Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 527

"The only fighter?"

Lin Sanjiu sat cross-legged on the mattress she had prepared for the stupid big man, surrounded by the ruins of a dilapidated house; staring at the lost face in front of her, she repeated these words with a cold face.

She had made up her mind to take back the mattress immediately after the torture was over and lost her mind; if it wasn't for the fact that the last meal was yesterday, she really wanted to punch him in the stomach and tell him to eat what he ate. Spit it out.

"Yes, the only one!" Lost God didn't realize that he was in big trouble now, and patted his thigh and shouted: "Do you know how difficult it is to find a warrior? As a god, I can't directly create fallen species, I must They have to kill themselves to create new fallen warriors. But the other fallen warriors have long been occupied by false gods, and I found one by chance..."

"Okay!" Lin Sanjiu interrupted him, "I don't care about those, what the hell are you?"

"I," Liu Shen raised his chin, and following his movement, his eyes slid open a bit like two glass balls: "...the only true god in this world, only, The only glory."

Lin Sanjiu has heard this sentence as many times as he has seen it.

"It's not easy to talk, it's amazing." The gift bag mocked.

Lost God is very determined, and he was not affected by these words at all, and still held his chin high.

Lin Sanjiu thought for a while, and suddenly called out the [Nostradamus Card] — quietly absorbed it twice at Lost God, and the big man still sat there, sniffing his nose unconsciously.

... Sure enough, it didn't work.I don't know which specific god destroyed this world?
"You and those false gods," Lin Sanjiu put away the card, and asked in a different way: "...where did they come from?"

"If you are willing to become my people, I will tell you." Lost God suddenly lowered his eyes, and smiled slyly, "Now I have no warriors, you don't have to worry about becoming a fallen species, just stay here and give me something to eat , Just carve a god statue for me..."

Lin Sanjiu was taken aback, and exchanged a look with Ji Shanqing—the gift bag frowned immediately, and asked softly, "Why do you always think about the statue? What's the use of carving it out?"

"You don't have to worry about that."

"If you don't say anything, we'll go away, and you will have neither food nor statues."

Disappointed immediately lowered his face.If you look carefully, you will find that the right side of his face is covered with blood and bruises, which are half as high as the left side; this is all caused by the fists he received just now when he was trying to resist Lin Sanjiu ——As a god, his combat power is only equivalent to that of a strong evolutionary, and he doesn't have any evolution ability.

If Lin Sanjiu really stood up and left, there was nothing he could do.

"Okay," Diushen finally muttered, and found a step down by himself: "When the god concealed his identity, you still respectfully offered tribute to the god; from this point of view, let the god The glory of God shines on you, drive away your ignorance..."

"Stop talking bullshit."

"Yes, it's like this," the big man moved his body and looked at the two of them back and forth: "Whether it is a true god or a false god, the people must be required to worship idols... Every time a statue is carved, it is equivalent to I have visualized a belief; with these statues, as a god, I will become stronger and stronger, and my holy light will shine on the earth..."

Ji Shanqing interrupted his narcissism: "The statue has added divine power to you? Then why don't you carve it yourself, and carve as much as you like."

"I've been trying, haven't I?" He cast a sideways glance at him, as if he thought it was a silly question to ask. "But no."

"why?"

"It's not a statue carved by the people themselves. Without the power of faith, it has no effect on me; what's more, my hands are clumsy."

No, it's probably not just the hands that are stupid - this thought slipped through the minds of both of them at the same time.

Lin Sanjiu glanced at the wood piled on the ground, and suddenly had the idea of ​​trying to carve a statue of a god; when she raised her eyes, she found that the gift bag was also staring at the wood, obviously he also had the same curiosity.

"How many idols do you have now?"

She paused for a moment, as if she didn't like this question very much: "...not one."

Lin Sanjiu suddenly remembered the statues of mother gods that he saw all over the mountains and plains in the city of ants; in comparison, this guy is really a bit embarrassing-"Why?"

"I originally had several subjects." Lost God seemed to sense what she hadn't said, and blushed and muttered, "I stole it from the outside...inspired. I only carved two or three A god, the false god they believed in before drove over and took away all my people. If I hadn't been smart, I would have destroyed all my gods, maybe that false god would attack me..."

"Did you destroy your god statue?" Lin Sanjiu intentionally guided him to continue, "What's going on?"

"If a god kills another god, then all the statues of the dead guy will become victors—a lot of false gods are fighting like this, just to compete for each other's gods." Lost God Speaking of this, he patted his chest as if he was still a little scared: "Fortunately, I reacted quickly! That guy saw that I have no statues and people, and it would be no good to kill me, so he left soon. I didn't know later. Why, everyone started calling me Lost God..."

That is to say, it’s not that gods don’t come to this place, it’s that they don’t care about coming here—except for a lost god, there are neither “flesh people” nor statues of gods. The value of losing one's mind is much greater than losing one's mind.

"Why are you the only one who has no people?" Li Bao asked adding fuel to the fire.

"I'm not the only one!" Lost God immediately retorted: "There are many false gods without people and territory, and they obtain god statues by looting...I am the real god, and I don't bother to do such things."

I can't do it.

The two looked at each other, but they still didn't say it outright.Lin Sanjiu asked a few more questions about how the world was destroyed, where did the gods come from, and so on, and found that Dioshen was ignorant of these issues related to the origin of the world, but she still pretended to be mysterious, wasting her time A little time——she finally lost her patience, and asked straight to the point: "How can I kill a god?"

Although Shushen was tall, he flinched when he heard the words, and his eyes turned to the other side.

"I don't, I don't know. God, how could God die..."

Not hiding his joy, Lin Sanjiu smiled: "Okay, then I'll try my hand at you and see how you will die."

"Wait!" Lost God suddenly remembered the answer he didn't know just now, "How can you treat the true god like this? There is a way to kill a false god, but you need to know that I don't need it." on..."

Lin Sanjiu raised an eyebrow.

"When the power of the false gods has dropped to the lowest level, they can be killed by force." After a long while, he murmured in a daze. "In addition to destroying their god statues, you can also make many god statues for me. You may even have to carve them out, but you can also draw them... As a true god, I can't tolerate false gods."

Lin Sanjiu rested his chin and thought for a while, then suddenly turned his head and said to the gift bag, "Go and dig a handful of mud."

"What?"

"You just go."

Although I was a bit of a clean freak, the gift bag couldn't resist my curiosity, so I ran to the stream behind the village, dug out a piece of river mud, put it in a broken basin, and brought it back.

Lin Sanjiu didn't say a word, she let out a burst of consciousness, and dragged him over by the ankles; she pressed the back of his head with one hand, and with a snap, she pushed the shameless face into the mud .

"When the mud dries, this will be considered a statue." Lin Sanjiu smiled at the mud-faced face, "We'll see how your abilities improve then."

He opened his mouth in a daze, and mud fell on his tongue, as if he didn't know whether he should be happy or not.

After about ten minutes, the river mud gradually dried up in the basin.

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