Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Chapter 23

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"I'm sorry, I broke our deal. I killed Him because I liked Him so much. Haha, understand me, right? After all, it would be a pity if I was eaten by you and I couldn't continue to appreciate it."

"But our agreement is still valid. I will keep a close eye on the seals of the major churches and secret organizations to find the next replacement. You can trust my credibility, and we are a natural alliance at this time. So, please continue to pay more attention to the location of my essence."

—From a conversation no one knows about.

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The real creator sat on the soft chair beside the bed, looking at his hands over and over again towards the sun in the sky, frowning slightly.

No matter how many times I replay it, I still find it hard to imagine that one day I can be freed from the cage of madness, temporarily escape from the endless struggle with "God" and extreme divinity, and once again quietly and peacefully see the world with a human body and baby eyes. After experiencing insanity, the feast of betrayal, death and thousands of years of chaotic howling, I can once again walk on the earth with my feet firmly on the ground and extremely sober.

This was a God-given opportunity, as if it was a blessing and bet from "fate" to him, betting that he would be able to have a successful rebirth.

Is it Ouroboros? Is it really Ouroboros? Although the loyal angel of fate has entrusted his life and luck to Him. He retreated from the battle against the goddess of night and now stepped into the river of circulation to seek new life. However, Ouroboros has never shown the power to use good luck to stop himself from going crazy in the past two thousand years. Why did he do it this time? If it is not Him, who is secretly manipulating all this?
Could it be He who did this?

The True Creator thought of his ally who was unpredictable even to the gods. The first image that came to his mind was the cold yet gentle smile that always hung on his face. The second image was the indescribable dark dish. His face changed slightly, and he immediately threw the second image out of his mind.

Could it be the effect of the seal? Impossible. If there really was a seal in the world that could save a Sequence 0 true god from madness, it would definitely not be out there, and it should have already triggered one war of gods after another in history. This effect is too precious, and it is not surprising that the gods would betray their allies for this item.

Moreover, the "demon" path itself could never have such power. The abyss was filthy and would pollute and corrupt all matter that approached it. The demons living in it were definitely not good people. He had no reason to help himself, even if he was hostile to the gods and needed a true god as a backer and ally.

There is no doubt that the Abyss Angel Edward Vaughn is a guy with a complicated identity. Although he is a remnant of the Old Ones, he unfortunately descended at the end of the Fourth Epoch and became a demon in that era full of blood, killing and death. He abandoned the moral values ​​that the remnants of the Old Ones should have, and merged into this world by hurting others for his own benefit.

For a long time after He found him, he remained in a very bad state. It was not until later that Roselle, who was also a remnant of the Old Ones, came and He took the initiative to approach him. Only then did He seem to have regained his memories of the Old Ones, and bit by bit, he regained his humanity and returned to normal... regained his humanity and returned to normal... the devil returned to normal?

The True Creator suddenly felt strange, but couldn't tell what was wrong. Demons like him with strong self-management ability are what the gods and even himself want to see, but it seems that this is not what a "demon" should be like! Uncontrollable desire for killing, cold-blooded and ruthless, no sympathy for the things around, only the idea of ​​destruction, this is what a demon should be like. The True Creator happens to have an example that can be used for comparison - "Demon King" Fabuti.

Even though the former are humans from the old era, it is impossible for them to use morality to completely resist the distortion brought about by the path. The gap between them is too big.

What kind of weird feeling is this? It's like the "Angel of the Abyss" knows that the crazy and bloodthirsty demons will be besieged, so he deliberately dresses himself up to be harmless, but also does not forget to show his presence from time to time (such as the several famous massacres that occurred during the Roselle Pioneering War in history), so that the gods will not think that he is abnormal...

But how could He control the cold-blooded desires of His path? It seemed that the question had come full circle, returning to the possibility of the "Sealed Object".

The True Creator pondered for a long time without a solution. He looked out the window and accidentally saw that the potted plants on the windowsill of the house on the other side of the street had bloomed. A few small flowers, not too big, became the embellishment of the gray wall.

It was as if a bolt of lightning struck his brain, and he suddenly remembered—

One day countless years ago, he was gazing into the distance in a rare moment of clarity, and accidentally saw Edward Vaughan bringing a handful of unknown seeds, which seemed to be creepers or ivy. He planned to plant them in the corner of the wall so that they would cover the entire wall when the summer came the following year.

It was an ordinary day, and this scene was nothing special. But at the moment when the other party was about to sow the flower seeds into the dug pit, the True Creator suddenly heard the warning of spiritual intuition. His body reacted faster than his consciousness, and he immediately spoke out to stop the other party from planting flowers - as if, once those flower seeds fell and took root and sprouted, something extremely terrible would happen.

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At seven in the morning, Klein woke up on his own. The sky outside the window was gray. Although he had a thrilling last night, he had regained his energy after a good night's sleep. After washing up, he went to the first floor, opened the door, and took out several newspapers he subscribed to from the mailbox. He opened the Tussock Newspaper and saw the eye-catching headline in capital letters:

"Intis Ambassador Beckran was killed, and the terrorist organization 'Aurora Society' claimed responsibility!"

So fast? And the Aurora Society was only accepting the commission, so why did they declare themselves responsible? Well... That's right, terrorist organizations also need to improve their image and build up their profile, so that they can attract enough fresh blood, which goes hand in hand with secret missionary work... Mr. A is very powerful, he should be the "shepherd"... Klein stood in the hallway, reading the news in detail. Suddenly, he noticed something and frowned.

In the news report, the reporter briefly introduced the Aurora Society and listed some of the illegal incidents they had committed. Their fame instantly surpassed that of most secret organizations. Then the author described the tragedy of the crime scene in an extremely exaggerated and terrifying tone - the poor ambassador had his limbs broken, his head twisted off, the murderer tore his chest and stomach apart, and tore out his internal organs and threw them all over the floor. The words were full of blood, and Klein couldn't tell whether it was realistic or exaggerated. After all, he felt that he was very familiar with this method of committing the crime - "Devil"! Although the details were different, the overall feeling was exactly the same as that of Mrs. Sharon at that time! This is definitely a devil's way!

But no matter what, it's over... Klein thought fruitlessly, and after a few minutes of anxiety, he exhaled. The blonde, blue-eyed bodyguard was hiding somewhere. He was just a "newcomer to the extraordinary world." If he showed unexpected sensitivity to demonic rituals, it would arouse the other party's suspicion. He turned his head to look out the window and saw a light mist, sparse raindrops, and a gloomy sky.

And next, he had to go out and catch the adulterer.

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The Decayed King pushed a planet with his fingertips, causing it to spin in the air in violation of the laws of physics.

The land of this planet, of which only three-quarters remain, has long been dry. There is no sunlight, rain or other necessary conditions for plant survival, and naturally no food, temperature or other substances for animal survival. However, this planet, which should have died 10,000 years ago, is still alive, and there are still living alien life. They should have died long ago, but their souls and the last bit of life are locked in their bodies, and the concept of death has been taken away, leaving only endless despair and eternal decay.

The Decayed King looked at it. When He passed by this planet more than 10,000 years ago, the creatures on it were developing vigorously.

These lives pursue power and technology, and have waged war against their own kind countless times in the pursuit of powerful weapons. This courage to commit suicide made Him stop and watch. In just one thousand years, the extreme power of weapons and civil wars have reduced the population to only one-fifth. A desperate soldier activated the final extinction weapon. He hoped that it would kill all life and bring true peace to the planet that has always been shrouded in war.

——This is how it should be.

——However, the endless war and the tragic scenes of fratricide aroused the interest of the passing gods. He crushed the ultimate extinction weapon with great interest, and accidentally crushed a quarter of the planet. The flowers he planted a thousand years ago finally bloomed after absorbing countless life possibilities, taking root in the concept of the planet and fixing the form of all life on this planet. Let them remain in this state and then weaken. So far, 10,000 years have passed.

After watching for a while, He began to feel bored. He plucked the flower and watched the planet, which had lost its anchor, quickly collapse like a sand castle. The earth cracked, revealing the core that had been extinguished for thousands of years. Everything that was left and the life on it turned into cosmic dust in an instant.

He heard the creatures who first praised Him, then cursed Him, and then prayed to Him, shouting out praises to His name in ecstasy at the moment of destruction, welcoming death as joyfully as they would welcome new life.

After this small episode, the destruction of a planet did not attract the attention of any god. The outer gods maintained a strange peace as always. The spiritual world was noisy, and the vacuum of the universe was silent. Only the low mumbling of "Bethel Abraham" could be heard intermittently. This was probably the only living voice in the starry sky.

He looks at the Earth. They look at the Earth.

A thousand years are like a day.

TBC
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*Zhen Zao had a vague guess, but was not sure, after all, there was no evidence and he did not know the other party's true purpose. Moreover, if Edward really came from outer space, rashly exposing the other party might cause unimaginable consequences.

*Zhen Zao was inspired to call the police because of Edward's behavior.

"The flowers planted by the hands of a corrupt king will surely become the flowers that destroy the world."

* "Withering" path.

The low sequence plunders life and spreads exhaustion, and undergoes qualitative changes in the middle and high sequences. The object of plunder changes from the tangible "life" to the intangible "possibility", and finally extends to the "civilization" interwoven by possibilities.

Every life has countless possibilities, and countless possibilities interweave the future of the planet. The Decaying King can drain all the possibilities within the scope of the planet, even taking away death. The flower takes root in the concept of the planet, absorbs the possibilities of life, and uses the sad beauty and unwillingness to give up life as fertilizer, until only the possibility of "decay" is left. As a result, countless lives that could have bloomed brilliantly come to an end, and the planet loses its future.

All hope was taken away, watering the flower of destruction in His hand.

(End of this chapter)