I am God Chapter 319: Preliminaries of the King of Greed
There is no wind in the tower.
Everything here seems to be static, unable to flow.
Only when the powerful person probes through the seal with extraordinary vision, can he see those terrifying shadows of spirit bodies.
The lone puppet sits at the end of the stairs spiraling up from the inner wall, always looking up at the exit above without moving.
It can go out, but it can't go out.
"I am guilty."
"I made a mistake."
But it said, "No, that's not my fault."
The puppet is a very powerful existence, because it has a weird heart, the seal here has no effect on it, but it is not willing to go out of here.
It's very quiet here, suitable for those who don't like bustle.
Except for occasional people throwing things down from the top of the tower, basically no one will bother here.
This has been the case for many years.
But today, a person came in from above.
A "person" with legs.
It's a pity that it doesn't have wings. It heard that another intelligent winged man created by the master of life didn't die, but went to the world outside Ruhe Island.
When the visitor entered from the tower spirit, all the evil spirits were alarmed.
She even disturbed the seal.
The evil spirits in the White Pagoda felt that the seal was disturbed, and all rushed outside excitedly.
The evil spirits escaped from the upward ladder, turned into streaks of light and swirled like crazy.
But soon.
Rays of light came out from the man's neck, driving away the crazy evil spirits.
"Whoah!"
The terrifying power of the light drove the evil spirits back, and the burning sensation like a flame made the evil spirits whimper.
Here.
No one dared to approach the figure that came down again, and even the evil spirits all returned to the props and the lamp of the divine deed in fear.
The figure climbed down from a high place along a rope little by little, and landed on the top of the stairs.
The stairs inside the tower are obviously used to imprison and confuse those evil spirits, not to lead to the top of the tower, because there are still twenty or thirty meters away from the top of the tower.
After the visitor landed, he was the first to see the metal puppet sitting on the ground.
The exquisite and slender figure makes the metal doll itself look like a work of art. Its structure is very complicated. It is hard to imagine what kind of alchemist can create such a masterpiece.
Saint Rafael and the puppet looked at each other, but the puppet remained motionless.
Saint Raphael poked it with his finger: "Hey!"
The puppet remains motionless.
Saint Raphael persisted and continued to poke it.
"You can see me."
"You are alive."
"Don't pretend to be dead, I just saw it, you looked up when I came down."
The puppet doesn't want to pay attention to her, thinking she is troublesome.
I'm just a puppet, I don't know anything, I don't understand what you're talking about.
At this time, an old man came down the rope that San Rafael had just climbed down, but unlike the courageous San Rafael, the old man was very scared and cautious.
When he was entangled on the rope, he kept checking everything around him with his extraordinary vision.
When he saw San Raphael standing with the doll, he immediately exclaimed.
"Master San Rafael, don't approach it."
"It is the most evil and terrifying existence in the White Tower, and the only one with wisdom."
"It's an evil spirit puppet."
Now the puppet has no way to pretend to be dead, so it can only raise its head mechanically.
"Old Tut, are you still alive?"
The old caretaker immediately said: "Anyway, as long as I live, I will never let you leave here."
Saint Raphael stared at the doll: "It looks normal."
Old Tut, the caretaker who exiled the White Tower, immediately wanted to dispel St. Rafael's idea: "My lord messenger from the kingdom of the gods, you must not think so."
"All evil spirits are like this. Sometimes they look normal, but because they devour other people's desire and power, they may become crazy at any time."
Saint Rafael asked the puppet: "Are you crazy too?"
The evil spirit doll said: "Sometimes."
"There will be another person in my mind, and she will make me do other things."
"Maybe because the desire and power I swallow is single enough, so it's not crazy enough."
The old caretaker Tut immediately said to San Raphael, telling her to be more vigilant.
"It's half-crazy but not crazy. It's even more fatal for such a guy to go crazy at a critical moment."
Saint Raphael asked the evil spirit doll: "What's your name?"
The doll told her: "Olan."
San Rafael: "What crime did you commit to get in."
Puppet Oran: "I am not guilty."
Saint Raphael wondered: "Are you innocent?"
Olan the puppet repeats again: "I am not guilty."
Saint Rafael asked it: "Then why are you here?"
The doll has no expression, and its voice has no emotion: "I don't know whether what I committed is a crime or an irreparable mistake."
Saint Raphael asked, "Is there any difference between sin and wrong?"
The puppet Oran finally replied: "Sin is doing evil."
"A mistake is a mistake."
This is what it considers. In fact, from the perspective of ordinary people, breaking the rules is a crime.
San Rafael still couldn't tell the difference, but she promised the people outside not to let the people inside go out, so there is no difference.
"But since you have a problem, you must not go out."
"From now on, you will be my collection."
Saint Raphael squatted down, touched the doll's head, and raised its arm.
She felt that she had found another good treasure.
"Don't worry!"
"I will cherish you well and not let you break, you will live in my fairyland from now on."
Saint Rafael walked down the stairs and checked the situation below.
One by one, the evil spirits poked their heads out of the lamp, glanced at the ring on Saint Raphael's neck, and then shrank back.
San Rafael opened door after door, and the space below was huge.
"This place is very good, but if it is used as a fairyland, it must be modified."
After reading it, I also experienced it.
San Rafael is almost decided.
This is the wonderland she wanted.
The puppet is still sitting on the steps, only when San Raphael turns its back, it will turn its head to look at the fairy.
"A fairy."
"What does she want to do here?"
It is thinking about the purpose of the other party's coming, and what it will bring here.
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The other side.
In the cities of the City of Lights and the Land of Sunrise.
Grand ceremonies are being held in the temples of every city, with snake people singing and dancing outside, and bonfires surging.
Their city lords and elders all knelt under the statue, nervously watching the statue light up, and the lantern in God Iva's hand lit up.
They saw a door.
A graceful and gorgeous door representing desire.
Their consciousness then enters behind the door.
Then they saw a large figure surrounded by a large number of lamp spirits, which was the **** they believed in, the **** of alchemy and desire.
At the feet of the gods.
The cup of desire is full.
They crawled in the sea of silver flowers, carefully listening to the will of the gods.
Everyone was extremely nervous, they sensed that something out of the ordinary was about to happen.
Because this time it was the **** who delivered the oracle himself.
Before that, they had already heard some rumors that God might be preparing to select His apostles.
And all of this stems from changes in the world of higher gods.
Times are changing.
The demigods are no longer the end, the age of the gods is coming.
However, these things are not something that mortals like them can consider and know. Just the words "Apostle of God" are enough to drive mortals crazy.
There is no doubt about it.
The title of God's Apostle is incomparable with the title of Elder or even Great Elder;
Owning the title of God's Apostle, the Great Elder has to prostrate at your feet.
More importantly, the apostle of God represents more than just a title.
It is the power of the fourth order, the power beyond the limit of mortals.
Apostles can dwell on earth.
One thousand years.
Perhaps God Iva also noticed that the Land of Sunrise is like a mess of loose sand.
In the past, you can ignore it, after all, gods don't need mortals that much.
But now it's different.
The Creator opened the door to a higher level for the demigods, and to go to a higher level, one must establish a human **** system, which naturally requires a large number of believers to build and improve it.
He wants to elect an apostle to break this situation at the same time.
The God of Alchemy and Desire watched all the important believers present, and then opened his mouth to convey the information into their minds in a special way.
"The age of the gods is coming, I will choose the right seeds from among you."
"Some of you will become my apostles and receive the divine grace from me."
"And this is just the beginning."
He wants to choose suitable believers, spread the divine grace to the world, and obtain his own apostles.
Then select suitable candidates from among the apostles, and truly establish your own human **** system.
"The third-level high-ranking alchemist stays." Only the third-level powerful people can reach the threshold, and the power and power in their bodies are fully revealed by the light sweeping through their bodies.
"The devout ones stay." Obtaining the divine grace naturally requires a firm belief, and the cup of desire is swaying, reading everyone's inner desire. .
"The gifted ones stay." Not everyone has the talent to break through to the fourth level, even if they are third-level powerful people.
As the conditions were screened, one person after another left the stage.
Although there were not a few third-tier powerful people on the entire Ruhe Island hundreds of years ago, nearly ten people can be found in the Sunrise Land alone.
But if we continue to filter like this, there will not be many left in the end.
The Cup of Desire Huahai disappeared one after another, and finally only two remained.
The lantern of the **** of alchemy and desire fell, and a little spark fell into the bodies of the two.
"Divine Grace!"
"Given."
Two believers have obtained the inheritance of the divine grace technique, and they will compete for the position of the apostles of God.
Ecstasy appeared on their faces.
The City of Lights.
The consciousness of the Great Elder of the Sunrise Land holding a golden lamp broke away from the gate of desire and returned to the temple.
He looked at himself in disbelief, at his empty hands.
He put down the lantern in his hand and touched his face.
"Where is the divine grace?"
"Why didn't I?"
"Why? I didn't get the divine favor?"
He couldn't understand, he looked puzzled.
He is the Lord of the City of Lights and the Great Elder of the Land of the Rising Sun.
As the spokesperson of the gods in the world, as the most powerful person in the Land of the Rising Sun, he was not able to get the bestowal.
"I have no talent?"
"Because I'm old?"
"Or has God abandoned me?"
Extreme resentment appeared on the face of the Great Elder, which he could not accept at all.
Before this, he heard that God was in ecstasy for many days when he was choosing His apostles.
He thought he was bound to win, he thought he was lucky.
When I was old, I encountered such a thing.
This is something that none of his ancestors, Singji, could have encountered.
Though.
His ancestors willingly returned to the kingdom of God, and voluntarily became a lamp spirit beside God.
He thought that in this way, he would be able to live for a thousand years, so that he could always remind the gods to control his kingdom on earth, and establish his faith for the gods.
The Great Elder looked up at the statue, weeping.
"I am a descendant of Xinji, God!"
"I am the descendant of your most loyal servant, our golden family has always believed in you for generations."
"Why?"
"Why didn't you choose me?"
He didn't think about it.
Maybe God didn't choose him because he wasn't pious enough.
Some people think that they are pious in their hearts, but in fact they are nothing but self-righteousness.
They never thought that what they did was not for the gods, but only from their own greed.
Greed for power, greed for power, greed for wealth.
Even.
They also feel that the gods are their own, because they believe in the gods and are the most loyal believers of the gods.
So God must give them everything they want.
The Great Elder of the City of Lights is named Xingis, and he is such a person.
His name means Singhi's blood, and his line is proud of his ancestor Singh.
They also rely on their blood, and they are above everyone in the Land of the Rising Sun.
Rule the land for hundreds of years.
"It must be my talent is not enough."
"Yes!"
"My talent is not good, so God didn't choose me."
"It's an innate talent, I'm a little short."
"That's why I became a high-ranking alchemist so late."
"It must be like this."
Great Elder Xingis staggered out of the temple, chattering endlessly.
It was as if he had been possessed by a demon, and for the next few days he fell into this strange circle of dead ends in thinking.
He began to believe it.
It is because of my lack of talent that God did not choose me and I was abandoned.
After many days, a powerful third-tier authority figure seemed to be supported by a weak person.
At this time, someone brought him a new message.
"Master San Rafael, the messenger of the gods, has chosen the sanctuary she wants."
Hingis asked absently: "Where is it?"
The visitor replied: "Exile the White Tower."
Hingis suddenly looked up, and he remembered this place.
"The White Tower of the Tower Spirit School?"
Hingis immediately remembered this place, which was a faction that once ruled the Golden City.
This force once caused great confusion.
They are not a family of alchemists whose inheritance is based on the bloodline, but an alchemist school that has gradually flourished in the model of teacher-student inheritance.
In the two branches of alchemy and medicine, this school belongs to the school of pure alchemy that specializes in making alchemy props. Their philosophy is that human desire is a kind of power.
They believe that desire is the power originating from the deepest part of human blood, and it is an extraordinary power.
At the same time, they believe that desire is a part of a person's personality.
They believe that the lamp of the divine contract is a symbol of this kind of power. The lamp of the divine contract is based on the blood of the divine, and the different desires and emotions that are manifested by stripping off the tools also make the lights of the lamp of the divine contract have different powers .
They believe that if they can completely strip out the desire personality and give it to a super prop, they can make a prop come alive.
The founder of the Taling School has an idea to create a living prop with personality, which can operate like an intelligent program, can follow orders to complete tasks by itself, and can even become stronger and stronger .
That is Tarling.
It is also the origin of the name of this school.
It's just that there are some problems in the process, they can't make a tower spirit with personality, no matter what method they try.
The alchemists of the Tower Spirit School discovered that the stripped power could not only be endowed to props, but even to themselves.
Thereby increasing one's divine blood and making oneself stronger.
They gradually no longer tend to create a prop with personality, but use this method on themselves to make themselves more powerful.
They think that maybe their strength is too weak, so they can't realize the theoretical things.
Of course.
The method they chose was to voluntarily allow their students and disciples to fuse their own power after the older generation died, instead of going through a blood sacrifice as rumored by outsiders.
One is that this method is more peaceful, and the backlash brought about by the blood sacrifice is extremely terrifying.
The two schools consider themselves to be pure scholars, and believe that they are exploring the correct path.
They want to use their power to change the world.
Also believes in the power of alchemy to change the world.
Their idea is very good, and they think that as long as this is passed on from generation to generation, the disciples of future generations will become stronger and stronger.
Finally realized the idea of creating a tower spirit with personality, and completed the ultimate mystery of the tower spirit school.
But they don't know, this is the method and process of refining themselves into props.
Only items of the mythical level can block the power of chaos through the four-point mystery of the Divine Favor Stone, thereby stabilizing one's own wisdom, personality, and memory.
They are only powerful people below the third level, so they dare to try such power.
The final result can be imagined.
The blood and power are polluted, the original spirituality and wisdom fall into darkness, and the memory falls into complete chaos.
Those who dare to try this kind of power, even if they are not crazy at the beginning, will become crazy later on.
Moreover, the more the fusion power is, the stronger it will be, and the faster it will go crazy.
They themselves directly turned into a prop, and the conscious personality became an evil spirit entwined around the lamp of the prop.
After the disadvantages of this secret technique were exposed, the Taling School gradually gave up this idea.
Many alchemists even felt that their ideas were wrong, so they broke away from the Tower Spirit School.
But in the end.
The leader of the Tower Spirit School back then was unwilling to accept failure like this, because it was a complete overthrow of their ideas that they had insisted on for two hundred years.
Then simply turn yourself into a prop.
Unable to create a tower spirit, then he himself becomes a tower spirit with personality.
In the end, a terrible disaster was triggered, which was quelled by the entire Sunrise Land, and the White Tower of Exile appeared after that.
Hingis thought of this story decades ago, and his heart seemed to be hit by something instantly.
"I remember..."
"The Tower Spirit School back then had a secret technique."
"It can make people who don't have talent enough to get enough talent, so that some people who have the power of apprentices can become first-order powers, or even second-order."
"Theoretically, even the third or even fourth order is possible."
The visitor said: "That's right, but this kind of secret technique is problematic."
"People who have used this secret technique are crazy."
The former Hingis didn't care at all, after all, it was relative that he was not talented enough.
Being able to become a third-level high-ranking alchemist means that his talent is at least beyond ninety-nine percent of people.
"I remember that the Tower Spirit School once found a mythical organ left by an unknown apostle, which may be left after the death of a relative of a certain god."
"And gave her a name, called Elena's Heart?"
The person who came thought for a while: "This is something that I only found out in the later period of the evil spirit disaster. Before that, the Tower Spirit School had been concealing this news."
"I heard that Elena's heart was originally obtained by a person named Oran, but no one knew that it was an apostle-level core. They only thought it was a special strange stone that could release images."
"In the end, this person named Oran also went crazy, and died in that disaster, and Elena's heart disappeared."
Hingis suddenly shook his head.
"No."
"That Oran didn't die, it swallowed Elena's heart and turned into a puppet."
When the White Tower was sealed, Hingis also participated as an important member.
He went on to say: "Only that puppet, only it is not crazy."
"I have witnessed the powerful power of that puppet, the incredible apostle-level power."
"The disaster that year was not so much put down by the elders of the Land of the Rising Sun, as it was this puppet who finally sealed everything."
"Not only is it not crazy, it has not become an evil spirit."
"It's still alive, it just changed its body."
"Even if it is no longer a snake man, it is still alive."
"To be alive...has the power of an apostle."
Hingis' eyes became brighter and brighter, and he seemed to see what he wanted.
For so many years, no one dared to take the idea of banishing the White Tower.
Because the power of the evil spirit puppet in the White Tower is too powerful, if it hadn't been sealed in the White Tower voluntarily, perhaps no one in the entire Sunrise Land could stop it.
But its power is also unstable. What is powerful is not the puppet itself, but the part of its fusion power.
Even it cannot fully control itself.
Hingis let the visitor back out, but he fell into deep thought.
The originally decadent eyes of his became brighter and brighter. He twisted his snake tail and came to the back of the temple, and saw the sacred tree of the Temple of Miracles in the City of Lights.
This is a sacred tree left from the era when the **** Iva descended.
"The secret technique of the tower spirit school."
"Apostle's Mythical Organ."
"If I can get it, I can definitely become an apostle, and I can live for a thousand years."
"I can do better than anyone else. We are the most devout family that believes in the God of Iva. We are the golden family in the Land of the Rising Sun."
"The messenger of the gods has arrived, and I may be able to use the power of the messenger to eradicate this demon."
"That's right, this kind of demon should be wiped out by the power of God."
"I am the most devout believer in God, and I deserve it all."
Hingis stood under the sacred tree, looking like a madman.
he said finally.
"I should be..."
"Apostle of God."
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Evil thoughts move.
Desire is also an extraordinary power extending from the blood of the gods, which will arouse the laws of the dream world from the root.
When ordinary people's desires move, there may be no movement at all.
But some important characters are all on the list of some evil beings.
It is completely different.
Abyss.
Behind the Gate of Original Sin.
The terrible meat mountain hangs in the sky like a star, and the black and dirty rainwater flows down from the meat mountain, dripping down continuously.
An evil **** is sitting on a mountain of meat, his clothes are filthy and torn.
A small pottery puppet in the shape of a three-leaf man sat on his shoulder, moving from time to time, and even spoke.
It doesn't know when it has the ability to speak, it should be given to it by the evil **** of original sin.
The evil **** of original sin lowered his head and looked towards a certain place in the world.
The small three-leaf man took out a cloth scroll, pulled it open, and looked at the name on it.
"The human believer of the **** of alchemy, a despicable and greedy person who thinks he is pious."
"He's on my list."
The three-leaf pottery puppet asked the evil **** of original sin: "Will he be the king of greed?"
The Cthulhu of Original Sin didn't care too much, he had many candidates.
"It depends on whether he is greedy enough."
"But I always feel that he is still a little bit worse."
The three-leaf pottery puppet: "What's the difference?"
Original Sin God: "Don't even dare to covet the power of the gods, and there is no greed that dares to betray the gods."
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