Six Realms Office

Chapter 453 Gaia's decision!
The bard was still wearing his old costume, his emerald green eyes were full of sadness, and indescribable emotions were brewing in them. Looking at the Pope, it was like looking at a naughty child who had made a mistake and was rolling around.

The brown top hat with chicken feathers is still ridiculously ridiculous.

The pope stared blankly at the existence in front of him. After a while, his whole body began to tremble, his limbs touched the ground, and he crawled towards the bard, like the humblest servant.

"Lord! My Lord!"

The Pope wept with joy, he finally understood that at this moment, the true identity of the ancient bard was finally revealed to the world.

It is limited to the world of the Pope alone.

He thought so, if he knew it, then the world would know it, and the world would know it.

Elias was restrained by Simon, looking at the slender figure in horror.The bard passed down in ancient times, the gods have seen him, and the devil has seen him, and his story is written in an ancient book of the Holy See.

“【In the Utopia of the East, the hometown of sages, the poet meets the sages. He rides a blue divine bull and looks old and feeble.】”

“[Under the glorious golden tree, the hometown of the Persian elephant, the poet met the Buddha, he was dressed in shabby clothes, with a gentle look.]”

“[In the vast and barren desert, on the broad road, the poet meets the prophet, holding a rusty dagger in his hand, and the mantra of Allah in the other hand, talking to the poet.]”

“【.”

That book records the myth of the bard, who came from eternity, never born and never died, and went towards the future.

Everything in front of him made Elias feel terrified. Why would the ancient bard be the Allah enshrined by the Holy See? !

God is a false thing, but he is an enemy; Satan is a false thing, but he is an enemy.

Yahweh exists, but God does not exist; the great red dragon exists, but Satan does not exist.

Tom coughed up blood, and Simon's blow was unreserved. Among the three sacred weapons, the attack of the [Jordan Iron Book] was no joke. His bones were almost shattered, and every time he moved, there was a huge pain Diffuse.

The pope prostrated himself at the bard's feet, crying loudly: "Lord! Those false gods have stolen your glory, usurped your authority, and our efforts have been ruined, and now your holy mountain is also taken away!"

"We are the guardians of the ancient world and the suppressors of the dark world. In order to spread your brilliance, we will do our best and work hard!"

His words began to choke: "However, God and Satan are too powerful. We let the dark world be the vanguard, and the whole army was wiped out, but we achieved our goal."

"God has waged war with Satan, they are entangled, the ancient world is about to move, all we need to do is to use the thunderbolt at the end!"

"As long as you destroy them, your glory can spread across the earth again, and all the people in the world will worship you, and all heretics will be judged and burned to death on the stake!"

In the bard's eyes, the sadness became more and more intense. The pope was a little crazy, and his tears kept flowing. At the climax of the speech, he even kissed the bard's toes with his lips, like the lowest slave.

"Eh"

The bard shook his head, his eyes full of disappointment.

"Without the real God in your mouth, God and Satan are just your imaginations, the names you arbitrarily added to them."

"I am not the true god you worship, and your fanaticism terrifies me, my child."

The Pope was stunned, and then his face turned pale in an instant, and he said in extreme panic: "Why? Why are you afraid of us?! We are just to spread your faith!"

The bard shook his head: "Without faith, human beings don't need the kind of faith you said. It's just another kind of spiritual prison. If all living beings are educated by you, it will be my disaster."

"Your disaster?"

The pope was puzzled, and asked humbly, "Lord, why do you say that?"

"For I am the earth."

The bard said, "Every step you take is on me."

"The living beings are educated by you, let them believe in me, and believe in the nihilistic [Lord] you have constructed, that will be my disaster. If you don't think about progress, don't give birth, it's just a ignorant prayer, you can't get me any response."

"Your fanaticism scares me, and your ambition scares me. You try to play games with God and Satan, but you don't know that they have the power to destroy you with their backhands. My ignorant, delusional children."

"You have no right to let others force you to believe in what you believe in. This is crooked and needs to be denounced."

"The progress of civilization will make me happy. Religion should have been established to appease the wounded, not to turn other living beings into slaves of a certain person, or a certain creature, or some imaginary god. "

"Only when the mind is liberated can the soul be liberated. The same is true for the ancient human race, and it is even more so for your future human race."

"There is no need to spread glory. The human beings on the earth are now the new masters who dominate the historical era. After experiencing great destruction, they have consciously carried out protection, restoration, and reconstruction. Although it is just the beginning, this is hope start."

"Your approach will only set civilization back, give up your unrealistic fantasies, my child."

"Maybe you're right, maybe I'm right, anyway, I'll see to the end, but you can't see to the end."

The bard breathed a sigh of relief: "God is the one in the east, and Satan is the other one in the starry sky. They generate and restrain each other, and there is an entangled cause and effect between them. According to what you said, there should be three other you The so-called [false god]."

"You haven't seen God, so you can only imagine, even imagine me."

"But I've seen them, so I don't need to imagine."

The bard played the violin, his figure gradually became unreal, and the ancient ballad slowly sounded, this time, it seemed to be a different tune.

"Sing the hymn of the stars."

The figure of the bard disappeared, leaving only the music that had not completely dissipated echoing in the hall, proving that everything just now was not an illusion.

The pope was trembling all over, his head hit the cold floor tiles, his eyes were wide and bloodshot.

Simon stood up with a dull expression, and he left Elias tremblingly. The paladin, who had lost his restraint, stood up instantly, and knocked the bewildered Simon to the ground with a punch.

Tom was picked up by Elias, and the paladin looked at Simon who was lying on the ground, and then at the kneeling Pope, feeling absurd and ridiculous in his heart.

What has the Holy See been pursuing for 2000 years?
Nowadays, even faith is denied by the gods they believe in, which is really ridiculous and ridiculous.

It turns out that the bard is the Lord, and he is the consciousness of Gaia.

The paladin glanced back at the Pope for the last time. The old man seemed to have lost his life, and he didn't even tremble anymore.

"The Lord is right. Religion should be about giving people happiness, not a cage for others."

"Now, even the great you are imprisoned in your own cage."

As he spoke, he walked out of the underground palace without looking back. When he passed the shattered stone farmer, Elias took off the white stone pick and held it in his hand.

(End of this chapter)