Falsifying history is good business

Facing the death of the Supreme God, Lin You felt an indescribable emotion in his heart; in his previous life, when he read comics and watched TV, he also saw the "Saint Killer" killing gods and ghosts, and Satan and God were killed by guns one after another. However, the story separated by a screen is not as shocking as being there and witnessing it with your own eyes.

Of course, the most crucial point is that this is the first true God who has died since the author participated in the Great World Plan, and he is also a supreme God.

No matter how big the conflicts between the gods were in the past, there had never been a "divine will". At most, they were just seriously injured and fell into a deep sleep like Ares. Today was a precedent in history.

While the writer was sighing with emotion, the "Holy Killer" had already stepped over the corpse of God and walked step by step to the throne in the temple; he looked at the seemingly supreme throne with complicated eyes, and then, as if he could no longer support his tired legs, he sat down on it.

He looked dejected and tired, as if the Holy Throne was just a high stool in the bar for people to take a rest; but the eyes of the "Holy Killer" were fixed on another living person at the scene, Lin You.

The fate of death instantly enveloped the writer. No one had ever survived under the gun of the "Saint Killer". Even if the two cowboy revolvers transformed from the angel swords could not kill the soul from the real dimension, they could definitely easily destroy his body and godhood.

Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise that when the "Holy Killer" appeared, Lin You was being "beaten" unilaterally, and was therefore regarded by the "Holy Killer" as an opponent of God; otherwise, the other party might have opened fire long ago.

It only took one shot to kill God, but the "Holy Killer" actually had two revolvers on his waist; if he really wanted to kill the writer, it would be a piece of cake.

However, temporary safety does not mean real safety. The author knows that he must do more to save his life.

Lin You struggled to stand up, not avoiding the gaze of the "Saint Killer". At this time, the image of the writer was miserable; although God's torture and harm to him was more targeted at the spiritual level, his body was inevitably affected. Under the mental torture that was thousands of times beyond the normal human endurance, the brain, internal organs and other organs all suffered material damage; there were bleeding symptoms in the five senses and seven orifices.

With a complicated look, the writer swept over the body of God and asked in a hoarse voice, "Who are you?"

The "Saint Killer" had no expression on his face, and his body was still hunched, as if he had lost most of his energy after killing God, and could no longer support his skinny and tall body. He didn't know that the writer was asking knowingly, and he had no intention of answering the question, but asked indifferently: "Who are you?"

Exactly the same question, even the wording is exactly the same.

"Me? A storyteller, a 'sinner' who was unwilling to accept the storyline arranged by God and was therefore caught in the Garden of Eden." Lin You appropriately added a touch of sarcasm, disapproval and anger to the word "sinner."

The "Holy Killer" is also a "sinner"; precisely because he is a "sinner", he fell into hell, met the Angel of Death, and was driven by the belief in revenge to agree to the Angel of Death's proposal and become a tool in God's hands to eliminate the threat of "Genesis".

Because of the passive skill of psychology, Lin You believes that this word will definitely affect the emotions of the "Saint Killer" and make his inner thoughts biased in his favor.

At a critical moment involving his life and property, the author fully demonstrated his usual style of being both cunning and cowardly when facing powerful forces.

Sure enough, the originally cold and ruthless gaze of the "Saint Killer" softened a little.

“Will you kill me? I can feel your hostility, not towards me, but more like towards all people and things in the world.” Lin You’s words suddenly became bold, but it was still a psychological offensive tactic. “If you don’t want to kill me, I should go home now. My lover and sister are waiting for me at home. If you want to kill me, please take a moment, because I didn’t have time to say goodbye to them when I went out this time.” The writer’s words were blocking both ends. Regardless of whether the “Saint Killer” kills or not, he must buy himself more time to survive. However, the deepest hidden in this sentence, but the most effective ones are the other words - “lover and sister” and “waiting for me at home.”

The reason why the "Saint Killer" became the "Saint Killer" was because the death of his wife and daughter completely destroyed his humanity. Before his wife and daughter died, they were also waiting at home for the "Saint Killer" to come home after he went out to get medicine.

Even Lin You's "bruised and bruised" appearance at this moment was extremely consistent with the experience of the "Saint Killer" who was beaten by a gang of hooligans when he was getting medicine.

With just a few words, Lin You successfully made the deadly old man in front of him immersed in memories of the past.

However, the writer obviously did not want to waste time admiring the results of his psychological offensive; after he finished speaking, he dragged his weak legs and stumbled out, not forgetting to pick up the quill that was thrown aside.

One step, two steps, three steps, he was getting closer and closer to the palace gate. The cold and murderous gaze behind him seemed to be real, piercing his back and making cold sweat run. But Lin You didn't dare to speed up his pace. He could only bite the bullet, withstand the endless psychological pressure, and keep moving out at a staggering pace.

Lin You didn't dare to breathe a sigh of relief until he walked out of the hall and his eyes behind him were completely cut off; a mere wall might not be able to withstand the penetration of the two cowboy revolvers. He seemed weak but always walked to the edge of the hall firmly. Suddenly, a dark dimensional space door appeared on the ground in front of him; his feet softened and he fell down as if he couldn't help himself.

As his body continued to fall, Lin You looked back and saw that the opening of the dimensional door was still closed; it was not until this moment that he truly relaxed.

The "Saint Killer" is a powerful weapon that is indeed easy to use, but its only flaw is that it hurts others as well as yourself. Unless you are in the situation yourself, you will never understand how intimidating this killing machine without any humanity or emotion is.

Coming out from the other side of the dimensional space door, Lin You performed a free fall and fell directly onto the lawn of his own manor, lying on the ground in a neat "big" shape, and didn't want to get up for a long time.

He was indeed extremely tired, his physical weakness was real, and he fell hard.

After a while, Diana and Minerva, the "important excuse" to save his life in front of the "Saint Killer", appeared.

Seeing the two beautiful and anxious faces, Lin You finally smiled with relief: "You are all fine. The old man God was just trying to scare me, and he didn't have time to do anything."

"Are you okay? What happened? It seemed like the whole world was in chaos just now." Diana squatted at the edge of the "big" shaped pit, looked him up and down worriedly, and reached out to wipe the blood stains from Lin You's nose and mouth.

In comparison, Minerva was much more rude. She grabbed her brother's hand and tried to drag him out of the pit without any hesitation.

"It's nothing, it's just that God is dead, and the world has changed its logical rules." Lin You sat up, still holding the quill tightly in his other hand; amid the exclamations of two beauties, one big and one small, the man holding the pen swept away his previous timid look and regained his confidence that everything was under control.

"It's no big deal. It's just a matter of writing more words to perfect the background of the new world view." (End of this chapter)