Ange subconsciously started running, a feeling of déjà vu arose in his soul. Why did this scene seem to have happened before? And why did he run? My fruit tree.
Ange reacted and patted the lich on the head, then stopped.
The Lich was stunned by his slap, holding his head and looking at him: "Hit me, why?"
Ange said: "Why, run."
The Lich said hurriedly: "If you don't run away, they will fight."
"They hit you, why?" Ange asked curiously.
The Lich said: "He grabbed things, I broke my neck, and they beat me."
Ange looked at him suspiciously. With such a cowardly look, he dared to break someone else's neck? He dug his calf himself, but he didn't dare to say anything.
Seeing that Ange really had no intention of running away, the Lich looked around, picked up a bone stick and held it in his hand. He stood with Ange and roared viciously to encourage himself.
Unfortunately, he didn't have a chance to take action. Those corpse witch skeletons rushed in front of Ange and fell to the ground without saying a word. But Ange just glared at them, and the lich at the front really shook his head.
The gap in rank was too great, and they basically just stared at each other and fell apart, with more than a dozen skeleton lichs clattering on the ground, struggling in terror.
Ange ignored them and returned to his own pit.
Not long after, there was a sound of tiny footsteps. Ange took a look and saw that the lich was reconnecting the joints of the fallen lich, lifting them up, and then supporting the guy with the drooped head and roaring fiercely.
few times.
The crooked-headed lich nodded hurriedly, then bypassed Ange's pit and staggered away with a few of his younger brothers.
Among the remaining unintelligent skeleton zombies, the Lich first twisted off the head of one of the skeletons, then stuffed the remaining soul fire into the head and handed it to Ange.
Ange shook his head and said no, and the lich happily devoured the soul fire himself.
It seems that the undead world here is as cruel as other places, but why did he let those wise lichs go?
Asked this question, the lich said: "The teacher said that wisdom is not easy and cannot be killed."
Ange thought about the hundreds of thousands of intelligent undead creatures here, and wanted to know where they were, but after thinking about it for a while, he was too lazy to ask and lay down in the pit.
Half a day later, Negris flew back and saw a ditch and two pits on the ground covered with cloth, and then saw a strange lich. He had to lift Ange up, and almost made him angry to death after asking: "How about you?"
Don’t you ask him who his teacher is?”
Ange turned to the lich and asked, "Who is your teacher?"
The lich responded: "Call the teacher."
"Pfft... what's your name? What's your teacher's name? There has to be a name, right? Also, what's your name? Why are you here? How did you meet Ange?" Nigris asked.
"The teacher didn't let me tell him his name. My name is Scrooge," the lich said.
Nigris blinked in confusion: "Did your teacher break the law? Why didn't you let you say his name? Where is your teacher?"
Scrooge shook his head: "The teacher is dead. The teacher did not commit any crime, but the teacher said that until the Holy Spirit dies, the robbers will continue, so we are not allowed to mention his name."
Nigris was confused for a moment: "What do you mean? If the Holy God does not die, the robbery of the Holy Spirit will not stop?"
This sentence may seem incomprehensible at first, but when you think about it carefully, you feel that it contains some profound philosophy. But the problem is that Nigris didn't understand what it meant.
Are you kidding me? I am the god of knowledge, but I still can’t understand?
"Anthony, Anthony, come here." Nigris found a helper.
Anthony rushed over, and after hearing these words, he was stunned for a long time, and murmured: "The Holy Spirit is the will of God, and the Holy Spirit is the 'God' of God's will? In other words, the Holy Spirit is the 'God' of God's will."
The will materializes and becomes a divine will?”
After muttering to this point, Anthony slapped his thigh fiercely: "So the popular understanding is that until the deified 'God's Will' dies, the act of stealing the 'God's Will' will not stop?"
Scrooge stared blankly.
"Is that what you mean?" Anthony asked, looking at Scrooge.
Scrooge lowered his head in shame: "I don't know what the teacher means. He just said this and asked us not to mention his name. Can you interpret his words? Are you also a wise man?"
Anthony took a long breath and said with great emotion: "Your teacher is a true wise man. In fact, I noticed this phenomenon very early. I didn't expect that your teacher summed it up in one sentence. It's amazing.
It made me think through a lot of things at once.”
Negris asked in confusion: "What's happening? Why can't I understand what you said?"
Anthony thought for a while and said: "Let me give you an example. A long time ago, there was a wise man. His words were full of philosophy and could make people think and follow his words, live, work and reproduce. But after a while, this man
What happens when a wise man dies?"
Negris said: "What can happen? Everyone continues to live, work, and multiply. There are many wise men in this world, and the void will not change for one or two wise men. What can happen?"
"Yes, but the words of this wise man are so reasonable. Everyone has lived according to his words for so long. If suddenly one day, a person wants to raise silkworms, grow cotton and weave cloth, but the wise man did not say anything about raising silkworms and weaving cloth, then
Can he raise silkworms and weave cloth?" Anthony asked.
After all, Nigris is the god of knowledge with rich common sense, and he immediately understood what Anthony wanted to express: "Will the words of wise men become shackles that restrict their progress?"
"Yes, you should seek guidance from wise men in everything you do. Don't do anything that the wise men have not said. But the world is moving forward. If there were no silk masks in the past, they were not allowed to use them. In the past, if there was no salty rice, they were not allowed to be eaten.
This is the 'Immortality of the Holy Spirit'." Anthony said.
"Beat him to death." Ange said abruptly. How dare someone refuse to eat salty rice?
Nigris quickly comforted him: "It's a metaphor. No one dares to deny others eating salty rice. It's just a metaphor."
Anthony also quickly said: "Yes, yes, metaphorically, the immortality of the Holy God is just a shackle, but what is even more terrifying is the thief who steals the will of God, falsely transmits the decree of God, and misinterprets the words of wise men. The most terrifying thing is the thief."
Guy, there is only one God, but there can be many thieves. They use the name of God to divide everyone's minds and plunge them into endless fights... Why are you looking at me?"
Nigris quickly said: "No, no, no, I thought you were introducing yourself, continue."
Anthony blushed and continued: "So this wise man asked others not to mention his name. It was a process of disenchantment. Let his wisdom be passed down, but don't let his name be passed down. Don't let others use it.
By becoming deified, he can avoid this situation."
Nigris was a little confused: "But this way, others won't know that this is his wisdom? If his name can be passed down, maybe one day, others can call his name, and he can condense the divine fire and be resurrected.
?”
Anthony nodded: "The theory is this. However, the God of Arbitration was also reborn because believers called his name and lit the divine fire. But do you think he is still the just and selfless hero he was when he was a human?"
Nigris shook his head vigorously. The scene that impressed him most deeply on the God of Arbitration was the scene where he slaughtered hundreds of thousands of devout believers in the Broken Swamp and launched the judgment of annihilation.
How could this be something that a just and selfless hero could do? It would be impossible for anyone with a little bit of humanity left to do such a thing.
"Therefore, it is the most admirable way to abandon all false reputations like his teacher." Anthony turned to Scrooge and said: "What is your teacher's name?"
"Uh..." Scrooge was stunned.
Nigris said angrily: "You spoke so loftily just now, and now you ask him the name of his teacher? How can you give up the false name?"
"I just want to know the name of this wise man and express my respect. I will not sing his name." Anthony said.
This is exactly what Scrooge wants. He has a wise teacher, but he can't say his name. It's like he has a luminous bracelet and can't show it off to others. It's suffocating: "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...
My teacher's name is Ulsmann."
"Ulsmann." Anthony whispered.
"Ulsmann?" Negris whispered.
"Ulsmann." Ange recited in a low voice. It was fine for others to recite. As soon as Ange finished reciting, countless star points gathered towards him, gradually forming a shadow in front of him.
Everyone was stunned, only Nigris said angrily: "Oh, why did you create another heroic spirit? My place is too small to hold so many heroic spirits."