Gods and the Man Who Wants to Kill Gods

At that time, the Apostle of Thunder was only a half-old young man of nearly fifty years old, and his race had been forgotten to this day, but Stream still remembered that he cried and put on the last relic that his family had given him, a mask made of almost pure gold and engraved with needles made of ox horns, and no other humanoid remembered him again, only Him.

I hate war, but peace in the world is always a thing that is expected to happen, but it always exists in any corner of the world, that is, it does not exist in life, whether it is an ideal or a fantasy, there are also humanoids who wish that war would not happen, so that humanoid race has never been awake again, he lives in his own eternity, a beautiful and false utopia.

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experience of extreme privation is different for different faiths and races.

"It's been a long time, how are you doing, you look pretty good. "Money, though under the death gaze of the stream, had no intention of coming off Ray's body. "I'm here to see you, and it looks like you're not the same as before, and I've been worried. "The long life of the apostle does not confer wealth and power, but the spread of suffering, and you have to become the faith of other humanoids and bring them suffering, this is the rule, and the more painful the humanoids are, the more devout, the more they can gain the favor of power and gods.

Stream had been worried about Ray dying somewhere before he got along with the currency, and with Ray's strength, if he wanted to prevent you from finding something like a corpse, you would never want to find him.

"It's really good, but it's just that there's a little bunny to take care of lately. He patted the currency that was still asleep with a loose face. "It's also embarrassing for him, in order to see me actually let myself endure so much to come to me, and in order to accommodate me to choose such a place. "

"The sour smell of love. The stream didn't care too much about the currency, but just took care of himself and did it on the other side of the thunder sky, "The sunshine is really good, in fact, your star field is what I thought about transforming from the beginning." Looking at the story on the stained glass, it was written about the birth of the gods, as well as a brief introduction to the feast and the feast. Because of the competition involved, the story is unusually fragmented.

The gentleness of the gods, the cruelty of the feast. Time came as expected to envelop everyone into a river where they didn't know where they were going. The boat crisscrossed the ocean with an unyielding stance, and the relationship between the humanoids and the gods was like an eternal curse.

Scenes like this can only be so rampant with the permission of an apostle like Ray, and despite the graceful violence, it is a church that is very much in line with the values of the Thunder Star Field. The book that belonged to the gods in Ray's hand was so ironic in such a scene.

"I am not optimistic about your so-called transformation, you are not unaware that the faith race always repeats the mistakes of the past, and no one can find the fulcrum enough to support the world they think of as a world in such a large and complex world. "Liu is actually very aware of this phenomenon, according to the Thunder Star Domain's own investigation, over the years, the disciples of the Thunder Star Domain have always maintained this annual increase of 0.5%, and they are originally represented by the middle-aged and elderly men of the native race of the Thunder Star Domain.