Atla didn't intend to continue talking about the Little Lucky Grass King.
The matter is settled, and they have no intention of letting the little Lucky Grass King out.
Anyway, it has been locked up for so many years, so it doesn’t matter if it continues to be locked up.
The important thing now is that their plan cannot be changed by the little Lucky Grass King.
Atla finally told Jiang Bai the true purpose of this project.
"The little Lucky Grass King is weak and incompetent, but we need a god. A god with power, wisdom, and the ability to solve the world's crises."
Hearing this, Jiang Bai couldn't help but widen his eyes with a look of horror.
This is really not an act.
Jiang Bai was really horrified.
He thought that the god Gudong was talking about in this laboratory was the Little Lucky Grass King, and he thought that the Little Lucky Grass King was used as an experimental tool by them.
As a result, these guys told him that was not the case at all.
They look down on the little Lucky Grass King, they want to create a god!
Against the odds!
They really dare to think about such a lofty ambition!
The key is that they not only thought about it, they also did it.
I just don’t know how far I’ve gone so far.
Jiang Bai's huge horror lasted until he saw the huge god's body built by the Order Academy himself.
In the huge empty space, the body of the god whose specific appearance could not be seen clearly in the mist looked like a huge giant, as if it could easily crush these two tiny ants to death.
Atla stood in front of the huge god's body, with arms spread out and a look of fanaticism on his face.
"Welcome to the God-making Project!"
Jiang Bai had forgotten his words. He kept his head raised, looking up at this huge, incredible spectacle created by people.
Can humans really create gods?
The Order seems to have given him the answer.
Perhaps the god they created is not yet complete, but it is still 70 to 80 percent complete.
The elevator rose from beneath his feet, taking them gradually upward, and Jiang Bai was finally able to see the full view of this god.
Its entire body is made of machinery, every joint is carefully polished, and its four arms are connected by an invisible force.
In the chest, a huge thunder element symbol flashed.
The machine on the head slowly rotated, and the skirmishers with pipes behind them slowly walked out.
His posture was wanton and arrogant, but when his eyes fell, his eyes instantly froze.
As their eyes met, Jiang Bai tilted his head, his eyes filled with unfamiliarity.
Looking at the stranger in Jiang Bai's eyes, the smile at the corner of the soldier's mouth slowly disappeared.
He felt cold all over, and the place on his chest where his heart was supposed to be stored was completely empty, leaving only the cold wind blowing in.
The violent emotional fluctuations caused arcs to flash all over the body of the God of Zhengji, making his body somewhat unstable.
"Huh? Why is it suddenly abnormal?"
The surrounding experimenters quickly started testing, and Atla immediately got busy on the spot, but Jiang Bai, who looked at the stragglers curiously, seemed like an alien.
The skirmisher slowly fell in front of Jiang Bai with an expressionless expression. The conduits behind him were like umbilical cords extending from the body of the god.
"Jiang Bai!"
"Huh? You know me?"
Jiang Bai was a little surprised. He really didn't expect that the person in front of him actually knew him and seemed to have some connection with him.
But is this origin good or bad?
He instantly became alert and prepared to retreat immediately if the situation went wrong.
"You don't remember me?"
The stragglers looked at him steadily, trying hard to suppress their emotional agitation.
He thought a lot about how to show off to him that he had become a god when he met Jiang Bai again.
Even if he is a general, he will only be defeated by his subordinates.
But he never expected to meet again. He had not yet become a god, and there was only strangeness in Jiang Bai's eyes.
He covered his heart. The heart that was originally filled with the heart of God was now extremely empty.
"Sorry, I didn't remember who you were. Some accidents happened, and I can't remember many things for the time being."
"Amnesia?"
The abnormal thunder and lightning around him quickly stabilized, and the skirmisher's heart, which had been hollowed out by Jiang Bai's unfamiliar sight, instantly recovered.
It turns out that Jiang Bai didn't forget him on purpose, he just lost his memory.
"What's going on?" The skirmisher frowned, a little angry.
What happened to make Jiang Bai lose his memory?
Can the lost memory be recovered?
If it was man-made, he wouldn't mind letting the other party taste the wrath from the gods!
"I contacted the World Tree rashly, and then this happened..." Jiang Bai spread his hands. The person in front of him should not be hostile to him.
And he felt that the other party was somewhat familiar, and this connection should be a good thing.
The skirmisher held his breath in his heart and couldn't let it out.
He thought it was man-made and thought about how to teach the culprit a lesson, but...
He almost gritted his teeth and said: "How dare you touch the World Tree rashly?"
Jiang Bai felt guilty and scratched his head in embarrassment.
"I didn't know it was the World Tree..."
Atla watched the conversation between the two and frowned.
Isn't Abai an adventurer from Liyue? Why do you know the executive of Fools?
And judging from the attitude of the skirmishers, the relationship is very close.
"Skicker, do you know him?"
The skirmisher glanced at him expressionlessly, and then said: "Jiang Bai - the only one favored by my God of Zhengji!"
His words were not only protection for Jiang Bai, but also a warning to the Teaching Council.
Jiang Bai is his person and the only person he values.
Before you think of anything to do with Jiang Bai, consider the consequences of angering him.
Jiang Bai blinked.
The favored one sounds very powerful.
And it's the only one.
Atla frowned slightly, not liking the arrogance of the skirmishers.
He has not yet become a god, but he calls himself a god.
But it doesn’t matter.
In the end, they will wash away all his personality and memories and turn him into the god the Order wants.
The skirmisher didn't intend to say anything to the sages of the Order Academy. He waved his hand, and Jiang Bai floated up with him and entered the body of the God of Zhengji.
Looking at this scene, Atla's eyes narrowed.
A god who is not under their control cannot become the god of the Order.
Jiang Bai looked at the space around him with some curiosity.
The inside of the huge body is not cold and hard steel, but a space wrapped in purple mist.
After there was no one else around, the skirmisher asked directly.
"Why did you come to the Order House?"
"I thought that the Apostolic Order might have a way to help me regain my memory. They also needed me to contact the World Tree to find the root cause of the World Tree's disease, and then I came."
Jiang Bai briefly explained why he came here, then looked at the worried young man in front of him and asked:
"What is your relationship with me? Are you supporting me like this?"
"Oh, what do you think our relationship is?" the soldier asked with a sneer.
(End of chapter)
