Plural Apostles

"What's going on here, did the program put down by this god go wrong... How can I guide him to become a qualified reserve apostle of the main god... Why is this god so unlucky!"

"Unlucky, unlucky, hahaha!"

"...Hey, bad luck, it's been eight lifetimes of bad luck to meet you, this little broken child... In short, you want to go into life... No, little broken child, do you have any wishes?"

"World Peace! Oh also!"

"No problem, as long as you follow the steps of this god, you will experience endless wonderful. If you are skilled enough, you can create countless world peace! Yes, this god is so great, follow the pace of this god! "

"Step your head."

Well, I had a good dream a little...

"Get up, get up, get up quickly!! You don't want to die, get up quickly!!!"

There was the urging roar of the Lord God in his mind, Siegfried frowned and opened his eyes, the first thing he felt was a strong nausea in his stomach, he bent down suddenly, wow.

A pool of blood fell on the quilt.

Chapter 4 turns out to be the protagonist of the end of the world

pain!Incomparable pain!The severe pain penetrated deep into the bone marrow, every muscle tissue was twitching, every meridian was twisting, every internal organ was spasming, the heart was beating violently, making a thumping sound that a young man could not hear, even every A piece of bone hurts like being drilled by a small drill!

"Uh...wow..."

Siegfried twisted and rolled on the bed, with dark red blood spraying from the corners of his mouth. He clenched his arms tightly with both hands, resisting the urge to scratch himself, his body kept rolling on the bed, clenching his teeth tightly, A dark red strange color is spreading on the skin that exposes the clothes, as if a virus is eroding his body!

Although there was still some confusion, tortured by the pain, he wanted to slam his head against the wall to commit suicide, but the young man quickly wrapped himself in the quilt, biting the cotton wool with his teeth, rolled off the bed with the cotton wool and struggled frantically.

"Hold on! Don't just die like this, you bastard!" The slightly anxious voice of the Lord God resounded in the boy's mind.

Siegfried suppressed the severe pain that seemed to be bitten by ants, crushed by kneading, and let out a few hoarse roars like air leaking from his teeth. His throat spasmed and his tongue cramped. He was completely speechless.

"Wow……"

He lowered his head and vomited blood again. Siegfried's fingers were stained with blood, and he wrote a few words crookedly in the severe pain of the whole body: I ​​think I can save it...

Lord God: "My God suddenly thinks it's a good thing that you bastard died here. If you have the strength to write, you might as well hold back and adapt to the pain now!"

I feel like I'm shaking.

The teenager continued to write a line of words without changing, and then his body involuntarily twisted like a caterpillar on fire in the severe pain. The furniture in the room fell to the ground, or shattered and damaged as Siegfried struggled. .

"...In short, the god has guarded your consciousness, but the soul and the body are closely linked. If you can't get through this level, the god can't do anything." The main god sneered, "But it is said that good people don't live long and cause disasters for thousands of years. Eighty percent of the scourge of you won't die here."

The boy who did not speak foul language continued to write these four words with blood on his fingers while struggling: I am a good person.

It was only at this time that the Lord God reacted, and after being silent for a while: "Fuck you, are you pretending?! You have the strength to write and you don't have the strength to speak directly to the Lord in your heart?!"

"I was discovered by you! Lord God, I seem to have seen the intelligence +1 displayed on your head!" The boy suddenly stopped struggling, rolled over and climbed out of the quilt to sit on the floor. If he looked closely, his body still showed some strange signs. Normal distortion, the skin exposed in the large pieces of clothing has turned dark red, making people wonder if reaching out and touching them will burn themselves.

"...You're really talented!" The Lord God cursed in an unintelligible way.

"Cough, cough...Bah!" Siegfried spat out a few mouthfuls of blood and looked at his hands, "Wow, braised pig's trotters!"

Lord God: "What a fitting metaphor."

"Looking at my own claws that seem to be cooked, I don't know why I have an urge to eat." Siegfried looked at his palm carefully, and shook it casually, "If I guessed correctly, I must be right now. Become a red stuffy prawn..."

Lord God: "Can you do something serious?! Can you not focus on these irrelevant things!"

"Lord God! You don't need to say it!" Siegfried exhaled, and the corner of his mouth barely evoked a mysterious, but actually nervous smile, "I know everything!"

The Lord God was taken aback: "What do you know?"

"The moment I woke up just now, I suddenly found that my body was undergoing drastic changes. These changes brought great pain, and at the same time, an appetite emerged in my heart, especially when I deliberately thought of the people I saw normally. The appetite and the desire to attack are stronger, I understand..." Siegfried put a hand on his cheek, and threw it away like a cramp in the next moment, "I'm so hot!"

The Lord God is very tired: "..."

"In short, all these performances show that I'm turning into a zombie!" Siegfried said while holding the red paw, looking very embarrassed, but said in high spirits, "At this time, the earth must have been infected by the virus, and you are the future. The artificial intelligence created by technology has accidentally traveled back to the present, with the purpose of choosing a genius to save mankind! No, even to analyze the evolutionary effect of viruses on mankind, and this genius will lead mankind to evolve the level of life!"

Lord God: "..."

"Ahahaha, your role is to protect the consciousness of this genius when he turns into a zombie, and at the same time, the body has the superior quality of a zombie, and then this genius will develop a method to solve the aftermath of zombies, in this apocalypse Form a force in the middle of the pack, recruit Miss and Sister to build a big harem, and finally become the great, outstanding and only pioneer in the history of the new human beings!"

The Lord God looked coldly at the young man raising his hands in high spirits, hehe sneered: "You must have holes in your brain, right? Since you are thinking like this, you can feel what the God has intercepted and eroded your consciousness. All right!"

The next moment, the Lord God let go of the protection of Ziegfeld's consciousness a little, and the boy suddenly felt a voice echoing in his heart, and it had a strange power that made him subconsciously want to believe and obey.

"Kill all humans...kill all humans..."

"I'm not a human being!"

"Humans are all garbage and filth! Kill them all!"

"Trash also has dignity and can disgust you!"

"Kill all! Kill all! Kill all!!"

The deafening, heart-piercing voice disappeared in the next moment, and the Lord God silently looked at Siegfried, who was squatting on the ground with his head on his head: "You are indeed a wonderful fellow... Instead of concentrating on resisting the erosion of consciousness, you have the leisure to talk back to it, really seek death."

"Oh hehe..." Siegfried stood up staggeringly, reached out his hand and brushed his bangs, "If you don't kill yourself, what can you do?"

"You can just do it... Wait! Your god has been misled by you again! In short, you open the door to see what's going on outside..." The Lord God sighed speechlessly.

Siegfried staggered towards the door, not because he didn't want to walk normally, but because a lot of structures in his body had mutated, plus the pain left by the body mutation just now, plus the boy's retention of complete human consciousness, for a while For a while, I didn't have enough proficiency with the current body.

You have to learn to drive a car before you know how to drive. It’s impossible to put a human’s consciousness into a cat’s body and move freely—because cats can’t walk on two legs, and they have to rely on beards to coordinate their bodies. Human beards are the only one The value is to scrape.