0606 Chapter Twelve: The Not Eternal Dusk (Section 73)
The holographic images condensed by magic condensed in the empty cave of the Great Temple, layer upon layer, reflecting dozens of independent images at the same time.
It is surrounded by damp and smooth stone walls, divided into countless symmetrical triangles by the lavender arcane halo, and each one is filled with mysterious runes.
In the ankle-deep water, four vague human-shaped figures stood, each staring solemnly at the superimposed three-dimensional picture in front of them that ordinary people could not understand.
For mortals who have not yet escaped from the third dimension, the overlapping scenes may not be easy to imagine. Then maybe you can think about what it would sound like to play dozens of pieces of music at the same time.
In the picture, you can see Cai Pixiu selling space battleships; you can see Shabu's body chewing stars in his sleep; you can see Mei Bixi inspecting the sect's disciple Da Bi; you can see Ai Luogensi among the corpses.
Zhongda kills everyone...
The overlapping three-dimensional images are clear and independent under the eleven-dimensional vision of the supreme gods.
This is an interesting thing.
People who originally lived in the real universe that included all dimensions lived the same life as the three-dimensional mortals in the underlying universe.
They cannot, like the sentient beings born in the lower cosmic system, sublimate and evolve in the system until they finally leap to the next dimension and become gods.
For them, life inside and outside the system is separate.
In the past, Euripides, Aeschylus and Sophocles could control the wind and rain in the real universe, move the stars around, and mediate creation while breaking through the last barrier.
But among the residents of the real universe who could easily do all this in the lower universe system from the beginning, no one has ever taken the step of immortality in the real universe where they were born and raised.
Therefore, they are afraid.
Among the overlapping high-dimensional pictures, there are more foreign students that Zhen Cheng has met in Blood Candle Castle, as well as more ordinary creatures that she has never heard of.
The amnesiac Qu Yun quietly used the cultivation method to unfold the game, and countless creatures unknowingly became pawns in the game.
As opponents in the game, they could only find these scratchy clues for a while.
This is the headquarters of the Purification Oversight Agency's Great Cathedral located in the unified universe.
According to the teachings spread by the apostles, this is a holy place that can only be used for major gatherings of high-level church officials and to welcome the coming of the Creator God.
In the endless universe of all the heavens, under almost every earth, there is a replica of the temple in front of you.
Except for the different dimensional structure, they look exactly the same on the surface.
Such a thing is definitely not something that the apostolic power developed by the Divine Order among the native creatures in the lower universe can do.
After all, in some worlds, apostolic organizations may have emerged in earlier times than the Neolithic Age.
This is caused by the mysterious "God Lord" who imitated Nuwa and modified the underlying logic of the universe system and left a back door.
It is these stone halls that are consistent with each other and perfectly resonate with each other, which constitute the unique rule of the Supreme Holy Judgment Group where everyone is me and I am everyone.
It sounds beautiful and noble. But the irony is that the so-called collective is not because all individuals pursue a better life and seek greater strength together, but to facilitate all individuals to restrain themselves and facilitate the management and rule of the Supreme God.
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The most basic concept of the apostolic organization is actually very, very simple.
There is neither profound divine magic nor future scientific laws summarized from the highly developed world. It is so simple that many self-generated rulers among mortals can play with ease.
As long as society is complex enough, people will not realize why they are unfortunate, and they will never be able to figure out whose pocket the value they create goes into.
As long as you firmly hold the right to speak and shut up those who understand, then mortals will always be believers of the gods.
Or to sum it up more succinctly, the fundamental starting point chosen by the mysterious God Lord for the Divine Tribunal is the ignorance in human nature.
This is a conclusion that can only be drawn by a wise man from a bird's eye view, with his heart full of contempt, disdain, and malice.
Sadly, the order based on malice has been stable for tens of billions of years, running through an entire universe era. And in the next two eras, its ghost lingers, following it like a shadow.
You can kill a person's body, but his mind will live on forever.
This sentence can be used for all the beautiful aspects of human nature, such as hope, fairness, freedom, dreams...
But it can also be used in all the ugliest angles: selfishness, greed, tyranny, arbitrariness...
The Supreme Holy Judgment Group is a group of gods who use the most despicable eyes and methods to view and deal with the sentient beings at the bottom of the universe.
They are also a group of people who give up their lives and happiness and dedicate everything to their compatriots for the most noble responsibility and mission.
The focus of Krypton? Zun's sight shifted and locked, and a three-dimensional image was highlighted by highlights in the stacked images.
That was an image of Zhen Cheng naked, curled up and suspended in front of the [original image] like a newborn baby.
"There is no retreat, we need... war."
As he spoke, his unique gaze that could penetrate the soul swept across the faces of the three colleagues one by one.
"I have finally waited for this day. I thought you, old guy, had lost your courage!" The red-haired Wei Zunzun's eyes flashed and he clenched his fists tightly in his chest.
There was resentment in his eyes, but more importantly, there was fanaticism.
"War means breaking up with that Lord. He now has the right to expel us from the C-Entropy Integrated Administration."
Ping? Zun's eyes are full of wisdom. He looks both real and illusory, and his words are also ambiguous, making it difficult for people to understand his true meaning.
"Not really," the only goddess among the four said with a meaningful smile in her eyes:
"Lamarck is neither Nuwa nor Prometheus. He is not our ally, but he has never stood on the side of those ants.
We are here, and no matter what the ants have done, most of the responsibility lies with us. This was also the condition for the Atonement faction to compromise and retain the jury.
If we are no longer here, he will bear all the responsibilities alone.
When Miss World shows no mercy and brings things to such an extent, which side do you think that adult will stand on?"
The goddess is far less beautiful than Qu Yun, and does not have the irresistible temptation of Lilith. But it makes people want to stare at her face and not look away.
Once you move away, you will forget her appearance in the next second. This is not a metaphor.
"Lamarck will not and should not stand aside." Krypton? Zun categorically concluded without any doubt:
"It is our obligation and responsibility to deal with pests."
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possess the memory of the previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Different from other places in the Demon Suppression Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Zhenmo Division.