God Simulator

In the darkness, the smoke and dust filled the room with a strange fragrance. This fragrance made people calm and eliminated many of everyone's uneasiness and fears.

Zhuzhi asked Sharipa: "Is there something weird about this smoke? If we destroy the smoke or disperse the smoke, will it be useful?"

Now he has become a living doctor. Among the people here, it seems that this old man coughing up blood is the only one who knows the rituals of the old gods.

"I don't know." Sharipa just narrowed his eyes: "I don't understand spices."

"It's [Seaweed] which is a specialty of Zhoudao, as well as the leaves of the barnyard grass monster, um, and a little dried fragrant fruit from the Yao Kingdom."

Hua Wanrong sniffed and said firmly: "I make flowers all year round, and I am also involved in some dry goods sales. The aroma here mainly comes from these three spices, and there is also a magic potion."

"It has an obvious sedative effect. It seems that it doesn't want us to resist too much."

The husband of the young couple, Shang Sheng, also joined the discussion: "Everyone, we passed through a forest yesterday or this evening, and then suddenly lost consciousness. We should have been ambushed there."

"It seems that this was premeditated. If these fanatical believers of the old god find us, we should be more in line with the old god's sacrificial needs? Mr. Sharipa, can you tell us about [Incarnation of Extinction]? Maybe It can help us get more information. On the battlefield, intelligence determines victory or defeat."

The old man turned his head, spat out a mouthful of blood, and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.

Sharipa then said: "I study theology and am also a member of the Old God Society, so I have some understanding of the Old God."

"As far as I know, this [Incarnation of Extinction] was in ancient times, with the [Black Tiger Head and Lord of the Sanctuary] who followed the temple, the [Mrs. Salt] worshiped in the Green Forest, and the [Dragon Ancestor] in the Sihai Temple. "

"[The Avatar of Extinction] itself possesses the power of darkness, destruction and rebirth, and its belief has been passed down to this day after the War of God. Because he has a very strange ability, as long as believers pray and offer sacrifices in the darkness, they will have a chance to obtain death. The gift of resurrection power, few people can resist this temptation... Everyone will always face death, and the Avatar of Extinction will give them a chance to rise from the darkness."

"So even if some people of other faiths will secretly offer sacrifices to this god of destruction, as long as everyone wants to continue to live, the memory of this old god will not disappear."

Sharipa squinted his eyes hard, as if to drive away sleepiness.

"I'll give you a little refreshing massage."

Hua Wanrong next to him pinched his neck and the sides of his eyes, and then showed a somewhat surprised expression: "How can your body... be so weak?"

"Hehe, this is what you get when you get old."

The monk waved his hand: "This [Incarnation of Extinction] is related to darkness. In the past, Yaocheng and Yancheng also encountered monsters in the darkness when they were attacked by the dark sun. According to the internal reference compiled by Mr. Kenshin of the Old God Society, it is recorded in it This old god."

"According to witnesses who participated in the sacrificial ceremony, it is necessary to chant the name of the old god 'Kali' and recite the whole sacrificial words 'Bhuvani Dovi, Sati, Rudani, Pava' religiously. Di, Chinamatika...', these are every identity and name of the "Incarnation of Extinction". The entire ceremony is to chant His name continuously. "

"The ceremony needs to be arranged in such a dark room or cave. The believers outside surround us as sacrifices and chant the names of the old gods. The power of the old gods will permeate through the darkness and smoke, awakening those sleeping in the darkness. Monsters... look, they are not coming."

Sharipa looked relaxed.

Zhuzhi and others couldn't laugh at all.

Some strange-looking things appeared in the darkness. They were made of smoke and dust, and their shapes were erratic, making it difficult to confirm their specific shapes. But there was no doubt that they were wandering around, like wolves hiding in the darkness.

Zhuzhi noticed that there was a person clustered in the center of the black smoke.

The man's whole body was gray, as if his body was entangled or blurred by fog, but from the outline, it could be seen that it was a burly figure.

The other person was holding a lantern, his face was gray, and he looked a bit like a ghoul.

There is a strange pattern tattooed on the left half of his face, consisting of two circles inside and outside. Circles, squares and triangles are drawn in the inner circle, and straight lines connect them, like some kind of obscure totem or seal.

As soon as the lantern holder appeared, his eyes fell on Sharipa: "You have divinity in you... No, is it a divine body? No, it's weird."

"Hello, guest from the dark."

The old man didn't care at all: "We are trapped here. I wonder if you can help us get out of here and get out of here?"

The man with the lantern laughed, his whole face contorted.

"What an interesting mortal. Your corpse should be moved, stacked, and lit with a lamp. It should be very bright."

Sharipa was not discouraged: "Thank you for your compliment. What can I do to get your help?"

"Stop it, you can't give me what I want. I can take anything away." The other party said arrogantly: "No matter how far you can go, you are still in the realm of mortals."

The old man's eyes suddenly lit up: "You know something, right? You know these changes that happened in my body, right?"

"certainly."

At this time, the face of the lantern holder returned to its previous coldness: "Mortals will be mortals after all."

"Are you a god?"

"I am not a god, although many people call me and think that I am a god. But I am not."

"I see. There is one thing I disagree with. Although I am a mortal, the mortal realm can also go to a very far place, much further than we thought in the past."

A smile appeared on Old Sharipa's face: "It's just like you saw the changes in my body."

The lantern-carrying man seemed to have thought of something: "No, this is not a transformation by the gods, and you are not a dependent... What on earth is this... What is going on with you?"

Zhuzhi was a little surprised.

For the first time in the darkness, the man seeking his life showed doubts, and he was even looking for answers.

"You want to know?"

The smile on the old man's face did not change: "I will tell you everything. I just ask you to send them back to Yao safely..."

"You are not qualified to talk to me."

The lantern holder coldly raised the lamp in his hand, and the green fire in the lantern was gloomy: "As long as I want, I can turn you into a corpse and the lamp oil in my hand at any time."

"Yes, of course you have the power and authority."

Sharipa stood up slowly, shook the dust off his body, raised his head slightly, and looked at the tall figure surrounded by dark monsters: "But one thing you should also know is that I have the power of a god."

"It comes from a powerful god. The power of the god is so majestic that even if I only analyze a little bit of it, my life cannot bear its weight. But whether in life or in death, the power of the god will not disappear. ”

"And once I die, I will condense the Almighty Stone, which will stimulate the little remaining power of the god. I will probably be able to release a small spark here."

The monk covered his mouth with his handkerchief and coughed so violently that his back arched high.

"You are not a god, so you don't have to worry about being watched by Lord Yao, but if I release the divine sparks, I don't know if Lord Yao will see it."

"..."

The other party was silent.

However, Zhuzhi thought that he heard that even if the senior monks in the abyss left Ertang Jialan, their bodies would be able to condense the Almighty Stone after death. And the remnant of the god's power that Sharipa said can swallow the Almighty Stone and produce a very strong reaction in an instant.

As long as it can attract the attention of God Yao, everything here will tremble and fear!

No one can resist the power of Lord Yao!

Sharipa calmed the other party.

Zhuzhi felt excited.

This old man is quite powerful. Knowledge is indeed power!

The lantern holder was silent for a moment: "Are you betting that I won't dare to take action?"

"No, I just want to discuss this area of ​​theology with you. This is just a hypothetical experiment."

"What you said is not going to happen."

The lantern-carrying man said: "Because what you have in your body is just a little bit of divine power left in the divine body. As long as there is no divine power, these will continue to decline and dissipate. As a low-level material and power, the Almighty Stone can only express the divine power. The material aspect, so according to your method, you can just forge the Almighty Stone. "

Sharipa nodded: "Your judgment makes sense. Divine power usually comes in the form of miracles, and as long as it appears, it will leave traces. Even we can perceive these traces through [theology], so as long as these traces exist, Yao Lord God can also see it. I think the divine power in me should be enough to leave traces."

"Ridiculous! Gods cannot see the remnants of these divine powers unless they hold specific props or wonders."

"How will you know if you don't try?"

The lantern holder sneered: "You know God better than me? I was a God in the past!"

"Is that so? It turns out you are an old god."

"It's not the old god. I said it. I'm not a god. Now I'm a demon. This name originally belonged to us, but now it's a bit common. Anyone can use it. Times have really changed."

"Then what should I call him? Mr. Devil?"

"...Bivrons, I give you permission to call me this name."

"Mr. Biffrons Demon, since you are a god, why don't you know about my situation?"

"How do I know! Even gods don't know everything!"

The monk suddenly laughed: "Let me tell you, I participated in the dissection of the god's corpse and used the god's corpse as raw material to conduct elemental experiments. Through a large number of high-intensity experiments, the power on the corpse was stimulated and active in me, That’s what led to my current situation.”

The opponent's face suddenly froze: "You are looking for death! You are looking for death! The divine body is not a domain that you can touch."

"This is an attempt that Lord Yao allowed us to make. All that remains of the fallen gods are powerful corpses. We are just studying the composition of the gods' bodies."

The demon Bifrons was speechless, while the others looked horrified.

Zhuzhi suddenly felt relieved.

No wonder I thought there was something strange about this old man.

He even dares to mess around with the corpses of gods. These are indeed small scenes to him.

"madman."

Biffrons cursed.

"There's one more thing you're wrong about."

Sharipa wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief: "Actually, I can create traces of gods without the Almighty Stone at all. Because I have the fire of faith in Lord Yao in my body, and this fire of faith is the same as in my flesh and blood. The divine powers are mutually exclusive."

"According to our tests, the fire of faith is incompatible with different gods and will cause instantaneous damage. This damage will form traces of damage, which looks like a miracle. The tyrant has proven this, and gods can have witnessed."

"If I die, I can trigger a fake miracle here. I wonder if it will attract the attention of Lord Yao or other gods."

"Are you threatening me?" Bifrons' voice rose.

"No, Mr. Devil. I'm going to die soon. My mind is particularly clear now. This is a flashback. I have seen many such examples."

Sharipa coughed up blood: "I'm just describing an objective law and perfecting a hypothetical experiment."

"..."

The monk looked at Zhuzhi, with an apology on his weak face: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhuzhi. I originally wanted to use quick-acting Jiuxin Pills to support me until I return to my hometown in the abyss and die... Now it seems that I can't do it. Death is catching up to me much faster than I thought, and the error is huge this time.”

Zhuzhi was in a mixed mood.

The demon Biffrons just said something bad.

He was walking back into the fog.

"Please wait a moment."

This time it was Zhuzhi who had the courage to shout.

The cold gaze of the lantern holder made the bamboo man feel chilled all over for a moment.

He still stood up and said: "Mr. Bifrons, I have a way to get the best of both worlds."

"If you can take the lives and corpses of those people outside, and Mr. Sharipa's body after his death, you can also take it - please allow me to agree. Because you are not a heretic god, but a son who generously helped Lord Yao. People, you should know that Lord Yao has always been very clear about grudges."

The man holding the lantern showed an idiotic look on his face: "You think I don't want to? Do you think I want to offend a powerful local god?"

"I can't get out either."

"..."

This sentence silenced everyone.

Zhu Zhizhi felt that everyone looked at Bifulons with a slightly subtle look.

This seemed to anger the devil in the darkness: "Don't let any of your corpses escape. I'll light the lamps one by one!"

Everyone was submissive, but they didn't seem to be very afraid.

"Why is this happening?" Sharipa looked puzzled: "Is this ritual enough to control you?"

"How is it possible? That's because of the darkness of [Incarnation of Extinction] Kali... In short, it's a very complicated reason, involving seals and ancient prayers, that causes my clone to appear. It's not as simple as it seems."

The devil didn't want to explain.

"Then do I understand that as long as the darkness is broken, or the ritual here is broken, you can be free?" Sharipa said.

"At least that's the case for my projection clone. Normally, I would be summoned, and then I would turn you into corpses and light the lamp, and then Kali's power would come, and he would kill me now. "

"I understand, then I will light up this place, and you should be able to break away from the rules and rituals, right?"

"You want to..." Bifrons said solemnly, "Are you sure?"

"Since we are about to die, why not choose a way to die that can help everyone? Please take them to a safe place, please."

The monk chuckled and looked at Zhuzhi again: "Mr. Zhuzhi, please take note of my current situation to see if the Almighty Stone has any effect on divine power... Let me think about it, according to the definition and concept of element theory, since the source Since it comes from God, but lacks the stability and continuity of the Godhead, I will call it [Shen].”

"Please tell Lord Philus of White Castle everything you saw and heard today on my behalf. I hope this can be a small reference for those who come after me."

Zhuzhi suddenly came to his senses: "Wait a minute. There is another way. Doesn't the sacrifice of [Incarnation of Extinction] have the ability to give people a chance to resurrect from the dead? Why don't you try praying to him for power!"

"Thank you." A smile appeared on the old man's face: "I am a follower of Lord Yao, a theologian, and a monk. I will not offer praise to other gods. Since I want to conduct personal experiments on Shen elements, then Let me start."

After saying that, Sharipa's short body walked towards the bonfire. The flames engulfed his robes and skin, but the old man's eyes were calm. He crossed his hands and prayed softly.

"May God Yao bless everyone in peace, and may the Yao people be prosperous forever..."

Flames suddenly rose up on the monk's body, and his body seemed to be a mixture of demonic energy and demonic oil. After a moment, the fire shot straight into the sky, and the whole room was covered in darkness.

The brilliant fire shining in all directions tore apart golden cracks in the darkness.

The monk's body is turning into an evaporating white gas, and a rapid and violent force is gathering.

"How come the Almighty Stone can really burn?! No, it's not the Almighty Stone. What's condensed in his body is the World Stone! Everyone get down!"

Bifulons waved his hand, and a black power enveloped everyone.

boom! !

The huge roar caused Zhuzhi to temporarily lose his hearing. In front of his eyes was a huge tongue of fire rising into the sky. It penetrated the ceiling above his head, allowing the sky full of stars to reappear.

The monk Sharipa turned into a fire that broke through the confinement and the scorching air surged and circulated in the stone house.

Biffrons murmured: "What a madman... madman... How could I be summoned to such a world?"

After coming out, the demon did nothing. The masked believers around the house fled in a hurry.

Zhuzhi climbed up to the roof but did not chase him. He just turned back to confirm that the other five people were safe.

Then he said: "I will take you back to Yaocheng."

Zhuzhi looked to the sky.

He was not sure whether the monk was taken away by the power of the gods.

All he knew was that he had to go to the White Castle to deliver Sharipa's end-of-life conclusion to where it should go.