The copy has 0 error tolerance, and the last words on the ground are all wrong for me

Jermaine was acting like a man-made god who was about to punish the blasphemers, but the next moment he was hit twice in the face.

The huge impact caused his brain to black out temporarily, and he didn't know how to change his mood for a while.

He sat down on the roof of the main house in a daze, covering his face with his hands, looking at Wu Chang in disbelief.

His eyes were full of shock, confusion, shame and anger.

In another situation, he would say, "How dare you hit me? My father never hit me!" It would not seem out of place.

But the nun's plump figure, combined with Jermaine's strong and angular facial features, was out of place no matter how you looked at it.

There was a kind of beauty transformed by sweet baby.

It's a pity that Xingming Agent didn't have you.

He pulled Jermaine's headgear and taunted, "You just entered the nun statue, not castrated into a little boy, show your aura of the iron-fisted earl."

Hearing Wu Chang's taunting, the resentment in Jermaine's eyes became deeper.

He, or rather, she wanted to get rid of Wu Chang's control, but the most core sin of arrogance was missing, so that although Jermaine's consciousness occupied the Fallen Statue, he could not exert the true power of the Statue.

It might be enough to deal with Sword Star or Negotiation Master, but it was still not enough for Wu Chang, who had 140 points of strength.

Wu Chang only needed to hold his forehead with one hand and press him to sit on the roof to resolve all the offensive.

Jermaine had never been bullied like this before, and he was going to fight to the death. He used all his strength to activate the black halo on his head and wanted to forcibly use the power of the artificial god.

Facing the halo emitting mysterious light, Wu Chang's neck was slightly tingling. Even the huge body of 15 meters tall could not give him enough sense of security.

His inspiration told him that Jermaine's accumulated power was dangerous to him.

After all, it was a system-certified artificial god. Even if it was the poorest version, ordinary players still could not ignore it.

So he activated his signature skill before Jermaine succeeded.

"Man!"

The iron elbow, which was wider than the face of the fallen saint, hit Jermaine's face hard, causing his tall and three-dimensional facial features to sink in instantly.

Not only that, various negative states followed one after another, making Jermaine lose the ability to fight back.

Jermaine's defense was broken. He said angrily with a sunken face:

"Did Ebert guess my plan and secretly tell you?"

Wu Chang shook his head, "Ebert, before the old man died, he thought that an ordinary postman could destroy the ceremony. How could he have discovered your plan?"

In Ebert's eyes, Jermaine had died under the backlash of the townspeople, and the Earl's Manor had become ownerless. As long as he had the status of a town councilor and could enter the Earl's Manor, he could destroy the ceremony.

Jermaine was stunned. He thought Ebert was the mastermind behind everything, and in the end he was one step ahead and narrowly defeated him, but how could this idiot die as soon as he said he would?

These fish-headed people on the island are stupider than each other. Who can kill him?

"Ebert died? How did he die?"

Wu Chang said calmly: "He was old, fell, and then died of illness."

The chief alchemist of the church died just like that?

Jermaine felt absurd, and then said: "I saw you resurrected the saint. You are not Ebert's man, so you must be sent by the church."

Wu Chang shook his head again, "The props to resurrect the saint did come from the church, but the old men in the church can't order me around."

"Then who sent you!" Jermaine said he couldn't accept this.

He could accept losing to Ebert and the church, but he couldn't accept losing to an unknown person.

Wu Chang shrugged and said: "Don't think about it, I'm just an ordinary postman passing by."

It's not difficult to guess Jermaine's plan. The biggest flaw in Jermaine's entire plan is that he reduced his sense of existence too much.

As the actual controller of Briver, his death was too hasty.

To be realistic, the townspeople of Bleaver are like a group of dogs raised by Jermaine. As a dog trainer, how could he not know whether his own dogs bite people?

How could Pan Hong lock Liuliu in a corner and chase him to feed him the Heart-warming Foot and Pitaya?

If you don't know, look at Irene on the stake.

With Jermaine's understanding of the townspeople, would he not guess that when the townspeople wake up and can't stand the torture of their own conscience, they will transfer the contradictions to him?

Of course, he may trust his own skills too much and think that his control over the townspeople is thorough enough.

He may also trust Ebert too much and don't think that Ebert, who is on the same boat with him, will actually betray him.

Jermaine does have a small chance of making such a mistake, but the illusion that appeared in the Earl's manor seems too deliberate.

It's as if he is afraid that others don't know that he is dead, but are worried that he is hiding somewhere else.

Especially after Wu Chang saw the resentment of the two chubby girls, he found that the faceless nun was not incapable of action, but after he arrived with the other six evidences of original sin, she pretended to be dead and motionless.

But even if these are all coincidences, there is still a biggest flaw in Jermaine's plan.

That is his character setting.

In the copy plot, Jermaine's character setting is an iron-fisted earl and a control freak.

Faced with such an important god-making plan, he indulged Ebert too much and gave Ebert too much freedom.

The starlight lighthouse made by Ebert can directly penetrate the barrier of the earl's manor and sneak into it;

After burning the saint to death, he did not directly control Ebert, but let Ebert go out to make trouble and deceive the townspeople.

In addition, facing the rioting townspeople, he did not try to resist at all, but preached before his death, which made his character collapse.

Combining many doubts, the most likely answer is that Jermaine did it on purpose.

His desire to control people makes it easy for him to see through people's hearts.

He saw Ebert's nature and knew that Ebert would do bad things at critical moments, so he deliberately indulged him and even helped him privately so that Ebert could successfully kill him.

Jermaine and Ebert's god-making ritual is completely different from the method used by the church to create Irene.

When the church created Irene, it was eager to create a perfect saint by stripping away all negative emotions, and use the saint to control the stigmata and directly become an artificial god.

Jermaine's idea of ​​creating a god is completely different. After realizing that the seven deadly sins could not be eradicated, he simply reversed the ritual and created an evil god with the seven deadly sins as the core.

Because of Ebert, Irene's seven deadly sins merged with the stigmata. With Ebert's seven deadly sins as the basis, it can not only seize the power of the stigmata, but also create evil gods.

Jermaine deliberately let Ebert kill him in order to use the geographical advantage and the judgment of the townspeople to turn him into the proof of arrogance.

When the inner world formed by the seven deadly sins was completely out of control, the seven deadly sins matured and were absorbed into the body of the faceless nun as planned, becoming an artificial god.

He can use the core identity of the proof of arrogance to seize the body of the fallen statue and become an artificial god.

The reason why arrogance is the first of the seven deadly sins is that its crime is not only disrespectful to people, but also to gods.

Ebert's former professor said that gods are born as gods and are naturally noble.

The desire to become a god is the greatest disrespect to gods.

It is precisely because he knows that the core of the artificial god is Jermaine that Wu Chang hesitates about whether to accept the hidden side quest.

Count Jermaine is cruel and has a strong desire for control. Cooperating with him is like seeking the skin of a tiger.

You know, the main task of Quiet Town is to survive on the island for thirty days.

And now it is only the fourth day.

Jermaine is resurrected as the man-made god. If he wants to complete the main task one, he must live under Jermaine for twenty-six days.

Even if he lives to get the hidden side task reward, he may not live to spend it.

Even if Jermaine puts aside the past and does not kill him as soon as he is resurrected, what awaits Wu Chang is nothing more than a treat, beheading, and accepting him as a dog.

He does not want to be a dog, at least he does not want to be a dog of an old man like sweet baby.

"If the player chooses to refuse to accept the hidden side task, the relationship between the player and the Fallen Statue will become a deadly enemy. The Fallen Statue will do everything possible to seize the missing evidence of original sin."

The reward for the hidden side task is indeed very tempting, but I refuse.

"Any last words?"

As Wu Chang refused the hidden side quest, Jermaine seemed to notice something, and his eyes showed resentment and unwillingness.

"No matter who sent you, after I die, the church will never let you go. I will wait for you below!"

"Oh, then you will probably have to wait for a long time."

Wu Chang dragged Count Jermaine down from the roof, lifted the bronze statue that had killed him, and stabbed it hard into the throat of the Fallen Statue.

Count Jermaine's eyes widened and stared at him.

Wu Chang closed his eyelids and said, "Don't look at it, it's disgusting."

As Count Jermaine closed his eyes, the halo on the top of the Fallen Statue fell, like an iron ring, rolling forward, turning half a circle on the spot after hitting an obstacle, and fell to the ground.

The obstacle that the halo hit was Irene, who appeared at some unknown time.

Irene bent down to pick up the halo on the ground, exhaled, and wiped off the black on the halo with her clothes, making the halo turn golden again.

Then she put it on her head with her backhand and groaned in comfort.

"How can I thank you, powerful mortal."