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Missionary SceneChapter 261 Missionary Scene

"Let's get out quickly."

Looking at the huge door covered with ice and snow, Siatas clenched her fists, and her tone was inevitably a little anxious. But the ascetic monk Snowman beside her moved sideways and blocked Siatas's back as she wanted to step towards the light door.

"Wait a moment."

His voice was low, as if he had made some decision.

"What's wrong?" Out of trust in her companion, Siatas suppressed her impatience and turned to look at Snowman in front of her.

"The Lord gave me a revelation."

Snowman lowered his voice and glanced at the people around him one by one: "The Lord asked me, given that so much time has passed in the outside world, what will we encounter if we break away from this book?"

After hearing Snowman's words, Siatas's originally intense passion suddenly sank. She opened her mouth slightly and looked at Snowman in front of her.

It has been a very long time since they left the real world and entered this book.

Sometimes they were sleeping in the book, and sometimes they were exploring the world in the book. But no matter what, even Longzel Edward, the Loen soldier who had been in Groselle's Travels the shortest among them, had been in the book for more than a hundred years.

For them, the passage of time is measured in thousands of years. Although the lifespan of a Sequence Five is longer than that of others, there is no essential difference.

And a thousand years is a period of time that can allow even a demigod to quietly dissolve in the passage of time.

Just like a bubble of fantasy burst, Mobet Zoroast, who had been silent all this time, suddenly woke up from his dream. He pressed his head in pain and said in a dreamlike voice:

"It has been a thousand years since I came to this era in the book..."

Although Mobet did not give an exact year, the moment he blurted out this sentence, everyone else's hearts suddenly felt cold. Even Groselle, who had defeated the "King of the North" Jurisian, was no longer so excited.

If so, what will happen to them after they leave this world?

The passage of time will act on them, burning their vibrant lives to ashes in an instant.

"Then what should we do?" Siatas took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and her eyes were full of anxiety. They had spent such a long time to get here, and now they told her that they had no way to escape from this cage?

There is no doubt that this is a very cruel thing for them. Time is like a cage, ruthlessly dividing the boundary between the two sides.

"...No."

Ascetic Snowman was silent for a moment, then said to Siatas in front of him:

"The Lord said, I have been here for a long time, and He has granted my request to Him - you don't need to believe in Him, He will grant you a new life."

"Is there such a thing?" Hearing the word "grace", Siatas laughed: "When did that arbitrary god become so kind?"

She still had hatred and prejudice against the ancient sun god in her heart. After all, everyone who came later told her that the storm belonging to the elves had dimmed, and that the storm had died at the hands of the ancient sun god.

No one will bow down to a god who destroys their faith.

Therefore, with the unique violent temper of the "Storm" path, Xiata said these words to the Snowman monk in front of him without any mercy.

"Shatas, you shouldn't be like this." Mobet pulled Shatas's hand and said to her,

"I know you have different beliefs, but Snowman also wants us to survive. He doesn't want anything to happen to us. What you said is a bit too much, Shatas."

Looking at Mobet's eyes, Siatas's expression softened a little. The stubborn elf took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

After a moment, the proud elf lowered his head.

"Sorry, Snowman."

After hearing what Siatas, the hot-tempered elf, said, the others at the scene breathed a sigh of relief. However, before they could relax, Mobet heard Siatas beside him continue to say to Snowman seriously:

"I know what you mean. But I'm sorry, I don't accept your Lord's gift to me."

"Shatas!" Mobet paused, not knowing how to persuade this elf whom he once admired - and still admired.

During this long period of time, he had figured out how stubborn Siatas would become after making up her mind. The pride of the elves was even more important in her heart. Even death would not be able to change Siatas's mind at this moment.

Snowman nodded, obviously having anticipated the attitude of his companion. He pursed his lips and did not try to persuade them, but said to the remaining people:

"The Lord will take you to his kingdom and bring back your lost lives." Snowman was silent for a moment, "You are not believers in the Lord, so you cannot stay in the Lord's kingdom."

After that, Snowman added:

"I will take you all out of the Lord's kingdom."

Hearing this, Mobet raised his eyes and glanced at Snowman in front of him, and suddenly realized what kind of sacrifice Snowman had made.

He was a noble from the Solomon Empire of the Fourth Epoch. He knew how difficult it was for someone with such devout faith to be allowed by the gods to enter the kingdom of God, and how much of an honor it was in their hearts.

Presumably, Snowman must have had some communication with the god of his faith before the god bestowed upon him the gift that belonged to him.

Huh… Mobet Zoroast took a deep breath, mustered up his courage, and held the hand of Siatas beside him.

Siatas glanced at Mobet beside her and did not respond. Snowman also did not continue to admonish Siatas beside him, but continued to tell others:

"Grosel, the kingdom of the Lord now includes the kingdom of the giant king you once believed in. If you are willing to convert to my Lord, then the Lord will allow you to return to the court of the giant king - that era has become history, the Lord has just woken up, and the whole continent is shrouded in darkness."

"Longzel, Mobet, the same goes for you."

Snowman took a breath and said, "If you want to have the opportunity to stay in the Lord's kingdom, you can stay as long as you believe in the Lord. The Lord has just awakened, and now more people are needed to build a new kingdom."

Mobet was silent, while Longzel, a Loen soldier wearing black armor, was in a trance. He looked at Snowman in front of him and muttered to himself:

"A new country?"

"Where should I go?"

"Where else can I go?"

Longzel struggled in his heart. If he believed in the "Lord of Storms", then after he heard Mobet Zoroast and the ascetic Snowman tell him the history between the "Lord of Storms" and the "Ancient Sun God" of that year, his faith was gradually shattered and disillusioned over the past hundred years.

He didn't mind finding a new god to believe in.

For him, faith is not just spontaneous piety, but also contains a kind of spiritual comfort.

Just like in the war, in order to prevent himself from being afraid of war and death, he believed in the Lord of Storms and used the teachings of the storm to make himself brave and fearless.

After a while, Longzel asked the Snowman monk in front of him in a hoarse voice:

"What is the name of the omniscient and omnipotent God you believe in, the Lord who created everything?"

Listening to Longzel's words, Snowman opened his hands and said solemnly to Longzel in front of him:

"German Sparrow, the Lord's favored one and the Lord's messenger, came to the book and told me the Lord's current honorific name and divine name."

"He is the omniscient and omnipotent God, the Creator of all things; He is the source of all greatness, the fallen nature of all living beings."

"In the mouths of those who cannot understand His greatness, He is simply called the True Creator—the Lord who opened up the era of mankind and returned from chaos."

The true creator... Mobet Zoroast and Longzel Edward, who knew this name, had strange expressions on their faces. Without waiting for the two to ask, Snowman continued piously:

"The Lord has passed down a divine oracle that He will build a country without sorrow in His kingdom on earth. Under the light of the Lord, no one will vent their sins with violence."

"The false god that occupied the sun has now revealed its hideous face, openly raising its butcher knife towards all living beings. The Lord has also returned, and has once again ascended to the world, surrounded by the king who once betrayed Him."

"In the Lord's kingdom, the Lord saved those who were displaced by the disaster. The Lord and several gods from the ancient times began to spread faith to the people in the Silver City that was lost in history."

"The Lord's followers should also know about this matter."

Snowman spoke firmly, looking at Klein not far away with his resolute eyes, and every word was sonorous and powerful. Klein was confused, not knowing when the true creator became a true god recognized by other gods.

What are you talking about? I don't know... Although Klein was dumbfounded in his heart, he still remained calm on the surface. He looked at the people in front of him, his body shaking slightly, looking like he was nodding slightly, but it seemed like he didn't respond at all.

Snowman retracted his gaze and stopped looking at Klein in front of him. He looked at the people in front of him, waiting for their answers.

"Groselle wants to go with you." Groselle made the first decision. He said to the people around him in a simple and honest voice: "The Giant King's Court has disappeared, which means that the giants have failed."

At this point, Groselle's tone was somewhat sad. He looked at the Snowman monk in front of him and said, "Groselle wants to go back to the Decayed Forest to see what it has become now?"

Compared to those giants who were brutal by nature, Groselle was obviously more rational and had more "humanity". Similarly, he also spent many years in Groselle's Travel Notes.

For people like them, either their faith becomes more deeply rooted, or it gradually fades away with the passage of time. Snowman and Shasta are the former, while Groselle and Longzel are the latter.

As for Mobet? The only person he believed in at the time was Emperor Solomon, and most of the people in the Angel Family knew the path of "blasphemy" God.

"I am also willing to believe in the true Creator."

Longzel laughed, but there was a hint of bitterness hidden in this hearty smile:

"Now, even if I return to Backlund or Loen, I will no longer be able to find my family or friends. I don't even know where my descendants are or whether I have any extra descendants."

"Although saying this may make my faith seem less devout, I want a faith that can strengthen my own will and prevent me from completely losing my direction in the future."

Listening to Longzel's sincere words, Snowman nodded and made a cross on his chest.

"May God bless you."

"What about you, Mobet?"

Mobet raised his head, a smile appeared on his face, and he held the hand of Siatas, who was one body away from him, and with a little force, he pulled Siatas to his side.

"I kept her company in the book."

　The ending here is unexpectedly difficult to write... There will be another chapter laterSealing Death (Part 2)Chapter 262: Sealing Death (Part 2)

Siatas looked at Mobet Zoroaster, who was wearing a pointed hat in front of her, and was stunned.

She also couldn't have imagined that this guy who loved her at first, but later became a little afraid of her because he was beaten up by her several times, but still loved her, would make such a choice now.

You have to know that a Sequence Five Beyonder could be considered a mid-Sequence even before the Fifth Epoch, and now, a Sequence Five with real ability can even compete for the position of Pirate General - this is revealed in the history told by "Vice Admiral Iceberg" Edwina and "Admiral of the Stars" Cattleya.

"Why are you following me?" Siatas's expression was as cold as ice: "You have your own life - do you think I am willing to live with you in this book world?"

Mobet just smiled. He didn't say much. He just looked at Xiatas in front of him and held her hand more tightly.

Siatas wanted to shake off Mobet's hand, but she couldn't bear to do it. She pursed her lips and finally sighed.

"Can't I go out? This is fine..."

Siatas thought vaguely in her heart. Although there was no way to go to the outside world to find those lost elves, she was at least in this world, and she didn't have to worry about stronger enemies attacking her or hunting her down. The eternal life that countless people dreamed of was realized in front of her.

Having lived for a long time in the book Groselle's Travels, Siatas couldn't help but sketch out some future scenes in her mind. If she opened a tavern or a small shop here and lived here forever, it would be good.

Almost every intelligent life is afraid of death. After calming down a little, they realize that compared to death, living in this illusory world is actually a blessing.

Asking her to accept the gift of the gods who destroyed the pride of the elves was tantamount to crushing her own dignity and her own beliefs on the ground. She would rather live in the false world forever, even until her spirit body collapsed and could not return to the storm, she was unwilling to lose her faith in the King of Elves.

"Maybe there are other ways."

Seeing the scene fall into a speechless silence, Klein said calmly to Siatas in front of him, "Mr. Azik, who entered this book with us before, is an angel from the 'God of Death' path. He may have a solution for your situation."

(Note: Azik hopes Klein will call him "he")

"Maybe..."

Mobet curled his lips helplessly. Mobet Zoroast, who held the title of Viscount in the Solomon Empire at the time, naturally knew that requesting a High-Sequence Beyonder to take action would at least follow the principle of equal exchange.

In that era, "don't believe in the mercy of gods" was the most basic common sense to survive. Therefore, Mobet never expected others to help him stay away from death and escape from this false world.

The real creator was willing to help him escape because of Snowman. If it weren't for Snowman, Mobet believed that the high and mighty gods would not kiss ants for this reason - he was a person who had seen the gods attacking and killing each other in that era.

Didn't he know what "Death" symbolized? The angels who were related to the path of death would never be kind and merciful people who abused their kindness just because of something.

The price to be paid may be so high that they cannot afford it at all.

"Wait a moment."

Klein lowered his voice and spoke to the people in front of him. After waiting for about ten minutes, a figure emerged from the air. It was Azik Eggers, the Sequence 2 "Death Archon".

However, unlike before, Azik's clothes were now stained with some dust and some indescribable, chaotic residue. He stood beside Klein and warned him in a serious tone:

"Until you become an angel, do not try to read the secrets in this book."

Klein keenly noticed that there was a hint of fatigue in Azik's tone. He was startled and looked at Mr. Azik in front of him.

Mr. Azik was very tired... What happened? Was there something in this book that could threaten the angels?

Klein thought of a possibility, so he wisely did not think too much about it. He let his mind go blank and nodded: "Okay."

Before he finished speaking, he turned around and told Azik what happened to Siatas. After hearing this, Azik was silent for a moment and looked at the two of them:

"I want to help you, but I'm sorry, my strength has not fully recovered yet. I can only try to help you temporarily seal your current death."

"Seal death?"

Mobet spoke first, and asked with some concern in his tone: "Can this save Siatas?"

"Sure." Azik looked at the thief in front of him who was from the same era as him, and said to him in a gentle tone: "Although she has gone a long way towards death. But death always treats everyone equally. I can help her avoid death temporarily, just like the demigod 'Immortal' in the 'God of Death' path."

"But even so, she only has sixty years left, which is one reincarnation of the 'immortal'. If she wants to restore the time she should have, she can only try to use her extraordinary ability to conceptualize 'time' for her."

"As far as I know, there are many ways in this world that have the ability to instill time and restore life. You can try to find such extraordinary people."

This... Mobet's expression suddenly became uncertain. He thought about several options and found that the most likely one was the "Worm of Time", which was in the same sequence as his own.

After all, this was the only way to include time in the sequence name. As long as there was enough time as a raw material, it would not be difficult to help Siatas recover her original lifespan.

After all, Siatas had been here for a long time, and even a demigod would not be able to survive for thousands of years. Sequence 4 was only a stepping stone to long life. If one really wanted to achieve a near-eternal lifespan, one would need to wait until Sequence 2, allowing one's life level to transform and become a complete mythical creature.

Even an "undead" demigod who is death and has conquered death, if he dies too many times, will be drawn to a place deeper than death and become a wandering figure forever.

Mobet knew that it was impossible for Siatas to achieve Sequence 2 strength in just sixty years—even Sequence 3, which was one level lower, was unlikely. This was no easier than finding a powerful Beyonder to take action.

"Then, what do I need to pay, dear sir?" While Mobet was hesitating, Siatas bent down and performed an ancient elf etiquette towards Azik. She looked at Azik Eggers in front of her and asked her question.

Azik's tone did not pause. He said to Siatas, "This kind of thing is easy for me. You don't need to pay me extra. However, I can introduce you to someone who may be able to help you get the 'time' you need."

Thinking of the high-dimensional overlord who had explained certain things to him as if he had foreseen them before he came in, Azik said in a gentle tone:

"After you leave here, I will take you to find another person. At that time, he will tell you what you need to do."

"I'll go with her too." Mobet added, expressing his thoughts. However, Mobet still had some doubts about how to find someone who could help transfer time. In his opinion, the person he was most likely to find with this ability was his old rival Amon.

If only the old man was still alive, I have to find a way to contact him... The old man must still be alive, otherwise Amon would have become a true god by now!

Mobet clenched his fists and made up his mind. He suddenly felt his consciousness was dazed, but because he didn't notice anything unusual, he didn't think much about it.

"good."

Azik put his hand on Siatas's shoulder, and disappeared to take her out of here, ready to go straight to the underworld opened up by the ancient god of death to help Siatas seal death. Mobet and others followed Snowman on the side and slowly read out the name of the real creator in the ancient language.

Since Siatas was already able to leave the space in the book, Mobet did not choose to ask Azik to help seal the death in him, but chose to accept the gift of the real creator - he did not believe in the real creator, but he did not have as strong malice towards this god who had once cooperated with Solomon as Siatas.

A shadow seeped in from the light gate and enveloped the group. Mobet watched Groselle and the others gradually disappear in the darkness, and felt that the things that were originally flowing away from him began to slowly flow back to him. He suddenly knew what this thing that was constantly flowing away but returning so quickly was.

It is the time that has passed in the outside world!

Seeing this, Mobet waved his hand:

"See you later! Groselle, Longzel, and Snowman!"

Groselle's honest voice came from not far away: "We will adventure together again, Mobet, we are partners forever!"

The other two responded in the same way, though one was a little more enthusiastic and the other was more silent and reserved.

Huh... Snowman listened to the sound getting farther and farther away, and the darkness around him became lighter, and his heart, which had been hanging in the air, gradually settled down.

He looked around and saw that the area around him was no longer a piece of ice and snow, but a warm room. Outside this room, a ray of morning light shone down, dispelling the darkness in front of him with its hazy light.

"I'm back..." Mobet sighed slowly, and focused his attention and looked in front of him.

In front of him was a book with the words "Groselle's Travels" written on the cover. A hand was pressing on the book, and Mobet looked up along the hand, only to see a young man wearing a monocle in his right eye and a dark blue robe.

"Hello."

The high-dimensional condescender smiled at Mobet in front of him, pushed his monocle, and the corner of his mouth raised an arc that made him feel familiar.

Mobet's pupils suddenly contracted: "Amon?"

He subconsciously turned around and ran, but bumped into a familiar embrace. Siatas grabbed Mobet's neck with her hand and said with some disgust:

"Why are you running around again?"

"Run, Siatas! Amon is there!"

Mobet struggled for a while, and looked at Siatas anxiously, but he saw several familiar figures walking out from behind Siatas - Azik Eggers who had taken Siatas away before, and Leonard behind Azik.

A tall and thin figure also walked in. It was the first person he saw coming into the book, Gehrman Sparrow.

"——My name is Gorvi Abraham." Following the greeting, some fine lines appeared around Gorvi's body: "You can also call me Mr. 'Door'."

Bethel Abraham, who was sitting next to him, twitched his mouth slightly.

Mobet was stunned for a moment, and looked carefully at the face of the high-dimensional overlord who had taken off his monocle. He opened his mouth, but in the end, nothing came out.

"Come to think of it, Pales, you just told me that you wanted to beat the child?" The high-dimensional overlord waved his hand casually, and the surrounding space was suddenly blocked. Mobet turned his head stiffly, only to find that a somewhat illusory figure appeared behind Leonard.

Looking at the space around him that was isolated from the outside world, Palles suddenly smiled.

"Long time no see, Mobet."

Pales Zoroast had a kind expression and a smile on his face.

"Old, old, old, old, old, old, old man?" Mobet suddenly looked like he had seen a ghost. He looked at Leonard in front of him and Pales hanging on Leonard, and smiled a smile that was uglier than crying:

"So you've been here all along."

"Of course." Pales smiled and said, "Come here."

Mobet, who had teased Pales many times before when he was bragging in the cave, walked towards Pales with a sad face. The high-dimensional overlooker next to him carefully handed over a cane that could be used by spirits and moved his position back.

Soon, endless screams were heard in front of the few people.

"Old man! Be gentle! Let me save some face in front of Siatas!"

"——Boy, you are really capable!"

——

"I feel this is a bit scary." Leonard said quietly to Klein, and couldn't help but feel fortunate that Pales did not have the ability to show up before obtaining the extra "Worm of Time".

Klein nodded in empathy and also felt some phantom pain in his butt.

　Phew, I've finished writing the travelogue, let's get started!

　　I don't think Pales's character is OOC, after all, in the original story, Pales would use a cat-and-mouse style to tease his prey and opponents during battle (he's also a black-bellied person), is this the Gou Sanjia...

　　Now back to the point, there will be a wave of free column recommendations on the 24th, and I will definitely burst out on that day, but I have something to do on the 24th, so I save some manuscripts in advance? By the way, I will check tomorrow to see if there are any poisonous plots ahead and I will fix them... Well, it just happens that I have to organize the outline of the next event, so I will update it alone tomorrow.

　　If you have time in these two days, I will update twiceTea Party of the GodsChapter 263 Tea Party of the Gods

"Klein, I need you to do me a favor."

A melodious voice sounded in Klein's ears, and Klein quickly recognized the owner of the voice. It was the real creator who had just saved several people in the book.

"Go to the ruins of the God War east of the Sonia Sea and bring back my messenger, the 'Black Saint' Leo Master of the Aurora Society. I have no time to take care of this place now, so this matter can only be left to you."

"In exchange, I will issue an oracle to have other saints of the Aurora Society search for the extraordinary materials you need to ascend to the demigod 'Strange Mage'."

…

The High Dimensional Overlooker sits in darkness.

He looked at the monastery belonging to the "Goddess of Night" that was gradually being built in the distance, and a strange look appeared in his eyes.

"The faith of the Goddess of Night has finally returned here. Is the history here also a cycle?"

He sat on a high tower, with a miniature model of the Silver City in front of him. In the center of this sandbox-like model was a temple, a high tower, and a monastery. Outside of these three, thumb-sized figures were moving around, building a fourth temple.

Following "The Fool", "The True Creator" and "The High-Dimensional Overlooker", "The Goddess of Night" gradually established her own church in the City of Silver, adding other anchors to herself besides Loen and the Southern Continent.

Many of the people who immigrated from Backlund before believed in the "Goddess of Night" when they were still in the Northern Continent. Now, some of them have converted to the "True Creator" or "The Fool" and have integrated into the City of Silver.

Of course, some of them are devout believers who have not converted even with the permission of the gods. However, as the Goddess of Night also cooperates with the true creator and the higher-dimensional overseers, they also have their own place in the City of Silver.

And now, the Kingdom of Loen has declared war on Intis. After that, the Goddess of Night will let her anchor in Backlund be shaken to a relatively large extent in the war, so as to lure out the God of War, and then she and Lilith will use a set of passionate combination skills of motherly love and filial piety to kill the God of War.

For some reason, the Goddess of Night always felt that the High Dimension Overlooker was also very concerned about her killing of the God of War. However, after deducing from many places, the Goddess of Night still could not find the motive of the High Dimension Overlooker to attack the God of War, and could only attribute it to the reason that perhaps the death of the "God of War" would be of some help to his collaborators in the starry sky.

After all, the Goddess of Night is not omniscient, and even the omniscient "White Tower" cannot interpret the information of "non-existence" - after the fall of the God of War, the "Trensost Rule Book" will be separated from the Church of the God of War, giving the high-dimensional overseers the opportunity to accommodate the uniqueness of the "Judge".

This is one of the reasons why the High-Dimensional Overlookers are more concerned about the plans of the Goddess of Night - the cooperation with the Fallen Mother Goddess is also one of the reasons.

In a sense, Lilith's current condition is better than before the Fallen Mother Goddess descended.

The Goddess of Night had already anticipated this - perhaps the Fallen Mother Goddess had reached an agreement with Lilith through some means. After that, the Fallen Mother Goddess might allow Lilith to retain one or two Sequence One properties, maintaining the status of the Angel King and her long lifespan.

This would obviously be much better than being hostile to the pillars of this path. However, if there were no high-dimensional overlookers to act as a matchmaker in advance, Lilith would really have no way to make such a choice - she would not have the opportunity to reach such an agreement with the Fallen Mother Goddess. She did not dare to meet the Fallen Mother Goddess, fearing that she would be contaminated as long as she communicated with her.

With this awakened pillar above her head, Lilith was also terrified, fearing that the Fallen Mother Goddess would awaken in her body one day.

But speaking of the High-Dimensional Overlooker, the expression of the Goddess of Night hidden under the night became slightly dim. Until now, He has not been able to predict the behavior logic of this compatriot from the old days.

He seemed to have both the instincts of the old days and some thriving humanity - the Goddess of Night felt that his humanity was even stronger than that of some angels. She couldn't help but doubt whether this evil character was the humanity of the higher-dimensional observer or the instinct in the source.

However, under the promotion of the High-Dimensional Overlookers and the True Creator, the believers in Silver City who originally believed in the Goddess of Night have also begun to build the monastery of the Goddess of Night. After the Kingdom of Loen declared war on the Republic of Intis, there will inevitably be more people displaced by the war.

By then, there will be traces of missing people designed by George III to cover up the situation. If other true gods do not pay special attention to things here, it will not be easy to discover that the Goddess of Night has already cooperated with the real Creator.

——Anyway, the God-forsaken Land is well protected by the power of the true Creator, and other true gods generally cannot break in.

The Goddess of Night, who had been on Earth for thousands of years, knew the ways of the true gods here. They were used to pretending to be nice and exchanging interests. After the "True Creator" replaced the "Eternal Sun" and became another god guarding the barrier in the astral world, even the God of Knowledge and the Lord of Storms, who were afraid of the ancient sun god's revenge on them, would not fight back.

The current situation of the Seven Gods is already precarious, because of Backlund's big hole and the weakening of the initial barrier. If there is one less god's kingdom in the astral world to fill the cracks in the initial barrier, all gods will not be able to descend with the help of their own divine vessels.

Compared to the ending of being completely wiped out by the Outer Gods and losing control and dying because all the anchors were destroyed by the Evil God, "Tyrant" and "White Tower" finally chose to cooperate with their old boss.

The Goddess of Night gently opened a rectangular block in front of her - this was a "black box" type source product given to her by the High-Dimensional Overlooker. He was also considerate enough to make it into the shape of a mobile phone that the Goddess of Night missed quite a bit.

This also made the Goddess of Night more convinced that the soul among the higher-dimensional overwatchers - at least the soul dissolved in the source substance - came from the same era as them.

The Goddess of Night witnessed the fall of the ancient sun, and she knew how terrifying the will of the old days was. She believed that compared to those who retained all their free will, those who looked down from higher dimensions were more likely to be souls of the old days that had been digested by the source substance and integrated by the will.

As a bright light flashed, the Goddess of Night separated a wisp of consciousness and appeared in the God-forsaken Land with the help of this magical item. Sitting next to her was the High-Dimensional Overlooker.

After a moment, the figure of the real creator, whose body proportions seemed much more normal and who was as tall as an ordinary person, appeared next to the two gods.

"Has it started?" said the high-dimensional overlord to the real creator in front of him.

"here we go."

The True Creator responded with a riddle.

A human smile appeared on the face of the High-Dimensional Overlooker. He congratulated the real Creator in front of him: "It's been a long time since you became a righteous God in this world. Congratulations on taking a new step towards regaining your authority - the Lord of the Star Realm has finally returned to the Star Realm to which He is loyal."

"..." He couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart at the words of the High-Dimensional Overlooker. The True Creator sighed and said, "Did you have any friends when you were in the starry sky?"

"Quite a lot." The High-Dimensional Overlooker counted on the fingers of his avatar: "When they hit me, they were not very gentle and failed to beat me to death. Our relationship is still pretty good."

"..." The True Creator wisely changed the subject. He looked at the Goddess of Night beside him and lowered his voice, "I have now transferred my kingdom of God from here to the astral realm. If nothing unexpected happens, I will not be able to descend directly into reality in the future."

"Yes, you haven't cultivated your own God's descent vessel yet." Amanesis was silent for a moment: "Those displaced people in the subsequent wars can only be placed here."

"Amon is here now, too. We have to deal with Amon here eventually. Otherwise, if Amon causes a large loss of anchors for you and me during the war between gods, then the problem will undoubtedly be fatal."

The true Creator obviously believed in his son's ability to seize opportunities - this rebellious son was now cooperating with his half-body that was suspected to be contaminated by God. Once the war between gods broke out, Amon, who was not supported by him, would most likely attack here, and then look for an opportunity to accommodate the "Source Castle" or other adjacent routes.

With his own half body, the True Creator believed that Amon could lock on to the location of Antigonus, the "half fool", at any time.

"We have a natural candidate for this question." Amanesis replied calmly: "As long as it is confirmed that Klein is related to Sefirah Castle, Amon will definitely let his angel clone leave here and chase Klein with the original body."

"He has assumed the responsibility of the Lord of Mysteries." The True Creator looked at Amanesis with his own eyes and thought it was inappropriate: "If we use him as bait and he fails, we will lose more than we gain."

"He himself is willing to become the Lord of Mysteries - he believes in the person you have chosen, the Creator." Amanesis' tone was so cold that it made people feel a little scared: "We have provided him with enough help. Although there is a difference of several sequences now that Klein knows about this plan, he may not lose to Amon."

"Let Klein lead Amon away, and I can obtain the uniqueness of the 'Twilight Giant' as planned. At that time, with you taking care of Klein, I will have the opportunity to become the 'Eternal Darkness' before the end of the world and before Klein becomes a god, and increase the chances of suppressing the revival of the Lord of Mysteries' will (note)."

"And I have other insurance plans," the High-Dimensional Overlooker continued, "Even if Klein loses to Amon, I have a way to kill him before Amon steals his fate. At that time, I will guide Klein to revive in the City of Silver - of course, this is a backup plan prepared in advance."

"Azao, although humanity is important, don't be too kind. Klein doesn't know that he is still on Earth now - he needs experience and training. This world is too kind to him. He doesn't realize Feifan's true madness now that he is up there."

"Otherwise, what will he do if he is 'sure' that he can't go back?"

The High-Dimensional Overlooker looked at the real Creator in front of him with a half-smile in his eyes: "What's wrong, did you remember yourself? Do you think his Tarot will become a second 'Feast of Betrayal'? Or do you think the Heavenly Venerable will awaken in him?"

The True Creator quickly suppressed the slight fluctuation in his heart. He looked at the high-dimensional being in front of him and said,

"If that time comes..."

"I have a way to control the concentration of humanity in Klein's body. Even if you fall into madness, I can use my own authority to pull you back. With my main body exerting its full strength, as long as Klein can maintain his consciousness, I will not let the Lord of Mysteries gain the upper hand."

The High-Dimensional Overlooker sneered: "Believe me, even in the starry sky, there are not many Outer Gods who want the Lord of Mysteries to never wake up more urgently than me. I backstabbed the Heavenly Lord at that time, and the first thing He would do when He wakes up is to hunt me down."

When Tianzun hits someone, it really hurts.

The High-Dimensional Overlooker twitched his lips and happily decided to skip this topic. He took a sip of the tea he had just projected and continued to sit in his chair and watch the other things the two were about to talk about.

"I understand." The True Creator said, "In the southern continent, members of the Church of Osekus have already had friction with my believers. If nothing unexpected happens, a full-scale war will break out while Klein is looking for my Black Saint."

The True Creator dragged out the last line of his voice: "The Aurora Church is too short of people right now. Even with the new believers from the southern continent, there is no way to rebuild a kingdom."

"When Klein returns from the ruins of the God War, he will see that the Southern Continent has been completely dragged into the flames of war by the Mother Tree of Desire. It is unlikely that the Mother Tree of Desire will watch me cooperate with the Fallen Mother Goddess without making any other moves. It is very likely that it will collect the death and desire in the war to allow itself to descend into this world. This can be regarded as its last struggle against a pillar that is about to be complete."

The High-Dimensional Overlooker paused for a moment and said,

"So He is likely to start a war with the Eternal Blazing Sun. As you know, traitors usually take things more seriously than others. So I think we can attack the Church of the Sun first - this is better than being attacked."

"The Eternal Blazing Sun is already corrupting its own followers, making them even crazier. The Black Sun is also a sun, and the vicious brainwashing of the Sun Path is terrifying. I think we'll have to rely on you on the front battlefield."

The High-Dimensional Overlooker nodded to the two gods and stretched lazily: "It's different here - my main incarnation is now the Archbishop of the Church of Storms. I guess I can only send an incarnation of Sequence 5 at most to help."

The True Creator looked at the High-Dimensional Overlooker who was about to leave, and remembered what He had just said. He couldn't help but ask:

"What on earth did you do to make so many Outer Gods be so wary of you?"

"I didn't do anything."

That is, jumping face to face resurrection, tactical home change, backhand backstab... The High-Dimensional Overlooker said sincerely to the real Creator in front of him: "If you insist, do you still remember the time when the Mother Tree of Desire put its face against the barrier?"

"The Mother Tree of Desire has put its face against the barrier..." The True Creator made a gesture of reminiscence, while the Goddess of Night beside him said silently:

"Know."

That time, the Mother Tree of Desire suddenly used its own body to violently hit the barrier, making the gods on Earth think that the Outer Gods were going to launch a general attack.

Fortunately, the Mother Tree of Desire left soon.

"I kicked it."

The high-dimensional overlooker said in a casual tone