How is this possible? So many years of faith are just a shadow puppet show?!
No one dares to admit, and no one wants to admit, that their years of spiritual sustenance are actually just the product of political deception, and are just the means of governance needed by the rulers.
And they are just puppets who have been indoctrinated with ideas, and under the control of the puppet master, they move step by step in the direction the latter wants.
"God?" A worker shouted in a broken voice, whether crying or laughing, "This is God?! Is our God... a liar?"
"Damn, damn!" they cursed, casting their hateful eyes at the Pope, "The Holy See, the Pope... these liars! You have to pay the price for this!"
"No, it won't happen. I, I am God!" The Pope stepped back, his eyes filled with the flames of despair, and he shouted hysterically: "I am the king of Fanas, I am the ruler! You guys
, you slaves deserve to die!"
"king?"
Jian Yan looked at the Pope in front of him and let out a burst of sarcastic laughter: "Ah, knowledge represents conspiracy and crime, but ignorance has a certain dignity? So, why do you say... King? Idiot!"
Step by step, he approached Hai Wuya and the Pope, who were extremely afraid of him, and laughed maniacally, as if he were a madman: "In my world, in my motherland, we burned the bishop, hung the king, and chopped
He killed the emperor's head and sent the warlords and nobles to the guillotine! High and low? Innate divine power? No one will be afraid of the so-called gods or bullshit royal power... This is fucking fair!"
"King? Who gave you the power!"
A flash of blue light appeared on Jian Yan's hand, covering his face in an instant.
If it never gets bright, then you will live in the dark.
If it is dangerous to make a sound, remain silent.
If you feel you are unable to shine, then crouch in a corner.
But don’t defend darkness when you get used to it, and don’t be proud of your own complacency.
Never ridicule those who are braver than yourself...
An earthworm shakes a tree, it is admirable but not self-respecting.
Mask of the Godhead, activate.
In an instant, chaos covered the brains of everyone present, especially Hai Wuya and the Pope who were closest to Jian Yi.
They can't move and have no control over their bodies.
The Pope was horrified to find that the scene in front of him fell into darkness.
Countless sticky tentacles stretched out from the abyss, tearing at his limbs crazily and dragging him into the bottomless night.
"No, don't..."
The pain in his brain made it almost impossible for him to think, and the unexplained murmurs kept irritating his nerves, as if they were going to tear him apart.
fear.
unknown.
"Hehehehe..." Jian Yi grabbed his collar and threw him into the workers, "You should get the end you deserve... Your Majesty, go to hell to repay your debt!"
On the other side, Hai Wuya looked at Gehrman and the workers approaching him step by step, completely powerless to resist.
Maybe he could gain the upper hand in the confrontation with Jian Jian, but he was powerless in the face of the massive influx of workers.
Too many.
Although the players' abilities and physical strength are much higher than those of NPCs, it is obvious that they are only mortal bodies and not truly invincible.
Along with the anger of the workers, Hai Wuya's health dropped visibly until...0.
"Lost..."
His body gradually became transparent and then completely shattered.
That Jian Zizai won the game without even attacking him personally.
Arabian Nights.
But this just happened.
This unknown guy who suddenly emerged from nowhere conquered two hell-level scripts with incredible power within a few days, and ended his 121-game winning streak with his own hands.
"Jian Zizai..." Hai Wuya let out a long breath, "I remember."
"It seems that... it helped everyone?" Elise stood by the street, looked at the situation that was gradually calming down, and murmured to herself.
The Faunas finally ushered in their own dawn.
Alex thought as he fell into Phryne's arms.
…
"Mr. V!" Gehrman's voice came from behind, stopping Jian Jian as he walked further and further under the light.
"Huh?" Jian Yi stopped, turned around and asked, "What's the matter?"
Hermann saluted him with a military salute and then asked: "You... you are not from Fanas, are you?"
"Well, not really." Jian Yi glanced at the time and asked, "What's the matter?"
"I just... thank you very much for your contribution," Hermann said somewhat self-deprecatingly, "for exposing a huge lie that has deceived us for eighty years."
Jian Yi shrugged and looked up at the dim street lights: "Thank me? Not really. I just went along with the flow to speed up the process. This stupid feudal system will be overthrown sooner or later. I just went along with it. Thank you.
...It's impossible to talk about. History may record this magical day, but there will be people who care about the role of 'v' in this event, or even whether 'v' exists."
"At least I care," Herman said seriously, "We care."
"Really?" Jian Yi said noncommittally, "But your god's true identity has been revealed... It will probably take a long time for Fanas to restructure the political system, right?"
"We will pay attention to these things, but this time," a cold light flashed in Hermann's eyes, "without those capitalists, nothing will happen."
"Well...those are just things for later. They probably have nothing to do with me, right? You can go away now." Jian Yi nodded slightly, yawned and said, "Go away, you can keep these troublesome things to deal with yourself."
…”
After hesitating for a moment, Hermann still asked the unimportant question: "If I say that I want to build a world where everyone is equal, do you think... we are stupid?"
"Oh?" Jian Jian raised his eyes and smiled lightly, "I have never been an idealist. On the contrary, I do think these so-called long-term prospects are out of reach, and even so ridiculous that they make me want to laugh. But I have never despised them -
—If the world were dominated by pure matter and reality, we would be doomed long ago.”
After that, he smoothed back his messy hair and turned into the dark alley, his body gradually becoming transparent.
No one can accept that the god they have worshiped for a long time is just a creature of lies. For a new country... it is better for him to be just a meaning and symbol of greatness and justice - rather than a real, multi-faceted, selfish and evil being.
"people".
Fanas does not need divine power, only a beacon.
Hermann sighed and shook his head, turned around and walked towards the central square.
He looked towards the east facing him, where a rising sun was slowly rising, driving away the gloomy dark clouds.
For those who have great ambitions to make sacrifices, they dare to teach the sun and the moon to change the sky.
After eighty years of dark ages, dawn finally breaks in the sky of Farnas.
The darkness will not last long because the sun will always rise.
