only god

Chapter 534 You are allowed to kill me
The setting sun penetrates the entire horizon from west to east, and the world seems to be burning.

This scene was so terrifying that the sky revealed a turbid red color, swallowing up the six hills of Paso Filó, and the whole area was a fiery red.

Helis opened his eyes and witnessed this magnificent and terrifying scene. The craftsman couldn't help but think:
Is this the Father expressing anger?

The God of Mountains and Craftsmen couldn't help but shudder. He first looked at Laren and Utus, and then at Xilan, who was dressed in Ziran. A burst of pity and sympathy could not help but arise.

Now the Father has sent this man here, but what does he mean? He is not even a prophet, but just his disciple. What does such a mortal mean in front of us gods?

He once sowed the seeds of faith on the earth. Today, thousands of years later, those seeds have grown into the vast sea of ​​wheat. He once herded sheep on the earth as a prophet and father. Today, thousands of years later, his name Praised and named by all people, he was once so brilliant, even better than many gods, but now, he is just a hermit with a pure body.

Since the Father possesses such great power, why would he send such a mortal to conquer the hearts of the gods?

"It's not what I want to do,
Rather, ask God what to do. "

After these words fell, the three gods, including Heris, stared at him.

Utus repeated:

“What do you want to ask God to do?”

The breeze blows by, the autumn leaves rustle and leave the trees, the fiery red sunset shines on the mountains and the land, and the muddy and filthy rivers flow quickly.

At dusk, the robin sat on the branch, seeming to be quietly watching this group of characters with different destinies.

Xilan lowered her eyelids slightly and chanted in a low voice:
"'In the beginning heaven and earth parted in darkness,

Therefore, God came to an era when everything in the world had no name. '"

The three gods all looked at Xilan. They knew that this man was reciting an ancient scripture. The birth time of this scripture was even earlier than any of the gods present, but for these nearly immortal gods, Generally speaking, those scriptures that are regarded as Guigao by mortals have long lost their power to shake the soul.

The three of them all looked straight at Xilan, and kept reviewing the passage in their minds. It seemed that the speaker had no intention, but the listener had the intention.

At this time, Xilan walked forward as if he had received a decree from somewhere. The hermit of the god suddenly grabbed the hands of the three gods.

Laren and Utus were both frightened, but they quickly calmed down and stared directly at Zealand.

"Now...what are you going to do?"

Laren asked harshly.

"God wants me to allow you to kill me."

A string of bizarre words came out of his thin lips.

The three gods couldn't help but be slightly startled. They were not prepared for such words.

At this moment, a huge, magnificent, and unquestionable force suddenly burst out from the depths of Xilan's soul. The three gods in a dazed state were almost unprepared to be struck by this force. They seemed to suddenly plunge deep into a huge chaotic vortex, and they didn't know where they were being taken.

The sky and the earth were spinning, and strange phenomena suddenly appeared.

When the three gods woke up, they found themselves in a strange room. It was like a green shallow lake or a green swamp somewhere. The weak water plants moved without wind, like stars in the sky. moving in the universe.

"Where is this place?"

Herris spoke first.

The craftsman noticed that the power obviously did not belong to Xilan, as if the Father had exerted his power to bring them here.

Laren looked at Xilan angrily and said angrily:

"Why have you brought us here, pathetic mortals, and what conspiracy are you playing?"

Xilan said lightly:
"It wasn't my idea."

"Whose is that?!"

The God of Dreams said subconsciously.

"This is God's."

Xilan said slowly.

Laren suddenly fell silent and remained silent.

The storm god Utus was calmer than Laren. This proud god looked around and asked in an extremely majestic tone:
“Why did the Father bring us here?
Imprison us?Teach us?
Also, what you just said, is it true? "

What I just said...

Hearing this, Herris and Laren both pricked up their ears. Of course they remembered what Xilan had just said.

"Literally, God wants me to allow you to kill me."

Xilan repeated,
"You will have three days to think about it. After staying here for three days, you can let me die. The Lord will not bear grudge against you, and neither will I."

The three gods widened their eyes in unison. Even though they had heard it once, they were still surprised.

"What does it mean?"

Harris said hurriedly,

"This, this... Xilan, you belong to God...please ask our Father to take back those words."

The God of Mountains and Craftsmen felt panicked. Unlike the other two gods, he respected his father extremely, so when Xilan said these words, Heris's subconscious reaction was to ask his father to take back those words.

Laren looked at Helis with a nervous and resentful look. The God of Dreams did not want these words to be taken back.

Killing Sealand means that the last obstacle to the civil war in Karlond has disappeared, and the path of divine creation will come to an end. This is the ending that countless gods dream of.

Utus was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about the secret behind Xilan's words.

The water plants swayed, and the light green lines were ethereal and beautiful, as if they were following some kind of melody of life and singing the sounds of heaven in unison.

“It’s between honesty here.”

Xilan pointed to this place and introduced:
"Here, no one can tell lies or do false things. Of course, you can remain silent, but once you speak, it must be the truth."

After hearing these words, the three gods looked at this place that was not big or small and full of water plants in surprise. They tried to lie and deceive in their hearts, but when they blurted out, they expressed their truest thoughts. come out.

Such a sight makes subtle fears jump and fall like the tips of water plants.

It seems like what Xilan said here is true, no lies or false things can be done here.

Just listen to Xilan continue:
"In these three days, I will show you the past and the future.

You will discuss, consider, and ponder here until three days later. If anyone wants me to die, even if there is only one person, I will die here. "

The hermit of God spread his arms and declared, surrounded by water plants:

"God has given you the power to destroy miracles."

Laren showed a burst of excitement at this moment, and Utus's eyes also showed a hint of surprise. Only Herris's face was full of worry, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

"Isn't three days too short? For the gods, it's just a blink of an eye."

Harris spoke out.

Laren and Utus both glanced at him, as if blaming the craftsman for meddling in his own business. "No, even though we are gods, every minute and every second is very important to us."

Laren looked at Xilan with a gloomy look,

"Those who want to be prophets, just wait!"

The god of dreams bestows an honorific title on a mortal man without any irony.

In Laren's view, Xilan is already a dead person. In any case, after three days, he will definitely firm up his thoughts.

Unexpectedly, Xilan just smiled and was not moved at all.

The God of Dreams did not suspect that there was fraud here. Laren felt that their father would not deceive them. Besides, he had already told the other gods to let the priests instigate and let Calron do the instigation once the time was right. Germany lit a fire.

Laren thought, it doesn't matter how long he stays here, the plan has been made and it's just waiting to be implemented.

Now, all he needs to do is make up his mind to kill Xilan.

This room was extremely dark, with only a little faint light. The water plants under the shallow lake swayed slightly, and the surrounding scene was desolate, as monotonous as a cemetery.

Laren raised his eyes and saw Xilan slowly kneeling down. He clasped his hands together hard, clenching them so tightly that they seemed to bleed. He slowly closed his eyes and lowered his head. Under the background of the dark water plants, there was a kind of feeling. Indescribably weird.

In this way, Xilan sat there kneeling like a statue, waiting for the judgment of the three gods in three days.

Laren waited for a long time with his eyes fixed on Xilan, but Xilan remained motionless, like a stiff corpse that had been dead for a long time.

None of the three gods spoke.

The dim room was so quiet that it made people uncomfortable. In this strange room, there was not even the sound of insects, only the floating water plants slowly stopped.

I don't know how long it took, but the three gods still didn't wait for the vision to appear. They raised their heads and exchanged glances with each other.

Finally, Utus spoke first to break the silence,

“In that case, let’s confirm each other’s thoughts.

I believe I think the same thing as Lahren. "

However, Herris expressed a different view. He said:
“Dreams, storms, I think differently than you do.

I can let you destroy the Divine Creation Path, but I will never support you in killing Xilan.

Know that he belongs to our Father. "

Laren glanced at Helis with hatred and said:
"What are you worried about, are you worried about revenge?
No, no, Xilan promised us that Father will not bear grudge against us. "

Utus also echoed:
"I think so too. We don't need to worry about Father's grudge."

Harris frowned, took a deep breath, and said slowly:

“Do you think I am worried about my father’s grudge?

I am not worried about the Father’s grudge. I also know that He will not bear grudges.

It's just that... we cannot bear the weight of the sin of killing a man who belongs to God. "

Laren thought what Harris said was ridiculous.

“The weight of sin?

How ridiculous that is, have you forgotten that even after Xilan dies, his soul will still return to heaven.

For the Father, what is the difference between a Sealand with flesh and blood and a Sealand that exists as a soul? "

Laren describes the relationship,
"Some mortals regard death as a farewell. I am a skilled craftsman who is admired by the world. Do you think so too?

What do you think you are, how do you think like a mortal?
We are immortal gods! "

The God of Dreams was very disdainful of Helis's idea. When He spoke, his tone was excited, and the water rippled under his feet, and the water plants that were originally still were slowly floating again.

The water surface is turbid, showing a strange black color, and the rippling water waves are just like the slight sway of the body when a person is listening, making people feel as if there is a fleshy ear in the depths of the shallow lake.

The walls of the room were covered with moss and the walls were covered with thick mold.

Faced with Laren's rebuttal, Herris was a little excited. The honest craftsman's chest swelled and he was holding back his breath, but he didn't know what to say.

After a long time, Helis slowly let out a sigh of relief, looked at Utus, then at Laren, and spoke again:

"You say that I think like a mortal, then I admit that I do think like a mortal, or that many gods have thought like mortals.

But I have to remind you that I awakened to self-awareness much earlier than you. When I woke up, the underworld had not yet been born. "

Utus frowned. As a new god, he hated the old man's preaching.

"So what? We respect you enough."

"No, I'm not seeking your respect,

I want to tell you that before the underworld was born, death was the same farewell to the gods! "

Herris's lips trembled slightly, painful memories surfaced,

"I once had a son, Shannon, who pursued glory and set foot on the battlefield. It was not until the end that he realized that the happiness of living is far more worth cherishing than the glory of death.

I watched him die with my own eyes, but was powerless to stop it. If you say I think like a mortal, that's because you have never experienced the same thing. "

Herris's words did not change Laren's mind, and the Dream God suddenly became angry.

"You said I've never experienced the same thing?
I tell you, I have experienced it. My beloved son Shanlal died. He died in the hands of a mortal.

Why do you think I am so persistent?It is precisely because of the death of my heir that I understand the horror of the path created by God! "

Laren said, he glanced at the motionless Xilan,
"Killing him is not only because the gods need to seal the path of divine creation, but also because I want to avenge Shanlar."

Laren, the god of dreams, was determined, and Heris seemed to see the anger of revenge. In this place where lies and falsehoods are impossible, what Laren confided was undoubtedly the truth.

Seeing that he could not shake Laren, Khris turned his attention to Utus.

"What about you? Utus, do you have any reason to kill Sealand?"

The arrogant Storm God glanced at Xilan coldly and uttered a brief sentence,
"The weak eat the strong."

"The weak eat the strong?"

Harris repeated in surprise.

"It's a simple truth, isn't it?

Just as wolves should eat sheep, and lions should occupy one place like kings. Everything has its ups and downs. As gods, we should let mortals be at our mercy.

The emergence of the path of divine creation will break this law. "

As a fifth-level god, Utus stands above many gods. His powerful divine power and self-confidence allow him to always uphold this kind of pure rationalism and believe in the laws from ancient times.

(End of this chapter)