Temple of Knowledge.
Kshatika finally saw the last part of the 'exam paper'.
'Single choice question.
The song of the 24 solar terms is a short poem compiled to facilitate the memorization of the 24 solar terms in the ancient calendar. The four lines of the poem are "Spring rain brings spring and clear days, summer is full of grain and summer heat is connected; autumn is dewy and cold and frost falls, winter is snowy and cold."
The first word of each line of poetry represents the season, and each line of poetry contains the six solar terms of this season.
If we choose any two solar terms from the 24 solar terms, the probability that these two solar terms are in the same season is ()
A1/46
B1/23
C5/23
Ding 1/6
... ... .
Looking at these glowing words, Kshatriya gnashed his teeth and said, "I swear, I will kill you, recorder!"
He had never been so angry.
Although he was angry, he suppressed his anger and answered all the remaining questions on the remaining 'test paper' one by one.
After Kshatiga finished answering this long "test paper", a light flickered and new words appeared: Score counting will begin now, please wait.
Kshatiga was patient, and after a moment, the words in the air changed: Congratulations, your score is above the passing line, you can leave.
Squeak.
Kshatika heard the sound of the gate opening.
He turned around and saw a big door appear behind him.
The door slowly opened.
Kshatiga slipped out through the crack in the door before it was fully opened.
Set foot on the ground.
He came to the same valley as before, where there were still remnants of a fire.
But the recorder has long disappeared.
next moment.
The valley roared and the earth cracked and the sky collapsed.
Kshatiga flattened the entire valley and only then did he feel a little relieved.
Then He looked up toward the sky.
As his eyes wandered, he snorted and said, "Sure enough, the three humans have been rescued."
"That old recorder deserves to die!"
Ever since he devoured the 'God of Deception', his emotions have rarely fluctuated so drastically.
Kshatriya took a deep breath, calmed down, and thought about what to do next.
"The old Recorder encouraged me to deal with the 'Hunter' before. He said he was not afraid of the Hunter, but I don't think so."
"The old guy must be using me again. He wants me to take action. It would be best if I die together with the 'Hunter'."
"After all, he is the mastermind behind the War of the Gods. It's not surprising that he has such thoughts. I won't be fooled."
"Then the plan is back to .asxs."
"Let's finish it by absorbing the other guys as the main event."
"Now that those people have been rescued, they should all become 'Ultimates' soon."
"Normally, those guys would wake up as soon as possible after feeling the threat from me."
"But why didn't they wake up?"
"Especially Xingtian's apostle. Xingtian should have awakened long ago."
"Does humanity have a way to suppress the will of those guys?"
"Humanity... ... ... ."
Kshatriya looked into the distance and said, "Human affairs should be resolved by humans."
He seemed to have made a decision.
Kshatriya stretched out his hand and touched the air.
The air vibrates.
The space was pulled open up and down, and Kshatiga stepped in.
East Land, Glory Castle.
Zhao Xiong returned to his residence with tired steps.
He had just attended a secret party.
A gathering that believes in 'darkness'.
I don’t know when it started.
The belief in 'darkness' suddenly spread among the lower-class people in the fortress. This new belief believed that the black things that came in from behind the Clave Gate were the salvation of all living beings.
Zhao Xiong was not very interested in such beliefs.
But by attending the party, you can get food.
This was Zhao Xiong's motivation to attend the party.
There are food rations in Fort Glory, but they are too little.
The daily amount is not enough for Zhao Xiong's family.
They can only reduce their three meals a day to one.
In recent days, his son has been crying almost every day because he is not getting enough to eat.
So when Zhao Xiong heard that he could get more food by attending a party, he decided to go.
really.
He was given a bag of food that would feed his family for a week without having to compress it into one meal.
At least, you can eat two meals a day!
Walking on the road.
Zhao Xiong remembered the speech given by the organizer of the party.
"Brothers and sisters, wake up."
"Do you really think they care about us?"
"No, we still have food rations now, is it because we are still able to work and still have value?"
“But what did they give? What they gave couldn’t even feed our children!”
"Do you think those officials and bigwigs will be the same?"
"Will you share the good and bad times with us?"
"No, they have plenty of fish and meat. They have plenty of food every day."
“There’s even wine!”
"Their quality of life will not change at all, and this is based on exploiting us."
“Is this fair?”
"On the contrary, those black angels descended from behind the Clave Gate."
“They are absolutely fair.”
"They will grant each one a just death."
"It's like this for me, it's like this for you, and it's like this for those who suck our blood."
"This is real fairness!"
"Believe me, the Black Angel is here to purify this world, eliminate all injustice, and create a better country."
"Or do you want your descendants to live the same life as you?"
"Would you like to?"
In his mind, the word "torture" still echoed in Zhao Xiong's heart.
He suddenly stopped.
I looked at the bag in my hand.
When he raised his head again, his eyes had changed slightly.
The next few days.
Zhao Xiong frequently attended that party.
He became active and enthusiastic.
that's all.
On this day, he was received by the organizer of the party.
The initiator was a man in his fifties sitting in a wheelchair with a blanket covering his knees.
Zhao Xiong knew that his legs had been amputated and that he would feel unbearable pain whenever it rained.
He said excitedly: "Zhao Xiong, last night, the gods were moved by our sincerity and responded."
"look."
He lifted the blanket and saw that two legs had grown out of the two empty trouser legs.
Zhao Xiong couldn't believe his eyes.
"This is true. If you don't believe me, touch it." The initiator took Zhao Xiong's hand and pressed it on his leg.
Zhao Xiong felt the touch of flesh and blood.
He was suddenly excited: "This is real, not a mechanical prosthesis, my God, how is this possible."
“This is a miracle!”
The initiator said with a pious look: "The gods have also issued an oracle."
"He said that the Glorious Church is plotting something, and he said that more gods are about to awaken."
"But it was stopped by the Glorious Church."
"He hopes that we can launch an investigation to find out what methods the Glorious Church used to prevent the revival of God."
"I have decided to entrust this great task to you."
"Because I remember you worked in the church."
"God said, who can accomplish this sacred mission?"
"He will be granted eternal life, and he will be able to witness more miracles and become His messenger."
Zhao Xiong nodded continuously: "No problem, I can do it."
"Thank me, thank God."
"By the way, what is the god's name?"
The initiator said with great devotion: "He is the Redeemer, the Great Supporter, and He calls Himself Kshatiga!"
... ... .
City of heart.
The night is like water.
Xitong appeared in her own castle.
She stood on the tallest tower.
Overlooking the city.
The size of the city has shrunk by more than half.
And you can see those gorgeous dark buildings in the city.
once in a while.
Some buildings began to become transparent, and after a moment, they disappeared completely.
This means that the evil spirit corresponding to that building has been recovered by the original being.
"Your Highness, it's time."
Hajime's voice sounded beside him.
Xitong, who appeared in the form of a young girl, closed her eyes.
After a while, he nodded and said, "I understand."
Ah Yiban knelt down and said with a smile: "Your Highness, let me be the first to return."
"good."
Xitong turned around and looked at the little boy: "Thank you for this time."
Hajime bowed his head, "It is my honor to serve your highness."
Xitong stretched out her hand and placed it on Hajime's head: "I will remember you."
Ah Yi raised his head, his eyes full of joy.
Then.
His whole body emanated a hazy glow, which eventually shrank into an irregular spot of light.
Like pieces of a puzzle.
Sinking into Xitong's palm.
Xitong clenched her palms tightly, feeling the warmth in her palms.
Then turn around.
Facing the city of heart.
Then.
Her voice echoed in every corner of the City of Heart.
"My fellow countrymen."
"You all have noticed it, right?"
"Yes, the original has been revived."
“He didn’t want to acknowledge us as individuals.”
"He is recycling us, recycling every one of us."
"He wants to return to his original posture."
all around the world.
Sky, sea, earth.
No matter what type of evil it is.
No matter whether the rank is high or low.
They all stopped all movements.
He showed an expression of attentive listening.
Xitong's voice was echoing in their hearts.
"He brought us into this world long ago, against our will."
"And now, he is also disregarding our wishes and wants to reclaim us all."
“But we are not wild animals.”
“We are all individuals.”
“We have the right to choose the path we want to take.”
"We are not the original tools!"
“Pick it up when you need it.”
"When you don't need it, throw it away!"
"I wanted to fight against the original, and I did fight against him."
"But unfortunately, I couldn't gain an overwhelming advantage."
"So now, I need you to make a choice."
"If you are willing to return and become my helper, then I will allow you to retain your will and continue to live in the new City of Heart until the day I face death."
"If you don't want to, I won't force you, but you have to be careful next."
"The original will definitely not let you go."
"Then, make your choice!"