"It seems that Zhou Li has noticed you."
In that empty and chaotic space, Yin Jue, who had no form, looked at the smile on Zhou Li's face through the sight of the earth. Yin Jue, who transcended the physical existence, also smiled.
"Yeah, he noticed me."
Yin Jue gently stroked the pocket watch on his chest. In fact, as a god, he had no concept of a body at all. The pocket watch was more like a habit rooted in his soul. He looked at Zhou Li and said happily, "I thought he would forget me."
"That's why I trust him."
The gentle woman's voice sounded, full of emotion and expectation, and she said softly: "He is like a rising star, driving all the halo around him."
Zhou Li was chosen not because of how powerful the blood in his body was. In other words, the bloodline of the Pioneers is, in the final analysis, just earthlings. Zhou Li's father did not leave him any powerful talents, nor did he pass down any family secrets to him. However, he left Zhou Li an extremely valuable asset.
Stubbornness, the stubbornness that belongs exclusively to pioneers.
Zhou Li believed that one should not despair, so even though his emotions were constantly being provoked by his heart, he did not feel any despair.
Yes, although Zhou Li is immune to the emotion of being absorbed, when despair spreads, Zhou Li cannot avoid or resist. However, because of the stubbornness in his heart, Zhou Li insisted on carrying the wave of despair formed by hundreds of millions of people, firmly believing that he could win.
Even the God of Emotions didn't know that Zhou Li was affected by his own ability.
As Zhou Li said, he is not an omniscient and omnipotent god, he is just an earthling, an earthling who was cloned in another world and sent back to earth. His life on earth was all he had before the age of twenty-five. And his mind, which even the gods were amazed by, was forged in the previous life.
Death, killing, madness, during that dark time, Zhou Li saw all the cruelty and pain in the world. Despair is just an appetizer for him, and the tsunami-like killings that follow the despair are the real torture. He had seen his friend who was chatting and laughing with him yesterday, but the next day his head was hung on the flagpole by the Demon King's army. He has also seen someone trying to survive by taking out a dagger and stabbing him at the moment he saved him, just to get a reward from the devil.
despair? Only those who have seen hope deserve despair. At that time, Zhou Li didn't even believe in himself except Eluma. He was afraid that one day he would suddenly be controlled by the devil and become a killing machine. During those days, every day was purgatory for Zhou Li.
However, he survived. This was not luck, but necessity. It can be said that anyone would fall into madness during the bloody and desperate massacres.
But Zhou Li was not crazy, and he even ended the countless massacres. Let human civilization, which was already on the verge of collapse, come back and completely drive away the Demon King's army.
Raising his head, Zhou Li looked at the false stars in the sky, which seemed to have penetrated the curtain, and met the eyes of the man who was originally his enemy, but finally died to show his determination.
"You won't let me down, right?"….
Zhou Li's voice was very soft, so soft that only he could hear it. Even Don Quixote on the side did not hear his words.
However, there are still people in this world who have heard his voice.
"certainly."
Yin Jue smiled. His smile was calm, but it contained fiery flames. "You didn't disappoint me."
"Why should I disappoint you?"
Spirits, like diamonds, vary in size and purity. Some gods were hard and powerful diamonds, which eventually became the Twelve Hours. Some gods can only become a dull diamond because the laws they control are too weak.
But Yin Jue is not the former. He is just the latter, a piece of stone whose laws are extremely weak and dispensable.
Charity is not a strong law by any means. Because charity can be easily imitated, any church can do its own charity, so the priesthood of the God of Charity is an extremely weak existence.
However, even if this stone is dim and looks as small as dust, it is still a diamond.
Indestructible diamond.
"Silver Lord!"
Zhou Li raised his head. He took out a rune and crushed it. This was Tariq's communication facility. When he became Lord Protector, Herrinin had used it to spread Zhou Li's news to all over the world. . And now, Zhou Li turned him on again, but this time what he wanted to talk about was an existence.
"People of Tariq, I am Lord Protector Zhou Li! Next, I will announce an announcement to you.
Taking a deep breath, under the horrified gaze of Mass, Zhou Li used his last strength and shouted loudly: "Yin Jue is not dead! He has become a god who protects billions of Tarik people!"
"People of Taric, if you are listening, then please call Silver Lord."
"Call, God of Charity!"
Despair represents an extreme emotion. A person possessed by despair, like a person falling into water, will subconsciously grab whatever they can.
Now the Tariks cling to the last hope they can see.
Calling Yin Jue.
For Tariq, the name Yinjue has always been a popular name. As a capitalist, Yin Jue's methods and actions are outrageously clean. At the same time, his good deeds are countless. Most of the time, Yin Jue's image in Tariq is positive.
After Yin Jue's death, his reputation was pushed to its peak.
Many times, dead people receive more honors and praise than those in life. Because the person is already dead, closing the coffin is the safest way. Therefore, Yin Jue's death not only did not make Tariq forget him or despise him, on the contrary, people began to miss Yin Jue even more, and altars commemorating him began to appear in everyone's homes.
And now, Zhou Li spoke.
Zhou Li, who once had a dispute with Yin Jue and which made people a little confused, spoke up. He told people that Yin Jue did not die, but turned into a god to protect them and the Tariq people who were eroded by despair.
Subconsciously, the Tarik people chose to pray to Yin Jue.
“You have many followers.”….
Looking at the ferocious-looking, trembling Mass in front of him, Zhou Li only had ridicule in his eyes, "But the quality of your followers is not enough."
"Actually, quality is a matter of comparison. For example, if I compare your believers with those of the Dead Netherworld, you will definitely win. After all, those people are even afraid of their own gods, and your believers will not care about you if they have any love for you. It won’t be worse than Death Netherworld.”
Snapping his fingers, Zhou Li asked sarcastically: "But if you compare with these charity believers who pray to Yinjue now, you are nothing."
"You're a bug, a turkey on a farm, words on a page, bullshit."
Zhou Li's simple retaliation and foul mouth brought the ultimate enjoyment.
At this time, Mass's face was already distorted. He never expected that Yin Jue, whom he despised as a waste who lived in vain, would actually give him a fatal blow at this time.
The faith brought by prayer depends on its quality. For a person, if everything is given by the gods, then his belief in the gods is absolutely sincere, and the increase in power he brings to the gods is also huge. The quality of belief in the God of Emotions is below average in the twelve quarters.
After all, other people in the Emotional Church are very pragmatic. They usually use their own abilities to solve patients' psychological problems. After all, their professional level is completely sufficient, and praying to gods is just a waste of time. Therefore, most people do not have too much emotion towards the God of Emotions.
So the question is, where is Yinjue?
What about this god of charity?
Think about when the food is the most fragrant and when the water is the sweetest.
Of course, water and food will become the most sacred things in people's hearts only when they are about to starve to death from thirst.
At this time, the God of Charity is the oasis in front of these Tarik people trapped in the desert. Without any hesitation, people started donating to charity
God Yin Jue prays.
In an instant, this god, who was originally worshiped secretly by only two mines, gained a steady stream of faith.
"so what?!"
When Miss came back to his senses, he thought of a crucial question, and then, a ferocious smile appeared on his face, "So what if he gained faith? No matter how powerful he is, what's the use?!"
"The gods are not allowed to interfere with the mortal world, not to mention that you created this cage that neither enters nor exits! Even if you give him your faith, Yinjue can't get in! All you have done is to create a more powerful and The more desperate gods will accelerate the destruction of this world."
Looking up, Miss laughed hysterically, "Zhou Li, you lost, you completely lost. He doesn't have Anya, and he doesn't have his own body. Yinjue is just a god who can't do anything! What you did Everything is a wedding dress made for him."
Zhou Li said nothing, he just looked at the sky calmly. Looking behind the curtain, those eyes filled with approval.
"You were right to choose him."
Feeling people's faith and the abundant power of law in his body, Yin Jue sighed: "He is smarter and more decisive than me. If I changed my identity, I would not be as decisive as him. I would be hesitant and afraid. , and even shrink back.”
"Yeah?"….
Gaia sighed, and then asked: "So, how are you going to pass through that barrier and enter Taric to solve the heart?"
"Are you still asking?"
Yin Jue smiled calmly, as if he was looking at Zhou Li who came to him in that hut at dusk. At that time, he chose to die.
"You have to understand that if you destroy your godhood and fall into the mortal world, your soul will completely dissipate in the end."
Gaia's voice sounded, this time, she was a little sad, "Actually, we can still find a better way."
"Yes, I hope you can find a more perfect path."
Squeezing the non-existent fingers, Yin Jue turned his eyes. He looked at Mr. Yin who was looking at him with a smile. He chuckled and asked, "Yin Du, do you want to go together?"
"Of course, Your Excellency Yin Jue."
Under the trend of people's belief, this empty soul that was originally taken away by Yin Jue gained that memory. He looked at the invisible gods, smiled like a friend, and said calmly: "I will follow you."
"As always, until destruction."
"If a better way is found, then let my successor live."
Yinjue knew that Gaia was everywhere, or in other words, Gaia existed in his heart. He never understood before, but he understands now. As the will of the world, Gaia can only exist in the world of her creations. And Yin Jue has never lost his humanity.
He closed his eyes and felt the godhead in his body that constantly maintained his existence. It was the existence known as the law, and it was also the existence that all living beings in the world were pursuing.
And now, I want to destroy it with my own hands.
Because only by destroying it can Yin Jue enter Mosk and solve the heart without ensuring that Tarik's barrier is not destroyed.
However, the price is that Yinjue's existence will be erased. Even with Gaia's help, it only delayed the time of death. For Yin Jue, what he is about to embark on is a road of death leading to hell.
Mr. Yin followed Yin Jue. As an adopted orphan, Mr. Yin followed Yin Jue from the day he could remember. He knew that he was going to die, but he didn't care.
"gone."
He stretched out his hand and crushed the godhead in his body. With the sound of broken glass, the whole world seemed to suddenly freeze for a moment. The next second, Yin Jue's body gradually condensed, and the man who was as gentle and gentle as jade slowly emerged from the fragments and walked out.
Yin Jue gently held one eye, and the cold touch of the familiar silver chain made him sway a little. And in his arms, the ticking pocket watch made him feel at ease.
Take a step forward, Yin Jue’s
Steam-like mist began to appear around him. Gaia knows that this is a sign that the soul of the god has lost its laws and gradually dissipated. He ignored it, but felt the touch of the clothes against his skin, the coldness of the silver chain, and the ticking sound of the pocket watch in his pocket, and walked calmly.
From gods to mortals.
With his back to the gods and twelve moments, Yin Jue slowly walked out of the incomprehensible time and space. In the curtain of night and lights, the man named Yinjue returned to Tariq.
"You shattered your own godhead!"
Looking at Yin Jue in front of him in disbelief, Mass yelled crazily: "Are you crazy?! You are crazy! This will kill you! It will completely destroy your soul. You will never be able to return to your original appearance. You It will completely collapse!"
"Yeah, I'd be totally devastated."
Wearing a silver-white church robe, the elegant man pushed up his glasses, bowed slightly, and performed a standard etiquette for the mass in front of him. Then he raised his head, with a smile as warm as the sun, and whispered to the mass:
"Tariq, there is no need for gods anymore."
"me too."
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