, checked the catalog and the cover, and ticked it off.

"...This is your student too."

"No." Outer God said, "At most, it's just a public class."

"Let me take a look at his report, let's talk about other things later. You accepted my agreement, and my curse of power will always be lent to you. Perhaps it is actually more comfortable for you to be crazy than awake."

The real creator couldn't hide his curiosity: "I want to know some details about this experiment."

The king of decay is not mean: "He wants to cross the apple tree with the broiler chicken, so that the chicken will grow from the tree like the apple."

"Who taught him to do this experiment?!"

"After my teaching and prompting, he now abandons this unrealistic idea and chooses a new direction, hoping that apples can have the texture, nutritional value and taste of chicken, but they are still apples in essence."

The indescribable mood of the real creator has been reduced: "If you change the taste and texture, the way of the earth can do it."

"But in this way, chickens are not necessarily needed in the experiment. So he put forward a bold hypothesis in this report." The Declined King followed the catalog to a certain page at the back, and read out in a stable mood:
"Since live chickens are no longer necessary, let's develop apples with multiple flavors, starting with roasted chicken."

The real creator didn't know what to say for a while, and Outer God naturally began to comment: "Very good, the difference between this experiment and the previous one is that the genes of broiler chickens are natural and can be programmed into apples by extraordinary power, but roast chicken It’s a man-made food, and it’s an interesting idea to grow apples that taste like roast chicken the normal way without relying on seasoning.”

"Pass, let's start preparing."

"You wait."

The expression of the real creator is somewhat distorted: "Are you actually trying to destroy the earth with species invasion and genetically modified technology?"

"No." The Declining King took out a fish from the sacrificial items just now, and threw it into the hands of the true Creator.

"The taste of the improved red wine fish is 99% similar to the red wine produced by Intis Misty Winery. The meat is so delicious that you can directly fry the whole fish. The internal organs and bones will melt when exposed to high temperatures above [-] degrees."

"This is his first finished product, try it?"

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In the evening of December 12, Tingen, 31 Daffodil Street.

Benson entered the house, took off his hat and coat, and said with a smile:
"I've already booked a second-class seat for the steam train to Backlund on January 1."

Melissa, who was sitting in the dining room with a few newspapers spread out in front of her, said worriedly:
"Benson, the air in Backlund is too bad. Just a few days ago, tens of thousands of people died because of the poisoning and disease caused by the heavy smog..."

"It's a really regrettable and sad thing."

Benson walked towards the restaurant, sighed and said: "But the upper and lower houses have passed the report of the Air Pollution Investigation Committee, and there will be corresponding legislation to regulate the discharge of smog and waste water. We will be greeted by the new Backlund, you don't need Too worried."

Having said that, he smiled sarcastically:

"When I came back from Iron Cross Street just now, I found that many factory owners from Backlund or their employees were recruiting there, saying that because of the smog and plague, the factories there were understaffed, so, They are willing to commit to working hours and minimum wages, which will be much better than the current prevailing standards, hehe."

"You think it's impossible?" Melissa asked sharply.

"When more and more people flock to Backlund, it is doomed to be impossible, unless the upper and lower houses can pass corresponding bills and directly make regulations." Benson spread his hands, pointed at the dining table, and said, "Okay Now, it's time for us to welcome the new year."

There were three sets of knives and forks, three empty china plates, and three cups on the dining table.

Of the three glasses, one is beer and the other two are ginger beers.

Their windows were closed tightly, and it was actually deep darkness outside, but Benson and Melissa didn't notice it.

Night shrouded the neighborhood where the house is located, but passers-by seemed to turn a blind eye to the night sky here.

Stars hang high in the night sky, with ethereal and peaceful singing echoing. Creatures in the spirit world are reassured one by one until their spirit bodies dissipate. Deliberate coincidences are detected and resisted. Many battles that mortals cannot perceive have come to an end.

The lady with star-like eyes was floating in the air, watching every move here.

After a long time, the "Goddess Eye" spoke:
"Praise the goddess, Ince Zangwill really did something to one of Tingen's guardians, Mr. Klein Moretti's family."

Soest's figure emerged from a dark corner, and there were many injuries on his body, but they were not serious.

He reported calmly:

"All the spirit bodies brought by Ince Zangwill have been wiped out."

Da, da, blue eyeshadow, Necromancer Daly with coiled hair appeared beside him.She is always smiling now, and there is a silver ring on the bottom of the ring finger of her right hand, engraved with a circle of incantations, and her left hand brushes over it from time to time.

"I've done all the channeling to confirm that today's attack is over," she said.

"However, tomorrow will come again soon, we need to hurry up and transfer the Moretti family."

After all, she looked at the wall on the other side and said with a smile, "Tomorrow will be your home game."

"Eye of the Goddess" Ilya also looked there, her voice was ethereal and contained a strong sense of tranquility: "Leonard Mitchell, their tickets have been booked the day after tomorrow, you have to walk with them all the way, protect them." For their safety, protect them and safely reach Backlund, under the watchful eyes of the goddess."

"We will hide in the dark, and you are their first line of defense."

"You once successfully prevented Ince Zangwill's conspiracy, and your own particularity will also cause you to become his primary target."

The black shadow hidden at the base of the wall swayed, and a young man dressed in black and wearing gloves as bright as blood came out.

Leonard set foot on the land of Tingen after a long absence. He glanced at the window of Moretti's house not far away, saw three glasses of drinks from the warm yellow light, and showed a look of disappointment after seeing the toast with a smile. Klein's brother and sister, he found that the burden on his shoulders was heavy, and his eyes were never firmer than before.

"I'm willing to risk my life to protect the family of the hero."

Leonard solemnly drew a red moon on his chest: "Praise the goddess!"

Everyone said: "Praise the goddess!"

TBC
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"Thank you, great 'mentor'! My red wine fish is actually finished. It is genetically stable, reproducible, nutritious, and does not pose a threat to other species, and the growth cycle is very short, it can be used as a long-distance trip One of the rations!"

"It's just that the captain is not very happy. It doesn't matter. Everyone is very happy for my success. It's just that they always seem to be unable to grasp the cooking temperature, and they burn my fish to ashes every time."

(End of this chapter)