Gamers Are Fierce Chapter 82: Hobby
"Michael doesn't have any friends with you, so I'll tell you the story."
Hohenheim said: "The matter of King Shibi is very serious, even he is not fully sure, and needs to call for help.
This time He not only invited you, me, Out of Control, the side of truth, but also Han Shuishi and Su Nisheng.
The latter two have not replied yet. "
Han Shui Shi is probably dealing with the prisoner's den. I heard Bai Haozheng mentioned last time that the situation there has not been very good recently.
And Su Nisheng has been missing for a long time.
"It's just a mutation, is it necessary?"
Li Ang thought about it and asked, "What did Michael see in the Buddha's Light?"
"...Buddha."
Hohenheim was silent for a moment, then replied: "In the light of the Buddha, he saw the Buddhaland of the Pure Land.
The ground is spotless, the air is full of fragrance, the sky is full of jewels, and it is peaceful and peaceful.
A large number of missing people stood on the ground covered with flowers, closed their eyes and meditated, smiling, and clasping their palms towards the grotto.
They are in a state similar to petitioners in the kingdom of God, producing the power of faith every moment.
But unlike petitioners who are already dead,
These missing persons are still alive and their metabolism continues slowly.
Any further delays, they will all die in the Buddhist land. "
The petitioner. . .
Li Ang's eyes narrowed, the so-called petitioners are the most devout and pure outstanding believers,
After the death of these believers, they will be brought back to life in the kingdom of their respective gods by the gods, where they will receive eternal life, accompany the gods, and provide faith.
Like in Norse mythology, the Valkyries, the Valkyries, would ride on white horses and wear golden bird-winged helmets, descend on the battlefield, give the last kiss to the warriors who died in battle, and take their souls to Vaal Hall of Valhalla.
There is a never-ending carnival,
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Enjoy endless boars, goat's milk, and mead,
Heartless battles that never end.
In the occult, petitioners are not only an excellent source of faith, but also a deity's most precious treasure.
As long as the kingdom of God exists, petitioners can be reborn infinitely, and the strongest petitioners can even follow the gods and participate in the battle of gods.
Li Ang has accumulated enough followers now,
But for the creation of the kingdom of God, having their own petitioners,
No clue yet.
He couldn't just try to kill the most loyal cerebrate and see if the cerebrate's soul would fly beside him?
"Is it a Buddhist country..."
Li Ang became interested in the mutation of King Shibi, but did not show it, and asked Hohenheim: "If you leave it alone, what is the most serious situation?"
"The most serious condition?"
Hohenheim thought for a moment, "Since Michael has determined that those missing are still alive,
If you leave it alone, they will definitely not be saved.
And since all uninfected temples in the world will be marked as potential sources of mutation, even if they are demolished, it will be useless.
Countries must collectively shrink the area of land where people can live within their respective boundaries—the older the city with more temple buildings, the larger the scope to shrink.
Transfers can incur incalculable losses. "
"This should not be the worst case."
Li Ang said: "Since that King Shibi used a method similar to a petitioner to gather the power of faith,
Prove that his strength during his lifetime was infinitely close to a god, or even a real god.
Considering the aggressive and brutal methods he is now using,
If he is fully resurrected, it will be ten times more difficult to deal with than the wild lion. "
“…”
Hohenheim fell into silence. At the beginning, the wild lion only absorbed part of the divinity, and it was so powerful that one person suppressed everyone to a desperate situation.
An unfriendly full-body deity. . .
God knows what King Shibi will do to the superhumans who are most likely to challenge the status of gods after his resurrection.
"It can't be more difficult to deal with than Su Nisheng's previous life in the mission of the long night to come, right?"
Hohenheim smiled bitterly: "Are you going to participate?"
"Yes."
Li Angyan said succinctly: "Remuneration."
Michael and Hohenheim both have official backgrounds and need to maintain social order and maintain social stability,
And Li Ang, the side of truth, the extraordinary people who are not attached to the real world, can achieve self-sufficiency. Even if there is a major disaster in the real world, they have no strong reason to help for free.
"The pay is good."
Hohenham, as the representative of the clock tower, also has certain authority, and immediately agreed in the friend's communication, "The Global Occult Alliance is the organizer of this operation, and they will meet the requirements.
In addition, as the party responsible for causing this incident, the European Heavy Industries Group also has to pay remuneration.
You can come to Mumbai to discuss the specifics with them. "
"Good."
Li Ang hung up the communication and turned to look at Chai Chai, who was sitting on the sofa and studying painting.
In the past few days, the world's attention has been focused on the changes in the Ajanta Grottoes,
The frequency of entertainment programs is reduced, and the progress of the front line is broadcast on TV.
So Chai Chai went back to the boring routine.
She doesn't usually need to sleep, she can eat, drink and have fun 24 hours a day, and she has already played video games and so on,
Recently addicted to some messy hobbies,
Such as literary creation, cooking, origami, paper cutting, gardening, and pet keeping.
It's a pity that she has long forgotten all the literacy she had when she was a noble lady of the Zhu family, and she no longer knows how to write poems and songs.
I can only suffocate a few words "roasted chicken wings, my favorite food", "the weather is sultry, like happy water without gas"
Or the exquisite Tibetan poem "This is a Tibetan poem":
This is a hidden poem
It's a hidden poem
A hidden poem
Hidden head poem
Poems
Head poem
Poem.
Well, that's pretty neat.
Fortunately, Chai Chai just wrote and played by herself~IndoMTL.com~ I didn't think about finding someone to publish it - there is no problem in publishing a book as her, but Liu Wulan can still buy a few newspapers , magazine publisher, to Chai Chai,
Let Miss Chai Cuiqiao win the Poetry Prize in the first Youth Literature Award sponsored by Chai Cuiqiao magazine,
I followed Li Ang's article "My District Mayor's Father" and won the first prize in the district composition competition.
In addition to literary creation, Chai Chai's other hobbies are basically three minutes of popularity,
A little flower can kill a flower,
Holding the dead flower and turning around in front of Li Ang, with a sad expression on his face, he chanted something in his mouth "Flowers wither and fly in the sky, who will pity the red and fragrance?"
Forcing Li Ang to use the magic power of the swamp to save the flower.
I can't even feed the flowers,
Chai Chai's idea of keeping pets, especially cats, was naturally rejected by Li Ang, on the grounds that cats are evil,
As a child, Li Ang saw with his own eyes a black cat, riding a motorcycle, holding a pistol, and knocking out the ears of a mouse.
"What are you drawing?"
Li Ang approached and found that the oil painting in Chai Chai's hand must have been revised too many times.
Chai Chai's face was slightly red, but he still raised his chest and raised his head naturally: "Cough, I am painting "Kenyan Black Miners Digging Coal Mine at Night".
"This also works?"
Li Ang's eyes twitched and he complained, "Why don't you draw a polar bear with eyes closed in search of food on the snow field in the Arctic during the polar day?"
"Hey! Sir, you are really right."
Chai Chai picked up his thumb and picked up a pair of all-white oil paintings from the side, "Look at this painting, if you like it, this painting can also be given to you."
"Keep it for yourself."
Li Ang curled his lips helplessly, "I'll go out to Mumbai."