Mystery: Undead don't die from passing fire

Chapter 295 The Priest
In the world in the book, the original severe cold has long since faded away, replaced by a state full of vitality and everything competing to thrive.

A city with an outer wall more than 15 meters high stands not far away. Gatekeepers in leather armor stand guard at the city gate, checking the pedestrians coming and going, and collecting city entry tax from them one by one.

Several large characters engraved on the city gate tell the name of the city:
pesot.

In the city of Pesot, a relatively remote place.

There is a church built of stone blocks with a rough shape that needs to be polished.The most conspicuous and exquisite inside is an altar, on which stands a wooden cross and a tall figure carrying the cross.

A priest with a simple dress and a beard sat in the front row, facing the statue, buried his head, closed his eyes, and prayed intently.Even the sound of footsteps behind him didn't bother him at all.

Ember sat down beside the priest, quietly waiting for the prayer to end.

After a long time, the priest finally opened his eyes slowly, those golden eyes were staring at him.

The priest spoke slowly:
"I thought you'd come earlier."

Ember still stared at the tall figure carrying the cross, and asked as if chatting with a friend:
"I think it's early. How long have you been in the book?"

"I can't remember clearly. It should have been decades. The time flow of the world in the book is not synchronized with the outside world."

"You never thought about going out?"

The priest did not answer, but asked instead:
"So, what are you going to do with me?"

The priest's golden eyes were extremely calm, as if he was not talking about his own fate.

Ember thought about it seriously, then said with a smile:

"Who knows, maybe I'll let you go."

"After all, you are just a product of fantasy, even if you kill you, it will not help."

"really."

The priest nodded slightly in agreement.

Nor did he show any resistance to the idea that he was a product of fantasy.Because that's the way it is, he's not the real Adam, just a 'priest' who was imagined.

"When He created you, didn't he think of infusing you with a bit of humanity?"

"Humanity is a burden."

The priest's tone was still abnormally calm:
"That would only increase my risk of betrayal."

The priest didn't have any taboos, and told the possibility of "betraying himself" without any concealment.

Ember asked back:
"Then have you ever thought that maybe divinity is the burden?"

"You want me to deny the meaning of my existence?"

The priest asked again, and he calmly said:
"You're not good at disturbing others with words, and you don't have the authority to do so. Why do you need to do useless work?"

Ember has a strange expression:
"I thought we were just chatting, which means that you actually wanted to disturb me with your words, didn't you?"

The priest nodded calmly:

"Correct."

The priest was quite frank and didn't think there was anything worth hiding.

After all, this was a conspiracy, and he never expected that Ember would not be able to see it.

As for whether Yang Mou can be effective?Who knows.

Before the meeting, the priest had already envisioned the scene when they met.

Maybe Ember will kill him directly, which fits his impression of the undead.

Maybe Ember would choose to chat with him, like she is doing now.Only when the other party has the idea of ​​talking, can he have room to display his conspiracy.As for whether it will work, that's not what he should consider, that's what the ontology should consider.

He's just doing what he has to do.

Ember laughed dumbfoundedly, and suddenly asked:
"What do you think God is?"

He pointed to the tall figure carrying the cross, and asked the priest beside him.

The priest replied:

"Which god?"

"In your impression."

The priest was silent for a while, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

The original stone church disappeared and was replaced by another church, an unusually majestic church.

The towering dome was supported by classical stone pillars, but the hall was not divided into fragments, and it was still exaggeratedly wide.

The door of this church was too high and wide even for giants, and on each side were candles in silver cups that gave off a warm light.

The frontmost altar is magnificent, with a gray cross and a statue of a god carrying a cross erected above it.

They were still sitting in the first row, with the altar in front of them, looking at each other.

The priest said calmly:

"I am God."

"Correct."

The embers interrupted the priest, and the magnificent church disappeared in an instant, and they returned to the simple stone church, but the embers said seriously:
"You should be talking about your body, or the body before your body."

The priest's tone remained calm:

"We are one."

"So, I am God."

The stone church was once again replaced by a magnificent church, this time the embers did not interrupt him, but watched him calmly.

Invisible fluctuations were generated, and the altar in front of the church was suddenly blurred.

This majestic thing, together with the cross and the god statue above it, blurred and distorted at the same time, and then unfolded violently, bursting out not too strong light and shadow.

This light and shadow interweave into a three-dimensional portrait, it is a majestic and continuous mountain range, the main peak soars into the clouds, but the white clouds did not dare to cover the main peak, and separated to the two sides on their own.

On the top of the mountain stood a huge cross that was taller than the mountain, and sitting in front of it was a majestic figure covered with layers of brilliance.

The two-winged, four-winged, and six-winged angels held horns, played harps, or played flutes, circling and dancing around the majestic figure, sometimes praising and sometimes singing.

Fuzzy figures with twelve pairs of wings on their backs clustered around the majestic god, or sat down at his feet, leaning on it with full dependence, or floated on both sides, waiting for orders.

In this magnificent scene, Ember suddenly spoke:
"Of the eight angels, more than half chose to betray, which fits my impression of God."

"What's the name of that painting?"

The priest calmly helped him give the answer:
"The Last Supper."

Ember sighed in admiration:
"Yes, the Feast of Judas."

The priest nodded lightly:

"They are indeed Judas."

Ember touched his chin, and asked puzzledly:
"Didn't you see all this at the time?"

The priest turned his head once again, and said with clear eyes:
"In order to fight against the original recovery, I excreted the dreamer and wrong characteristics, and gave birth to Adam and Amon."

"But He still revived on my body, which made me use my backhand prematurely, and finally had to choose to kill myself with my own hands. In my state at the time, I couldn't see too many things."

"Even if I knew they would betray, I would still act because I had no choice."

"It's just that the subject of the betrayal is different from what I expected."

"Adam and Amon were born to fight against the original, and their birth is inextricably linked with the original."

"Hrabergen is a speculator. His ability to become the King of Angels is just a way to appease other races, and he is not trustworthy in itself."

"The others are all cultivated by me, and I treat them like my own children."

"But among these people, half of them chose to betray."

"Even though I've given them enough, they don't know what satisfaction is."

"And the others."

The priest paused for a moment, then slowly said:

"Hei Ye was cultivated by me, and Lilith also owes me a favor."

"Facts have proved that they did repay the favor, at least they did not participate in it, otherwise it would be difficult for me to survive at that time."

"The only thing that surprised me is that they are all yours."

The priest sighed softly, seemingly remorseful:

"I thought that Heiye and Lilith would hold each other back, and that there was God of War, who was their mortal enemy. Even if one of them had misbehavior, it wouldn't be a surprise if the three of them held each other back. But I forgot that she was the God of War. mother, and Hei Ye has known her for a long time, and they both chose to stand by and watch."

Ember asked thoughtfully:

"What about Missy and Sister Friede?"

The priest leaned forward slightly, and briefly explained:
"They're not in my plans."

"In my original plan, there were no them at all. Maybe they were contacted by the night, or maybe they came uninvited, but none of this has anything to do with my plan. Although their appearance did not affect the ending, it It’s still an unsettling factor.”

"So even until now, Helabergen and the others don't know the true identities of these people."

"Even when I first met you, I didn't connect it all. By the time I really figured it out, everything was a foregone conclusion."

"Awakened when you became a 'dreamer'?"

"No."

The priest looked ahead and replied with a gentle expression, "When I fell, 'Truth' was born."

"He inherited humanity, and you only have divinity left, why didn't you just inherit it from the same person from the beginning?"

"That would lose the way of fantasy, just like 'Amon', and it would only make my situation worse."

"Even if you sacrifice a son for this?"

The priest said calmly:

"It's a necessary sacrifice."

"Their birth was an accident."

"If you can divide it into three parts, wouldn't even Amon escape the murderous hands?"

"Do not."

The priest denied:
"His way is not suitable for me, it will only make me on the verge of losing control again."

Ember asked back:
"Then why didn't you just make Amon a god from the beginning?"

"If he could become a god, what happened to you at that time might not have been so bad, wouldn't it?"

The priest's golden eyes that seemed to contain no impurities were still calm:

"A born mythical creature and a born god are two concepts."

"The natural mythical creature has made him flawed, and the natural god will make him lose control directly."

"When he grows up, my state no longer allows me to help him become a god."

"Moreover, I didn't have enough trust in him at the time. He might help me, but he might also betray me. If he becomes a god, it's still unknown whether the truth can survive."

In the magnificent temple, the enshrined god calmly narrated the fact that he did not trust his son.

Ember shook her head and asked:
"Do you know why I have to tell you so much?"

The priest's eyes were clear:

"You are examining who is more worthy of investment, me or the real one."

"But it doesn't make sense, as far as I'm concerned, we're one."

"No matter who you invest in, I will benefit from it."

Ember laughed dumbly:

"If that's the case, why don't you simply sacrifice yourself and become one with the true Creator?"

"In this way, his strength may be able to skyrocket, and he may have the opportunity to regain the lost authority one by one."

"In the end, divinity also has a selfish side?"

The priest said with a gentle expression:
"Everything has a selfish side."

"Even though we are one, we still hope to gain the initiative after fusion."

"That's why you cooperated with him?"

"He's my best choice."

The priest turned to the embers and said slowly:

"And you, you may experience the same experience as me."

Ember smiled: "Is this a curse?"

"Just be it."

The priest withdrew his gaze and said calmly.

Ember nodded lightly, then suddenly asked:

"You really don't try if you can escape from here?"

The priest asked calmly:

"What happened after I escaped? Did you follow me to find the main body, or was it absorbed by the main body?"

Ember reminded intimately: "The two are not in conflict."

The priest said calmly:
"So, I might as well stay here, at least I can catch up with old friends."

As soon as the words fell, the scene in front of them changed again.

The original magnificent temple disappeared and was replaced by a 'deep-sea giant pit' with an island-sized city in the center of the giant pit.

The foundation of this city is gray and white, and there are majestic stone pillars tens of hundreds of meters high standing on it. They either stand there alone, or together they support towering ancient palaces. The whole is both strange and magnificent. , unlike normal mobs that can build.

"City of Miracles, Levished..."

The corresponding knowledge emerged out of thin air in Ember's mind.

Levished is a floating city imagined out of thin air by the ancient god Angleweed, the "Dragon of Imagination". No matter how you look at it, it can be called a miracle, even a miracle.

It is bigger and wilder than the "Giant King's Court", and has different characteristics. Each stone pillar is nearly [-] meters high, like a seat for a dragon to rest. It is impressive and unforgettable just by hearing about it. city ​​of.

Ember suddenly asked:

"Can you do something like that?"

"easy."

"I mean now."

"Slightly difficult."

Ember smiled and didn't poke him.

The priest stood up from his chair and offered the invitation for the first time:
"If you want to explore the Giant King's Court, why not explore another ancient god's kingdom now."

Embers gladly accepts:

"You lead the way."

The priest took a step forward and reappeared in the magnificent city of miracles.

This is the ocean of subconsciousness, where the priests of the visionary path are at ease here, and their strength can be brought into full play.

Levished is so big that even if it can fly, it will take several days to complete the flight.

But for the priest, he seems to have known everything here.

He ignored most of the buildings in the city and directly reached the center of the city.

The priest stretched out his finger and introduced:

"That's where Angleweed used to live."

Ember appeared beside him and looked in the direction he pointed.

It was a huge palace over 200 meters high.

(End of this chapter)