God after all

Chapter 25 The Monet Clan Pure-Blood Replica
Somewhere in the heavens, the sky is filled with fine debris floating in all directions towards the lake at the foot of Mount Eden.

This clear water lake reflecting the blue sky is called "Isaac's Sorrow".

The surface of the lake is shrouded in a hazy mist that will not dissipate for millions of years, and the whiteness looks ethereal and sad, quietly surrounding the entire lake.

There is a white shadow in the middle of the lake, motionless in the wind.

The robes woven of pure white clouds flutter lightly in the wind, and the hem of the robes blends with the water.

The gentle wind blew, caressing Baiyin's hair, and also caressing Baiying's elegant face.

"Even if the maharaja is made of clay, facing this replica of the pure blood of Monet's family, I can intuitively feel the power of the ancestor of the gods surging."

Shirai Shadow looked up at the naked body floating in mid-air, and the silver pupils reflected the endless dirt and gravel attached to the female body.

This obviously human-like body is incomplete. Although it is not earth-colored, there are broken openings on the face, chest and lower legs.

The gravel that gathered the entire Garden of Eden is being absorbed by these black abyss-like cracks.

I do not know until when this filling of vacancies will be terminated.

"I don't understand, father...what was his purpose in making a pure-blooded Monet from a white rose and endowing it with vitality."

Shiro Shadow gazed at the respectable face of that pure white body with distant eyes.

She has a beauty that is rare in the world among the gods, and her long silver hair is the symbol of the most noble status among all the descendants of the ancestor of the gods.

Even the holy son who came to that future world never had such a holy family.But it's a pity that this is not the real one, but a fake one made of clay.

"She is about the same as the Holy Son, she was born to destroy the demon god."

In the distance, Michael stood on the pontoon bridge suspended over the lake and looked at the scenery in the middle of the lake, like a spectator staying out of the way.

"Is it a victim of the plan to promote the hunting of demon gods?"

Bai Ying was not as euphemistic as Michael's words, but pointed to the point.

The silent majesty did not respond to him, only heard the ethereal voice, his tone mixed with a little sadness.

"What my father did really confuses me."

As one of the only purebloods of Monet's family, Bai Yahweh changed to use his father's title instead of the ancestor of all gods.

"Heavenly Father has been away from the temple for too long, and the whereabouts of his traces may attract the attention of the gods. Please go back."

Without any disrespect, a sudden sentence stopped Shirokage from staying for a long time.

At that moment, the atmosphere fell into dead silence.

"Alright, since Maharaja wants to keep a low profile, I won't bother you."

Bai Yahweh turned around indifferently, walked back, and met Michael's eyes through the white mist.

"Once the news about the creation of man by the King of the Heavenly Army in the Garden of Eden gets out, it will indeed be detrimental to your future plans."

Michael nodded, showing his usual silent smile.

At this time, there was no trace of the white shadow on the lake, and it disappeared as if it had never existed.

The human body made of condensed dirt is still sleeping, with eyes closed and a peaceful expression, and long silver hair blowing in the wind.

The gap in her cheek has been filled, only a large hole in the inlaid chest is madly absorbing the dirt and gravel in the whirling wind.

There was a deathly silence all around, no wind, no birdsong, and all the strange animals in the Garden of Eden disappeared.

This unnatural silence was broken until Muchel's appearance.

"It's really not easy to find you."

Talking slowly, Muchel, who was sitting cross-legged on the pontoon bridge, put his hand into the water and stirred it, and took a cup of water to drink, ignoring the fact that his sleeves were wet.

She was dressed in winter all over, hats, scarves, sweaters and padded jackets... She dragged Leng Ji to the mall to buy them.

?It's not because I'm afraid of the cold, but because I want to look more like a normal human being and be able to integrate into the human life circle.

She likes to live in a human way, and she can also fall in love with humans.

"Why did you run here?"

Michael, who was standing beside her, didn't look at her, his gaze was always in the distance.

"Kicked out by Ji'er."

"What's going on with him?"

"everything is normal."

"Is that... a white rose?"

She frowned curiously. If it wasn't for the dirt and gravel in front of her, she might have mistakenly thought it was White Rose herself.

"I have to use this replica to deceive the eyes of the dark nobles."

"It's unbelievable, it's been replaced like a fake."

Muchel, who couldn't help but admire, also became a prisoner of the replica and couldn't take his eyes off it.

"You stay and throw her into the dark noble's surveillance area when the work is finished."

"what?"

Michelle was stunned, with doubts on his raised face.

"Have you smelled it? The breath of the gods on her body."

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

This question asking for opinions obscured Muchel's wavering.

"In order to promote the progress of the project of hunting the demon god, I must protect the safety of the real white rose."

"Since the birth of the Holy Son and the White Rose, the Maharaja has been silently guarding them."

Muchel was telling the truth.It's just that the guarded Leng Ji doesn't seem to be very grateful to Michael, and Bai Meigui is completely unaware.

"I still have things to deal with, so I'll leave it to the goddess here."

"Okay, leave it to me."

"The goddess of trouble poured the past relationship between the ancestor of the gods and Lengji's mother into this body."

"Those stories...but even White Rose herself doesn't know."

It's not that I don't know, or that I don't have the memory of the entanglement between the ancestor of the gods and the woman in the world.And this kind of memory is related to the birth of Holy Son Leng Ji.

"Does the memory from White Rose's true self and Leng Ji need to be transplanted?"

"no need."

Gazing at Michael's impeccably handsome side face from bottom to top, Michel was a little absent-minded for a moment.

For a long time, there was no sound of communication and conversation on the lake.

He didn't ask where the white rose was, nor did he ask where the maharaja was going. In this grand game with the evil forces, Muchel's behavior was nothing more than following the arrangements.

Maybe the scene in front of him had already been written in Shenzu's script.

Instead of looking at the white rose made of clay, she lay down from the cold slate, put her hands on the back of her head, and closed her eyes for a nap.

"It's too quiet."

After opening her eyes, a strange aura emanating from the dead silence disturbed her mood.

There is no sound in the entire Garden of Eden. Did the Maharaja put the living things here to sleep?

Thinking of this, she looked at the fake white rose floating above the lake, her broken chest was like a never-ending black hole absorbing the sky full of gravel.

In the soundless whirling wind of the dust-like soil, there is an indescribable scene.

Muchel decided to get closer, so he came to the center of the lake and stood still, looking up at the face of the fake white rose.

The real white rose is a white rose in the rose garden. It was created into a human form by the ancestor of the gods, and it is the protector of the virgin cold wind and snow.

For the coming of the Holy Son and to promote the progress of the project of hunting the demon god, the virgin was brutally sacrificed by the ancestor of all gods.

After the virgin died in a car accident, Bai Meigui's memory was deleted and erased by the ancestor of all gods, and only the cold face of the Holy Son was sealed in his mind.

It was snowing heavily on the day she met Leng Ji, and the north wind howled like a curse.

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Michel, who was deep in memory, was suddenly shocked by something.

What shocked her was the pair of indifferent silver pupils, as if the eyes of a god slowly opened, and the gaze was like the God of Jehovah and Monet's ether, looking down on her from a height. (Yahweh, representing the twins White Yahweh and Black Yahweh.)
This gaze carries a divine majesty, above any god.

"Is this the blood of Monet's family among the descendants of the ancestor of the gods?"

The descendants of the ancestor of all gods are as numerous as stars, and the varieties are quite mixed. Some are the offspring born after combining with humans, and some are created to inherit part of the divine power.

Most of the descendants of the ancestors of the gods have the iconic silver hair and silver eyes. They are known as the pure blood species whose divine power and personality are closest to the ancestors of the gods.

However, the most representative pure-blooded species is the twin sons of Yahweh, who combine divine power, divine fire, divinity, godhead and priesthood, and are simply replicas of the ancestors of all gods.

3000 million years ago, in the glorious era of the twin gods, Yahweh, the second ancestor of all gods, besides the Lord of Demon Gods, was Black Yahweh.

(End of this chapter)