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

Ch 195

Chapter 195 

An inappropriate but inexplicably appropriate comment popped into Alana's head: You city people still know how to play.

When she got the Godhead Fragment, she didn't know what it was or what role it could play, she only knew that she was "guilty of it", secretly learning transcendent knowledge and growing rapidly.

And Teresa, under the guidance of wisdom, made a fragment of Godhead exert an effect similar to that of a full Godhead, and developed a believer that belonged only to her.

In terms of her ability to make trouble, she is much stronger than herself, the "evil god".

"So," she gathered her thoughts, looking at Harrigan, "is there a church of the dead in Dawnlight?" Who is a bishop?

"No," Harrigan also wondered by this, "Theresa doesn't seem to have any intention of raising a church herself. Although the people and the undead will spontaneously assemble, there are even a few figures who can be called leaders.

"But there was no unified church place for the congregation, and the faithful never called Teresa 'God of the Dead,' but gave them a more affectionate title: Guardian of the Pearl of Strand, the Lone Brave Who Deceived Death."

Alana thought about it for a moment and understood.

Teresa did this to avoid detection by the Kingdom of God, and to avoid leaking information to other shard holders.

For example, the title of the "god of the dead" is the real god of God's kingdom, and the people pray to him, which is equivalent to dialing the landline of the "office of the god of the dead" in the kingdom of God.

The office is empty now, but the holder of the Godhead Shard who holds the corresponding authority can take over the hotline, such as she is now.

"It's cunning," Erin sighed.

"Well, how do you say that?" Alana guessed that Erin wasn't thinking the same way she was.

"If the congregation had a unified meeting place, a uniform name and a uniform robe, it would be a good blow to destroy their core strength, and with the new mission, these people would be nothing more than a mess."

"But now, they're hiding everywhere, so there's no way to deal with them."

Alana noticed Liam's expression and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Liam suddenly came back to his senses, "I'm thinking of a way to preach."

"Huh?" Alanna didn't get it.

"It's not enough for these spirits to meet in private, for Teresa to unite these people's beliefs, she needs emblems, prayers, and even spiritual connections in addition to titles."

"There is a giant circle in this city that feeds the undead at all times. I guess it also exerts a psychic effect on the undead and even ordinary people.

"That makes sense," Alana said.

Normally, ordinary humans can't see the undead, but in Aurora, they can not only see, but also "touch" and treat them as normal humans.

There are no questions such as "why hasn't this child grown up for five or six years" or "why hasn't this housewife aged for ten years".

The magic circle is the core, it "remotely recharges" the undead, and maintains the sweet dreams of the mirror. But it is also the one that constantly leaks energy and kills innocent citizens.

Alana looked at Harrigan, "Did you know that there is such a circle in the city?" How is it laid out and where is the core?

Harrigan didn't answer in a hurry, but lowered his head and thought seriously for a while, "If, as you said, this giant circle needs to cover the whole city and form a network, then I have a few guesses.

"One is the mine, where there is a lot of natural Yves that can be a carrier of energy. It's just that the mine is on the edge of the city after all, and it will not appear in densely populated areas.

"The second is the magic network, where the ruling government began to build new urban infrastructure decades ago, such as heating networks, steam pipes, boiler systems, water supply pipes, etc."

"Wait," Erin suddenly remembered something, "I just walked all the way, and I did find that there are surprisingly many pipes on the outside of houses in this city, what are they?"

Harrigan got up, "Why don't I take you down to see it?"

"Let's go," Alana lifted the cloth and put it on her shoulder, and followed Harrigan to the backyard of the house.

"The thickest one is the steam pipe, which will be installed in the more upscale residential areas."

"Steam pipes?" Bu Bai took a closer look, but found no abnormal energy fluctuations, "What do you need steam pipes for your ordinary family house?"

"The vapor compression chamber, which is used to transport letters and goods," Harrigan outlines, "for example, I have a document to deliver to the North District, but I don't have time to make a trip, so I can deliver it to the steam port."

"Courier?" Alana couldn't help but be amazed, sure enough, human wisdom is infinite.

"That's a very apt description." Harrigan complimented.

"Go ahead," since this pipeline is only available in high-end residential areas, it is not very suitable as a formation carrier.

"Yes," Harrigan said, gesturing to the thin pipes on the ground, "this is the heating network, which is opened from October to February, operated by the municipality, and powered by the Yvestone.

"It only works in the winter, and it doesn't seem appropriate," Alana said, throwing the Shadow into the pipeline.

"Finally, there are the water supply pipes, the sewer pipes and the boiler system. The government has completed the popularization of water facilities, and all communities will have a clean, freezing-free water supply.

"The boiler system was installed voluntarily, and although the penetration rate was not low, the slums where the miners lived did not."

Alana patted Bu Bai's head, and it jumped up to the top of the channel and climbed up. A moment later, it jumped up and down to her shoulder.

"There's a problem," Bu Bai said with a rare serious face, "It's very light, but it's a weird aura."

In other words, God's creation.

Alanna's heart was relieved, and it was good to have a starting point, "Mr. Harrigan, where can I see the design drawings of the water pipeline?" Who is responsible?

"It is the Minister of Municipal Works of the ruling government who is in charge of the water supply project, and the drawings should be in his office. The water company now lives next door to the municipal building and is headed by Ms. Bobby· Cice.

Harrigan looked at Alanna tentatively with a hesitant face, and then plucked up his courage and said, "Your Majesty, what will you do?" I, I'm not trying to defend Teressa, and I'm not trying to defend Pell.

"These undead are innocent after all, and although they do not conform to the rules of the earth, they ...... If you want to live, what's wrong with it?

His eyes flashed slightly, revealing a smile that was more ugly than crying, "They can only live in Dawning City, and they can't go anywhere. The Catholics are completely different.

"The existence of a god gave them a second life, and it is human nature for them to feel and believe. So, can you not ...... Execute them?

Harrigan's feelings for Teresa were rather mixed.

On the one hand, he disagrees with Teressa's quest for authority, doubts her character, and does not want her to be a true god of the dead. After all, if all the cities of the world are like Dawn City, then the world will gradually wither.

But on the other hand, he will be moved by certain images she paints and willingly sink. People don't have to fear death and stay with their loved ones for a long time. Wouldn't it be nice if the world didn't have to become Dawn City, and let it become a secret pure land?

Alanna fell silent.

Harrigan hit the nail on the head and pointed out the biggest problem of the trip. On the way here, she, Liam, Erin, and even Bu Bai, everyone thought about it secretly, but it wasn't openly discussed.

To obtain the Godhead Fragment, you must dismantle the circle that has shrouded the city. But without this circle, the undead will quickly dissipate. Most of them were ordinary people like Boubeth's neighbor brother John and Harrigan's daughter Pell.

Nothing was wrong, just because of the innocent people who were born in this city and fell into the control of the "gods".

However, she had to do this, not just because the crisis in the divine realm was imminent. Rather, the essence of this circle is a kind of "poison. products", take the life of the city and nourish the city.

"Mr. Harrigan, do you know what will become of Dawning City if I do nothing, another half century, another century?"

Harrigan didn't dare to look at Alanna, his voice trembling slightly, "This is going to be a ghost town." The undead can make up half, most, or even all of the inhabitants.

Alana: "Yes, the inhabitants are poisoned by the energy of the circle and continue to die young. The city will not have a new born and will gradually become a dead city.

"Perhaps you think that the families of the deceased, fathers who love their daughters as much as you do, are willing to give their lives to their families and friends. It's fair trade.

"But have you ever asked the tens of thousands of parents in this city who are looking forward to the birth of their children, are they willing to have their children born in a dead land?"

"My father once told me that every day before I was born, he was making a wish. I don't want to be gifted and destined to have a brilliant life, but I want to have free will and the ability to traverse the world.

"Do you understand?"

Harrigan's eyes were sour, big tears fell to the ground, and he whispered, "Hey."

As a father, of course he understands! Isn't the reason why he is shaken now, and why he makes such a request, is it because Pell is dead?

What would he do if he had a child waiting to be born in his wife's womb? He will do everything he can, even if he punctures other people's dreams, he will fight for the possibility of his child growing up safely.

"Everything comes at a price."

Not even a god can resist the rules.

"I'm sorry," her voice was soft, but one word after another slammed into everyone's hearts, "the world is never absolutely fair, and the god of the dead has no way to save all the undead. It's

not a question of whether the Spirit Realm and the Frost Holy City can accommodate 100,000 undead, but the existing rules can't be easily broken - Hades can't change the Book of Life and Death at will.

"I, I see." Harrigan took a deep breath.

Alana tugged at the corners of her mouth, "I'll do my best, though." Try

to make the process of removing the fragments of Godhead less painful and sad, and try to give the spirits enough time to say goodbye to family and friends.

"Yes," Harrigan wiped the corners of his eyes uncomfortably.

He suddenly remembered the day a long time ago.

On that day, Teresa stood under the windowsill in the afternoon, and said with a cold expression, "He said that I was doomed to fail, that I was doomed to be the true god of the dead." You tell me?

Harrigan didn't understand the question and didn't dare to answer it easily. But he couldn't help but start to diverge, so who would be the real god of the undead? Will He understand the city? Will He be kind to the world?

At this moment, he got the answer.