Gods and the Man Who Wants to Kill Gods

Bell's spirit is rising, Bell's body is sinking, Bell, Bell, Bell.

Bell is splitting, and Bell is no longer Bell.

He saw the pain compressed in the middle of the infinite space, the mass, the unknown apostle, or something with strange power, in a time that existed before the apostles of life and order

Bell didn't know, he just knew that this feeling was very similar, very much like the nightmare of the pervasive, airtight iron box that kept seeping inward when he saw the Apostle of Life, when he was fleeing from the past.

Is that really a dream?

"Why is there no race, I filled in the previous all have races. Kent pulled back Bell, who had drifted or sunk.

"I don't know what kind of wind the leader above has sent, and all the races in the middle of the computer files have been deleted, and this is only for Dibit. Bell took a deep breath, the swamp's already wet lungs filled his lungs, but Bell didn't feel sick in the slightest.

He had long been accustomed to such a life.

Is it really already used to it?

He didn't know.

"Where are we going now?" said Kent's question, which was of little value, but he did it anyway

"Let's see what old Neil's house has to offer. "

"Haven't all the things in Old Neil's house been sent to the analytics department?"

"That's why we should go. "

"Why?".

"The most important things in a person's home are often those things that are easy to overlook, and it is easier for us to find those things when we eliminate distractions. "

It doesn't make sense to explain, but for Kent and Bell the explanation doesn't matter, and if everything needs an explanation, it's hard to survive in Olgley.

Not all humanoids have to follow the perverted system of the Order Field.

Makes sense, isn't it, humanoids are the world's most challenging species diversity design.

And order, there are no accidents, stability is the appearance of order.

And inside him, no humanoid knows what's inside.

As if urged by something, as if chased by something, the heavy humidity was receding, and although it was still suffocating, their vehicle did not stop, and the air outside the car was filled with an unpleasant emotion.

Chewing, swallowing, is disturbing taste.

It wasn't until the road reopened, until the humidity in the air returned to the stickiness they had once familiarized, until the modern houses came into view again, that the two police officers felt an inexplicable sense of ease.

Order gives them peace of mind and stabilizes their nerves, which are already in danger.

"So what should we do to them?".

"What are you talking about?".

"It's the loaches. "

"We do nothing, we can't do anything. "

"They knew it wasn't orderly. "

"I can let the monks of the diocese come and see it, but the diocese has been very loose in the past few years, and Dibit has no so-called mission, let alone Olgley. "

"Actually, there is. Kent whispered. "Isn't that Vernay, who was basically the same time as me?"

"Yes, it's just that the way of proselytizing is more radical, and it belongs to the kind that kills whoever doesn't believe, right?"

"Mr. Vernay doesn't either, I don't think he believes it either, I just think maybe he'll be more exposed to such things, heretics or whatever. "

"Save it, a lot is a lot, but it's not something that his level can touch. "