After a brief noise, Emlyn White followed Father Uratevsky up obediently. Although his pace was very "honest", he still said to the priest from time to time:
"I am a noble vampire who worships the moon! I will not convert to the Mother Goddess of the Earth! Do you hear that, old man!"
The high-dimensional overlooker made the eyes of the "Hidden Sage" disappear quietly, leaving only the voice echoing in the brain of the fallen mother goddess' container:
"You didn't actually contaminate this priest? It seems that you just let him quietly transfer his belief in the 'Earth Mother Goddess' to yourself? Let me think about it - ah, are you planning to use this priest to attack you? Joining the church will further erode Lilith?"
"Don't always ask such meaningless questions, High-dimensional Overlooker." The Fallen Mother Goddess walked towards Emlyn White, "I didn't hide it. I don't believe that you can see it with your ability." Not what I think."
"Of course." Gao Wei smacked his lips:
"The bottom line is not to change his self-perception. Don't forget that the human brain is very fragile. Ha, it seems that Emlyn, a vampire who 'worships the moon,' is really going to worship the original moon?"
"If he can help me and leave a good impression on me in front of the future Lord of Mysteries, I don't mind letting him become my daughter and a 'beauty god' under my control." The Fallen Mother Goddess thought. After a while, he said a little hesitantly:
"In human terms, this behavior is called...investment?"
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In the land abandoned by the gods, Amon, wearing a robe that looked like an ancient wizard, quietly stared at a dilapidated ruins. He looked at the Moon City not far away, lingering in the darkness and continuing his life. He seemed to be thinking about something.
"The True Creator and Adam are both half of my father... From this point of view, my father is not completely dead now, so the change in these cities' beliefs is not considered a betrayal of my father."
Amon was thinking about whether he should use the method Antigonus used to acquire human nature to teach himself what human nature is. The city-states that were destroyed by him before were obviously not taken into consideration by Amon: "Then I should To make them convert? To tangle a group of believers like Antigonus, and to let his own anchor add humanity to himself?"
Before Amon could take action, this idea had been overturned by Amon himself. Amon looked at the clones in front of him and denied his previous thoughts:
"The anchor will affect myself. Oh, I can't let myself be affected by the 'anchor'." Thinking of this, Amon smiled: "Okay, just pick a clone at random and let him be the one who is believed in." Object. If humanity is really useful, the worst I can do is steal the humanity from him - then even if humanity is harmful to me, I don’t have to worry about it."
After saying that, Amon sneered:
"Oh, if human nature is shit, just discard that body."
"Okay." Amon clapped his hands: "Who do you plan to be the god believed in by Yuecheng? Well, it seems that you are not willing either, so let's start voting as usual."
The Amons suddenly started to make a noise, and no one wanted to do this. But the voting went on, and an unlucky clone was selected. He took two steps forward and stood next to the original Amon.
"Okay, then the decision is yours."
Amon casually threw a copy of Sequence 2 characteristics to him, allowing the clone that originally only had Sequence 3 to quickly accommodate the extraordinary characteristics, allowing the clone to quickly be promoted to the angelic status of Sequence 2, and he followed this Behind Amon, his body was hidden: "The Angel of Time, the King of Angels, the Son of the Creator - ah, just go over to 'save' Moon City and give them the redemption they deserve."
"Well, I'm really unlucky." Amon's clone said with a bitter face: "Original body, are you going to follow me?"
"Yes." Amon's body nodded and replied: "After all, what I want to know is what human nature is. Unfortunately, even the old man I met in Backlund guided me in Backlund. The daughter of the man who was parasitic, she didn’t let me understand what human nature is.”
"Except for the fact that that person chose to sacrifice his life, which surprised me at the time, I could have guessed what happened next even if I didn't rely on extraordinary abilities. Frankly speaking, it was boring. I wouldn't be fooled by the daughter of an ordinary person." Meng pushed up his monocle, and then said to the clone in front of him:
"It's just that the old form of existence proved that human nature is useful. I have to admit this. I don't know how he obtained human nature, but I think the way we are working hard now is not wrong - after all This was how Antigonus gained some so-called humanity by relying on his followers."
After saying that, Amon shook his head regretfully:
"What a pity. It seems that He is unwilling to support me in becoming the Lord of Mysteries. Instead, He favors Mr. Door who is currently in the seal. Otherwise, I actually think that we can become very good friends and I can become an old friend." You can travel with Him in the stars one day.”
Amon licked his lips: "That must be interesting."
Having said that, Amon twisted his wrist and "stealed" the distance between himself and Moon City, causing the clone he was attached to to appear outside Moon City in an instant. He flipped his wrist and handed a lantern he had stolen to the clone:
"The rest is up to you."
The clone took the lantern from the main body, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and walked towards Moon City step by step. As he walked, a pair of somewhat illusory black wings gradually grew out of his back wearing a classical wizard robe.
Above the Moon City, the people on guard naturally noticed a little fire emerging from the darkness and immediately became vigilant. He patted the young man next to him with his hand and said to him: "Hurry up and inform the high priest that there is a situation! There is a fire over there, I don't know what it is!"
It's most likely a monster... but the person on duty may not be without the illusion that someone will come to save them.
However, just when the young man wanted to take action, his mind suddenly went blank and he completely forgot what he wanted to do. His movements just stopped there, like a statue.
Amon, who was holding a lantern, smiled and came up with an idea in his mind. Through this, Amon "stole" his thoughts and "returned" them to the residents of the entire Moon City. Following Amon's movements, overlapping voices suddenly echoed in these people's brains:
"I am Amun, son of the Creator, my father's angel of time."
"Your perseverance has been recognized by me. During these three thousand years of darkness, you have not abandoned my father. I am here to save you."
In an instant, everyone in Moon City noticed Amon’s presence. After hearing that they were about to be saved, some people were almost so ecstatic that they lost control. Only with the comfort of others did they feel a little relieved. Amon looked at the current appearance of the residents of Moon City and couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction. He continued to "broadcast" his voice to the people of the entire Moon City in the same way as before:
"I came here not to destroy, but to give you the light you deserve."
"My father was betrayed by the fallen angels and is now sleeping in the darkness. It is good that you still remember the glory of your father even in the darkness."
Amon pushed up his monocle and continued to say to the people in front of him:
"Haha, I am here on behalf of my father. If you are willing to chant my name, I will continue to perform the duties my father gave me and continue to protect you in this dangerous place."
"This is your reward for sticking around here."
After Amon finished speaking, he waited for a while and saw a thin hand sticking out from the slightly opened door. Amon looked attentively and saw an old man with a hunched body. Although he looked a little thin, his steps were firm. He walked out and walked resolutely in the direction of Amon. The corners of Amon's mouth turned up slightly, waiting for how the old man would respond.
What will he do? Will you recite my honorable name like those who turned their backs on their father before? Or will he angrily ask me why I haven't come to save them in these three thousand years? Or are you resolutely unwilling to change your beliefs and use your own life to maintain the loyalty of your city-state to your father?
Amon thought happily and responded to all these situations. As the son of the Creator, Amon disdains lying on such trivial matters.
The God of Deception has always been true to his word. He said that he would save those Moon City residents who recited his honorable name, and would not do other unnecessary things. This time, in order to verify whether the previous thoughts of the high-dimensional overlooker were correct, He did not even mislead these poor people in his own language.
Of course, if these residents are unwilling to recite Amon's honorable name, then he will not meddle in other people's business, nor will he completely destroy the Moon City like he previously destroyed those city-states that turned their backs on the ancient sun god. After Amon learned that the True Creator was also his half-father, Amon no longer cared about the city-states that might convert to the True Creator.
Just like Amon's purpose, he came here to spread his own beliefs or to understand what human nature is. It is precisely because of this that the residents living in this polluted city have a glimmer of hope in front of Amon.
Of course, for the residents of Moon City, being saved naturally comes with a price. As long as they pay for their faith, they can regain the light. This is a light enough price for them.
Faith in the Father and faith in the Child make no difference to these people who are eager to see the light. Now even if you just hand them a fragile straw, these poor people will try their best to hold on to it.
"I understand, Lord Amon... no, the respected son of the Creator."
The old man obviously seemed a little embarrassed when facing this young-looking angel. Since his birth, the entire city has been shrouded in boundless darkness, and the only thing that can illuminate the place is the flickering thunder in the sky.
Yes, the residents here all believe in the ancient sun god and the original creator (the ancient sun god calls himself).
But please don’t forget one thing: Ever since the Feast of Betrayal took place on this continent and the ancient Sun God was devoured by many angel kings, no god has responded to this city-state that stands firm in the darkness. The glory of the Creator has been washed away and almost disappeared after three thousand years. The ancient sun god was the sun, but the residents here have never seen the sun.
Even for the High Priest of the Moon City, the Creator and the many kings of angels only exist as things told by the oral traditions passed down by their fathers and the murals on the walls.
What appeared in front of him at this moment was like a myth resurrected from ancient times.
"Dear Lord Shi Angel." The old man looked at Amon with almost pleading eyes: "Lord...is he really asleep?"
"There is no doubt." Amon pushed up the monocle on his right eye, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. The dark wings behind him made him look unusually burly: "I came here just to fulfill my father's duty. The world promised to you.”
"Those who chant my name will be saved. If you are worried about whether this will betray my father's faith, then you don't have to worry at all."
Amon said to them in a persuasive manner:
"Even in those ancient times, even when I didn't need followers, my father would still let one or two city-states become my followers."
"There must be many among us who are unwilling to change their belief in the Lord and your father." The old man closed his eyes in pain and said respectfully to Amon:
"Your Excellency, Angel of Time. I am willing to recite your honorable name first. Even when the Lord wakes up and He says that I am guilty, I am still willing to bear the original sin of being sentenced to hell."
"Okay, I agree to your request." Amon pushed up his monocle:
"My honorable name is:"
"Playing with the hands of time."
"Wandering in the shadow of destiny."
"The personification of fraud and mischief."
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At the same time, Derrick Berg stood behind the chief of Silver City, and standing on the other side was Elder Lovia who believed in the true Creator. There were some beads of sweat on Derrick's head now, but he still controlled his thoughts and actions, and silently guarded the chief's side.
Opposite Derrick Berg sat a young man wearing a classic wizard costume and a monocle on his face. Amon had an unpredictable smile on his face and was talking to Colin. Just now, Derrick knew the identity of the young man in front of him. He was the Angel of Time, the son of the noble Creator.
He said that He came to save the Silver City.
Don't ever find out that I have converted to "The Fool"... Derrick lowered his head, not daring to look. Colin shook his head slowly but firmly, and said to Amon:
"We are grateful for your help, Your Highness, Angel of Time."
"It's just that the Lord has awakened and responded to us. We have been here for thousands of years, and we must wait here for the return of the Lord."
I worked hard!
The 10,000-word update was completed today!
Praise me quickly! Praise me quickly!
(End of chapter)
