Belief In The Kingdom of God

An old big tree is standing in front, swaying its branches and leaves from time to time as the wind blows. And under the ancient tree, a young man with a face like a **** is looking at him, his eyes warm and kind.

I don't know when, Ogg quietly opened his eyes, staring at the young man in the distance, an inexplicable throbbing in his heart.

Obviously from the appearance of the other party, the age of the place should not be older than him, or even much younger than him, but in Ogg's heart, a throbbing occurred from this, as if he had met the most kind person. .

"Who are you?" He took a deep look at the other party and asked him.

But looking at him, the teenager opposite didn't react at all, just standing there quietly looking at him.

For a long time, seeing Ogg's eyes with a dazed expression, Artis let out a slight sigh: "Isn't you awake?"

"I'm waiting for someone to come here to find me." His expression was calm, standing quietly under the old tree, looking at the figure in the distance of O'Ogg.

"Then you came."

Ogg was taken aback, and he didn't understand the meaning of Attis, but an inexplicable premonition suddenly rose in his heart, and a thought came up: the person the other party was waiting for was him.

This thought made Ogg a little puzzled, and some instinctive excitement arose.

In fact, it was not only Atis who had been waiting for someone, but in the depths of Ogg's heart, it might not be that he was looking for someone.

"The deep sleep has reached this point, Ogsha, in front of me, do you still want to be like this?"

Seeing Ogg's dazed look, Artis shook his head and directly called out the other party's name.

Ogg was already powerless to speak out.

When Attis called out his name, the name Ogsha kept echoing in his ears, as if calling something.

Around him, the power that was originally accompanied by his huge destiny suddenly began to vibrate, and a peak was faintly ushered in, which seemed to herald something.

A hole gradually appeared in Ogg's eyes, expanding continuously, with a bit of extremely pure gold, pure and rarer than any goddess.

"Yes, this is my name." He kept thinking in his heart, and then a kind of comprehension suddenly appeared in his mind, making him a little relieved.

Having figured out the key, his body seemed to have undergone a sublimation. Although still wearing that shabby adventurous costume, the divinity of the body above the mortal is more and more obvious. The imprints on the forehead began to interweave, becoming a complex and mysterious mysterious texture, revealing fate. Profound and Weili.

His face has not changed, but it seems that he has experienced endless time in an instant, becoming extremely handsome and vicissitudes of life, with an extremely pure purity.

"My father." His expression became calm, and he looked at the boy in front of him again, finally showing a gesture familiar to Attis.

Seeing him like this, Attis finally smiled: "Welcome back."

The rain outside was still falling, and it wetted the ground.

In this heavy rain, two teenagers with similar faces were walking here, without accident in the harsh environment, and kept walking toward the front.

Artis and Ogsha walked quietly in this city, feeling the node of fate, and they didn't speak.

With their current strength, the external environment can no longer affect them, as long as they are willing, let alone an ordinary heavy rain, even if they are in the hottest lava flow, they will never be contaminated by their bodies. .

"My ontology is still in other universes, and only this clone came here to be the first to make arrangements."

Walking on the road, Artis suddenly said: "A few years ago, the pulse of destiny changed. Through the corner of destiny, I know you will come here to see me in the future, so come and wait for you in advance."

"Presumably you should have anticipated all this."

Ogsha nodded, confirming Attis' guess.

As the reincarnation of the **** of destiny, no one can compare with the attainments of the way of destiny, even if it is the Attis who has been gifted by the other party.

I didn’t feel anything when I was weak before, but in the eyes of Attis today, the **** of fate at the time is undoubtedly extremely terrifying, and it is very likely that he has reached the limit of the seventh level on the way of fate, only one foot away. You can reach the eighth level.

Although Attis has reached level eight now, the road is different after all. It is still impossible to be the opponent of the **** of destiny in terms of fate's accomplishments.

Thinking of this, Artis looked at Ogsha.

Under the gaze of Attis, the power of fate on Ogsha's body continued to rise and fall, and it was in harmony with his body and mind, without some jerky. .

If you feel it carefully, the Ogsha in front of him is like the end and origin of fate, a brilliance that comes from fate and transcends fate constantly rising on him, with a sense of eternity.

This is the result that the opponent did not cover up. If Ogsha wanted to cover up, with the power of Attis this clone, although he could still see through some things, he would be blocked by the power of fate and could not see the deepest kind. Trajectory.

Seeing all this, Artis sighed again: "It's already level seven."

He sighed from the heart. The fluctuations in Ogsha's body and the pure eternal brilliance were undoubtedly the eternal call for eternity, and the eternity that truly relied on his own achievements, not a false god.

Although it was the reincarnation of the **** of destiny, this talent still made Atis sigh.

"Father, you are promoted first. After breaking this level of barriers, it will naturally be much easier for descendants of us to break, at least easier than your father."

"Furthermore, the legacy of the predecessors has not been completely exhausted to me. This also allows me to be one step ahead of my elder brother and take the lead to reach this point."

Ogsha quietly looked at Artis: "My father should have sensed it. My brother is not far from this step. Although it is a lot slower than me, the most critical step has been taken. Eternity is a matter of time."

Attis was silent, somewhat speechless, and somewhat relieved.

"The slaughter’s slaughter of living creatures will cause disgust on the main plane, but it is also an indispensable part of the way of slaughter. For thousands of years, the slaughter and slaughter raised by the slaughter gods on the main plane The storm can finally be counted on the brother's head. Although the sins in this are heavy, the killing power accumulated behind these endless killings is also the most critical resource, which is enough to help him make that step."

Ogsha was still talking, walking forward while talking with Attis.

"For us, father and son, there is nothing to commemorate from this main plane. It was also caused by persecution to stay here to defend the universe against the devil. In the final analysis, it is for believers and descendants."

The expression on Atis’ face was plain, with no sense of happiness or anger, and he said at this time: “After all, the death and life and death of the creatures in this universe have nothing to do with us.”

"What is really important is the causality between this universe and us."

"We grow up in this universe, from weak to strong, everything we spend in it is to endure the blessings of this universe, and the connection generated in this universe is the key to our stay here today."

Attis raised his head and looked at the unknown sky above his head: "The blessings I have endured, the killings and sins caused by Euleris along the way, and the result of your continuous absorption of the power of the world on the main plane. ···All of this will come to an end in the upcoming battle."

"I understand." The expression on Ogsha's face did not change, and he nodded quietly: "So even now, we have not abandoned this universe. The past entanglements must be settled sooner or later."

"And the battle that will determine the final outcome of this universe is about to begin."

Ogsha said this quietly, and then there was no more words.

Seeing what he looked like, Artis turned sideways to look at him, with a question in his tone: "Can I sense how long it is exactly?"

Ogsha shook his head, silent and firm.

"The future is constantly changing. There are countless pieces of fate being observed by me at every moment, but it is always changing."

He stretched out his hand, and a ray of destiny power emerged in his hand, slowly condensing into a raindrop, blending into the surrounding world.

"When it comes to our level, especially the existence of your father who has walked a long way on the path of eternity, my prediction may not be completely accurate. But an approximate time can still be sensed."

"But this time, the power of destiny is no longer effective, and there is a huge shadow behind it, far stronger than me."

He looked at Artis with a serious expression: "The only thing I can perceive is that the key to this change lies in your father and another person."

"One of the three highest demon gods?" Artis asked rhetorically.

With the power he knows, in this main plane, the only ones who are qualified to be opponents with him are the three supreme demon gods.

"No, it's not." But to Attis' surprise, Ogesha shook his head very surely, denying his guess.

"Although the Supreme Three Demon Gods are powerful, they can be compared to some eighth-level strong men in terms of power alone, but they are far from being able to compare with your father."

"What's really terrifying is the black hand behind the three demon gods. That's your true opponent, father. Even with your current strength, you might not be as good as your father."

"The black hand behind him?" Artis was taken aback, as if he hadn't thought of the key, or maybe said that he had thought of it, but he was still in speculation and doubt, far less certain than Ogesha.

"Are you sure?"

He looked at Ogsha, looked at him with a gentle look, and asked.

However, although it was doubtful, his tone was quite certain, and he seemed to have confirmed that the speculation was true.