“Why is the human soul perfect?”
During that conversation, the person who had been pretending to be so flawless finally couldn't restrain his curiosity and asked something that was not part of the plan.
For human beings, falsehood has always been a complex way to look at them. Falsehood was born because of human beings and became powerful because of human beings. He knew very well that if all human beings in this world were wiped out, he would soon follow in their footsteps. Because apart from humans, no other creature can create so many falsehoods.
Therefore, when he learned that the most perfect thing in the world was the human soul, uncontrollable curiosity arose in his heart.
When he asked this question, Toma Jin, who had been recording something, stopped what he was doing. I still remember that it was a night with few stars, and it was a rare sunny day in Yingnan. Thomas was sitting casually on the grass in a white robe, with his back to the stars and the moon, a pen and paper in his hands, and countless ink characters seemed to be floating in his silver pupils.
"Humans are actually the most complex creatures in the world."
Putting down his pen, Tomazhen adjusted his silver-rimmed glasses, and a soft voice sounded in the open grassland: "I have seen farmers who were so kind and pedantic that they were willing to give up their daughter's life to save a thief."
"I have also seen a general who was extremely cruel. He listened to the slander that he wanted to eat the placenta, and ordered the killing of all the women in the city. In the city-state next door, businessmen who were shrewd in calculations hoarded goods and food, and in a battle The plague triggered another famine that killed tens of millions of people.”
"However, I have also seen warriors with a golden spirit, resolutely burning their lives to protect the village. I have also seen professionals with an iron will, forging god-given tools in the form of silver, saving lives. The city is on the verge of ruin."
"Ten million people gathered together to sincerely pray to the gods, just to let a kind-hearted man obtain spiritual salvation."
Gently covering the paper in his hand on the grass, a faint halo lingered around Thomas, as bright as a firefly, "Human beings are a gem that can never be guessed. Although they have the most filthy despicableness, But at the same time, they also possess kindness that shines brightly. It is precisely because of this that human beings fascinate me.”
I can’t remember what I said later. He only remembered that on that summer night, he received the message that "human kindness is the most perfect material." As for what Tomazhen babbled about after that, he no longer remembered it.
Later, he successfully killed the God of Literature and gained the authority of the God of Literature. In order to completely control the power and leave this world shrouded in mist, False used all his authority and power to release the human souls collected by the God of Literature in the book, and imprisoned the grotesque souls forever in the book.
The price of doing this is that pen and paper are completely integrated and no longer have the ability to tamper with reality. He can only affect things that exist in the book, such as humans.
(I am the God of Literature and the God of Falsehood. I can control reality and concrete shadows)
(Now, weirdness will return to the world)
When two lines of text containing strange twisted light appeared, roars and roars resounded in the sky one after another. Zhou Li and his party looked out the window. When the "dark clouds" composed of countless dense and strange things appeared in their field of vision, Torea and Lin Zi suddenly felt a tremor in their souls.
Grotesque, all grotesque.
Like the last wrath of the flood, they emerged from the clouds and moved quickly toward Jordan. Just when Torea thought these grotesques were going to tear her and the others apart, she was shocked to find that none of the grotesques were directed at herself and the others, or at any human being. The place they rushed towards was the Jordan Tower.
Wait a moment!
Torrea was suddenly startled. At this moment, she realized that this "god of literature" was not trying to control weirdness and attack humans at all. His real target was the black gunpowder that Zhou Li used to threaten Roja.
No, the purpose of the God of Literature is still to harvest souls, he wants to destroy black powder!
No, it's too late.
Holding out her hand, Torea opened her mouth just as she was about to remind Zhou Li, but was shocked to find that she couldn't say a word no matter what. But she didn't panic, because what stopped her from speaking was a small black mist.
It was Zhou Li who was stopping her from speaking.
At this moment, the words appeared.
(Your black powder will fail soon)
(Now, you will have to abide by the conditions I give)
"oh?"
Zhou Li sat back on the sofa, resting his elbows on his legs and crossing his hands on his chest. He looked at the text in front of him, raised his eyebrows, and said speciously: "It seems that your ultimate goal is to harvest the souls of these humans."
"My black powder plan is actually successful, because whether it is Roja or you, the purpose is to make the souls of these people more pure so that you can harvest them. So you have been misleading me just now, wanting me to think that your The harvest plan has failed, and what you really want is Eluma. However, your ultimate goal is to destroy my black powder, right?"
(You react now, it’s too late)
(All the grotesques have arrived at Jordan Tower, surrounding your black powder. Even if you detonate them, you will only kill the grotesques, and their blood will rain down, and all gunpowder and explosions will fail)
(you have no choice)
"Well, there's no choice."
Zhou Li nodded and repeated convincingly. Just when False wanted to make Zhou Li choose to surrender and help him harvest his soul, Zhou Li spoke again.
"Actually, I really had no choice at that time."
Zhou Li raised his eyes, and the mockery in his pupils made False feel uneasy. Zhou Li raised the corner of his mouth and said with emotion: "I ran all over the city and couldn't find one kilogram of black powder. If this hadn't been the case, there would be no need for me to deceive you and Luo Ya."
"There is no sense of accomplishment in lying to fools."
Aluma beside her finally no longer had to hold back, her warm red lips curved into a perfect arc just like Zhou Li's, her eyes curved into two crescents, and she smiled very gently.
As he finished speaking, he falsely received news from the bloody leech. Then, he felt a sense of absurdity.
Under the Jordan Tower, shrouded in black mist, there were only piles of natural fertilizers.
On the black mist network arranged by Gerost, a piece of paper with a smiling face was floating in the wind. The funny expression written by Eluma and polished by Zhou Li rippled slightly in the rain, which was extremely ironic.
(This is fake!!!!!!)
Anger, shame, shock.
Falsehood has never felt so humiliating. As the god of falsehood, he was actually deceived by Zhou Li's tricks for such a long time. He had sensed Geralost's actions, and also sensed that Geralost had used black mist in the Jordan Tower, but he concluded that Geralost had really arranged five tons of black powder in the Jordan Tower. Deceived by Zhou Li.
shame! What a shame!
The god of falsehood has been deceived, which is as absurd as the death of the god of death. This kind of absurd thing happened to him unprecedentedly today, and his false heart was filled with endless anger. If he could appear in front of Zhou Li in human form at this time, he would definitely perform for Zhou Li. A red temperature warning.
"Please, use your brain."
Zhou Li looked at False with contempt, shrugged, and said matter-of-factly: "With five tons of black powder in one day, you can make the Pope of the God of Chaos shake his head."
"I'm not going to lie to you, you really think you are nothing."
At this time, False was completely blinded by anger, and he didn't even think about why Zhou Li suddenly reminded him to check the piece of black powder. Obviously Zhou Li can continue to deceive False and deal with it for more time, or let False get lucky and continue to negotiate with Zhou Li in order to save Wei Wei's life.
However, Zhou Li did not choose to continue to deceive, but chose to "self-destruct."
Why?
(You pissed me off, totally pissed me off!)
(The monstrosity will burst into your prison and tear everything you hold dear to pieces!)
The characters appeared, and the weirdos who had originally gathered in the Jordan Tower seemed to sense something, and they roared and roared in unison.
Then they stopped moving.
"Originally, I wanted to deal with Roja like this, but I didn't expect that you still gave up on him."
Zhou Li, who was holding Eluma tightly, stood up. The two were shoulder to shoulder, and they could clearly feel each other's warmth. Zhou Li looked at the book that was the embodiment of falsehood, and said in a cold voice: "You haven't realized my true purpose yet?"
Purpose?
False was stunned, his "brain" was blank at this time, and he couldn't understand why he suddenly cut off the "threads" that controlled those weird things.
"You released all the monsters for us to kill, and the purpose was to completely destroy those monsters, right?"
Stretching out his hand, a priceless ring appeared in Zhou Li's hand. The next second, he crushed the ring containing the laws of the void, and countless strange papers engraved with different names appeared in his hand.
(This is……)
(How is it possible! How is it possible!)
(How could you have this!)
"The first monsters you released were their evil. They were monsters infected by you with human bad roots. They have similar appearances to humans, but are more cruel than humans."
"And what you are releasing now are the original grotesques. The original grotesques are good, they are pure, but they are of no use to you. So you want to use our hands to remove all the grotesques, right? ?”
Zhou Li looked at what he wanted to write down in front of him, but could not deny the falseness of his words. He sneered and said, "Congratulations, you failed."
"You think I can only kill the weirdos and wipe them out completely."
"I'm sorry to tell you..."
Zhou Li stretched out his hand, and the Book of Gaia that had been hidden under his windbreaker appeared in his hand. On his wrist, the silver ouroboros was quietly "watching" the falseness, as if waiting for something.
"you failed."
Open the books, and then put the papers with countless names engraved on them into the books.
Lady Rose, Scarlet Wolf, Skeleton Man, Blood Count, Stitched Frankenstein, Scissorhands, Sludge Monster, Ethereal Spirit, Phantom, Silver Moon Messenger...
The materials of these papers are different, some are made of paper made of roses, and some are made of warm bone products. Like wanderers returning home, they quickly entered the Book of Gaia in Zhou Li's hand.
"Kind."
When all the papers entered the Book of Gaia, Zhou Li closed the book and stared coldly at the falsehood in front of him. Beside him, countless "monster souls" without human appearance but with a kind aura were floating in his body. around. They followed Zhou Li's eyes and stared at the falsehood, watching the monsters trampling on their homeland wantonly.
(You are all monsters! What this world wants is humans. I gave you a human appearance and a human soul. Why are you not satisfied!)
(It was I who constructed you with paper and pen, it was I who used literature to remove your ferocious appearance, it was I who saved you, it was my god of literature who saved you!)
(I am your Creator, why do you resist me?!)
"Because you're fake."
There was no long speech, nor did he discuss with False "whether there is reproductive isolation in the constitution of the human body." Zhou Li just looked at False and said calmly: "Fake will always be false."
"You will always be just a god dominated by lies and deceit. Literature, you are not worthy."
The Book of Gaia is suspended next to Zhou Li, carrying a thousand grotesque pure souls, facing the evil god who steals the power of literature and attempts to control the soul.
Eluma held Zhou Li's hand. The world loved her, and she also loved the whole world. She was once the will of the world, a deity named Gaia, but now, she is just Eluma.
Eluma, the divine envoy of the brave Zhou Li.
"You don't even have a pen and you want to master literature?"
Angry, utter rage.
You are looking for a way to die! ! ! !
(I am the God of Literature, I will tear you apart!!!!!!)
God of falsehood, no more pretense.
Torea stared blankly at the huge figure in front of her, like a mountain suspended in the air. It had slender and curved limbs, and its eyes were strange spheres made of bone and flesh. No matter what kind of description or language she used, Torrea could not describe the creature in front of her at this time.
But the only thing that could be accepted and understood was the two curly goat horns on the creature's head, but the bloody red lines on them made it difficult to look directly at it.
Many times, most people have a misplaced understanding of "gods". They tend to put themselves into it and apply human experiences and models to gods.
In reality, however, this is completely wrong. Humans and gods are two completely opposite species, and the battle between these two different species is even more different.
According to human subjective judgment, the battle of gods should be to hold artifacts and control the punishment and thunder to tear the enemy into pieces. Or set off a huge flood and drown the other party in death.
However, Zhou Li, who had actually seen the "gods" take action, knew that these fantasies were completely wrong, just like "the emperor also uses a golden hoe". He once saw the God of Bang and Chaos kill a god-given monster that mistakenly entered the kingdom of God. He did nothing but "looked" at the monster. Then, the monster was "bombed" to the point where it was invisible to the naked eye. Observed scraps of meat.
The weapons of the gods are the authority they wield.
And now, the false god who holds the power of distorted literature appears.
