They all call me an evil god Vol. 2 [MTL]

Ch 199

Chapter 199 

Sure enough, wisdom has awakened from its slumber, and the turmoil before the kingdom of God is inseparable from Him. But Liam hasn't come back yet, is he seriously injured?

Thinking of this, her gaze froze inch by inch.

Mortimer seemed to guess what she was thinking, and took the initiative to explain: "Don't worry about Liam, he will be coming to you soon."

"I'm here just to give you a chance to have a peaceful dialogue before something inevitable happens."

Alana sensed the presence of Erin and Victor next to the two children, and relaxed slightly, "You should know that I just got the fourth Godhead fragment from Teressa.

It's a threat, it's a temptation.

She has destroyed the most important layout of wisdom in the world, and it is hard to believe that He is not in the slightest.

"Ah, yes," Mortimer said, with a sigh on his face, "I saw Teressa's death. But I knew a long time ago that this was meant to happen.

Alanna frowned slightly, uncomfortable with His words.

"Allow me to help you get your mind out," Mortimer said, pressing the top hat on his head.

"As you can see, I have several different agents on earth, and Bert · Miller is one of them. This is not a divine descending, I have not sent the power of God to this body, but I have occasionally replaced his true consciousness by the power of fantasy.

Alana mouthed off.

The god of utopian thought is the one who was first killed by wisdom.

Without the cooperation of the god of the dead, it is difficult for wisdom to walk in the world for a long time. You can only borrow certain eligible bodies for a short period of time, as is the case with Liam, but this is not a good idea.

First, his strength will be greatly reduced, and the more doppelgangers, the weaker his strength will be. Second, the vessel of the gods will die frequently, attracting the attention of the gods and the church of the four gods.

So Wisdom came up with a way to select the powerful and devout ones from among the believers, and issued them an "oracle" - to travel on different continents, searching for fragments of Godhead and undead successors.

And He only appears at the most special times.

Now, for example, it is not wisdom that is performing the divine descent, but Abbot Mortimer imagining the Lord he serves, and wisdom is projected into the imagination through the authority of the god of utopia.

Wisdom didn't notice the change in Alanna's expression and continued.

"Many years ago, I did want to raise Teresa to be the next god of the dead, and I gave her two Godhead shards. But in the search that followed, I discovered a brutal truth.

"A fact that made my plan a failure."

Alana remembered what Teresa had said, "You mean, Norton and I are father and daughter?"

"Oh no," Mortimer waved his hand, "when the dead fell, I knew that the Pope was looking for a successor, and it didn't matter if I adopted it or not. What I didn't expect was that you weren't from the world.

"So what?" Alana asked, "Because of this, Teresa is bound to lose?"

Mortimer didn't answer the question directly, "Do you know where the last Godhead fragment is?"

Alana was stunned for a moment.

She could sense the general location of the Godhead fragment, but the exact location could only be determined after getting closer, but it was obviously not that simple for the intelligence to ask.

She thought for a moment and muttered in a low voice, "Deep Sea." The

god of the dead placed the last fragment of Godhead in the deep sea, a place where time and space intersect!

"Yes," Mortimer said with a look of regret and admiration, "Wieland is a great fellow. He has secured your divine position with this trick.

"My plan was wrong from the start, no matter how talented and amiable I found a child with an undead affinity, he or she would never become a god of the undead."

"Arrogance blinds me," he said, shaking his head and smirking wryly.

"I found Teresa more than thirty years ago, and Norton was like a ship with no compass, crashing around the continent of Strand."

"While Teresa was holding the Godhead Fragment in her hand, Norton was playing a game of housekeeping in the remote town of T on the continent of Eivor. I thought I was in the hands of victory, until the call in Tia.
The moment the
evil god came, He knew that defeat was sealed.

It doesn't matter who starts the question first, and it doesn't matter who is closer to the answer, what matters is that there is only one "correct way to solve the problem".

Alana: "You are the god of wisdom, haven't you thought in this direction?"

Mortimer didn't expect her to ask so bluntly, "Yes, you're right." I considered this possibility very briefly, but after much deliberation, ruled it out.

"Because I think it's extremely irrational and has a very low win rate."

"Summoning creatures from the deep sea is not only costly but also very rare. Even if there were, the creature was chaotic and did not have the ability to think independently.

"Ten thousand steps back, even if a sane evil god is summoned, how can Wieland ensure that he is kind to humanity, to the earth, and even to the world?"

Speaking of this, Mortimer shook his head and sighed.

Perhaps he decided to take a gamble and win by surprise, or perhaps he had glimpsed a glimpse of the future with psychic authority. But in any case, this half-century-long layout is a loss for me.

Alana was amazed at the frankness of wisdom, but also more wary.

Contrary to her initial imagination, wisdom is not like a tyrant who covets power and power, but rather an older wise man who lives in the library of the Academy. He knows exactly what he's doing, accepts failure and learns from it.

"Is the fire in the Bee community related to you? Or further, does the death of the wife and child of the Sage of Harrigan have anything to do with you?

Mortimer was not surprised that Alana would ask, and calmly said, "Since God came from men, they are destined to be imperfect."

"Was it a coincidence that the Sage of Erin traveled to Tia Town to meet Pope Norton? Was it a coincidence that Ms. Belinda died on a mission to track down the archons? Taking it a step further, was it by chance that you got to where you are today? "It's

not unfair that the gods affect the earthly world, and the earthly world affects the gods."

Alanna was silent for a moment, noncommittal, "Thank you for helping me out, but I guess you came here today for more than just this purpose, right?" The corners of

Mortimer's mouth rose, "Yes, I have a more important purpose.

"I have a common problem with being a smart scholar, like learning, data and statistics. And now the calculations tell me that I have a good chance of falling in a head-to-head battle with you.

"So, I want to tryto negotiate with you.

"Tell me," Alana didn't veto immediately, after all, this was a rare opportunity to spy on intelligence.

Mortimer slowly raised his hand, "Pictures speak louder than words, so allow me to show you."

Alana realized that he was trying to pull her into Dean Bert's imagination, and strengthened her conscious defenses.

In the next second, the sound of children chasing and playing faded away, and the faint smell of hot dogs disappeared. The black wrought iron bench seemed to be erased by an eraser, and the figures of the people melted into the air.

Looking into the distance, what you see is not the city's scattered houses and iconic towers, but a simple and beautiful white western-style building, standing alone on a small hillside full of greenery.

Alanna's brows moved slightly, and she had a guess, "This is your home?"

"Yes," Mortimer smiled, "this is my dwelling place in the kingdom of God."

"The kingdom of God is a separate space from the earth, but it's not that big. To be exact, it is about a quarter the size of the continent of Eivor.

"Of course, for twenty-seven residents, it's a bit empty."

"You set up the scene here, right?" Alana guessed that each god had a fixed territory and had the ability to transform it into what she liked.

"Yes, if you design it, I'm afraid it will be different." Mortimer said.

"Better than I thought." Alana commented distractedly.

"Really?" Mixed emotions flashed in Mortimer's eyes, "I hope you'll be able to say that later." Because this is only the surface world of the kingdom of God, do you want to see the inner world?

Although it was a question, He did not wait for Alanna's answer.

The flat, soft grass seems to be scorched by the extremely high temperature, turning into fly ash and melting into the air. The beautiful little western-style building seems to have been haphazardly erased from the canvas, leaving behind a chaotic oil paint.

Dark clouds rolled, lightning and thunder roared.

The smooth green ground was filled with boulders of all kinds, regular shapes but odd shapes, and the hill turned into a hundred-meter-high tower made of countless white tentacles.

If you look closely, you will find that those tentacles are like squeezed brain flowers, white matter and gray matter are clearly layered, and folds and textures are chaotic and upside down. It's no exaggeration to say that this is the most sloppy thing Alana has ever seen.

Holding back the nausea in my heart, "This is your body?"

"Yes," Mortimer didn't mind her disgust, "I beg your forgiveness as I devour the authority of other gods, and my ontological image is getting uglier and uglier.

"That's what you want me to see?"

"No, of course not." As soon as Mortimer shook his hand, the two of them slowly rose into the air, "I hope you are looking at this inner world, your vacant divine seat.

Alana followed the direction of her finger and saw a strange structure dozens of kilometers away.

It has flat, smooth black edges, and two or three different-colored partitions are exposed in the center, and the partitions are carved with some kind of regular raised lines.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity came to my face, but with it came an indescribable fear.

"Have you seen the inner world of the Kingdom of God?" A frenzied glint flashed in Mortimer's eyes. If it weren't for their identities and hostile stances, he would have held Alanna's hand and asked.

"I haven't seen it." It's the truth.

"But what do you think of?" Mortimer affirmed.

Alana was about to deny it, her pupils narrowed. His eyes slowly swept back and forth across the ground, and finally returned to the "Throne of the God of the Dead", his heart beating wildly, and his mind was in turmoil.

She knew where the familiarity of the world in the kingdom of God came from.

Circuit boards! From this point of view, it's clearly a circuit board! Ground or cylindrical, square-shaped, flake-shaped strange stones like resistors, capacitors and chips, straight white roads like circuits.

And the vacant "Divine Seat" is the interface, the interface for information or energy transmission!

After taking a few deep breaths, Alana suppressed her voice and asked, "Is there such a thing under the essence of the gods?"

"Yes," Mortimer looked intently at Alanna's face, lest he miss a hint of what she had revealed, "yes, the gods must place their bodies on the throne if they want to gain full authority. "There's

no other way." He paused, then added.

"How did you feel when you were connected to the throne?"

"I felt like I was decaying, dying at an extremely slow pace. The power of faith slows down the process, but the end does not change.

Alana closed her eyes, "Can I see the thrones of the other gods?"

"Of course," Mortimer waved his hand, and they switched between different spatial points.

Alana saw "towers" of different shapes and heights, some like thorns, some like mist, and the common denominator was that similar symbols were carved on the tentacles.

I also saw the "Divine Seat" with different widths and carvings, which belonged to the fallen gods.

She finally understood the question that Teresa had asked at the beginning, why there were only twenty-seven divine positions in the kingdom of God, and they did not increase or decrease. Because there are only twenty-seven interfaces.

God's lifespan is only a few hundred years, and it is also related to "interfaces." After all, no "hardware" is eternal, and even if you enter the "low power" mode, it will only run for a little longer.