Karl looked unhappy.
Suddenly, he smiled and said: "No, you have accepted my question. Even if you are the king of my king, you must answer my question."
Chen Yi stared at him.
"This is the power of 'seeking knowledge'. I am number five, the lord of salvation." With a ferocious expression, he threatened crazily, "I must be promoted, I must understand! In order to seek knowledge, I have already caused angels to fall! I can abandon Everything will imprison you here forever!"
"Is accepting your inquiry the singularity of the ancient proverb 'seeking knowledge'?" Chen Yi asked.
Karl turned his face and restrained his madness.
He turned to humbly and said: "Yes, I implore you, verify your answer."
Following his pleading words, Chen Yi felt some mysterious power acting on himself.
But that's not the point.
The key is...
Chen Yi lowered his head and looked at his palm.
The ancient saying "save" in the eye of spiritual vision is jumping for joy, eager to answer this question.
There seems to be nothing worth saving in this hell.
This may and will be my own understanding of "salvation".
Plus, Carl knows how to save Resurrection, as well as information about the Lord of Misery.
"I promise you." Chen Yi said calmly.
Carl almost fell to his knees.
"How great, the King of Faith, the Lord of Salvation." Karl said, tears streaming down his face, "Now let me temporarily strip away my humanity for you.
You'll be in there for a while, but there's no need to worry.
Twenty years in hell is only one day on earth. "
.............................
When Chen Yi entered that hell on earth.
He instantly felt that his memory was rapidly disappearing bit by bit.
"It turns out that human nature also includes the memory of being a human being..."
When Chen Yi realized it, he was already in a city full of shacks.
Then He forgot His name.
Forgot about Resurrection, forgot about Lomea, forgot about Hedwig...
I have forgotten almost all of them, they just feel very familiar but I can’t remember them.
He looked around the street and saw the ragged people walking by in a hurry. They were running and crying for the death of their compatriots and the despair that filled everyone's heart.
Everyone passed by Him, no one could see Him or touch Him.
He didn't know where he was going.
Walked aimlessly to the square.
I saw a high platform in the distance, where several hard laborers in ragged clothes were tied and kneeling.
They were slave laborers who escaped from the quarry in the chaos. They were caught by a few guards wearing soft armor and cut off their toes in front of everyone.
Under the miserable voice, everyone's face turned pale.
They informed each other and uncovered the slave laborer hiding in the crowd, who was the leader of the organization's escape.
The leader of the guards, a nobleman, took out his money bag from his arms, rewarded those who had informed, and praised them highly.
He said: "There are always those of high moral character among us! We have the courage to eliminate these parasites."
The slaves applauded in unison.
As for the forced labor leader who was found out, he was put on a high platform.
The guard raised his knife and cut off his entire ankle.
Then the guards gouged out his eyes.
Push the hard labor leader into the crowd and let him fend for himself.
The crowd fled in panic, not daring to get close to him for fear of getting into trouble.
Oppression is everywhere here.
He looked up at the sky. There was no sky or sun, only a thick, dark mantle pressing down on everyone's head.
The giant worm beast under the mantle, with its iron cage, feasted on the slaves who were sacrificed.
The worm monster does not like to eat these Shanbu slaves.
because,
They are too bitter.
He turned around, not knowing what to do.
God knows his purpose.
Verify that answer.
But how to save, how to verify?
He was confused.
There is no solution to be found in the almost empty memories.
God saw a thin boy, with his back turned to the people gathered in the square, stealing the bread of a noble servant while others were not paying attention.
The noble servants who reacted chased him and cursed loudly.
However, the boy turned left and right and shuttled nimbly through the various shacks.
The servant could not catch up with him, so he could only curse.
The god noticed the boy and followed him.
He saw the boy entering a slave colony. The shacks there were more dilapidated than ordinary ones, and the old, weak, sick and disabled were lifeless. They were nesting in their own dirty corners, numb and absent-minded.
A young superior slave, who was wearing relatively new clothes, glanced at the old, weak, sick and disabled, and scolded loudly: "With you moths dragging us down, how can we return to the world again!"
No one refuted, and a few people shook their heads due to lack of strength, as if nodding.
"A bunch of damned ricers, that's why we Shanbu people are suffering here! Damn Shanbu people! Lazy, greedy, accomplish nothing!" He loudly insulted the entire nation.
"Yes, even if this is the best hell, we Shanbu people are like this. Yes, you are right, go back and rest." An old beggar dismissed, "Leave us disabled people here to wait. Just die and let us think about some last words."
"Feige, don't think I don't know you, you damn blind man! A true believer who doesn't believe in the Lord of Suffering!" The superior slave immediately found the pouring outlet, "King Andri worries about building the tower every day, and there is not a day that he doesn't deal with it. Political affairs lasted until late at night.
There are also priests who pray for us day and night and comfort our souls. Look what you have dedicated!
We Shanbu people have been harmed by parasites like you. If everyone could work hard without asking for anything in return, our tower would have been built long before the giant beast discovered it!
I beg you to use your pig brains and learn from the hero Mariel. Although he is a lowly slave like us, he only needs a little bread and water to haul dozens of tons of stones a day! "
"What happened behind Hero Mariel?" Old Fig asked disdainfully.
"He was sacrificed, but he will be remembered by us forever." The superior slave said proudly.
Old Feige hissed: "I didn't even leave a last word. People like us can at least leave a last word."
Here, dying again means losing your soul.
Seeing that no one was inspired by his words, the superior slaves refuted Old Figg, became furious and cursed: "You just wait to die! I miss your damn last words. Next month, one-third of the people here will be killed." Send it to the quarry!”
The god looked at all this, raised his head slightly, and noticed that there was a statue of the so-called hero Mariel in the shack.
He also saw that the boy who stole the bread came out of nowhere and soaked the bread in the muddy water until it softened.
There is no clean water here.
The boy broke it in half and handed it to old Figg, the blind beggar.
"Old Figg, take it, I managed to steal it."
"Oh, it's you, kid." Old Fig took it, even though he was blind, he knew who it was.
The old beggar broke another half of the bread, handed it to the boy and said, "Bring some to Rebecca. She is one of the rare good people who can stay here to take care of us disabled people."
Rebecca...
He felt that the name was somewhat familiar.
God continued to watch silently.
Listening to Old Figg's words, the boy nodded.
"My child, I didn't know that my kindness in giving you a little bread that day would be rewarded today." Old Figg said, stroking the boy's head, "The Lord will bless you."
"Which lord?" the boy asked doubtfully, "I heard my mother say before that there are many lords in this world."
Old Figg knew that when the boy said before, he meant when he was still alive.
"Of course the Lord of the True Religion has already said that I am a True Religion." Old Feige opened his eyes with dark eyes, "Don't I teach you scriptures every day?"
The boy nodded half-understanding.
God stood there, watching silently.
He didn't know it yet.
Here He will meet His Moses.
After experiencing all the suffering in the world, he led those who had not lost hope out of Egypt, which oppressed them.
