He and It

They know very well that the fanaticism they held for their gods in the past is the same fanaticism their enemies are experiencing now. In order to defend their faith and defend their dignity, the army of the God of Hundreds will happily watch the whole world burn.

At this moment, the immortal sighed, stood up from the altar, and released a dark dragon from his wide sleeves.

"Fly," he said, "and end this war."

The black dragon flew around him three times in a gesture of deep love, and then flew into the sky, dyeing the sky the color of the sea of ​​blood.

The army of the God of Hundreds of Appearances has never seen anything so majestic and terrifying. He is as black as a problem with no beginning or end, and as black as a star that has been dead for tens of millions of years, but at the same time it is so colorful and gorgeous that it makes people sick.

The immortal in white is like a dream, surpassing all the beautiful dreams in the world, but this black dragon is so ugly that all the nightmares put together are not even one ten thousandth of his depravity.

The war ended quickly. Facing such an otherworldly creature, the army of the God of Hundreds was as fragile as paper.

"Forgive us!" Those who are still alive in the sea of ​​evil in hell cry, "Serving a god devoutly is not a fault!"

The black dragon spoke human words, and he uttered thunderous ridicule, hoarse like the screams of ten million people.

"You had a choice. You could have chosen a happier, more beautiful path." He said, "As for now, you can come and serve Me."

The whole army was wiped out, and the God of Hundreds of Appearances stood up from the temple. He was so out of shape that he stared in horror, completely unlike a dignified and solemn god.

He already recognized who it was.

Chapter 218 Ask Here (Forty Six)

The God of Hundreds of Appearances stood up in person. He stepped on the wind, thunder and fire, and flew in the vast sky. The flowing clouds smashed into pieces on Him, turning into mist like spider silk, like dying tattered clothes.

He does not believe that pure good and evil can be given to individual will. There are often whispers between heaven and earth. They say that fate has determined the outcome of everything. Good and evil will be entangled throughout their lives, hating each other and loving each other.

The God of Hundreds of Appearances avoided the greedy black dragon and landed not far from the altar. His arrival immediately evoked the atmosphere of a bloody battlefield. Thick clouds were rolling, and blood rain was dripping sadly. He transformed into a young and beautiful girl, wrapped in a dress soaked with blood, crying and running towards the immortal, calling for help.

The disguise of the gods is impeccable, and the incarnations of the gods are seamless.

"My family and everything I own have been burned to the ground by the army of the God of Hundreds," the girl cried sadly. "What should I do, sage? I have no way to escape except to ask for your protection."

She raised her face, white as dew, white as moonlight, and wrapped in a blood-red silk robe, which was as frightened as a bird and as soft as snow.

She came at night, the girl's face was noble and awe-inspiring, and when she lay on the man's lap, she was as graceful as a fallen flower, fluttering feebly in the breeze. Everyone's eyes followed her, and wherever her figure appeared, it ignited the flame of desire.

The immortal looked at her and said softly: "You can mourn or live in a new place. No matter what, life is long and you shouldn't waste it on me."

"But I just want to serve you," the girl sighed tremblingly, "I have loved you deeply for a long time. Maybe this is God's will. The God of Hundreds of Appearances has taken away everything from me, but I can still stay by your side."

The man smiled and shook his head: "You are too young to know that the so-called providence is terrible. It will control your destiny in the dark, causing you to deviate from the course and go to a path that you have never dreamed of. Many people who claim they have God's will eventually die unwillingly in surprise and resentment. Is this God's will or the persistent human heart?"

The girl was silent for a moment, as if to gather her courage.

"I love you no matter what lies ahead for me," she said. "I would die for you."

The immortal looked at her with eyes as light as feathers and as heavy as a mountain.

"The thing you are willing to die for is not me, but something more difficult and bizarre." The man stretched out his hand to help the girl put on the expensive silk robe. Wherever his fingers touched, the scarlet blood disappeared. , leaving only a soft and dry piece, "Is it that good to be a god?"

The girl's willow eyebrows were raised, like two sharp swords. She stared at him, her eyes no longer filled with the tenderness of infatuation. They were so cold that they could almost make people tremble and die immediately.

"Yes." She replied sternly, but after answering, she felt regretful. She felt that she was inferior because she responded to the immortal's question, which made her appear very passive.

She screamed unwillingly, turned into a gust of wind, and ran away from the immortal.

The immortal smiled and looked at the eastern sky, where the white color of the fish belly was glowing.

A few days later, sick people lined up around the mountain. They came either to ask for financial assistance, or to ask for the smile, words and touch of the immortal. In any case, the defeat of the God of Hundreds of Appearances injected peace into the believers. And the joy of laughter.

"I beg for help," a seriously ill man groaned in pain, his skin showing the color of the gloomy sea at dusk. "I beg you, celestial being, to save me. There is no herbal medicine in the world that can relieve my pain. I can only ask for help." you."

The Rishi looked at him sympathetically.

"I see the crows, they are already hovering on your shoulders," said the sage. "Death is inevitable, and there is nothing in this world that is worthy of its hesitation."

The patient gasped in surprise, and for a long time, he burst into tears.

"What, you!" He grabbed the immortal's white robe with force, "Are you going to give up your servant? I have heard your story. You once made a great wish to ask for more believers than the water in the sea. In this way , you can become a true immortal and live as long as the sun and the moon. If death is inevitable, how will you fulfill your wish?"

The Immortal breathed out slowly and said: "Whether it is a god or an immortal, their final fate has already been determined. The mountains collapsed on the plains, the plains cracked into deep valleys, water gathered at the bottom of the valleys, and then the sea rose - the glory of the past , sooner or later it turns into a legend floating in the loess, and then even the legend disappears and fades."

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