The storm condensed into the cloud tops, and the distant skyline was hazy and milky white. Accompanied by the roar of thunder, majestic waves tens of thousands of tons were thrown high into the sky, and then fell heavily.
The dark blue that covers the sky wants to hug the island below. The thick fluid curtain bends down according to the constraints of gravity. The splashing waves are covered with large white foam, like broken emeralds, and the pitter-patter water waves are invisible.
The soft gray mist surged slowly, slowly losing the moisture on his body.
Thunder swept across the sky again, and the isolated island beneath the huge waves still stood above the rolling sea. The thick fog gradually dissipated, and the semicircular barrier once again returned to nothingness.
"Mom, it's thundering!" A little boy pointed at the blue sky and tugged on his mother's clothes.
"Don't talk nonsense. It's a sunny day. How could there be thunder?" Her rough hands tightened the wet clothes in her hands. The middle-aged woman raised her head and slapped her son on the back, then picked up another piece of clothes.
"But it really thundered just now..."
The little boy who saw with his own eyes the terrifying lead dust just now replaced the blue sky and white clouds, and the ferocious lightning cracked the sky, had tears in his eyes. One of his three big round eyes was holding the clothes waiting to be dried in his hand, and the other was looking at his gloomy mother.
, one of them still glanced tentatively at the sky from time to time, expecting the next lightning to appear, so that his mother could see that he was not lying.
On the pure canvas-like sky, a concentrated pool of sun condenses like a block of oil paint, emitting light and heat. The towns on the ground are brightly lit, with farmers in robes and gentlemen in shorts all wearing lights.
An umbrella, the tentacles under my feet twisted and twisted, barely keeping up with the progress of my upper body.
The little boy Vali is the son of a wealthy family in this island kingdom. Unlike those clean poor children, his daily life is just to help his mother starch and wash clothes, and the short clothes on his body are always torn.
.
This is a newly popular style in recent years. Compared with the original clothes that were stained with mud, this one is more classy.
Twelve fingers tightly grasped the sleeves of the robe in his hand. Vali twisted his arms fiercely, and finally a few drops of water fell down.
Boom!
The dazzling silvery white took away the brilliance of the sun, and the ferocious branches growing backwards covered the sky. Vali, whose third eye glanced at the sky from time to time, was violently pulled towards his mother.
"Mom, look, it's really thundering!"
The little boy's excited shouts were shrill and harsh. The woman who was busy washing clothes turned her head angrily, her deep voice lingering in her throat. Before she even finished the words of scolding, the silvery white and huge waves that turned the entire sky upside down were reflected.
Come into view.
The monster made of pure water squeezes the air, and seems to be swallowing up this weird kingdom the size of a small town in the next second.
when!
The ethereal bell rang from afar, and the people fleeing in panic on the street suddenly lost their vitality. The strangely disappearing semicircular barrier reappeared, and the dissipated gray mist echoed between the sky and the dark threads hidden in the void.
Pulled it out.
Thousands of filaments were floating in the air, connected to the back of every member of the kingdom. These three-eyed, six-fingered, lower-body tentacles and upper-body human-like monsters flew up swayingly, hanging strangely in the air with big mouths.
Opening, the sharp teeth recited standard elven songs, the glass-like inorganic holes reflected the changes in the sky, the gray semicircle slowly closed, and tens of thousands of tons of seawater flowed backwards, returning to the bottom of the sea.
The next second, even the last bell finally disappeared, and the majestic waves were once again thrown high into the sky with the breath of the storm, their pure weight trying to resist the soft gray mist.
As deep as a large piece of jade, it shattered again, and white foam spread across the sponge. However, the gray mist that built this round world was still intact. It swayed lightly for a few times and disappeared into the air again, waiting for the next challenger.
s arrival.
The world with its rules turned upside down returned to normal. Zhou Mingrui, covered in robes, stood on the top of the mountain in the center of the island, looking at the dense black threads under him. After waving his hands to return his secret puppets to normal, he turned to look at himself.
The empty air next to it.
"Amon."
The withered yellow leaves are falling, and a pure white crow appears on the branch at some unknown time. The bird's nest in the right eye is surrounded by a black circle that is extremely conspicuous.
"I think I'm doing pretty well. I have about a one-third success rate."
The noise of the town rang again. Zhou Mingrui sat imagelessly on a relatively flat stone. His pale, slender palms slightly pulled in the air. The desolate mountain top was suddenly replaced by a marble palace, with a stone on the top.
Silver-white stars twinkle, forming a variety of strange constellations.
The pure white little crow flickered its wings to avoid the "uncle" sitting at the top of the long table. A smear of black emerged from under the feathers. The large robe covered her body, which was slightly thinner than that of a normal child. She ignored it.
He stepped over the long bronze table at his feet and sat down opposite the Prime Minister.
She glanced expectantly at the back of the high-backed chair behind her, and then her smiling face fell instantly.
"I knew this was definitely not the 'Origin Castle'."
"Can't you just let me go up there once?"
Zhou Mingrui, who was concentrating on the tea set in his hand, ignored the child's screams and just silently raised his head and glanced at it.
"'Origin Castle' has a marble palace, a long bronze table, corresponding twenty-two high-backed chairs, and stars dotted on the dome."
She pointed at the one-to-one replicas of the furnishings, and finally pointed behind her, regardless of Amon's increasingly ugly expression.
"You can go and take a look. I even put steps and light doors at the back, and hung the 'bacon' carefully."
Amon, who had a monocle hanging on his right eye, really looked back.
She stole the fog and distance that blocked her eyes, and really saw a "light door" and the so-called "bacon".
The corpses of hundreds of giant dragons and demonic wolves were hanging in mid-air, including "demons" and "alien species" among them. Only a few phoenixes were dotted at the front.
Is this what is called "bacon"?
Amon didn't believe in evil and tried his best to poke his head out, only to see that the so-called light gate was even more outrageous.
"Isn't that Osychus?"
Seeing that the King of Angels under his father was hung mercilessly on a half-opened giant door, the young Amon opened his mouth wide and his eyes were full of excitement.
She seems to have discovered a new way to play!
"You are wrong, that is just the historical projection of Osykus."
Zhou Mingrui took a sip of the barley tea that was just the right temperature.
Well, it’s the familiar smell of college.
There was a classmate from Chaoshan in the dormitory next to them. He had been in college for four years and successfully opened a teahouse for three years.
But I can only remember the taste of barley tea... Looking up at my friend's child, Zhou Mingrui waved his hand, and Oseikus, who was acting as the light source on the light door, instantly dissipated, along with the pure and innocent people who were patrolling the sea.
The white angels shivered inexplicably.
"I really don't know what you mean by staying on this boring island all day long."
Amon looked at the tea set plucked from history in front of Zhou Mingrui with some disgust. With a force of his hands, the vampire sculpture card bar that he found somewhere broke into two halves.
She threw the toy aside casually, reached her right hand under the table, and turned her wrist slightly through the blind spot of her vision.
A burst of coldness hit him, and the corner of Amon's mouth raised. He pulled back his right hand from under the table, wanting to see what he had stolen.
A pair of white palms with clear joints tightly grasped the "thief's" hand. Zhou Mingrui, who was standing next to the seat at the bottom, looked at Amon who was caught by him with a serious expression.
"I should have told you not to steal anything in front of me, especially your own body."
His completely black eyes were fixed on the crystal-polished monocle in Amon's right eye. Amon looked at his own reflection in the deep darkness. I don't know if it was an illusion, but he caught a glimpse of a faint glimmer of gold.
"But you also said that you would try your best not to bother you?"
"Isn't it okay to bother you so many times?"
Although she was caught, Amon didn't feel panic at all. Instead, the murmurs in her head became clearer. But strangely, although the roared murmurs were clear, they were far inferior to the hazy consciousness that tormented her.
Zhou Mingrui returned to his position again, distanced himself from this "half-mistake" born from birth, and tapped his fingers lightly on the long table. The thick gray fog under his feet suddenly became transparent, and was replaced by the busy island kingdom.
"What do you see?"
"The weird-looking human being dressed up as your secret partner is playing a boring game of house." Amon only glanced at it and immediately commented, "It's a boring trick. When I was three years old,
That’s not the way to play anymore. Play as an entire family or something..."
"Is this boring?"
Zhou Mingrui tilted his head, his slender eyebrows raised high.
"Of course it's boring. Your place is different from the city-states under my father's rule. Everything seems to be the other way around. If you weren't the great 'God of Mystery', you would definitely be killed by the inspectors under Sasril now."
They were thrown to the stake."
Amon recalled what he knew about those humans, and roughly listed several contradictions with real society.
"Very detailed observation." Zhou Mingrui first praised the incongruity pointed out by Amon, then changed the subject and asked, "But I don't think there is any difference between this strange world I created and reality."
"If you don't regard the residents here as close couples, but as independent individuals, you will find that except for some slight differences in external cognition, they are no different from the believers under your father's rule.
"
"They also have inner feelings. They will also be excited because they have gained wealth and good luck, and they will be disappointed because they are unlucky today."
"But they don't have any faith?"
Amon pointed out a serious issue.
In a world blessed by the great Creator, unbelievers are often more hateful than the remnants who believe in dead ancient gods.
Because they have no faith, they may be deceived by more terrifying existences at any time and do anything to satisfy their own desires.
Any unbeliever discovered by the inspectors will be nailed to the wall of bones behind the Kingdom of God. Their souls will not even be able to return to the underworld, and the remnants who believe in the ancient gods will only be punished by being burned.
"Human beings do not necessarily need faith. Those who need faith are always gods and angels. Amon, this is the simplest truth."
Zhou Mingrui shook his head with a calm voice.
The wide black robe was in full swing. The thin Amon tried his best to raise his body, pressed the monocle in his eye socket with his right hand, curled his lips and said:
"You are the second god recognized by my father, otherwise you would have been burned at the stake when you said this."
"I'm just telling the truth."
Zhou Mingrui ignored Amon's resentment and blocked it with her backhand. She and the "child" on the opposite side descended into the corresponding fog of history, watching the army that was following the Red Angel to kill the enemy bravely and expel the remaining "devil" army.
"What do you see now?"
"See? Medici has to work overtime during the holidays?"
Amon was a little curious about what happened to Zhou Mingrui today, why she asked her questions without any preface and follow-up, and always made some remarks that were counter-intuitive, even though she didn't care about mortal common sense at all.
I have to work overtime during the holidays... Zhou Mingrui looked at the flamboyantly laughing Medici and shook his head silently.
"Have you not seen the rank nine or even extraordinary soldiers in the army?"
Being reminded by the nominal elder, Amon tried hard to take a look, only to find that behind the great red angel, there were several low-sequence and ordinary people with swaying legs hiding behind the "King of Angels" with flying red hair.
, even though he was so frightened that he burst into tears and shouted helplessly for his mother, he still shot the arrow in the direction of the "devil" in vain and missed.
"so?"
Amon didn't quite understand what Zhou Mingrui wanted to express.
The fireball carrying the pungent smell of sulfuric acid roared towards him. The dark wings on the back of the Red Angel flexibly reversed, and with a wave of the giant sword in his hand, there were explosions in the air.
Zhou Mingrui looked at Medici who was immersed in the war and said softly:
"You should see the emotions that drive these people to stay on the battlefield instead of running away and retreating."
She pointed at the red angel who never forgot to protect the army in the rear even if she was obsessed with hunting, and said to Amon:
"It's not unreasonable for your father to ask Medici to be your teacher."
"But she only knows how to burn me with fire, and even after I stole my hair, she didn't dare to actually cut me in half..."
Ignoring Amon's thoughts, Zhou Mingrui narrowed his eyes.
"Like you, Medici is also a born mythical creature, but unlike you and Adam, as a 'hunter' who harvests lives, she is far more powerful than an 'audience' who can control destiny, and a 'thief' who experiences other people's lives.
Those who understand human nature better."
"She can always take care of the emotions of her subordinates immediately, use her charm to lead the army, and conquer the enemy together."
"Amon, your father was once a small human being, and so was I." Zhou Mingrui seemed to have been addicted to memories, half-talking, and looked at the child beside him, only to find that this little beast had a bored look on his face.
He pushed up his monocle and looked at himself with eyes flickering.
An angry blush rushed onto the "God of Mystery"'s cheeks, and she raised her palms high.
"You stole your hearing, didn't you?"
Pale palms fanned across the wide robe, the pure white crow had already flown away, and Amon's iconic voice echoed in the air.
"The stories you tell are so boring, old boy!"
The laughter of hahahaha can still be heard. Zhou Mingrui's facial features, twisted in anger, slowly returned to calm, his eyes were blurred, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
.............
The golden waves were split open by invisible hands and rolled to both sides, revealing a straight and wide road.
The eternally frozen dusk covered the sky behind the ocean. Within the orange curtain, a thin figure slowly walked out. The flowing golden waves guarded the Son of the Creator, and the scorching air waves soared into the sky.
Amon gently pushed back the wet strands of hair in front of his forehead, with a hint of teasing hidden behind the crystal that was polishing the surprise, and the corners of his mouth gradually rose.
She looked at the ocean sprinkled with her father's blood. On the distant horizon, the half-sunken island still stood strong. A touch of real emotion finally appeared in the corners of her raised mouth.