I am God!

Chapter 603 Conditions to end reincarnation in the vat?
After the meeting, the ancestor of the tree man still stayed in the temple like a giant shrine in a daze. Perhaps he stood there without thinking every day, which is what a tree should look like.

But in the hall where the crowd had dispersed, he suddenly saw a figure passing through the side passage, walking towards the depths.

There is the entrance to reincarnation.

The first ancestor of the tree man immediately got up, chased after the shadow, and finally came to a fluorescent underground spring pool all the way underground.

This place is no longer what it used to be, it has been dressed up as a sacred ritual altar, and it is also the place where all the undead step into reincarnation.

There are ancient story pictures all around, basically belonging to this world.

There are all kinds of people in the painting, and the races are different, but everyone has the imprint of life.

The origin of all stories stems from the arrival of a big ship from outside the world.

It was an alchemy ship named Platinum.

Carrying a group of adventurers exploring the end of the world.

The first ancestor of the tree man found that figure here, it was the male mermaid who roared at the meeting before.

The other party was floating above the water, only the upper body was exposed.

It can be seen that he inserted his hand deeply into his back, and dug out the imprint of the symbiote that was connected with his blood.

He knows what the other party is doing.

Nor is he the first to do so.

He wants to give up his identity as a life symbiotic and give up the past.

The first ancestor of the Shuren didn't stop him, but just said something.

"Maybe it will be better next time?"

"We can never die, we can always do it, we can always wait."

"One day, we will wait for the paradise we want."

The mermaid in the spring pool heard the sound and slowed down slightly, he shook his head, as if to say that this is not a problem next time.

"You said."

"Are we really waiting for that Paradise?"

"Is everything we do really aimed at making this world a better place and making the future more worth looking forward to?"

The ancestor of the tree man said.

"Of course!"

"This is the promise and dream we once made together."

"We will bring our respective races to the future we want together."

His words were calm and undeniable, as if he had always believed in it.

The mermaid turned her head with a smile on her face, but there was no emotion or heat in her eyes.

"In the beginning, we lived by our dreams."

"Later, we lived by race and fellowship."

"Later, we lived by anticipating and yearning for the so-called paradise and future of civilization."

"We find our reason for being over and over again, and until that reason fades away, we move on to the next one."

As he spoke, he turned his head back little by little.

"Mate!"

"In reincarnation, our dreams are exhausted."

"What race, huh, we are a group of snake people. We turned into tree people, mermaids and dwarves at first just to survive."

"We don't long for any paradise, that's just an excuse."

He paused and added another sentence.

"Maybe it wasn't an excuse at the beginning, but in the end, it became an excuse."

And at this time, the male mermaid finally caught the marks running around in his body.

Then his face burst into an expression of extreme pain, but he still grabbed it forcefully.

He tore off the densely packed threads connecting him to his own origin, and completely forced out the imprint of life on his shoulders bit by bit, cutting himself off from the other party.

He stripped off the imprint of life on his body and gave up his identity as a life symbiont.

"Crash!"

A group of bloody shadows caught the life mark he threw out, and rolled towards the outside.

At this time, the male mermaid walked towards the depths of the pool little by little. He wanted to give up his memory and self, and plunged into the endless cycle of reincarnation.

The water covered his chest and covered his shoulders.

At this time, he raised his head to look at the big ship coming from afar above his head, and looked at the figures on the ship.

His eyes finally changed slightly, and he said something.

"actually."

"It's not Paradise we've been waiting for, it's the ship."

"The ship that brought us here is waiting for it to take us back again."

"It seems to be called... Platinum? Isn't it?"

"Just now, I don't want to wait any longer."

He turned his head and looked at the first officer.

"Mate!"

"When the ship comes one day, don't take me away."

"Because the me at that time is no longer me."

He lowered his head and dived into the water suddenly.

The mermaid flicked her streamlined tail, all the way through the layers of ripples, and fell into the world below.

The first ancestor of the tree man quietly watched the male mermaid fall into reincarnation, and did not speak again until the end. He watched it completely dissipate in the water, and his consciousness was pulled to an unknown end by the laws of the world.

In the end, there was no more sound.

He might turn into a fish, a worm, or another person.

One day he even wakes up from this world and returns to that ship.

He may no longer be able to remember that he is a snake man and a murloc.

Or a worm, a fish, or a heartless tree and a stone.

Because compared to a snake man, he has spent a longer time as other beings, and compared to a snake man living on land, he may be more used to the sea, used to standing there motionless like a tree .

But that doesn't matter anymore.

Because he had already turned into a living walking dead.

But at this time, the gods who were sleeping in the Kingdom of God slowly started to move.

The god, who was always immersed in sleep and knew nothing about the outside world, uttered a raving at this time.

The Ent had heard it many times before.

Most of them are happy things, such as what I ate today, and the beautiful clothes I put on today.

And this time, she said yes.

"Mom said."

"Number one, we never really die in the aquarium."

"Second, the end can only be chosen when a new species emerges from the choice."

"Third, the species that is finally selected will be born in the nest of life breeding."

The first ancestor of the tree man looked down at the stalwart shadow revealed by the light penetrating the ground.

Hearing what the other party said, he looked at the shadow of the big ship on the painted wall above his head.

As if waking up from a big dream, his eyes and mouth opened wide.

-

The shore of the Crimson Sea.

The border of the kingdom of God.

This is the spine of the world, standing on it overlooking the entire land.

The first ancestor of the tree man stood here at this moment, bathed in the dazzling sun shining from a high place, and looked out at the outside world with a vicissitudes of life expression on the face under the canopy of the tree.

As far as the eye can see.

The world is golden and dazzling, and it is vast and boundless.

It is desolate and barren, but it seems to hide infinite possibilities.

And in the dark and narrow cave under their feet, wisdom and civilization are bred, and at the same time, they are heading towards the end little by little, with no hope and future in sight.

He didn't know what to do to graft the hope of that world into the paradise under his feet.

The Creator waited for 5000 million years before the environment of the other world evolved to a point suitable for the existence of life, and created the second era.

But they don't have the strength to span 5000 million years, let alone the perseverance to wait for hundreds of millions of years.

Gradually, he turned around.

Looking at the sea of ​​blood behind him, he called out a name with a title.

"Captain Breman, are you still in there?"

The treant went deep into the depths of the crimson sea step by step, and finally fell straight down.

"Whoa!"

He fell into the deep sea, heading all the way down.

His consciousness was constantly pulled into the distance, and he dived down in the abyss.

I don't know how long has passed.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a picture like a picture scroll of hell.

What he saw was a mountain of deformed corpses piled up with weird flesh and blood. There were corpses of bugs, humanoid corpses, and strange limbs inside.

And there is an altar enshrined on the mountain of corpses, and the huge three-leaf seed emits light.

now.

Captain Bremen was sitting at the foot of the altar, his entire lower body embedded in the mountain of corpses.

The oldest person on the mountain of corpses raised his head and looked at the tree man who had gone through thousands of reincarnations.

Bremen stretched out his hand to say hello: "You're here again."

First Mate Treant: "Your condition is getting worse."

Ignoring the terrifying sight, the tree man walked through the corpse to the altar and came to Breman's side.

Bremen saw what the tree man was thinking: "My first mate, what decision do you seem to be making?"

The tree man also spoke: "Captain."

"I just suddenly remembered something from a long, long time ago."

Bremen: "What is it?"

The tree man closed his eyes, as if he wanted to find some touch and passion from the memories.

"I saw you standing on the Flower of God, as great as a god, and your voice penetrated into my heart like the sun."

"You tell us, say."

"You can make a long-term plan, a more ambitious goal, something that you have thought about but dare not achieve."

"You will have nearly endless time for you to fulfill them one by one."

Bremen laughed, it was the beginning of the era.

"Oh, do you remember?"

"I thought you had forgotten it long ago. Even the last time I called you first officer, you were still in a daze for a long time."

The tree man seemed to want to laugh too, but he couldn't. He had forgotten even this.

He could only move the swaying canopy, and looked at the captain of the oldest man on the side.

"Lord Bremen."

"How far is the long-term for you?"

"Hong Da, how big is it?"

"I don't think about these things because I have things to do, just do what we're supposed to do," Breeman said.

The tree man nodded: "I suddenly understand why I always feel that I am different from you and the dwarves."

Bremen asked him, "What's the difference?"

The tree man said: "We are always looking for a reason for our existence, but you don't."

Bremen: "Don't you have your own reasons for existence?"

Treant: "It's not the same."

Bremen: "Why is it different?"

The tree man seemed to have a lot to say, and it was the first time in many years that he had so much to say.

"You know what you're here for, but we don't."

"We leaped into this world with joy, thinking we owned this world and endless time, and our group of adventurers finally found the most precious treasure in the world."

"We have eternal life to squander and dreams to realize, and we can change the world according to our wishes."

"And actually."

The tree man paused for a while, his eyes deep.

"The world doesn't need us to do anything, and we have never changed it."

"It will one day give birth to all kinds of species, without us, there will be others."

"Civilizations will be born and then perish."

"Then new populations would emerge, and then decay."

"Step by step, advance alternately between death and reincarnation."

"There is no problem with this, because the world is like this. Life will die and everything will decay. This is a law of nature."

The first mate Shuren seems to be examining his own reincarnation, paying attention to everything he has done.

"All we have done is to speed up this change again and again, and try to keep what is destined to disappear."

"We are happy when we gain a little, and we suffer when we lose a little."

"And then again and again in this irreversible disappearance and transformation, becoming desperate and silent."

"We seem to be changing the world, but we are still just being dragged down by the torrent of fate as the years change."

The more the chief mate Shuren talked, the more he seemed to see the difference between himself and Bremen.

"From the beginning."

"We just don't know what we really want."

"The long-term we are talking about is only 1000 years, 1 years, but for the world, millions or even tens of millions of years are just a moment and a moment."

"The grandeur in our eyes is as small as dust in this world."

"We don't have such great ideals and eternal obsessions to accomplish. We are just a group of ordinary people, and we are used to living with the flow."

"So when the river of time washes down, we will reveal our true colors, and we will become an empty shell, a lonely soul floating in the time."

The tree man stood up and walked outside.

"Fragile ephemeral species, even getting the blessing of eternal life seems like punishment."

"A person who has an immortal body but no eternal heart."

"In the end, it will only fall into endless darkness."

He didn't make any request to Bremen this time, as if he really just came to chat with Bremen.

Breman watched his leaving back, and suddenly asked him.

"What do you want to do?"

But there was no answer.

After going back.

The tree man held a meeting again, and this time he decided on the next plan in front of everyone.

"Paradise's resources are limited, but every time they are consumed in useless and chaotic race battles, they are dissipated in internal friction."

"Although competition can promote the advancement of civilization, the Paradise obviously cannot accommodate the simultaneous development of three races."

"So I propose that there will be only one race in the next world."

"We will use the entire paradise to give the world and civilization a different direction."

After everyone listened to this proposal, a huge debate erupted, but many of them seemed to think that this was a direction worth trying.

In the end, the proposal was passed by a majority vote.

On a round table, the fate of the world and civilization is simply decided.

Finally, the Ent announced.

"Let's enter the mortal world together, and use all of our abilities and methods."

"Mermaids, dwarves, treants."

"To decide who is the best one and who is the protagonist in the future."

-

Naplow leaves home and enters Anchor Town.

From here, it can be found that this is a very developed civilization, after all, its civilization has lasted for thousands of years.

Dwarves seem to be natural craftsmen, and each is an excellent stonemason and blacksmith.

They can make all kinds of buildings, smelt all kinds of metal creations, and brew fine wine.

Naplow saw neatly lined streets and small buildings, tall chimneys, shops and hotels, and metal-clad signboards.

It's just that compared with the houses of the snake people, these buildings are much smaller.

His eyes followed the houses and streets all the way to the distance, and it seemed that there was no end in sight. His eyes stretched all the way to the sky, and he looked up at the "moon" on that day.

The light source in the sky changed from a blazing yellow-white light to a silver-white light.

in this world.

It plays both the role of the sun and the role of the moon.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Dragging his shackles, he strode forward with his mouth wide open, as if he was shouting something, but no one could hear him clearly.

"what!"

"what!"

He once leaned against the wall and listened to people outside mentioning this place countless times. He even knew the names of some shops on the street and what kind of people were inside the shops.

He heard people say that there are delicious things, intoxicating wines, and gentle villages that he doesn't understand. They always laugh happily while talking.

He was very curious when he heard it, and he had infinite yearning for this place in his heart.

The sky was slowly getting brighter, people began to come out of the town, more and more people were on the street, and the whole world became noisy and noisy with the dawn.

Soon, someone saw Naplow.

Dirty and handcuffed, he was so conspicuous in the crowd.

"Look, this guy is in handcuffs."

"A slave."

"Where did you escape from?"

"Arrest him."

"Guard, where is the guard?"

A large number of people pointed at him, and the guards in the town rushed towards him. He had never seen such a large number of people and such a chaotic scene.

He fled nimbly, his thin body seemed to have tenacious vitality, he could jump two or three meters high in one leap, and he could easily climb up the wooden pillars with both feet.

But soon, the murder he committed was discovered, and the people in the workshop discovered his true identity.

"Dead people, many people died."

"Not a slave, he's the monster called Naplow hiding in the basement."

"He killed several people and escaped from the ground!"

"We must catch him, and we cannot let him escape."

The short and strong dwarf guards with big beards came carrying a strange long-barreled weapon.

That's a musket.

They took off their muskets and aimed at Naplow on the roof.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Naplow was frightened by the gunshots, but the opponent's marksmanship was indeed not very good, and several people shot him one after another without hitting him.

He took advantage of the time when the opponent was reloading ammunition, and ran away quickly.

According to Wan Fu, Naplow fled out of the town in a hurry and headed for the distance.

He knew that there was no place for him here.

this day.

He came to a brand new city, he broke the shackles on his feet, stole a piece of clothing, and washed his hair.

It seemed that he had become like a human being.

The city is bigger, there are more shops and more people here than in the hometown of Anchor.

More importantly, no one here knows him.

It seems that he will be able to live here.

At least you can taste the food here and feel the happy life in those people.

But after he entered the city, he immediately found that if he had no money, he would have nothing, and if he had no money, he would have no place to live, and could only live on the streets.

He crouched on the corner of the street, staring blankly into the distance.

At this time, a teenager who was older than him came over, and he seemed to have been observing him for a long time.

"Are you new to this city?"

Naplow looked at the other party, opened his mouth and nodded: "Ah~"

The other party also immediately noticed Naplow's strangeness: "Can't you speak?"

He could understand the other party's words, but he couldn't speak, so he nodded again.

The boy put his hands on his knees and bent down with a sincere expression.

"I'll take you to a place where we are all a group of people without identity and status."

"Weak people like us in this world cannot survive alone. We can only survive if we are in a group."

"We have a common place where we can rest and have hot food and quilts."

When Naplow heard it, there was such a good thing.

He nodded quickly: "Ah~"

Seems to be asking, really?

The boy smiled and walked forward.

Seeing Naplow still staying in place, he immediately waved: "Follow me!"

Seeing the man's sincere smile, Naplow stopped hesitating and walked forward with him.

He was also looking forward to having hot food and a warm bed in the future. He hadn't eaten for a long time, nor had he had a good night's sleep.

In a blink of an eye.

He was taken to a remote and gloomy neighborhood.

There are many ghostly figures here, looking at Naplow with malicious intent.

Naplow immediately stared at them fiercely, bared his teeth, and let out a strange cry.

Even after putting on clean clothes and tidying up, he still seemed to be a monster at heart.

He followed the boy to a strange and mysterious building, looked at him and whispered to a figure in a black cloak.

"That rascal."

"How much money can be sold?"

The boy thought his voice was very soft, but Naplow's ears were very keen.

He looked at the other party suddenly, and suddenly understood what was going on.

"Ahhhh~"

There was hatred in his eyes, and he knew what betrayal was.

Even if his trust was only for such a short moment.

For the first time, he knew that the most hated thing in the world was not the enemy, but being deceived and betrayed.

He jumped up, threw the boy to the ground, and bit his neck fiercely.

"what!"

After he finished biting, he let out a roar and turned over.

His mouth was full of blood, like a stimulated beast, frantically baring his teeth at the people around him and roaring.

And the boy covered his neck with his hand, looked at Naplow in disbelief, unable to imagine how such a great power could erupt from his small, skinny body.

Finally, he crashed to the ground.

This is not over yet, a white shadow slowly floated out of his body, drifting towards Naplow.

The people around were not frightened by the dead man, but they were shocked by this scene.

"What is this!"

"Divine magic?"

"What is that transparent shadow?"

This time, although his strange ability frightened others, it also attracted the attention of the people in that mysterious building.

"dong dong dong dong~"

All I saw was a large group of guys in black armor lining up and rushing out of the building.

Napro's old trick was repeated, killing the armored guy immediately, and then pulling out his ghost.

But what he didn't expect was that all the wisdom blood in the armored guy's body turned into a ghost and was drawn out, and it was still moving.

It slammed Naplow on the ground, one after another, making him unable to move.

And at this time, the person in power deep in the building finally came out.

He looked at Naplow curiously, as if he had never seen such a "monster".

"Your ability is very strange, kill others, and then turn them into a transparent and illusory spirit."

"I have never seen it before. It must be very powerful if it can be used."

Naplow screamed and wanted to kill the guy in front of him.

But that man was different from his previous brother, this was a powerful man.

There are many abilities and methods that can prevent Naplow from touching him, not to mention that he was pressed to the ground by the strange black-armored warrior controlled by the opponent.

Naplow could only look at each other helplessly, took off the helmet of one of the black-armored warriors, and put it on his head.

Immediately afterwards, put on each part of the armor for him.

Naplow immediately felt that a large number of silk threads extended from the black armor and poured into his body.

His body did not belong to him in an instant, but was controlled by others.

As soon as the man waved his hand, he immediately stood up.

He tried his best to resist, but he could only walk in front of the other party step by step.

"what!"

"what!"

He yelled, but he could only kneel on the ground little by little, saluting to the other party.

"monster."

"Follow my will, I am your master."

The other party looked down at him from above, ignoring the hatred in his eyes, all these big men were like this.

It doesn't matter what you think, what matters is what I think.

"remember!"

"starting today."

"You are my black warrior, belonging to the Black Prison Legion."

Naplow's body and head were stuffed into the helmet and armor, and his gaze was fixed on the guy in black robe through the narrow gap.

His broad vision was once again covered by the black helmet.

He didn't expect that just after he escaped from a narrow room, he got into an even narrower armor.

(End of this chapter)