planet reborn

Yang Rui walked in front and said: "Living does not necessarily mean enjoying happiness, and dying does not necessarily mean suffering. Cain will live forever in this world and suffer all the hardships, and his descendants will also suffer because of his sins."

I suffered the sins he committed with him. Although Abel died, he was able to receive my gift and live happily in the palace of God forever. And this story will be passed down, so that people in the future will know that these two brothers are different.

fate."

Samael asked: "This is all controlled by you. What is this for?"

Yang Rui showed a smile and said: "This is to let human beings know how to respect God and believe in God."

After saying that, Yang Rui strode away from Cain's home.

At this time, Michael came to Yang Rui and reported the news from Fagon Forest. Michael said: "The war between the Sumerians and the Canaanites has been going on. The Sumerians can no longer resist the Canaanites."

We fought back and retreated to Mount Olympia. At this time, Mount Olympia was surrounded by the Canaanites and was in danger of being destroyed at any time. And the sons of Moreh, Cre and Anos, have arrived at the temple and want to see you.

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Yang Rui smiled and said: "The robbers back then also came to accuse others of their crimes?"

Yang Rui returned to the palace and met the brothers Kerry and Anos who came to seek help on the high steps.

Yang Rui said: "You came to me now that you were desperate? Isn't it a little late?"

Anos fell on the steps and said: "Almighty God, my master, the Canaanites have arrived at the foot of Mount Olympia, and the destruction of the Sumerians is in sight. Please see that we are your creation,

Help us poor Sumerians."

Yang Rui said: "But the Canaanites were also created by me. I helped you and defeated the Ghanaians, so if Austin comes to me for help, will I have to help them again?"

Kerry said: "My master, for the sake of the children without a father, please lend a helping hand to help us overcome this difficulty. The Sumerians will be forever grateful for your kindness?"

Yang Rui asked: "Riya has given birth?"

Cree said: "Yes, Rhea gave birth to a healthy and strong boy named Zeus. According to the law, he will establish the throne of Ilbo and become the new king of the Sumerians."

Yang Rui said: "On this land, a new intelligent race has appeared. You can seek their help. They are numerous and smart and studious. Although they are not yet civilized, I believe that with your help, they

He will soon become your most effective helper."

Anos said: "But now, how should we deal with the siege of the Canaanites? They will rush to Mount Olympia at any time."

Yang Rui said: "There will be a hurricane on Mount Olympia soon, which will stop the Canaanite attack. They will get the revelation and return to Fagon Forest. You will get a chance to breathe. After that, follow my words.

Do it and you will see a turnaround."

Before he finished speaking, a hurricane hung around Mount Olympia. The hurricane swept away everything, and also swept away the Canaanites' confidence in their determination to win.

Austin prayed in the wind, seeking God's will, and finally he got God's will, accepted it gladly, and returned to Fangorn Forest.

The siege of Mount Olympia was lifted, and the Sumerians gasped in triumph. They knelt down on the mountain facing the direction of the shrine, and all praised the glory of the god. The infinite energy field stirred up in their restless hearts and was released.

Flowing continuously towards the shrine, Yang Rui got all the energy on the platform, but there was no wave in his heart.

The Sumerians followed Yang Rui's will, found humans who were struggling to survive, and taught them more knowledge. Human beings gained knowledge, established societies, and even city-states. They regarded the Sumerians as gods and told their deeds

Transmitted, deeds turned into stories, and stories gradually turned into myths.

Yang Rui stood on the Snow Mountain and said to the angels: "This is the result I want. Human beings have blossomed everywhere, and the energy field is constantly increasing. They have extremely high wisdom, an open-minded and studious attitude, and their unprecedented

Greed will make this world more prosperous than ever before."

Remiller said worriedly: "Human greed will lead to their rapid depravity. How will we control these evil deeds?"

The breeze blew across Yang Rui's cheek, and he showed a confident smile and said: "Everything is under my control."

Many years later, Yang Rui left the snowy mountains and came to the world. He felt that humans had indeed chosen a good place to settle. There were already many human footprints on the ground.

Seeing a village appear under his feet, he came to the ground and transformed into a shepherd, wearing a floor-length white hooded robe, straw sandals on his feet, and a cane in his hand.

He strolled into the village and saw no smoke or sound. There were only a few dying old men sitting in front of the door shivering in the sunshine.

There was only an old man who seemed to be able to move around, sitting beside the collapsed blacksmith shop, carefully polishing a rusty iron pickaxe with a stone in his hand.

Yang Rui walked up to him, but before he spoke, the old man said: "Go quickly, shepherd, there is no food for you to eat here, but your sheep can be full, because there are weeds everywhere."

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Yang Rui asked: "Where have all the people in the village gone?"

The old man pointed to the mountains in the distance to the north and said, "Where have they gone to dig for gold?"

Yang Rui glanced at the mountain pointed by the old man and asked: "Are there no one to take care of the old people in the village who cannot live alone?"

"Them?" the old man snorted and continued to polish the pickaxe in his hand and said, "Who cares about their life and death? With gold, you can buy the best food, wine and women in Sodom.

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Yang Rui said: "Didn't your leader tell you that if you dedicate the fruits of your work every year to God, God will bless you?"

The old man raised his head and asked Yang Rui disdainfully: "Where is God? I have never seen it in all my years of life! It is more practical to hold gold in my hand. Gold will protect me."

After saying that, the old man stood up, picked up the decently polished iron pickaxe and returned to the house. When he came out again, he had an extra baggage on him. He glanced at Yang Rui and said: "Shepherd, take advantage of the golden opportunity."

If all the mines have not been robbed, you can go too! Maybe you can dig some more, which is much better than shepherding sheep."

Yang Rui asked: "Old man, are you going to dig for gold too?"

The old man said without looking back: "I will go while I can still move. Even if I only get a little bit, I can get food and wine."

Looking at the old man's retreating back, and then at the surrounding barren farmland, Yang Rui had no expression on his face.

After that, the farms he passed were all deserted and overgrown, allowing animals to roam the streets and occasionally eat the bones rotting on the beds.

He came all the way to the foot of the mountain to the north, where there was indeed another scene.

When Yang Rui first created the mountains and rivers, it was a densely forested mountain, and the scenery was as beautiful as the sacred lake forest.

But now there are only bare mountain ridges left here, and there are caves everywhere on the hillside. Thick black smoke is floating everywhere, the river is full of stench, and countless dead fish are floating on the water.

Countless gold diggers gathered here, who cut down trees and built ugly wooden houses to shelter from wind and rain and store gold.

Suddenly a man with a dirty look ran out of a cave, holding an even dirtier bag in his hand and shouting crazily: "I dug gold, I dug gold!"

He ran all the way down the mountain, and before he could warm up the gold bag in his hand, a cold arrow struck from a distance and penetrated his chest.

The man fell to the ground, trembling all over, staring at the gold bag in his hand with nostalgia, clutching it tightly, and did not let go until he died. To be continued.)