In the distant East, this is a land that is said to be despised by God, and the people here have no faith.

"People without faith are like walking dead, because their souls are empty, and they have left their costumes? "—"Faith and Soul"

Oriental buildings are always called symmetry. At this moment, in a simple but unique courtyard, two men are playing chess at this moment.

Neither of them spoke, and looked at the chessboard in front of them quietly. If Xu Fu Meng was there, he would be particularly surprised. This was actually a confrontation between Go and black and white chess pieces, and it seemed to be evenly matched.

The man sitting in the upper left corner looked middle-aged, wearing a pitch-black robe, black hair, and black eyes. He looked ordinary, with nothing surprising, and his presence was particularly low, just like the kind of A, B, C and D that would not be found in the crowd. Only the ring on his left hand carved with a weird black lotus seemed a little eye-catching.

The man in black robe held a black chess in his hand, and his movements were strange. He basically had no hesitation, his eyes were calm, and his thumb would touch the black lotus ring on his index finger from time to time. The twelve-petaled black lotus was a bit intriguing.

The man facing the chess was a man in white robe, who was also middle-aged, but the man in white robe and the man in black robe had two extremes, with long golden hair, golden eyes, fair skin, handsome appearance, and elegant temperament. In every move, he seemed to be writing a poem, and a full bard. Although he had entered middle age, a man in his forties had a flower, let alone such a presence with both appearance and temperament. At this moment, the man in white robe was pinching a white chess with his hand, with the most raised corners of his mouth, a gentle smile, and the sunlight fell on his side, which was enough to make many noble ladies crazy.

"The weather is really good today, and I can't help but want to recite a poem." A handsome blonde man in white robe smiled.

The man in black robe ignored it and then played his own chess. After a long time, he said, "How are you all prepared? It's only two days, and it's a little hasty, but the opportunity is not to be missed."

The man in white robe also restrained his smile. This was the first time that God of the Father came in ten thousand years. For them, this was an opportunity or a crisis, but no matter what, he had to give it a try, right?

"Aren't you going to save your sister?" The man in black robe made a move and slaughtered most of the dragon.

The man in white robe frowned slightly, and tried to save the situation, and said, "Everything is arranged. The goddess of fate has long put the tarot card representing your destiny into thousands of cards. No one knows when it will collapse, right?"

The man in black robe looked at the blonde handsome man's left hand and understood what he meant, because he knew that his left hand could always hold the throat of fate.

The breeze blew, and the leaves of the mulberry tree rustled. In the chessboard situation below, the man in the black robe had already gained the advantage. He had always ended invincible. In this game, the handsome blonde still lost.

"Have the nagging in your family decreased in recent years?" the blonde man smiled again.

The man in black robe frowned slightly, looking a little unhappy, but he still shook his head and said that it was still the case.

"You are cruel enough, too." The blonde man continued: "Fate has its own arrangements, but you want to betray the goddess' right hand. Now you can't even hold the goddess' skirt. Fate has been out of your control."

The man in black robe glanced coldly and said lightly: "But I can chop off your so-called hand of fate."

The handsome blonde man laughed and seemed to be very happy. He could always make him angry with this topic. There is probably only one thing that can make him angry.

"You are not the same for men who control their destiny? Can you control your sister?" The man sneered, with a slightly disdainful smile.

"That's her own choice. You can still touch the hem of fate in front of you. She has already controlled her own destiny. Or, is she still alive?" The blonde man's eyes flashed with haze, but it flashed by. He looked up at the clouds in the sky, and finally smiled, saying, "She has suffered pain, but she can surpass all of us, right? She is a lightning bolt that we can't control in the sky. No one knows where it will explode."

The man in black robe looked at the chessboard that was unbearable. His chess skills have always been so bad. He stood up slightly, looked at the West, and said, "Is it enough for her to deal with it?"

The blonde man laughed and said, "She is my sister, but she is a member of your organization. Whether she can handle it depends on you. But I will go there. Ordinary people only know that this is the first miracle, but in the secret scriptures of Shentu, that's not what it said. I can't say that my dear sister will become the first woman to knock out the gods."

The weather was clear and slightly hot. From time to time, a stone tablet stood next to the stone table, with several large ink-scalding characters on it.

"There is no boundary between darkness and light, nor is there any boundary. What I control is not a powerful force, but a simple spear. What he penetrates is not the so-called light, nor the so-called darkness, but the disgusting belief between light and darkness."

The man in black robe and the man in white robe slowly stood up and came to the other side of the stone tablet at the same time. There were also these big words on this side, but they were like blood-writing, with bright red handwriting, fierce murderous aura, and a bloodthirsty light flashing.

"Is this God's blood? It's the same hot, the same bright red, and the same will be cold and condensed soon. Do they have countless faiths? Why can I easily kill people from this god world? Why is the so-called God so vulnerable? People will die, why does God also? So what is the eternal life pursued by faith? Perhaps God will be very powerful, but what can he give to believers, or what does he own? Today, my spear pierces God's body, and tomorrow, he will use God's blood to write a new order and establish a more reliable faith. If such a weak creature is worthy of worship, then I can also collect your soul, your faith, your life, your faith!"

The man in black robe waved his left hand slightly, and next to the stone tablet, a stone tablet slowly appeared, with no words on it. With a wave, he controlled the movement of the soil and condensed the soil and stones under his feet into this stone tablet without words.

"Save this stone tablet for her to write." After saying that, the man in black robe turned around and left slowly.

The blonde man looked at the distant West, smiled slightly, and took a step slightly, but it was already a hundred meters away! He was going to that place, the place that could not be tolerated. This time, his left hand was going to really try it, holding the goddess of fate, the throat of this son!

(I like this character of the blonde man very much. It strangles the throat of fate, mainly to motivate those students who are frustrated in the exam. The skirt of the goddess of fate will eventually be taken off as long as you want to take it off, and if you persist, you will eventually take it off! Speaking of which, I am a bit like this myself. I won’t say much. I wish everyone good exams. Finally, I would like to recommend and collect, shamelessly ask for rewards, hehe.)
Chapter completed!