This moment was terrifying.

Although this is just a guess, it is enough to make people panic.

The god held his hand and walked to the center of the church. As the ceremony began, Su Mingan felt his whole body begin to heat up.

He has never been in such a nervous mood, this world is like a trap for him.

"Wow--"

White, feather-like tentacles broke out from his back. He gradually felt dizzy. The god stood in front of him, holding his shoulders.

"What on earth are you doing...?" Su Mingan said.

"Start the ceremony? What else can you do?" The god said, "I am going to give you the power that an angel should have, and of course there will be some physical reactions."

But Su Mingan couldn't feel at ease.

He moved his right hand, and Arman's sword appeared in his hand. The tip of the sword pointed forward and pressed against the god's chest. The god did not take a step forward, but just clasped his shoulders. The two maintained a confrontational posture.

Su Mingan felt dizzy. As the ceremony progressed, blood-red lines gradually appeared on his pure white tentacles, like heavy chains.

"I've been waiting for you...Really, I've been waiting for you to come back..." During the ceremony, the god's hand clasped his shoulders tightly and said this suddenly.

"Wha...what?"

Su Mingan could barely hear his own voice. His senses began to fade, and he could only vaguely see the mirror-like eyes of the gods under the overwhelming white light.

He understood from the beginning - the look of nostalgia shown by the gods from time to time, and the "goodbye gift from the gods" said by the sea god tree when giving him the eyes of the past, let him know that the role he played and the gods

Have seen it before.

Since Su Wensheng is not his origin, then there should have been his origin in the past thousand years.

Sure enough, his life experience has not been fully investigated. The current situation has been fully understood - he is the savior summoned by fifty fire bearers. However, the situation a thousand years ago cannot be traced at all. The role he played

, what kind of disputes did you have with the gods thousands of years ago?

The god stretched out his hand and clasped a silver-white ring on Su Mingan's right thumb. With a "click" sound, the metal ring pressed against the root of his finger, like a tightly fitting logical chain or an exquisite lock.

"What is this?" Su Mingan asked.

"Don't take it off," said the spirit.

Su Mingan grasped the hilt of the sword tightly and thrust it forward without hesitation. He wanted to make a tentative attack to see how the god would respond.

But he didn't expect that the tip of Arman's sword directly penetrated the chest of the god and poked out from his back, and blood seeped out. However, there was no pain on his face.

…

【You attacked (god).】

[Automatically activate BOSS battle mode.]

[BOSS (god), combat power: 4000]

[Our own combat power: 4200]

[Current winning odds comparison: 51.28%]

…

Su Mingan was stunned when he saw the system interface that popped up.

...The gods only have 4,000 combat power?

The gods were so quick to stop him from committing suicide before and often teleported to his side. He thought the gods were omnipotent, but in the end he only had 4,000 points?

The god fell backwards. Su Mingan maintained the posture of holding the sword and watched the god in front of him pull away from the tip of the sword little by little, leaving a long line of blood. His sword pierced the heart.

The floor tiles are painted with mythological stories praising the gods, and the blood of the gods drips on these stories. The stained glass is slightly shiny. It has spent a long time here and has witnessed the changes in the world. Now it has once again witnessed important events.

the happening of something.

--Killing God.

Su Mingan watched the god fall in disbelief. The tentacles on his back were extremely heavy. He gasped for air and felt his vision spinning. The white tentacles behind him were flowing on the ground. There were too many and too heavy. When he stepped forward, he felt like

Dragging his body. The whole church was shaking.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock.

The colorful brilliance shines through the colored window onto Su Mingan's blood-stained sword tip, revealing a glimmer of silence. The young man killed the god here, but no one watched this scene. Only the birds and black crows perched on the eaves of the church

Wail hoarsely.

He wanted to take a half step forward to see if the god was really dead.

Dragging the white tentacles behind him, making a rumbling sound, he took half a step forward with difficulty, squatted down, and touched the god's face.

This indistinguishable face fell into silence. A few strands of white hair hung on his forehead. His eyelids were closed. His skin felt like a human being. It was soft, but extremely cold. It was so irritating that Su Mingan shrank his fingers and thought.

He touched the ice.

He pushed aside the white hair and touched the pulse of the god's neck, but there was no beating sensation. He then touched the god's chest and cut the fabric on the chest with his long sword.

This body belongs to the gods. He has been a god in this world for thousands of years. He stands at the top of the world. In the eyes of people, he is omniscient and omnipotent. He inherits everyone’s yearnings and prayers. Now he is quiet.

Lying on the cold ground, lying in a church filled with stories praising Him, Su Mingan touched the skin and found that His body was no different from that of humans.

There is no heartbeat.

Su Mingan was pressed against her chest and abdomen, but she didn't hear any heartbeat.

...Did he really kill the god?

"Son of God."

A cold voice came from behind.

Su Ming'an turned around suddenly, and what was coming from the door of the church was a god.

He still looked the same as before, with white hair and white robes. There was no anger on his face, only calm.

Su Ming'an turned back, and the body on the ground was still there. It seemed that the god had changed his body, and it was indeed difficult for him to kill him.

"How many times do I have to kill you before you die?" Su Mingan said.

"You care about me so much, I thought you wanted to keep me." The god said.

"On the contrary." Su Mingan said.

The god stopped in front of him and the ceremony continued. Su Mingan felt dizzy again. Most of the tentacles were stained with blood.

"I have observed many vast worlds and watched their prosperity and destruction. The fate of the world is determined." The god said.

Su Mingan raised his eyes.

The spirit said: "Zhai Xing is just a small boat sailing in the dark. It is a narrow boat. It sails alone in the long night. It can be easily destroyed by lighting a torch. It is too small and has no value to save. You

We should have gotten out of it long ago.”

"A stable, strong, and mature civilization should have abundant survival resources and a stable social structure. It should calculate its own possibilities and future development directions. Variables, sensibilities, and unknowns are all things that should be controlled.

Civilization should operate in a certain order."

"I am measuring and determining this stable pattern, eliminating development directions that may bring destruction - this should be the healthiest development trend of a civilization. And you are a person who can create miracles. You can help me stabilize the civilization, and also

Can create variables to destroy civilization, I need you. Now you have become my angel, so I tell you this information."

"I told you...I can't do it." Su Mingan denied it.

He would not affirm the words of the gods. Every word of the gods was pushing him into the pit of fire.

"Are you willing to become an ordinary person? Are you willing?" The god laughed: "You have witnessed such a vast world, come into contact with the vast universe, and have even personally communicated with high-dimensional creatures. You walk with the gods and interact with the gods.

He maintains confrontation, fights for civilization, and touches the mysteries of the universe, time and space. But in the end, he is willing to become an ordinary person in Zhai Xing, who will live, grow old, sick and die in an ordinary way, and his life will be limited to a small civilization - I just shaped it for you

A nightmare like this, don’t you think it’s scary?”

Su Mingan stared at the god.

He opened his mouth, but could no longer speak. His back seemed to be covered with a heavy lock, and he felt that his back was heavy. The blood color had spread to three-quarters of the tentacles. When it completely covered the tentacles, the ritual would begin.

Finish.

He didn't think this was a good thing. Why should all the pure white tentacles be dyed red in a ceremony to become an angel?

He felt a heavy feeling coming from the thumb of his right hand. The silver-white ring that the gods put on him seemed to be the symbol of an angel, engraved with gorgeous carvings.

"I'm sorry for giving you a nightmare." The god said:

"Zhai Xing shouldn't hold you back."

"...You should have given up long ago."

…

"Ding dong!"

[The gods are inviting you to become a dimension ascender.]

[Do you agree to the invitation of the gods to become a [Dimension Upgrader]? (Dimension Upgraders exist independently of the player status and will no longer return to the main god space. You can stay in this world, and you are no longer bound by the identity of a "player".

The gods will help you find the way to ascend).]
To be continued...