only god

Chapter 555 It is God who really confiscates death!
“I do so much, not just for fun.

Verdo, fortunately it is you, and fortunately you are the only one who came here. Fortunately, you are the only one who discovered the truth of all this. "

Verdo, who fell on the stairs, listened to Slaier's arrogant voice. He was in a state of confusion. He knew nothing and understood nothing. The cold wind kept whistling, and the false stairs It swayed in the wind and squeaked for a while. He only knew that it was all fake.

Facing the god of lies and tricks, Verdo was afraid. Fear flowed back to his head, and his hands were cold.

He couldn't help but recite verses from the Second Prophet in an attempt to dispel his fear.

But fear still pursues me.

"You don't understand, you don't know!

It's okay, many people don't know it, and many people don't understand it. Sometimes, it always takes some time to discover my greatness. "

Slaier laughed uninhibitedly, the cold wind swept through his clothes, and the god was suspended in mid-air.

After a while, Verdo finally took a breath. He looked at Slaier and said in a trembling voice:
"What...why is all this happening? Why do you want...to confiscate death?"

When Slaier heard this, he burst into even more arrogant laughter.

"Yes, why is all this happening?
Verdo, the reason why I appear in front of you is to wait for you to ask me in shock: 'Why? '

Sorry, I'm a very expressive spirit and often feel sad alone because I have no one to share my great plans with.

How cold it is to be at such a high place!

Fortunately, today, fate has brought you here. "

The God of Lies and Trickery seemed to be dancing around a bit, like a mortal who liked to show off, bragging about himself.

Under those boasts, Verdo gradually regained some of his calmness and gasped for air.

"So...why exactly?"

Verdo asked again.

His expression seemed to satisfy Slaier, who nodded and said slowly:

"It's all obvious, isn't it?
Verdo, before I answer your question, I have to ask you a question - what exactly is death? "

What exactly is death?

Verdo was stunned for a moment. Isn't the answer to this question a matter of course?
Death is death.

What else is death but death?
Verdo couldn't turn around for a while. He touched his forehead and opened his mouth, not knowing how to explain.

At this time, Slaier clapped his hands and spoke,
“Look, look, it’s exactly what I expected.

You seem to know the answer, but don’t know how to tell it. Why is that?

Because you do not have an accurate concept of death in your mind. To you, death is death, something as self-evident as your God and my Father. "

At this moment, Slaier spoke very fast, and at that moment, Verdo seemed to see the eloquent philosopher again.

And Slaier's words hit the bull's-eye like arrows one after another.

When he thought about it carefully, he seemed to have no clear concept of death.

Death…is death…

"Death is when the human soul leaves the body, and then...then...goes to the afterlife where it should go..."

In the presence of the God of Lies and Trickery, Verdor attempts to explain what death is.

After making some attempts, he raised his eyes and saw the mockery on Slaier's face getting stronger and stronger.

Did...did I say it wrong?
In a hurry, Verdo became more and more confused as he spoke, and finally gave up, silent, shivering in the cold wind.

"Vildo, you are wrong, and so wrong."

Slaier said without mercy,

"On this vast earth and among the stars in the sky, only a handful of people understand what death is. Death is a time of rest, a moment of tranquility.
When the last glass of wine is finished, you close your eyes and say goodbye to everything. "

Verdo was stunned for a while. Slaier's words made sense, but he couldn't understand the difference between Slaier's answer and his own answer.

The God of Lies and Trickery glanced at Verdo with pity.

“In this world, there are more people like you who do not recognize death.

This is also of course.

After all, death does not exist. "

The last words fell on Verdo's ears like thunder.

He didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but he was shaken all over.

"Death doesn't exist...what does that mean?"

Verdo asked blankly.

"Verdot, think about it carefully, is there a true farewell in this world?"

Slaier is a wise midwife.

A true farewell...

Verdo couldn't help but start thinking about this problem.

After death, there is a soul. Compared with the perishable body, the soul is immortal.

Because the human soul is given by the Spirit of God.

This principle is like the same glass of water poured from one cup into another cup.

In the true religion, when a person dies, he either goes to heaven or hell. Even if he falls into hell, he can step into the gate of heaven after being punished and atone for his sins.

At this time, Verdo suddenly realized.

"In this world...there is no farewell...no matter what happens, we will meet again in the end!"

Slaier laughed wildly and slowly added:

"So, death does not exist!"

The God of Lies and Trickery began to laugh, then he pointed to the sky and said in the tone of a devout believer:
“I said I wanted to forfeit death, but that was just a lie.

I am nothing more than Slae of lies and tricks, how can I confiscate death? "

At this time, Slaier shook his body, like a philosopher slowly opening the curtain of truth, and let out a terrifying cry that was almost heartbreaking:
"Wildo,

The one who truly forfeits death is not me, but God! "

"God made you and me,
Got a soul! "

Verdo froze, as if he had turned into a real corpse. He slowly became cold, as cold as ice water, and his blood stopped flowing. He remained motionless, as if he was suddenly overwhelmed by the huge knowledge. Shocking academics.

Everything is as Sleah said...

In this world, there is no real meaning of farewell. Even the underworld will collapse sooner or later.

Everything must return to the city above, and death in the true sense does not exist.

"Death" is long dead.

Only the soul is immortal.

The surrounding winds became more and more fierce, and the false sky had big holes, and strong winds were blowing hummingly. The stairs were swaying, and it seemed that they would throw Verdo down at any time. The increasingly fierce winds dominated the false "underworld".

Everything is fake, even death is fake.

(End of this chapter)