Dilibero, the twin god, is a double-faced god. He has two souls, one is wise and good at using fire magic, and the other is arrogant and powerful.
This was one of the pieces of information Schliemann obtained from the captured crew.
The magical scene like a colorful halo on his head is actually a potion prepared by Selu. It evaporates very quickly. As long as you look at it from a specific angle, you will see a colorful halo in the mist it forms.
Schliemann grasped the fermentation of the incident just right. After enough people saw the miracle, he stood up and helped Poonan in front of him.
The crewmen on the side came around and stood in the mist area where the halo was originally emitting, making the halo disappear so that it would appear that Schliemann was controlling divine power.
"Lord Punan, God is not omnipotent. I think you know this very well. The best way to end the fight is for those of you who are in the fight to let go of your obsessions."
"But I'm worried... I'm worried about the people in the East Island who won't."
"Don't worry, my clone has already gone to East Island, and he will make the same choice as you.
Now, show me around your island! "
The clone that Schliemann was talking about naturally refers to Hill Peter.
At this time, Hilpeter was wearing a pendant, shirtless, and making a scene at the East Island Airport.
"Do I look like a mortal? Lord Fisher?!"
A whole log was buzzing as Hillpeter tossed it, and Fisher, who was two steps away, crouched down, fearing that he would be swept away and hit a home run.
The man in front of him was extremely arrogant, possessed of strange powers, and had a colorful halo floating behind him.
"Ah... Since you are the Twin Gods, why are the soldiers behind you still wearing Nishida's burqas!"
Fisher held his head, and the log just brushed against his helmet. The helmet flew far away and landed in a family's yard.
"Stupid mortal! That is a symbol of my conquest of the West Island!"
Hilpeter said, putting away the log and placing it on the ground. The ground trembled, and the log was inserted into the soil and stood up.
"So, what's your answer, Fisher? Are you going to sign with me?"
What Fisher was thinking about was not fighting at all, but fighting with God. Isn't this a joke?
"Gods of the Twins! Please forgive our ignorance, ah, what do you want? Please put away your anger!"
In fact, when the Twin Gods unfolded his halo, Fisher and the people in the distance already understood what kind of existence was in front of them.
The reason why Fisher asked this question was because he was worried that the twin gods Diliboli had already favored the West Island.
"Listen, this sky island will be under my control from now on! You are not allowed to build airports and flying ships."
"But, great Diliboli... you won't stay with us forever. You have to go back to your god's temple. When you go back to the West Island, we will still fight!"
"Do I look as shallow as you say? Huh?"
The thunderous roar made Fisher dare not move, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to give in on this issue.
"I will leave my spokesperson on the east and west islands. If I say the war stops, then the war must stop! Which of you dares to go even half a step further?"
"What about the family feud? The people from the West Island killed my father! What about the people who died in the war? What about the children they left behind?"
Hilpeter was stunned. Fischer's insistence was not in the script arranged by Schliemann. These questions almost burned out his straight mind.
"Hey! How dare you question my decision!"
"No, I'm not questioning your decision. I just want to ask, who will compensate us for the price we paid in the war?"
"You are participants in the war, and you are asking for these costs! You ask me?
What to do with the children they left behind..."
Hilpeter imitated Fisher's tone and suddenly said with a straight face: "You are the lord! These are your people, you ask me?"
"Our generations of victims, their souls are watching in the Hall of Valor, and they will not allow this to end like this!"
"Really? Like the people of the West Island, you all love to bargain. They also said the same thing to my clone.
Since you mentioned the same issue, I will give you both a chance at the same time...
Come on, tell me, what do you want to do to the people on the West Island?
If you say it, I will agree immediately. Whether the answer is destruction or something else, I can do it. But please note that my clone in the West Island will also agree to their request.
bring it on! To see who of you hates whom more? Or let go of this hatred together? "
Hilpeter never thought that his attempt to coax and frighten Fisher's words would produce a paradox that was about to burn Fisher's head.
He looked like a general holding the launch abort button, looking at the ballistic missile about to be launched on the launch pad.
If he doesn't press this button, the worlds of both parties will be destroyed. Likewise, he doesn't know if the other party will press it.
Is it because of the hatred of the people from the West Island to the people from the East Island that everyone will die together? Or should we place our hope in the West Island, which has been hostile to us for a long time, that there is still a trace of humanity that has not been lost?
"Hurry up and choose! Your people are all watching you!"
Fisher looked back and saw that in front of the houses on the hillside not far away, people were all kneeling there. Fisher knew that they were all kneeling to worship the twin gods in front of him.
His eyes swept over the one-armed old soldier, the woman holding a child, the handsome young man, and the flower-like girl. These people will determine their lives according to his choices.
"Oh ho... The other side has already made a decision. I won't stay in a daze with you."
Fisher's mouth opened and closed, and his face was covered with sweat. This decision seemed to him a trial that he could not refuse.
“Should we give up the war and the hatred of our ancestors, or rush into hell with the devil?
Did the people of West Island make a choice? ! What did they choose? Destruction or coexistence?
They hate us, there is no doubt about it, but is this hatred enough to make them give up their lives and their lives?
No, the question should be asked to myself... Do we hate them? Why do we hate them? Is this hate enough to make us give up everything? "
Silence enveloped the airport and the surrounding hillsides. A cry loudly tore the silence into pieces. The baby seemed to be using the greatest strength he could, just to win a complete life for himself.
A baby's cry is very pure. It is not mixed with the hatred of generations, the memory of the heroic spirits, or even the worry about tomorrow. It is like a pure mountain spring, flowing just for the sake of flowing.
This cry brought Fisher back from his chaotic thoughts. He raised his head and looked at the twin gods in front of him firmly.
"I choose to let go of my hatred!"
