Lin Sanjiu crossed her legs and sat on the mattress she had prepared for the stupid guy, surrounded by the ruins of a broken house; staring at the lost look in front of her, she repeated these words with a cold face.
She had already planned to take the mattress back as soon as the torture was over and he lost consciousness. If the last meal hadn't been yesterday, she would have wanted to punch him in the stomach and tell him to eat what he had eaten.
Spit it out.
"Yes, the only one!" Diaoshen didn't realize that he was in big trouble now. He clapped his thigh and shouted: "Do you know how difficult it is to find a warrior? As a god, I can't directly create fallen species. I have to
They have to kill their own people in order to create new fallen warriors. But the other fallen species have long been occupied by the false gods. I only found one by chance..."
"Okay!" Lin Sanjiu interrupted him, "I don't care about those things. Who are you?"
"I," Diu Shen raised his chin, and following his movement, his eyes were like two glass balls, sliding open a little further: "...I am the only true god in this world, the only one,
The only glory."
Lin Sanjiu had heard this sentence as many times as she had seen many gods.
"It's not easy to say anything, but it's really amazing." Gift Bao sneered.
Diaoshen's mind was very determined, and he was not affected by these words at all. He still held his chin high.
Lin Sanjiu thought for a moment and suddenly called out the [Nostradamus Card] - quietly absorbing it twice at Diaoshen. The big man still sat there and sniffed without realizing it.
...It really doesn't work. I don't know which specific god destroyed this world?
"You and those false gods," Lin Sanjiu put away the card and asked in a different way: "...where did they come from?"
"If you are willing to become my people, I will tell you." Diaoshen suddenly lowered his eyes and smiled slyly, "Now that I have no soldiers, you don't have to worry about becoming a fallen species, as long as you stay here and give me food
, just carve a statue of the god for me..."
Lin Sanjiu was stunned, and exchanged a look with Ji Shanqing - Libao immediately frowned and asked softly: "Why do you always think about the statue of the god? What's the use of carving it?"
"You don't have to worry about it."
"If you don't say anything, we will leave and you will have neither food nor statue."
Diaoshen's face immediately darkened. If you look carefully, you will find that his right face is covered with blood and bruises, and it is half as tall as the left one. This was all when he tried to resist Lin Sanjiu just now.
, was beaten with fists repeatedly - as a god, his combat power is only equivalent to that of a strong evolver, and he does not have any evolutionary ability.
If Lin Sanjiu really stood up and left, there was nothing he could do.
"Okay," Diu Shen finally mumbled and found a place to go down the steps: "When God concealed his identity, you still respectfully offered tribute to God; for this reason, let God
Let the glory of God shine upon you and dispel your ignorance..."
"Stop talking nonsense."
"Yes, it's like this," the big man moved and looked back and forth at the two men: "Whether it is a true god or a false god, he must require his people to worship idols... Every time a statue of a god is carved, it is equivalent to
I have embodied a belief; with these statues, as a god, I will become stronger and stronger, and my holy light will shine on the earth..."
Ji Shanqing interrupted his narcissism: "The statue of the gods has increased your divine power? Then why don't you carve it yourself? Carve as many as you like."
"Haven't I been trying?" Diaoshen glanced at him sideways, as if he thought this question was silly. "But it doesn't work."
"Why?"
"It is not a statue of a god carved by the people's own hands. Without the power of faith, it has no effect on me. Also, my hands are relatively clumsy."
No, I'm afraid it's not just the hands that are stupid - this thought slipped through their minds at the same time.
Lin Sanjiu glanced at the wood piled on the ground, and suddenly she had the idea of trying to carve a statue of a god. When she looked up, she found that the gift bag was also staring at the wood, and he obviously had the same curiosity.
"How many idols do you have now?"
He paused for a moment, seeming to dislike this question very much: "... not one."
Lin Sanjiu suddenly remembered the statues of the Mother Goddess that he saw all over the mountains and plains when he was in the Ant City; in comparison, this guy's behavior was indeed a bit embarrassing - "Why?"
"I originally had several subjects," Diishen seemed to have sensed what she had not said, and suddenly blushed and muttered: "I stole them from outside... and influenced them. In the end, I only carved two or three
The false god they believed in before rushed over and took away all my people. If I hadn't been smart and destroyed all my idols quickly, maybe that false god would attack me..."
"Destroyed your own idol?" Lin Sanjiu deliberately guided him, "What happened?"
"If a god kills another god, then all the statues of that guy will become the winner - many false gods kill like this, just to compete for each other's statues." Diaoshen.
Having said this, he patted his chest as if he was still a little scared: "Fortunately, I reacted quickly! That guy saw that I had no statues and no people, so there was no point in killing me, so he left quickly. I don't know what happened later.
Why, everyone started calling me Diaoshen..."
In other words, it's not that gods don't come to this place, it's that they don't care about coming here at all - except for a lost god, there are neither "flesh people" nor statues of gods. For them, the only two people they are afraid of are Lin Sanjiu and Lin Sanjiu.
The value of it is much greater than that of Lost God.
"Why don't you have any subjects?" Libao asked, adding fuel to the fire.
"I'm not the only one!" Dioshen immediately retorted: "There are many false gods who don't have people or territory. They obtain idols by killing and looting... I am a true god, and I don't bother to do this kind of thing."
It can't be done.
The two looked at each other, but they still didn't say what they said directly. Lin Sanjiu asked a few more questions about how the world was destroyed, where did the gods come from, etc., and found that these questions related to the origin of the world.
All the questions she asked were ignorant, but they still pretended to be mysterious, which wasted a lot of time on her - she finally lost her patience and went straight to the point and asked: "How can I kill a god?"
Although Diaoshen was a tall man, he flinched when he heard this and his eyes turned to the other side.
"I don't, I don't know. God, how could God die..."
Without concealing her happiness, Lin Sanjiu smiled: "Okay, then I'll try it on you and see how you die."
"Wait!" Dioshen suddenly remembered the answer he didn't know just now, "How can you treat the true god like this? Yes, there are ways to kill a false god, but you have to know that it doesn't require me.
On my body..."
Lin Sanjiu raised an eyebrow.
"When the power of the false gods is reduced to the lowest, you can kill them with force." After a while, Diaoshen muttered. "In addition to destroying their statues, you can also make many, many statues for me.
It doesn’t even have to be carved, it can be painted... As a true god, I cannot tolerate false gods."
Lin Sanjiu held her chin and thought for a while, then suddenly turned her head and ordered the gift bag: "Go dig a handful of mud and bring it over."
"What?"
"You just go."
Although I was a bit of a germaphobe, I couldn't resist my curiosity about the gift package. I ran to the creek behind the village, dug out a piece of river mud, put it in a broken basin and brought it back.
Lin Sanjiu didn't say a word, she released a burst of consciousness, grabbed Diao Shen's ankle and dragged him over; she put one hand on the back of his head, and with a snap, she pushed Diai Shen's face into the mud.
.
"When the mud dries, this can be regarded as a statue of a god." Lin Sanjiu smiled at Diaoshen, who had a muddy face. "We'll see how your abilities have improved then."
Diaoshen opened his mouth, mud fell on his tongue, and he seemed not sure whether he should be happy or not.
After about ten minutes, the river mud gradually dried in the basin.
