The whole universe is praising my vest

A new temple was established in the territory ruled by the Luo family, the most prosperous area on the surface.

The people rejoiced and felt incomparably honored. Only Luoxia watched the gradually completed temple, the golden light in his eyes faded, and was stained with a thick dark color.

On the day when the temple was completed, the god whose deadline was approaching summoned Luo Xia to him.

Luo Xia maintained a half-kneeling position, with one hand propped on the ground, and he didn't raise his head for a long time.

"As I said, I need you to complete a task after I die." The god's calm voice came from above Luoxia's head, "Now is the time."

At this moment, Luo Xia still couldn't accept the reality, "The God of Medicine said you were self-destructive, why did you do that?"

"I took you to see the source of my birth." An He said, "The essence of God is part of the rules, and we can change the rules because we have the same root and origin as the rules. However, the existence of God is not higher than the rules. "An He's voice slowed down, "If you change the rules arbitrarily, you will eventually have to pay a price."

Luo Xia's palm holding the ground tightened tightly, and his nails pierced into his palm.

"When I was just born, many human beings felt strange. They didn't understand why the savior they prayed for would be a symbol of disaster." An He continued, as if thinking of something interesting It’s a trivial matter, Weibucha smiled, “Of course it’s because the framework here is built by most of the negative rules, and I, who was born from the rules, naturally control diseases and pain.”

"Children will be like their parents because they have inherited their parents' genes." An He said, "That's exactly the reason."

Luo Xia's breathing was slightly stagnant, and what An He said reminded him of an amazing possibility.

"You guessed right." An He saw his thoughts and smiled slightly, "I am a contradictory body with you, and I am essentially one of the disasters that you need to resist. If you want my existence to continue, you must If I want my authority to be strengthened, I must use the suffering of living beings as a sacrifice."

Luo Xia swayed unsteadily, this fact dealt him a more serious blow than what the God of Medicine said before.

The prosperity and joy of human beings is actually completely contrary to their gods.

For one side to become strong, the other must make sacrifices.

Even now, no one can resist the mighty power of the gods, let alone the earlier ages.At that time, the number of human beings was scarce, and there were very few people with supernatural powers. They couldn't eat enough or wear warm clothes, and couldn't maintain their full physical strength. In the eyes of the gods, they were probably weaker than ants, and they would be trampled to death if they were not careful.If God wants to follow his instinct and spread disaster, there will be no hindrance.

However, God made the opposite choice.

He helps the continuation of human beings, just like the wild flower that once cared for the cracks in the cliff.

Luo Xia bent down deeply, pressing his forehead against the cold ground.

"I have almost rewritten the rules, and the last difficulty you have left is me." An He said, "Don't forget, I am part of the disaster that plagues you. After I die, I will destroy my body and godhead. Even if the environment is not as good as the outside, it can still be barely good, at least you don’t have to worry about survival anymore.”

Luo Xia shook his head blankly: "No, I can't do it."

"Only you can do it." An He said mercilessly, "When I saw you constantly honing yourself in the past, I was very gratified and believed that you were the person who could entrust me with responsibilities, so I trained you with all my heart. You If you refuse, are you going to disappoint my expectations and let the disaster sweep after my death?"

Luo Xia had never hated his own strength so much, which led him to accept this cruel task.

Luo Xia gritted his teeth and forced himself to nod weakly.

"That's good." An He's tone was gentle, "Human strength cannot destroy the godhead, and I will give you two artifacts."

"Even if you have the artifact, this is destined to be a long project, so I will give you a long life."

An He took out the artifacts. The first one was a white bone wrapped in black silk threads, exuding an ominous and treacherous atmosphere; the other was a dark brown wooden dagger, exuding a light blue brilliance. Green vines, dotted with small white flowers in the middle of the leaves, are not like sharp weapons for killing people, but more like beautiful handicrafts.

"The former is made by taking out my own bones, and the latter is an artifact given by the Goddess of the Earth. If the God of Medicine can help, it will be safer, but unfortunately he is not willing." Having said this, An He sighed, and he continued He told Luo Xia, "When destroying the godhead, the Goddess' artifact should be used as the main one, and mine will be used as a support. Be careful when using my artifact, so as not to affect the power of the godhead."

Luo Xia knelt down on his knees, slowly raised his hands, and An He handed the artifact into his hands.

Feeling the weight on his hands, Luo Xia realized that this was a weapon to destroy the gods, and his body began to tremble.

"You should be happy." An He said, "After I leave with the disaster, you will no longer encounter irresistible danger."

Luo Xia couldn't help sobbing.

Re-enacting this passage, An He couldn't help but reflect on whether he had gone too far.

However, this was indeed the only solution at the time, and it was also the optimal solution.

The tragedy will be remembered more, and the regret will be more profound.

Because of the promotion of fate, it is also An He's own choice. The legends created by An He in each life are very complete.

Having said that, some of the acquaintances or enemies of other vests have probably lived to this day.

If they found out that they were "resurrected"...

Forget it, such a troublesome situation should not be imagined.

It was beyond An He's expectation that Luo Xia didn't destroy his godhead.

The identity of the god of disease was exposed this time because of a special situation, and there will be no second time.

"The reason why the new temple is built here is because it will become the most prosperous capital of the kingdom in the future. It can bring benefits to the divine weapon of the goddess of the earth, and it will also help you use the divine weapon of the goddess of the earth." An He walked a few steps, "I put The cornerstone of the temple was moved here, and a special structure was made, which will form a seal, only you can come in, if the negative rule power I left behind fluctuates, it will be difficult to pass it to the outside world."

An He arranged everything in detail.

Luo Xia said hoarsely: "Yes."

An He climbed the stairs and sat on the throne.

"I'm done talking."

"The rest of the matter will be left to you." An He's voice softened, as if he was about to fall asleep, "Don't hesitate, the age of God will eventually pass, and it will be the age of man."

After speaking, An He closed his eyes.

Luo Xia waited for a while, but there was no movement from the throne at the top of the stairs.

Then he realized that the life of God was cut off.

The god of sickness has closed his eyes forever.

At the same time as the gods fell, in a remote place outside the human living area, the hanging mountain peaks and the temples sitting on the top of the mountain began to collapse.

When the rock fell halfway, it kept splitting and softening, and when it fell to the surface, it had already turned into black snow.

Endless thick dark clouds gathered in the sky, and countless large raindrops crashed down, mixed with pitch-black snowflakes, as if the scene of the end of the world.

This is the world mourning the lost children.

The other believers didn't know what happened, but it didn't prevent them from realizing the departure of the god and crying out with heartache.

There are mourners everywhere.

Luo Xia came out of the new temple in a trance with the artifact in his hand.

He rolled his eyes numbly, and saw a tree whose branches were bent by the heavy rain, but still vigorous and growing tenaciously.

Only he knows, behind these increasingly common phenomena, what kind of price was paid by a being who was born high and high.

As if stimulated by this scene, and as if he had been suppressed for too long and couldn't bear it any longer, one of Luo Xia's eyes shed reddish tears.

Next, time lost its meaning to Luo Xia.

He watched the familiar people and things disappear one after another, the times changed, and the royal family members changed from generation to generation.

Later, he was too lazy to remember the faces that changed too quickly.

Luo Xia became reclusive, and only the mission God left him gave him the real sense of being alive.

He has been continuing the task of destroying the god body and godhead, until one day, the right hand of the god body is about to be wiped out.

Luo Xia raised the divine weapon dagger, tightly gripping the handle of the dagger, unable to swing it down for a long time.

After a long and intense psychological struggle, Luo Xia slowly let out a breath, and put down the artifact at an extremely slow speed.

The disappearance of every finger of the divine body before was no less than a stab to his heart. Luo Xia's spirit had already reached the limit of endurance, and he really couldn't do it.

Luo Xia decided to give up.

Giving up on destroying the divine body did not mean that he turned a blind eye to the potential harm.Luo Xia thought of another way. He kept the god body as it was. Whenever the godhead fluctuated, or the negative rules of the internal seal began to expand, he would use the divine weapon to suppress it and control the situation within a controllable range.

This is even more tiring for Luo Xia, who needs to tense his nerves all the time, but his mood is much more relaxed.

Unfortunately, the method Luo Xia came up with was just his wishful thinking.

Over the years, false gods quietly began to breed.

The budding false god is very weak and unable to fight against Luo Xia who holds the artifact, so the false god hides himself and whitewashes the appearance, making Luo Xia think that the situation is still under his control, but the false god has been secretly accumulating strength.

God and man are not at the same latitude at all.

Even if it is a false god, it is easy to deceive a human being.

When Luo Xia discovered this, it was already too late.

The false god was completely born, causing huge turmoil in the capital. When the outside world was full of wailing because of the disaster, Luo Xia stayed alone in his palace, and covered his palm with golden light, piercing his heart bit by bit. .

There was no pain on Luo Xia's face at all, but a hint of relief on the contrary.

He arbitrarily violated the will of the gods, resulting in the current result. He betrayed his own beliefs, betrayed the country, and betrayed the Luo family's blood.

He is a sinner.

Luo Xia thought that he was not qualified to use the artifact to kill himself, nor was he worthy of letting his dirty blood stain the ground of the temple, so he chose to end his own life in his own palace.

An He, who was on the sidelines, understood Luo Xia's knot in his heart.

Just as he guessed, in reality Luo Xia knew that he couldn't fall down, so he insisted on dealing with the follow-up troubles of the false god's birth. In fact, he hated himself to the extreme in his heart, and wanted to kill himself. This wish could only be realized in a dream.After death, Luo Xia will return to the beginning of the dream, start all over again, and start again and again.

He trapped himself in a recurring nightmare from which he could not escape.

An He came out and said to Luo Xia, "Are you going to escape like this?"

Luo Xia's movements stopped suddenly.

His eyes were red, and his golden pupils were variegated by the years, staring at An He, trembling all over.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-04-1517:19:46~2021-04-1616:26:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: I don’t, I’m a big fool;

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