I give the world destruction and rebirth

As the only 'true god' of Amāravati, Garvalal Priyadarshini Niruru already knew about Tangji's heel.

He knows Tang Ji very well, and it can even be said that he has been paying attention to Tang Ji and the other existences of the Seven Deadly Sins.

Gavalal is indeed arrogant to the point of being pathologically arrogant, and suggests that he would rely on religious brainwashing and cloning technology to build his own kingdom of God on the back of the moon.

But he is not a fool. A fool cannot achieve a win-win situation in the political struggle of the Nihelu Gandi family, a win-win situation where one person wins twice, nor can he build a dream country like Amaropati on the back of the moon.

In fact, Gavaral is very shrewd. After the Rothschild family was attacked, he guessed that the Tanguy-Mikkelsen combination would take action against him.

Either himself or Habsburg. Now it seems that he has become the soft persimmon.

With a special vision, Gavalal watched Tangji take the rebellious Manu from the third floor to the second floor, still with an indistinguishable smile on his face.

The gods, Manu and Brahmins who were serving in front of them were completely unaware that the earth-shaking changes were taking place in the lower levels, while their god, Garvalal, was watching the excitement.

The second level is the residence of the Manu.

Compared with the living environment of the clones, this place does have extraordinary beauty at first glance, and it even makes people forget that this place is on the far side of the moon.

The architectural decoration has complex shapes, dense patterns, brilliant colors, and bright and lively paints, which combine the emotions of luxury and decadence, brilliance and low-key into an intoxicating color that makes people unable to extricate themselves.

All these buildings were built along several branches of the Ashoda tree, making it difficult to tell which was a plant and which was a man-made object.

The Manu lived here. Tang Ji looked around and saw gorgeously dressed people spread across the streets. There seemed to be thousands of them.

Tang Ji, who is covered in blood, seems to be trying to blend into the solid color blocks of the miniature painting. The edges are blurred but the pressure is extremely strong. His mere presence is enough to attract the eye.

Those Manu who have been paying attention to the direction of the elevator did not receive any warning at all. Only the real god can monitor the entire Amaropati. Others maintain the ancient way of life and have no idea what is happening outside their sight. known.

"Who are you!" a Manu asked loudly, mistaking Tangji for some daring Kshatriya or Brahmin.

This kind of thing has happened before. When you continue to create clones with strong bodies and smart minds, there will always be one or two unique beings born.

They will think about the meaning of their existence, their environment, their connection with the world, and finally realize that there are huge loopholes in the entire mythological system.

For example, Manu are not as sacred as the stories say. They still have emotions and desires. Those women who have been called to serve the upper class occasionally pass on the little habits of Manu and gods to each other as the most private gossip. .

Of course, more clones who are called to provide services have no chance to return to their hometown, and their end point is the altar of reincarnation.

Over time, things that are not sacred in the first place will become hateful.

The clones who want to take revenge with just a knife provide, to some extent, continuous entertainment for these entertainment-oriented people.

But this time, the Manu people soon realized the difference. The born man who was sent to solve the problem, Vidados, was not far behind Tang Ji. He looked like he had just been washed in a drum washing machine. It seems that there is no trace of energy or spirit from before.

"Are these the Manu you are talking about?" Tangji turned to Vidados and asked.

"They know everything," Vitatras replied in a low voice, like a duck being picked out from a flock of chickens.

That kind of naked threat and oppression made Vidados feel like he had turned from a god into a human again, and the ever-expanding balloon in his heart deflated instantly as if someone had punched a hole in it.

They knew everything, they knew I was a yes man, a clown.

However, the ignorant himself was so addicted to this kind of fooling that he could not extricate himself. The double humiliation from his dignity and body made Viaddas dare not even raise his head to look at those Manu.

Vidada knew that he had brought death to them.

Boom!

The prelude is played lightly, like the most beautiful melody, with a long trace of sadness that has been left out for a long time, playing in this strange land.

Tang Ji did not kill everyone. He only killed those who stood in his way. It was not time to liquidate these people yet.

What made Vidatus feel even more ashamed was that in the end, only thirty-four people from this class who called themselves Manu bravely stood up, stood in front of Tang Ji, asked him about his origins, and hindered his pace.

The barrel of the gun in the prelude is still cold, but the killing is over, and the smoke floating slightly from the muzzle is like a sigh of reluctance.

Vidados followed Tangji and looked up at the Manu, only to find that their eyes were cold and full of jest, as if they were very curious about what happened to the gods.

He smiled, as if a big stone was relieved in his heart, and then he realized that this was the emotion that a real person should have.

Vidados stood in front of the elevator, pressing his palm on the biometric scanner, trying to open the passage to the top floor.

However, the identifier suddenly lit up red: "No access permission!"

Vidados looked at Tang Ji at a loss. He had no idea about this incident. He tried to act innocent and win the favor of the other party.

People say that Tang Ji is actually a good man and he will not attack innocent people.

But is Vidada really an innocent person? Madhavan doesn't see it that way, Atham doesn't see it that way, and I'm afraid even the Manu watching the fun here don't agree with this statement.

Vidados is a god, they are a natural carnivorous class, and every breath smells of blood.

Tangji looked at Vidados, whose authority had been blocked, and smiled gently.

This smile gave Vidatus endless hope. He felt that he could still save his life. He even felt that he could stand in front of the stage and accuse Gavaral of his cruelty.

He's still useful. Poof! The noisy fantasy ends with Tang Ji's big hand.

After determining that Vidada was useless, Tangji slapped his head and smashed it against the wall.

Immediately, Tangji disappeared directly into the air, and the phase jump completely ignored physical barriers. If he wanted to, he could travel back and forth across the entire Amaropati vertically in a few minutes.

Tang Ji just wanted to have a deeper understanding of how this heaven on earth, built by the Nihelu Gandi family, worked.

Now he's seen enough.

Tangji appears directly on the top floor, the residence of the gods.

This place is far more luxurious than Manu's residence. The buildings that can be seen by the naked eye are symmetrical, heavy, and elegant in shape. The doors, windows, and screens of the buildings are all carved with white marble, which is beautiful.

The walls are inlaid with jade, crystal, agate, and red emeralds with exquisite and gorgeous vine flowers, which are so gorgeous that it makes people cry.

More importantly, you can look directly at the stars here.

The bright light, regarded by Atham as a gift from God, passed through the outermost biofilm and was weakened to the point where it would not be dazzling. Then, it was filtered by the special material canopy and turned into a completely harmless light, spreading to everyone. An inch of space.

Under the sun, everything is so white, making this place feel as sacred as a real divine realm on earth.

The huge canopy of the Ashoda tree is directly overhead, casting a shadow in the central area, where the palace of Garvalal Priyadarshini Niruru stands.

It was very quiet along the way, as quiet as if no one lived here at all, which was indeed the case. The Nihelu Gandi people all gathered in the palace in the distance, staring at Tang Ji like living sculptures in a shrine.

At a glance, there were more than two hundred people there, all of whom looked to be in their twenties or thirties. The few with beards had no wrinkles at all upon closer inspection.

This is a great benefit given to the family by Goddess Gavaralden. He has eliminated aging in a real sense.

The entire Nihelu and Gandi family bloodline will no longer be tortured by aging. They will live until the day of their natural death and keep themselves at their favorite physiological age until that day.

They won't get sick, which is not a problem. Nihelu Gandi are the first generation to benefit from prosthetic organs.

But as time went on, Gavalar got better alternatives from Gluttony's biomass, allowing him to continuously recover from damage like Gluttony.

Yet Gavalal was still not satisfied, he knew he still had weaknesses and he needed more.

Tang Ji's arrival was regarded by Gavalal as an opportunity. He smiled and looked at Tang Ji, who was walking alone, and said, "I have been waiting for you for a long time, my child."

Gavaral's voice was so resonant that he achieved this effect by transmitting his voice through the vibrations of the leaves of the Asodha tree.

Tang Ji was amused by this voice. Are these Ganges people so friendly now?

"I understand your pain, child." The more Gavaral looked at Tang Ji, the more he fell in love with him. He could feel the fate between himself and Tang Ji: "You are so painful, so lonely, and full of confusion, but I, can help you."

"Only I can help you." Gavalal's voice was full of pity, and he slowly said: "I can cure your child."

Tang Ji stopped and the smile on his face disappeared.

"I'm very pleased that you don't have any doubts." Gavaral's voice was still loud: "Lazarus is just a trail, I am the only true God. Those who believe in me, their families will be healthy and happy."

"What do you want?" Tang Ji hesitated for a second, but still asked.

"How about a little bit of trivial friendship?" Gavalal said slowly, "I don't ask for a being like you to join my little game, I just ask not to be disturbed."

PS: I kept vomiting and took an antiemetic injection. I felt lack of energy. I will send you three thousand at night. I will give you a result for these gods in the next chapter if you are full of emotions.