For the sake of the goddesses, the king is ready to completely eliminate the concept of himself from the goddesses' lives.
This is undoubtedly the greatest betrayal for the goddess.
But even so, the king will still be the king.
The king is still above everything else, but everything else will undergo drastic changes because of this.
Because of the king's betrayal, the goddesses' original bottom line and hesitation will be completely abandoned.
In the future that two generations of prophets could see.
At this moment, the goddesses will destroy the original return ceremony, and then a war far more insane than the Age of Gods will once again sweep the entire world.
The madness of the Age of Gods came from greed and revenge, but this time it will come from love and curse.
The goddesses will begin to fight for the king, and constantly try to completely kill the goddesses except themselves!
So, both Sanchez and Buffy Morse received such a prophecy.
Because in their person, the future they can see and the knowledge they can obtain, all of them are "lies" that have been set long ago - that is, the original has already died in the war of blasphemy!
This was engraved on all the logic and rules of this world even before the War of Blasphemy began.
Anyone or anything, no matter what method is used to verify or debate.
There is only one answer.
The original is dead.
Therefore, the goddesses were able to successfully prevent the original from returning, because no matter how great the existence was, at this moment it should be a dead being who was powerless to do anything.
At this moment, He didn't even have the concept of resistance or stopping.
But in fact, Yuanchu is not dead.
Or in other words, there was no concept of death in the beginning!
This is the world of original creation. Everything in this world, whether it is humans, elves, orcs or plants, the earth, the air and even endless supernatural powers.
All of this comes from the original.
Whether it is the powerful eldest son, the perfect ancient dragon, or a mortal full of variables.
They and the limits of what they can do have been set long ago.
Then this upper limit will never exceed the original.
Because everything they have comes from the original gift.
It is like dividing an infinitely large cake into countless pieces. These separate cakes may be big or small, but one thing is absolutely certain.
That is, none of them can be bigger than the original cake!
What’s more, this cake is still infinitely large
And the war of blasphemy was won only because Mozo wanted to win.
There was no Mozo Klein, no original Firstborn.
Then no matter how hard the creatures in this world try, they cannot resist the original decision.
Even standing in front of the Original One and loudly saying "no" to Him was impossible.
Just like in the future seen by the two prophets, at this moment, the Origin should not even have the concept of stopping it.
If there was no stranger, the world would be doomed to perish in the silence of all living beings.
It is because the original eldest son hopes that this beautiful world can continue to exist.
That is why the original creator tried every possible means to preserve this world.
The destroyer that followed also gave people the spirit to resist and a possibility of success.
Therefore, among the prophet's predictions, the original prophecy was completely wrong.
It is an iron rule that a prophet's predictions should definitely come true, but this iron rule does not apply to the person who made it.
Under Mozo's gaze, the goddesses' devastating combos came to a complete halt!
Sound, force, molecular disturbance, even thought, time, space, all the verb momentum that Mozo could think of was completely stagnant at this moment!
But he didn't, he could still see everything, he could still move freely, and he could still think fluently.
The answer is actually very obvious.
Isn’t it
In the utter stillness of all things.
Mozo finally saw the second momentum—in the beam of light that shot up into the sky.
A tall figure is gradually becoming solid.
The next moment, she came out.
The true master of this world, the only true God of this world.
The One to whom all things are One, the Father of all, the Creator, the Mother, my Lord, the God above all Gods—the Original.
She has many honorific titles, and almost every independent race or even nation has its own honorific title for her.
But there is one thing that is unified.
She is nobler than any other existence, greater than any other existence, and more beautiful than any other existence.
Mozo felt that he did not need to elaborate on her dignity and greatness, because the mere fact that she was the creator of the world was enough to explain everything.
As for her beauty, Mozo was sad to find that he, who had often considered himself well-read, was actually at a loss for words in front of this ultimate beauty.
The most beautiful woman under the starry sky
This was the only description Mozo could think of, but he immediately shook his head and denied it.
After all, the starry sky above was her creation.
This range under the starry sky is far from enough to reflect the limit of her beauty.
Even the goddesses who were already incredibly beautiful pale in comparison to her.
Or is it that the reason why goddesses are so beautiful and in line with human aesthetics is simply because they are moving towards their highest position
So the orc goddess Leia is completely in line with human cognition
Mozo felt that he had finally found the answer to a question that had troubled him in the past.
In this still world, as soon as she came out, she walked towards Mozo with a smile on her face.
As she approached, Mozo's long-dead heart began to beat again, his dried blood began to flow again, and the colorful world reappeared before his eyes.
He was finally able to truly see and feel everything on his own.
Rather than relying on the boring retelling of an unknown book as before.
After taking a look at his hands that had regained their color, Mozo smiled, then he patted his chest and bowed to her and said:
“Thank you for your gift!”
After countless generations, she finally stood in this world again with her true self. She tilted her head slightly and smiled at Mozo:
"My kind stranger, compared to the help you have given me, this is just a small token of gratitude!"
Then, she raised the corner of her mouth high and said to Mozo a sentence that she had been enduring for countless years, or a trap:
"So, what do you want?"
Yes, that's what she wanted most.
Because she knew what he would ask of her after so many years of arrangement and guidance!
And that's exactly what she wanted!
Let the goddesses forget him, let the world forget him, let yourself correct this world, let yourself eliminate everything about him in this world!
This is his request and also her expectation.
By then, I will be different from the foolish and hesitant self.
It is also different from the reckless and incompetent self.
She would have him perfectly.
Just like when it all started.
The only one he could rely on was himself, and they could play in the garden that he and she had carefully decorated at any time.
This is something I couldn't even get at the beginning.
At that time, although I also had this beautiful garden and him, things other than myself gradually appeared in his eyes.
I think it was at that moment that the reckless and incompetent self who was supposed to appear last woke up abnormally before her.
But none of this matters now. What matters is that this will be entirely his own will!
This is something that neither my reckless self nor my stupid self could ever do.
She just said that maybe he would be sad when he saw the familiar scenery in the garden, but it didn't matter, she would be by his side to accompany him and comfort him.
Then bring the two sides closer to each other.
Make everything more perfect than it was at the beginning!
Yes, everything was so perfect, now he just needed to say his request.
Faced with this question, Mozo also knelt on one knee and said with his head down:
"I want to know everything you've been hiding from me."
The perfect plan had unexpected problems.
The luck that belongs only to mortals finally favors the poor mortals.
Her smile froze slightly, but she was still full of smiles, and perfectly carried a hint of doubt:
"You want to know what I've been hiding from you?"
"Yes, that's all I want to know."
"But this is a very precious opportunity! Do you really only want to ask this question that makes no sense at all? Are you really not considering something else? For example, the little problems between them and you?"
As she spoke, she showed Mozo the goddesses around her.
Looking at the goddesses with different expressions but all trying their best to attack the brilliant beam of light.
Mozo smiled a bit.
He stood up and said to her:
"Yes, that's all I want to know."
The answer has long been determined, but there are still many things hidden behind the mist of history.
Mozo couldn't see these things, but she must know them all.
Looking at Mozo who was smiling at him.
The slightly doubtful smile on Yuan Chu's face gradually turned into calmness, and finally into teasing and sarcasm.
She sat back gently, and a magnificent throne that far exceeded the imagination of human craftsmen appeared behind her out of thin air.
"How foolish! You don't know what you've missed, but now. I'll make you understand."
The moment she opened her mouth, the sky of the entire world turned into a twisted and deformed abyss, where endless malice lurked.
With just one small command, the world will completely return to its original state - nothingness!
In the face of such power, whether it was the Great War of the Age of Gods or the return of the evil god not long ago, they all seemed so insignificant.
But before she could continue.
Mozo shook his head and said:
"You are neither creation nor destruction. Although I still don't know how to address you now, you don't need to pretend anymore."
After hearing these words, the ridicule and sarcasm on her face disappeared instantly, and the distorted abyss sky also disappeared immediately.
She looked at Mozo helplessly and sadly for a long time.
He sighed, moved to the side, and patted the empty space in front of Mozo, motioning him to sit down.