Gods and the Man Who Wants to Kill Gods

"Mutinies are going to happen, we've already told all the humanoids who need to be contacted," Will's tone was flat, not much of an ebb and flow, and Judah didn't disturb the pace of their conversation, he just sat down in silence.

Sitting down like this obviously doesn't provide him with much ability to participate in the topic, especially since the other party is discussing an ordinary person who has never been able to think thoroughly about the current situation in a real sense.

Judah felt haggard just by listening to their conversation. "We have very valid reasons, but we obviously can't just claim that way to those people, otherwise all our efforts will be in vain. The eldest prince said this, taking a slight sip of tea, "Isn't it necessary to find a suitable reason? And I think this reason can be accomplished by 'fate'." "

"Isn't that what we were talking about? After all, we couldn't have done better, and for Emily it might not have ended up what she wanted. Will's voice was indeed hoarse and distinctly torn, not the same as that of the Grand Prince, who gave a gentle but firm strength, but now the voice was uttering words that were absolutely inconsistent with the fantasies of the owner of such a voice.

"Times require change, and at the same time sacrifice is needed. He glanced at Juji, "The human race you brought here is really bold, and you should thank him for working with us a long time ago." There was a slight displeasure in his tone, "Otherwise, a person like you will not be able to achieve anything, no matter what your bloodline is." "

That kind of unhappiness is not a kind of contempt for the weak, Judah can clearly distinguish it, because he has heard too much of this tone, it is a kind of unhappiness about his own incompetence, and he can only wait for things to continue to develop, and even can only follow the direction of the plan but he has a feeling of being unhappy.

Just as Rochester constantly forced himself to tidy up the room caused by his loose habits, he used to think this way when he was powerless about himself, and the experience accumulated from such life experiences would actually have its own usefulness, Judah did not expect, but now that he recalled such things, he was somewhat grateful to Rochester.

After all, he is the only one who can really educate himself on how to look at the faces of other humans, but it's a pity that this young man has already achieved the achievement of facing the level of difficulty in hell, after all, what is more uncertain in this world than the legitimate and graceful humanoids in the political ecology?

For Judah it was such a challenge, and he had to draw some conclusions of his own from it, as it was probably one of the few direct ways he could help the stream. Although this human race may indeed have its own peculiarities in being able to enter the game so boldly, it is clear that he is more obsessed with showing his abilities, after all, humanoids without ability will be eliminated.

This was what had always been in Jesus' mind, and he had no clue but to finally withdraw his attention and re-dedicate his ability to riddles that he did not understand.