"Honorable Ghawalal, some people claimed to have seen meteors falling from the sky. Our guards found traces of impact on the outside of the canopy." A man wearing traditional Gangetic clothing and a red auspicious mole on his forehead stood on the 33rd level.
At the bottom of the steps, put your hands together at a 45-degree angle above your head to show respect for God.
On the thirty-three steps, Gavaral Priyadarshini Niruru sat in a wheel-like position, sitting on a huge lotus, with his hands in the shape of aspiration mudra, and one vine after another.
Vine-like tubes extend upward from the back of the head to the Asotā branch behind him.
"I already know." Gavalal's hands changed from the wish seal to the support seal, and the expression on his face gradually became angry: "There is a demon coming from Naraka to peek at Amaropati.
, find it, banish it eternally.”
"Everything will be as you wish, noble Gavaral." The man at the foot of the steps kept his hands clasped together, walked quickly backwards and exited the hall.
He waited until all the doors were closed before he breathed a sigh of relief and put down his hands.
He is also of the bloodline of Niruru Gandi, and is known as a god in Amravati, but he is more accustomed to being called by his name, Vidadas.
Vidajdas graduated from Mahatma Gandi University. Just by the name, you can tell the relationship between this university and Niruru Gandi. However, he went to school anonymously and enjoyed a complete and healthy university life.
He has always felt that he is a human being of flesh and blood, not a god, let alone a monster. The various strange appearances within the family often make him feel sick.
But this is the Nihelu Gandi family. Sitting on the lotus throne is Garvalal Priyadarshini Nihelu. Maybe others are not gods, but he must be.
Garvalal owned the entire Amravati, and he knew every plant and tree here very well, so Vijtrada didn't even dare to change his expression too much, for fear of being noticed by something.
After all, to Garvalal, Nihelu Gandi's bloodline was just a lump of noble protein.
But what exactly is packed into the depths of Amaropati?
Vidatus was a little worried. He knew that a lot of things had happened on the earth recently. He was one of the few Niruru Gandi in Amravati who had the right to surf the Internet freely.
But when you know that every move you make and every byte you browse is under the watchful eye of the God above all humans, your mental pressure must be so great that it will explode.
This is the case with Vidadas. He would rather not have this kind of authority and be able to just eat and wait to die like everyone else. His biggest hobby is to bask in the sun.
What is it like to live with a god? It's probably like sleeping next to a tiger. You never know what actions she will blame you for.
In Vidada's view, the entire Niruru Gandi family is now like a canary kept in a cage by Ghavaral, and only Durga Gandi has the same status as him.
Thinking of this, Vidajdas smiled mockingly to himself. They were two sides of the same coin, and that bastard Gavalar had been thinking about becoming a god a hundred years ago.
Nihelu Gandi's family's technological advantage in the biological field is just a step for him to become a god. Now, Gavaral, who has become a god, raises his family members in Amravati just to prevent anyone from using the same method.
It’s just a way to ascend to God.
Vidados didn't know how many times he wanted to just open his balcony, walk into the deep space, and exile himself forever.
But he didn't dare. He was afraid that Gavalal would use his biological information to clone himself, and he would be able to do such a thing.
Gavaral regards controlling people's life and death as his greatest authority. Whoever he wants to die must die, and whoever he wants to live must live.
Vidados woke up from his dreams countless times, thinking that he was already a clone. The real him had long since become a mummy in the orbit of the moon. In his dream, he looked at his frost-covered self.
The eyes of the living are more lifeless than those of the dead.
Perhaps because of the expectation of the unknown and the variables, the worries in Vidados's heart gradually dissipated, and he even looked forward to something happening.
For example, the thing that crashed into Amaravati may have been a nuclear bomb that evaded all defensive measures. With a bang, the entire Amravati was wiped out, even if the devil Garvalal could continue to live.
, he couldn’t torture himself anymore.
Thinking of this result, Vidados even smiled and felt that there was nothing wrong with the errand of going to the lower space.
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"What is the Altar of Reincarnation?" Tang Ji and his new friend were walking in the tunnel of the dark supermarket.
According to Atham, at the bottom of the entire Amāravati, these Dalits are divided into three major categories. The ones responsible for digging down and expanding Amāravati along the root system of the Ashoda tree are the diggers.
The Dalits who are responsible for irrigating and replenishing the Asodha tree are the tree-protecting Dalits.
And he is the Dalit responsible for cleaning the ducts of Amaropati's ventilation system.
Pipe Dalits walk through the ventilation ducts every day and are responsible for cleaning and maintaining the ducts and the entire ventilation system. The Manu who are responsible for managing them will call them by tapping on the ducts.
Most of the time, nothing except Dalits will appear at the lowest level of Amaropati, because the lowest level has always been a big construction site. Only when the Dalits clean up the place, will there be Manu
Come over and carry out infrastructure construction here, thereby spreading Amarabhati down one level again.
"The altar of reincarnation can allow Kidara's soul to no longer be bound by the body, and she will usher in a new life and her own afterlife..." When Atham said this, there was a hint of worry in his tone.
Because Kidara committed suicide, she ran away without atoning for the sins of this life. The gods said that such a sinful soul would fall into the abyss forever and there would be no afterlife.
He took Kidara's body to the altar of reincarnation. It was just wishful thinking. Will the gods really forgive Kidara's soul?
As the shock of his wife's death faded, Atham began to worry about whether his actions would lead to punishment from the gods.
He secretly glanced at the black-clothed goddess next to him. She was so tall, but her appearance was different from the gods on the murals.
He has black hair, black eyes, and is surrounded by black flames... Maybe she is not a god, but an Asura!
This speculation made Atham shudder, but he remembered the anger when the other party asked him if he was a human being. It was not anger because of him, but anger for him...
I don't know why, but when I think of that scene, Atham's courage comes back again. He is no longer afraid of the god in front of him, even if she is Asura.
The location of the Altar of Reincarnation is in a fork in the road away from the branches of the Ashoda tree. The Manu who occasionally come to check the root system of the Ashoda tree do not want to see the Altar of Reincarnation, so it can only be left alone and away from everything.
This road was not smooth, and some places were only suitable for Dalits to pass, but the god, with his violent power, destroyed everything in the way.
Atham watched as the other party smashed solid walls, tore down metal pipes, and smashed through isolation doors. Everything in the world was as fragile as clay sculptures in his hands.
Such momentum soon attracted a group of Dalits to hide behind and watch the fun. They watched in horror as the god was furious. However, Atham, who was standing next to the god, became their follower.
The courage lies behind.
Can Pipe Dalits see it, I Rise Dalits, and Tree Guard Dalits can’t see it?
There are more and more Dalits gathering along the way. Their average height is less than 1.2 meters, and most of them have grotesque shapes due to genetic mutations.
Tang Ji stood here, feeling as if he was watching some kind of perverted freak show.
Atham is still carrying Kidala's body, and they are not far from the altar of reincarnation.
And as some channel Dalits also joined the team, news about Kidala's suicide began to spread among Dalits. They now knew what Atham was going to do...
"Kidara committed suicide, she cannot be sent to the altar of reincarnation!" A Dalit covered in white hair jumped out and stood in front of Atham, while carefully getting out of Tangji's path:
"Her sins have not yet been repaid, and her soul has fallen into the abyss forever!"
Atham didn't say anything, he just avoided Bai Mao, followed Tang Ji step by step, and continued to move forward with the power of the god.
There was a gasping sound in the tunnel. Apparently other Dalits were shocked by Atham's bold approach to the deity.
Tang Ji ignored this group of degenerated, rat-like villains. His seemingly calm expression hid the surging fire of anger.
He noticed that Bai Mao was leaning on a polished wooden crutch. He was obviously quite old. Aging was a luxury for Dalits, and few of them could live beyond the age of thirty.
Tangji already knew from his previous understanding that for these Dalits, the three months of Manu are their one year.
The aging rate of these Dalits is four times that of humans. The Atham in front of me, who claims to be twenty-eight years old, is actually only seven years old.
With the support of two Dalits, Bai Mao caught up with Atham again, but he did not dare to disturb Tang Ji. He just followed Atham and used his walking stick to pick up Kidara's body and tried to
Block Atham's footsteps.
"Your behavior will bring disaster to all Dalits!" Bai Mao said angrily: "Atchamu, it's safe to turn around!"
Achamu remained silent and just used Tangji as a cover to circle around again to avoid Bai Mao's harassment.
This behavior once again aroused the exclamation of Dalits, because Bai Mao is considered the most prestigious existence among Dalits. He lived for eighty years. It is said that Amarobhati was just built.
It's time, it's here.
Seeing Atham's disrespectful behavior, Bai Mao hid in the shadows with a sullen face. The strange-looking god was here. He didn't dare to have a bigger reaction, so he just sent someone to complain to Manu.
A few minutes later, under the watchful eyes of hundreds of Dalits, they finally arrived at the legendary altar of reincarnation.
It is hidden behind an isolation door. The Dalits decorated this door very distinctively. Some simple religious paintings representing the meaning of faith and atonement were painted on the door and nearby rock walls.
Some handmade trinkets were respectfully placed outside the door. In addition to a few luminous plants that provided light sources, there were even a few candles luxuriously lit, consuming the oxygen here by burning them.
Atham looked at his companions around him and the silent god, mustered up the courage to step forward, and tapped a red button with all his strength.
The airtight door opened immediately, and the Dalits around him subconsciously took a step back. They had never experienced anything like this.
A sinner who commits suicide will be sent to the altar of reincarnation, an inconspicuous companion defies the will of the elders, and a god watches all this happen.
They watched with fear as the isolation door was opened, and the sacred altar of reincarnation was exposed to everyone.
A trace of excitement flashed in Atham's eyes. He carried Kidala's body and was about to walk inside, but...the god in black stopped him.
"Is this your reincarnation altar?" Tang Ji looked at the room inside the isolation door calmly.
In fact, what was inside was not beyond his expectation. Although he had just broken into the Nihelu Gandi family's territory, he had already gained a preliminary understanding of the family's style of conduct.
They will make full use of every protein molecule, and a complete corpse is obviously a huge resource.
The reincarnation altar mentioned by Atham is a large surface grinder.
Dozens of intertwined, sharply serrated grinding blades are spread throughout the room. The reason why it is called an altar is because the entire grinding machine is circular, with fine crushing rings that are inwardly stepped one after another.
, to ensure that everything that is crushed will eventually meet in the central area.
Atham forcefully broke free from the hand of the black god. This was the first time he was so bold. This behavior also once again attracted the exclamations of other Dalits. They had never seen such a fearless Dalit!
"Kidala will be liberated here!" Atham firmly believed this. He didn't want to listen to the words of the black-clothed god.
He was afraid that the other party would tell him some truth that would make him even more desperate. He didn't dare to listen, and he didn't want to hear it. He just wanted to free Kidara's soul, even if it was just his wishful thinking.
Tang Ji did not stop Atham anymore. He stood quietly outside the door, watching Atham carefully avoid those sharp blades and place his wife's body in the center of the 'altar'.
Atham trotted to a nearby yellow lever, took one last look at Kidara's face, and dropped the lever with tears in his eyes.
In an instant, the entire grinding platform started up, and the ruthless machine crushed the body in the blink of an eye, stirring it like a sticky meat paste used to make beef balls.
Later, washed by the surrounding clear water, the meat paste gradually disappeared into the holes that led to unknown directions, and became recyclable materials.
"This is what you want." Tang Ji took one last look at Atham, shook his head, and turned to leave.
This trip was not in vain. At least he found a piece of equipment suitable for disposing of corpses. Well, maybe not just corpses...