Many years later, facing the sun collapsing above his head, Lund Ingersoll will recall the distant afternoon when he and Bai Zhu first really met.
The golden heat evaporated from the ground cracks hundreds of meters above his head, and smoke evaporated. In that narrow room, with the sound of the black and white TV, his mouth was dry, his eyes were red, and his head was covered with sweat.
.
But he didn't seem to feel it. He didn't look at himself, and he couldn't hear his heart beating like a drum in his chest. He just stared blankly ahead, like a stiff stone.
The man in the wheelchair had his hands splayed out, and his long platinum hair hung down to his shoulders. In the silence that seemed to be empty and long, a kind of dazzling brilliance was faintly exuded.
Glory and vision, those sublime yet unfamiliar words, all those words that speak of the future and the grand narrative, seem to indicate the birth of a legendary drama, and also seem to indicate the end of a glorious event.
Like a god holding his quill, pronouncing judgment on all things.
Lund listened dully, watching the man in the wheelchair hugging the sun with both hands, and every blood vessel in him seemed to be freezing in the trembling excitement.
In a barren life.
He had never had a moment like this...
The inexplicable and solemn surging momentum is constantly rising. This momentum is like a lion and tiger, like a ferocious beast, like a flood, like the sun above the head that is high above the sky, is eternally noble, and can never crash. It is bright, blazing, terrifying, and powerful.
Among all the stars, nothing is more dazzling than it, and nothing is more awe-inspiring than it!
simply.
People can't help but have the urge to worship...
The wheelchair moved forward a step at this moment, and the face suddenly came so close. Lund looked at him and smiled and said a few words.
He could only hear a few words clearly, and the blood all over his body ran cold.
"You said..."
He clenched his fingers with all his strength, his voice began to tremble and tremble, his knees softened, and the sudden overwhelming hope and sorrow could no longer be suppressed, and his heart was about to explode.
"Is this...really...?"
deceased.
Can it really be resurrected?
"Of course it's true. God loves the world, so how could I lie to you?"
Bai Shu stared at those red eyes for a long time, smiled and stroked his head: "So, come and join me."
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A few hours later.
In the seemingly endless silver-white corridor, Lei Li, who had gained a lot of weight, bared his teeth. He lowered his head to look at Baizhu, who was turning the wheelchair in front of him, and then looked back with a little doubt on his face:
"Is it done? Boss, there can't be any fraud in this, right? Before you leave, he threw a fireball with his backhand and raised our base..."
There was a bit of worry and reluctance in Rayleigh's tone.
This silver-white corridor, or base, is located deep underground in Blanc City and houses countless failed creations of Baizhu.
This is the work of people like Raleigh.
Olawn——
As the first batch of lives used by the druids to repair the Celtic world, even though they were equipped with security keys and had hopelessly flawed lives, they were still endowed with endless blessings by the spirits of natural wisdom.
Less power.
Control flames, give life, reshape matter, activate body...
In a space and time far too far away to be imagined, Olawn, who is absolutely controlled by the security key, under the instructions of the druids, carries the ashes after the universe is extinguished, mends the sky, repairs the cracked celestial bodies and oceans,
Use flesh and blood and body to fill the holes in the world that have been expanding and shrinking due to the ancient divine war.
Even though they inherited a small amount of Olawn's blood that was almost negligible, Rayleigh and his homeless friends were still members of Olawn.
Strengthened by the divine blood of Fermor in Bai Shu's body, they cleared the soil and rock formations underground, and in the past few months, they dug out this secret passage like an infinite corridor.
After discovering that the strengthened body could eat dirt instead of food, Rayleigh and the others felt like they had discovered a new world, and each of them expressed that God was helping them.
certainly.
Baizhu also said he was very happy about the cost savings.
…
"Don't worry, he won't."
"Why not?" Rayleigh said reluctantly.
"As long as he can grab something, even if it is a broken rope hanging on the cliff, even if it falls into a puddle of meat paste, as long as he can grab it, he will be willing to do so. A person who has nothing from the beginning, his desire
There are far more than you think. I know this kind of people very well. I, no... I used to be one of them."
Bai Shu said calmly: "Leili, I know him better than you think. He is like a shadow of the past. Although it is not so consistent, how can you not understand such a person?"
The fat man scratched his butt in confusion, and finally followed behind in confusion.
"You go and guide him."
The wheelchair continued to walk for a while, then Baizhu stopped and gave instructions.
The illusion he had of having a picnic at the artificial lake was about to expire.
Although the power of [True Illusion] is powerful, it cannot continue indefinitely, and the reason why the Fermor Protoss is so powerful is not because of gadgets such as illusions and fog eyes.
Only power.
It is more majestic than a mountain, broader than the sea, more powerful than all the heavens and seas combined, infinite, and almost as powerful as the Titans!
They ruled the Celtic world with absolute tyranny for a long time to eternity. It was not until the great will awakened again that the new Danu Protoss took over the position of overlord.
Compared with that huge power, both [Eye in the Mist] and [Real Illusion] are just ants beside the giant beast.
In other words, after [White] dismantled Jusias, the reason why the bloodline grimoire named after the dead giant had powers such as fog eyes and illusions was simply that the incomplete giant needed some additional power.
Protect it from dying on the way to growth.
Young children will be confined to their rooms by their caregivers because the crickets, soil, rocks and sharp blades of grass in the garden are damaging to their soft and white texture.
So.
What about adults?
Even the newborn Fermor giants can distort the solid structure of space and time. With only pure power, they can easily create phenomena such as spells, illusions, magic, astrology, and prophecies.
How can power be such an inconvenience!
The power that can destroy everything can naturally also recreate everything!!!
And as long as there are enough attribute values.
Then he...
Bai Shu licked the corner of his mouth, and looked across the room, seeing the face of the man kneeling on the ground, crying bitterly:
"In a few days, bring him to the orphanage to meet me."
…
Much later.
Lunde finally understood one thing, the white magicians are different from [white].
Those incarnations that descended into different universes are just a thought, a thought, a trace of consciousness, and an emotion of the Absolute Almighty God, just like a pebble on a snow-capped mountain or a drop of water in the ocean.
They have richer emotions, complex love and hate.
And all kinds of human principles and desires that have long been abandoned by the Absolute Almighty God...
A few days later, disguised as a social volunteer, he came to the orphanage under the leadership of Reilly.
Lund passed through the rusty red iron door and the garden covered with small gravels, and came to the restaurant.
Sunlight scatters mottled shadows through the carved iron railings. Countless children sit noisily around the long shamwood table, and the sound fills the sky, making a sound like the quacking of a thousand ducks in a pond.
Children's cartoons are shown on the restaurant TV.
A pink piglet was playing hide-and-seek with a snake. The snake's tail was fat and round, with tawny spots that reminded Lund of the cheese hot dog sticks he had eaten for breakfast.
Like most children, the young god is also obediently holding his head high and staring at the TV screen with a serious and serious expression.
As if aware of Lunde's gaze, Bai Shu turned the wheelchair around.
