They all call me an evil god Vol. 1 [MTL]

Ch 163

Chapter 163 

"So, You've Been Watching Me?"

Liam stopped talking.

Alana pressed the corners of her upturned mouth, "How is life back in the Kingdom of God?"

Liam paused, and the first word that popped into his mind turned out to be "barren." But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back and changed them to: "Calm."

Speaking of which, Alana was indeed a little curious.

What does the kingdom of God really look like? There are about twenty gods living in it, isn't it very empty? Are there angels who accompany them? Are there flowers and animals?

What do the gods do on a daily basis? Are you busy answering the prayers of the believers, watching the changes in the world, or enjoying your hobbies like a retiree?

For some reason, she couldn't associate this leisure life with Liam.

"Miss Alana?" Belinda's low voice came from behind her.

"Oh, I'm fine," a hint of chagrin flashed in Alana's eyes, this was not the time to catch up.

She adjusted her thoughts and spoke to Liam again, "The space in front of me seems to have been shaped by divine power, do you understand?"

"Well, to be exact, it's shaped by the laws of earth and the power of death."

Really? Alana felt an aura similar to the origin of Sarah's body before, "How did it come to be?" And how to crack it?

Liam was silent for a moment, "This alien space was formed during my sleep, and I can't see its past."

Alanna was surprised by this answer, and she quickly changed her question, "Do you know the Grim Reaper?" It stands to reason that He is a slave to the God of the Dead, but the God of the Dead has fallen for many years......"

"He?" Liam thought for a few seconds, "There's no presence."

"Huh?" Alana was slightly stunned.

"According to earthly parlance, the Grim Reaper is a 'hermit' who does not often come into contact with other gods or gods. He is rumored to have a good relationship with the god of the dead, but in the battle for the fall of the dead, the god of death did not appear.

Alana decided to deepen her knowledge of the gods, "Generally speaking, what is the relationship between the righteous god and the subordinate god? If the righteous god falls, is there a chance to turn from a god to a righteous god?

"Relationships don't have to be. Righteous God and God follow God refers to the division and intersection of their authority. For example, the god of nature controls the authority of all things, which is higher than the god of plants to a certain extent, so plants are the subordinate gods of nature.

"But as far as inter-divine relations are concerned, they are not strictly subordinate and subordinate, and the gods of nature cannot drive the gods of plants at will. The god of plants does not necessarily please nature.

Alana understood.

Isn't this like the relationship between the general manager of the company and the vice president? To a certain extent, the authority of the general manager overrides that of the vice president, but due to the different fields of responsibility, the general manager may not be able to arrange the vice president at will.

According to the laws of the world, these two managers may be of the same mind, but they may also look at each other unpleasantly.

"However, there are different paths from the gods, and even if the gods fall, there is no possibility of 'promotion' from the gods. For example, if the Grim Reaper wants the authority of the undead, he must strip the original godhead and go to the mortal world to obtain the fragment of the undead godhead.

"Generally speaking, no one from God thinks that way."

Alana nodded, it made sense.

If she is the vice president and the position of general manager is vacant, she will only be happy and relaxed, why go to the grassroots level to exercise, and then climb all the way to win the position of general manager?

If she didn't know the inside story of the fall of the god of the dead, she might think that the god of death had betrayed the gods to a certain extent, but since the gods had predicted their fall, could it be that the god of death's avoidance was also his arrangement?

"By the way," Alana asked, "what is the difference between the authority of the god of the dead and the god of death?"

If the world of the dead is controlled by the god of the undead, then what is the god of death in charge of?

"Life and death," Liam replied to her without hesitation, "Death can both rob the living of life and give life to the dead." The three major career paths of the Church of the Reaper in the mortal world, Inquisitor, Inquisitor, and Executioner, all have similar skills.

"That is, whether a person is alive or dead, this definition is the authority of the god of death. And the part after death is the authority of the god of the dead?

"It's incomplete, but it's relevant." Liam said.

Alana pondered for a moment, and had seven or eight points of certainty about what happened in Nata Village back then, "The Church of the Death seems to be very low-key? I rarely hear their names in Eivor.

"There aren't many Grim Reaper followers, mainly on the eastern continent, far away from Eivor. In addition, after the outbreak of the war between the undead and the Cult of the Night, the Church of the Grim Reaper became more and more low-key, rarely taking the initiative to preach and absorb priests.

"I see," she relented, "what is Death's real name?"

"Alarik Kith."

Alana made a note and said half-jokingly, "He shouldn't be able to hear our current conversation, right?"

"Naturally." None of God's conversations with God, God's with "believers" can be spied on.

"With my current strength, will it be life-threatening to enter this alien space that he has shaped?"

"No, it won't." Liam was sure.

"Really?" Alana had never confronted the power of other gods.

"Really." Liam paused for two seconds, "If you have any doubts about this, I can find Him in the Kingdom of God."

Alana couldn't help but turn up the corners of her lips, "And then, beat him up?"

Liam was serious, "How can you call a beating?"

At this point, Alanna really chuckled. Is it because you're more familiar with Liam? I always felt that He was much more lively and lovely than when I first met.

"Not for now, I trust you."

"Hmm," Liam said with a slight regret. Since he woke up, he hadn't officially fought with any god, and this hidden Grim Reaper seemed to be a good candidate.

"So, I'm going in?" Alana guessed that she would no longer be able to keep in touch with Liam once she entered. After all, it was a different space isolated by divine power.

Liam stopped talking.

Alana tilted her head and thought about it, and suddenly felt blessed to her heart, "Elaine was borrowed by her father, and when I come out of this space, I will find a way to get it back."

"Hmm," Liam's voice instantly lightened slightly.

Connection is interrupted.

Alanna pulled her mind back, took a deep breath and took a few steps forward, and slowly put his hand against the invisible divine power curtain.

Push and pull directly with spiritual power, and the curtain will not be shaken. But if you push the power of the Godhead Fragment to your fingertips and let the tentacles gently collide, you can easily open a gap.

Sarah's eyes widened slowly.

It took a lot of effort to open this curtain under Will's crown that day, first laying down the Spirit Gathering Array, then directly consuming the artifact to extract the breath, and finally exhausting the spiritual power of the whole body before opening.

As a result, this one was relaxed, like opening a curtain, tearing apart the other space.

The thoughts that were about to move were now scattered again. This person doesn't seem to be too hostile to her, maybe she has a chance to live after her guilt and meritorious service.

But if you do it casually, hurt the soul servant next to you, or disturb the big thing, the end is not certain.

"Come in with me."

Alana was the first to enter the veil.

Belinda is tied to her Soul Servant Contract, and unless her life is in danger, Belinda will be fine.

Sarah's life and death are not in her care. This is the realm of the Grim Reaper, and perhaps this Angel-Rank Executioner has special skills that can come in handy.

"Yes," the two hurriedly followed into the curtain.

The moment the gap closed, Alana almost thought she had entered another world.

The sun is sinking in the west, indicating that it is evening. The afterglow of the sunset falls on the rural land, giving the whole view a soft taste.

Smoke rises from the chimney of the farmhouse, and the smell of firewood mingles with the smell of food. Some of the villagers carried farm tools to their homes, and some drove their sheep back to the enclosure.

With a clang, the door of a low building was pushed open. Six or seven children laughed and ran out, chirping "It's time to get out of school" and "I'm so hungry", making the nearby villagers smile.

"That's Leila?" Belinda lightly pointed to one of the children.

"It should be," Alana recognized, her eyebrows.

The three strangers standing at the entrance of the village should be very conspicuous, but none of the people and small animals who came and went projected their eyes in this direction. They were merely outside observers of the dream.

To verify this, Alana let out a dark shadow.

It floated like smoke to Lyra's side, crashing into an invisible barrier just as it was about to touch her arm.

At this moment, a man of about thirty-five years old and dressed in an old cloth robe ran out of the low building, wiping the sweat from his forehead and pulling his backpack back.

"Mr. Brian," the young woman holding Leila waved at him, "my husband cooked apple pie today, would you like to stop by and try it?"

"Mrs. Miller," Brian bowed to her, "I won't bother today, I just have some business to attend to." Leila has been making rapid progress in her studies lately, and you can reward her with some sweets.

Leila hugged her mother's waist and smiled.

Brian turned around and trotted in the direction of the back of the village, greeting the nearby villagers all the way.

Mrs. Miller looked at his back as he left, and said with a smile, "Mr. Brian is so popular, not only the children like to listen to him, but the parents like him too."

"However, in this direction, is it the children of the Kent family?" Her voice grew lower.

"Kent?" Lela raised her head, and her smile faded away, "Mother, is there really no way?"
Mrs.
Miller rubbed her hair and crouched down, "Leila, birth, old age, sickness and death are the fate of our human beings. Even if we are devout Christians, we can't change that.

Leila's eyes moved slightly, and she wanted to say something, but she swallowed back the words when she met her mother's soft gaze.

"Let's go, let's go home."

As Mrs. Miller had guessed, Brian ran all the way to the last small stone house at the end of the village. Obviously in a hurry, but after standing at the door, he took a deep breath back and forth several times before slowly picking up his hand and knocking on the door.

A tear-eyed, pale-faced blonde woman opened the door and squeezed out a fragile smile, "Mr. Brian."

"Good day, Lady Kent," Brian took off his hat and saluted her.

"Please don't be so polite," the woman opened the door and invited him in, "we owe you a lot."

Brian didn't say anything, and walked slowly towards the house, only to stop after only three or four steps. A slightly transparent ghost of a five or six-year-old boy came out of the shadows.

"Mr. Brian," Sam smiled.

"Good evening, Sam." Brian reached out and touched his head.

Sam couldn't help but rub his palm, he always felt so cold after becoming an undead, and Mr. Brian's body temperature was the only warmth he could feel.

Brian glanced out the window, his mood sinking into the horizon with the sun.

Time's up.

Sam guessed something, and asked casually, "Teacher, are you here to see me off?"