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Chapter 1036 390 Too much nonsense (72k)

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Chapter 1036 390. Too much nonsense (7.2k)

As the old saying goes, people should not look directly at the sun.

Forbidden Army Marshal Galakhov agreed with this, but there are several prerequisites. First, the sun needs to be the real sun, not the projection of some planet. Second, if it is night, it is not a big deal to look directly at the sun.

Thirdly, if the sun agrees to let you look directly at it, then there is no problem.

At this moment, he was looking directly at a bright sun.

The god wrapped in light spoke calmly: "Lorgar Aurelion is not in danger."

"But you took him away." The marshal lowered his head and whispered respectfully. "He disappeared in front of the pastor's eyes. The golden light that followed almost made the pastor faint. He shouted at the last moment before he fainted.

With a miracle.”

The golden hall still seemed empty, but there were more than a dozen statues in the corners. The cylinder was white, the face was vague, the limbs were slender, and there were wings on the back. Galakhov didn't know what they were, but instinctively

I don't think they can be considered sacred.

"I asked him to do a favor." The god said slowly.

He now seems to have understood his identity and what his existence means to mankind. After the Marshal of the Forbidden Army invited him to come through a ceremony, he no longer raised questions as before.

He understood that gods are used to solve problems.

"I asked him to go to another world and deliver a message for me. If possible, I would not let him do this, but I cannot leave this world, Galakhov. There are many things watching in the dark."

"Devil?" the Admiral of the Imperial Guard asked cautiously.

"No, they are not my enemies yet. At best, they are just a part of this never-ending hatred. But knowing this will do you no good, Galakhov."

"If they are your enemy, they are also the enemy of all mankind."

"To become an enemy, the first thing you need is equality of fighting power. If the weapons in your hands can't even touch their bodies, how can you win? This is not your war, and this universe is not your battlefield. But the Milky Way should belong to

Humanity."

The god's voice was extremely soft, like some kind of deep echo. He said no more, but just raised his hand. The marshal was determined to continue saying something, but was sent away the next second.

He slowly stood up from the throne and came to the statues. With just a gaze, one of them immediately came to life. It tried to escape in horror, but was grabbed by a ruthless hand made of flames.

It stuck in the throat.

"You are number one hundred and twenty-four."

The god said, waving his arms, raising it, and began to observe it carefully. "Your memories are really interesting, but I still can't understand why you went to war with those six evil gods. Shouldn't they be your companions?"

"

The angel opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but failed. Here, the rules are made by only one person.

The god looked at the vague human form carefully, and after a while, he began to take it apart. As carefully as a child is interested in his own toy.

Every bolt was removed, every joined surface was violently opened - nothing was spared, and by the end, even the angel began to weep and long for death.

They cannot feel pain originally. When they are born, they will not feel pain. However, the rules here are set by the gods.

The pain it felt for the first time in its life was such horror.

But the god still did not stop, and the hand made of flames still held the remains of the angel.

He carefully observed the true appearance of this energy creature hidden under that layer of specious flesh. After removing all the illusory flesh and blood, what he saw was a pure white skeleton and a heart beating between the white ribs.

of light group.

"The source of energy.? No, it seems more complicated. I saw souls and memories. You mixed everything together? What a crazy and genius idea. It seems that you have also carried out large-scale transformation of your own race."

"That is to say, you were not born naturally. Yes, I remembered it. You are monsters forged from human souls from other worlds. Your raw materials are human suffering and torture. No wonder creatures like you are like this.

It makes me sick."

The god shook his head, and the hand clenched suddenly, and a heart-breaking sound came from it.

It seemed as if something that looked like glass had been smashed into pieces by someone. The surfaces of other statues began to vibrate, and their fear almost turned into entities and began to flow in the temple.

But it doesn't matter. If they want to scream silently, let them scream. They deserve it.

He returned to the throne of God, began to sink into the depths of his memory, and began to search for answers.

The war had begun, and He needed to find a way to win.

——

"what?"

Here it is again, this short title again, this name again.

Whenever He enters this huge memory, a call will follow, as if someone is looking forward to his return. The god is very annoyed by this, and He wants to tell these people that the person they are calling is dead.

Only gods are left here.

A god without a name.

but

What to say carefully.

Who are you?

The god knows very well who he is, and he knows that his memory and power are inherited from him. And his divinity and godhead come from an eternal person named the Emperor.

Despite this, he could not see the emperor's memory, he could only see the human mage's. The reason why he asked this was just to understand why one person could do so many things, but why he could not.

He doesn't understand, and may never understand.

He began to continue diving, and there were a thousand similar words in his ears. The voices were different, the identities of the people calling were different, and even the names were different. Some were angry, some were almost whispers, and some were full of reverence, but

Most of them call in the tone of a friend.

"Mage."

"Hey, Black Robe."

"Hey! Good morning!"

"Ah, Mr. He, you are here."

"teacher!"

The god ignored them and just kept diving. He came to the beach made of corpses again, and the fragments of memory slipped away from his eyes like bubbles. He raised his hand, grabbed one of them, and the bubbles shattered,

Then a memory emerged.

It is difficult to find the answers He needs in this complicated ocean. After all, this is a sea of ​​memory.

However, in the deepest part of the sea, what is stored here should be the most precious memories for the mage named He Shenyan. If he wants to choose a starting point to carry out this work, this is the best place.

start.

The god shook his head and did not think more. He cleared his mind and began to watch.

——

"I think we should find a nice place to sleep, Ho."

A white-haired man with a somewhat terrifying appearance said this. He was sitting on a stone, with two swords on the ground, and behind him was a horse grazing leisurely. A fire was burning in front of him, and a cast-iron pot was sitting on the ground.

It was placed on a shelf, and food was floating and sinking in it.

"Don't come here, Geralt, this place is quite nice."

The man called Geralt had a pair of cat eyes that shone in the dark. Hearing this, he shrugged and his eyes began to flash: "Can a mage like you really endure sleeping in the wilderness?"

"Do you think I am some noble young master?"

"You look quite similar, and the ladies seem quite happy to let you become a noble lord and give birth to several noble lords or princesses."

"Sometimes the way you talk makes me want to cast a spell and throw you into the river."

Geralt laughed, took out a bottle of wine from behind, took off the cork, and drank half of the bottle in one breath. Then, after letting out a hearty breath, he said: "Speaking of which, Ciri will go over again."

We’ll be back in Kaer Morhen in two months.”

"yes."

"Aren't you going to go back and see her?"

"I still have things to do. I really want to, Geralt, she is my accidental child after all, but I can't."

"What's so important?"

Geralt asked doubtfully, but before he could answer, he raised his hands to show that he understood: "Forget it, I won't ask. After all, you are busy going back and forth between the worlds all day long.

Mage."

"This is not as good as you think, Geralt."

"What's wrong? You can see so many new things, and I have to be busy killing water ghosts all day long." Geralt smiled and took another sip of wine. Although it sounded like he was complaining, his tone was full of emotion.

Enjoy your leisure time.

"You seem to be trying to talk to me about freedom. But freedom is not like that. It is good to travel back and forth between the worlds and see new things, but you are not bad either, water ghost hunter."

"You mean killing water ghosts is a good thing?"

"No, I mean it's good that you know what you should do, my friend."

"There are many people who cannot see themselves clearly. They think they can pay a small price and then arbitrarily criticize another person's appearance, personality, name, life and even hard work. This is really unreasonable. And you, you

But I’ve never done that.”

"You know that you are just a witcher, and witchers only need to accept commissions and earn the money they need to live. This is very good, Geralt, be content with what you have."

The demon hunter waved his hand, not intending to dwell too much on this issue. A complicated and strange expression appeared on his pale face: "I was not like this when I first entered the industry, why."

"oh?"

"It's good that you closed the book. It means I've attracted you, ha." The demon hunter smiled slightly, feeling satisfied.

"Say it quickly, you water ghost hunter."

"If you must use these nicknames to call me, you should just call me Bald Knight - in short, at that time, I was the same as all other young people, no different. Idiot, warm-hearted, and self-righteous."

"I read too many knight stories and hero stories, so I thought I could be one of them. It took me many years to realize that I was never a hero. I couldn't save myself from being killed by my own father and husband.

The woman who beats her can't control those poor people begging for food on the street corner."

"Goddess Meriteri can't save them, let alone me? All I can do is kill. I've killed many monsters and people. Some of them deserved it, some of them didn't deserve to die, and a few times it was even because of my own

Recklessness and stupidity got them killed."

"I wrote down all these things, and finally, I came to the conclusion that if I want to be a good witcher, I'd better not have too much contact with people."

Geralt spoke many words in one breath, finally paused, smiled, and drank the last sip of wine from the bottle.

"Why?"

"Because witchers will always kill the people around them, and the luckiest ones will also bring bad luck to them."

"You seem to think of yourself as some sort of disaster - but we've known each other for so long, my friend, and I'm fine with it."

Geralt shook his head: "You can't count. No mage can wave someone to the sun like you, or simply stop the raindrops falling from the sky. Besides, this is not necessarily true. After all, you have been obviously depressed recently.

.”

"Depressed. You used a rare word to describe me. I thought you demon hunters were all illiterate."

"Lambert is, but I am not. I am a friend of a mage and a bard."

"Hadandrien, you mentioned him and that Lambert many times, but I have never seen them, and Eskel."

The witcher sighed.

"Forget it about you, I haven't seen them in the past two years. I'm not worried about Dandelion. He has plenty of ways to live happily. As for the other two guys, I hope these two bastards are still alive. They are dead.

, I don’t care, but the old man will definitely be sad for a long time.”

"And Ciri."

"Yes, and your daughter. She will also be sad for those two bastards, and maybe she will cry on their graves while practicing sword practice."

"She is not my daughter, not legally or even by blood. In addition, the scene you described is a bit too horrifying."

"I think it's okay. However, Ciri is your unexpected son, and it was the accidental law that you personally requested from Pavetta and Duny."

"Meritelli, your memory is really good."

The witcher laughed, which was rare. He always liked to use sarcastic sneers and calm smiles. This kind of laughter can be traced back to when they and Zoltan caroused all night in the 'barrel drinking'.

.

After laughing, he spoke softly: "Don't deny it, He. I know you value her very seriously, otherwise you wouldn't have specifically hired that person to be her bodyguard."

"who?"

"Who else could it be? Don't act stupid, that man with a big beard and blood-red tattoos on his face and body."

"Ah, Kratos, actually, this is not just about wanting him to ensure Ciri's safety. He comes from another world, Geralt."

"Everyone he knew has passed away, and he is left alone to live. I have to find something for him to do, otherwise he will drive himself crazy sooner or later. Besides, Seyani also asked me to help."

"You're talking about the nymph of the lake who emerged from Kaer Morhen's bucket?"

"Yes, that's her. If she knew this was your impression of her, she would be happy."

"I'm sure you're talking sarcastically." The corner of the demon hunter's mouth twitched. "Damn it, why are you always like this?"

"What kind?"

"so."

"Well, what kind?"

The witcher took out two bottles of beer from the saddle bag behind him, threw one over, and said with a smile: "That's it."

A pale and slender hand caught it firmly.

"This is a kind of fun." The owner of the hand said slowly while uncorking the bottle. "You won't understand, friend."

"But I at least know how to drink?"

"Of course, you're an expert at this - I mean, at being an alcoholic."

The wine bottle glowed with light, and the hand shook it gently, causing the liquid inside to sway, and some bubbles began to appear. A burst of blue light flashed, and the surface of the wine bottle suddenly turned into a mirror, reflecting a pale and

Handsome face.

If he didn't look a little melancholy, this would be fine.

The man in the mirror smiled slightly: "Cheers, Geralt."

"Cheers, Ho."

——

The god opened his eyes, and there was no change in the dark seabed. He silently wrote down the names and frowned, but it was not because of this memory. Frankly speaking, he liked the warmth in this memory very much.

He had no friends, but he seemed to have many.

As for the reason for frowning.

He sighed and left the ocean for the time being. The world was changing rapidly, and in just the blink of an eye, he came to a blurry starry sky. This place was false, a cage created by his power. And at the top of the cage

, a crack is slowly appearing.

Here they come - again.

The god stared there, and with just a thought, he appeared there.

"We meet again, the new gods." A polite voice sounded from the crack. "Are you satisfied with the kind we created?"

"Despicable and useless," the god said coldly.

"Is this your evaluation of them? Ah, that's really chilling. They were originally human beings."

"I'm talking about your means - your means." God replied calmly. "Your temptation is meaningless, you know this."

"Yes, the great God of Humanity. If you have been here, of course we will not be able to enter here through the world barrier. Ah, there are also those six evil gods. They should have merged with each other, but now they have begun to conquer each other.

"

The voice snickered.

"It seems that the evolution of peace is more difficult for them. Their nature is to kill and devour each other."

"You don't even deserve to judge them." God said. "You are just a coward hiding outside the barrier of the world, and you don't even dare to face me."

"Of course I dare not say that your current state could wipe out our entire army in just a few seconds. A true god existing in the physical universe is really terrifying. But we just need to wait, right?"

"Time is on our side, and this is a sure victory. We just need to wait until they decide the winner, and by then, they will naturally come back to look for you."

The voice was almost laughing wildly, but after the laughter ended, only calmness remained.

True peace.

The person behind the crack seemed to have torn off the mask on his face with his own hands, and said softly: "Frankly speaking, you and I have no grievances, gods. We are not interested in you, we just want the mage who offended the eternal heaven.

Just pay the price."

"So, you actually don't need to wade into this muddy water at all. This is a war that doesn't belong to you, and you never have to stand in front of humans."

"They are narrow-minded and selfish, stupid and arrogant. They are the cancer of the world, but humans exist in almost all worlds. We have a headache because of this. Do you want to know how we deal with humans?"

The god did not answer this question. He stared at the almost unknown world outside the crack and began to consider how much damage he could bring to them if he poured his power into bombing now.

He does not like to be forbearing.

If someone insults you, then insult you back on the spot. If someone hits you, hit you back on the spot. If someone tries to kill you, kill him.

"Don't you want to answer?" The voice sighed, seeming a little disappointed. "Well, it seems I still have to find out the answer myself. The answer is, we tame them."

"It's extreme, right? I know it, God, I know it. But, you see, humans are a stubborn race. How can they learn to be humble and learn to coexist with their world without using some extreme means?

"

The voice gradually became serious, and it seemed to have no intention of attacking. The crack that was opened at this moment seemed to really just want to talk to the gods through the crack.

"Excessive correction must be excessive, God. You should be able to see us from the memory of the black-robed mage, and you will come to a conclusion. You will think that we are all a group of lunatics conquering the world in the endless star sea. You are wrong.

, our behavior is correct."

"Both you and him don't know. You don't know how many worlds have been destroyed by humans. You don't know how many worlds humans have caused to suffer from gradually dying cancer. We are saving the world, we are letting

The world and humanity have changed for the better.”

"The faith we spread, and their self-sacrifice, are all meaningful. You know, gods? The moment when a human being who has been taught by us voluntarily gives up his life and soul to contribute to our cause.

, how happy they will be?”

"I tell you, it is a kind of happiness that makes them rather die without regrets. They have already awakened. Those who are awakened will always be happy, gods. And so are we. We will not touch death in any way. Our death is all

For the rebirth of humanity in this world.”

God remained unmoved. He did not listen at all to this angelic tirade from eternal heaven. From the moment it began, His attention was focused on something else.

I can't leave, but can I create a doppelganger?

Half the power is too much and can be easily detected. So, is it feasible to inject only a very small part? I need to observe their situation, otherwise I will know nothing about the outside world. Intelligence is very important.

But could this be a trap?

"God? Are you still there?"

The god frowned - why is this thing still talking? Hasn't its chatter ceased?

"You have no grievances against us, god. You have just become a god, and you even have the ability to cross boundaries. You are a truly free creature, why don't you leave and find what you really want among the endless sea of ​​stars.

Things? Are you going to give up your hard-earned life for this group of humans?"

It's so annoying. God thought silently.

"I know that you may think that my words are meaningless. But please believe me, please believe every word of mine. I have seen too many gods trying to protect humans. They were all injured by humans in the end and died.

Before, they would all resent themselves for helping mankind."

"To live is the most basic wish of every living being, isn't it? You are no exception, God, you still have a chance now!"

It spoke sincerely, but the god just sighed in annoyance. He felt a wave of depression swirling in his heart. He really didn't understand why this thing could talk so much, so densely, and so confidently.

It seems that it doesn't understand the meaning of stopping when enough is enough and shutting up.

"How difficult is it to become a god from a ray of divinity? You should know better than me. You should use your precious life in a more meaningful place. You should let it become a rising star in the endless sea of ​​stars.

Nova! Gods, stop fighting for humans, they are not worth it."

"."

The god didn't say anything, he just raised his hand silently, and the plan to explore the information was canceled by him.

From the right hand he raised, an extremely strong light emerged. It only appeared for less than a second, and the false starry sky was immediately filled with light.

He began to pour power into it, enough to turn back time, and the power of world destruction was poured into it without hesitation. A few seconds after the formation of this unstable bomb, its mere existence made the starry sky begin to tremble.

"God?" the angel called again.

"You are so annoying," said the god. "You talk too much, and it's all nonsense. My choice has nothing to do with you, and you have no right to dictate to me. You say humans are stupid, but I think you are the stupidest one.

, do you know what kind of god I am?”

The angel only had time to utter one word in shock: "Ah?"

Then, in the next second, God sent the bomb over, and the aftermath and flash even caused the starry sky to lose its original color. Half a minute later, the crack closed silently. It was foreseeable that for a long time, they

Won't come again.

That’s fine, He is really tired of these things that don’t know what to say. In His opinion, instead of trying every means to use the power of language, it would be better to really gather strength and try to attack Him. In that case, maybe He

I'll even look at them high.

but

The god lowered his head silently and thought - at least, what he said is right.

They just need to wait, time is on their side. The longer it is delayed, the more favorable the situation will be for them. God knows that although he can move freely in the material world, it does not mean that he can deal with three devoured ones in one go.

An evil god with a similar origin. What's more, he also needs to protect humans.

This is really distressing. The god thought silently.

but

He opened his palms, and some tiny fragments appeared on them, shining brightly. He stared at them for a while, and then slowly tightened his grip.

Just now, some brave men died in battle, and their souls came to Him.

In this universe, countless people die every moment. Some die of natural causes, some are persecuted to death, and some are murdered. But there are still some people who die to protect them.

They died for their oaths.

I also swore an oath, God thought, so I will still stand here.

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