Every one here is a great magician who can push the progress bar of the new arcane art. Any one that makes a mistake is the biggest loss of the empire. Of course, it must be protected.
The end result of all these things is that more and more people appear in the encirclement of the Second Fleet, and various detection and analysis methods have begun.
For Taibeira, more and more people came to watch her public execution...
"Empire, sooner or later, you will have to pay the price for your arrogance!"
The three incarnations roared in anger, but she couldn't do anything to resist except roaring.
Lydia is still recording and analyzing: "The target's brainwaves continue to be excited, the willpower of the gods is firm, and the thinking activity is high, the logic is smooth, and the probability of normal fall is whispered 0.0082347%..."
Although Tybella was bound by chains and couldn't move, her perception was still at the level of a god, and she could see what the people were doing.
There are many similar "arcane analysis". She is obviously full of mystery and supreme god, but now she is like a guinea pig, under the control of the imperial people, it is parsed into pieces of information, enriching the database of the empire. .
For the gods, this is even more hateful blasphemy than throwing them into the opposite camp!
These mortals not only did not have any respect for her, but even regarded her as experimental material, and carried out inhuman experiments in a very cruel way!
"Lydia, are you going too far? Are you not afraid that some committees will trouble you later?"
Frankenstein also questioned Lydia's increasingly bold experimental analysis.
"They protect humans and magical creatures, but are gods living creatures?"
Lydia asked in a loud voice.
Frankenstein was stunned. It was true that when the legislation was enacted, the provisions had many restrictions on race, and tried to protect the dignity of intelligent life as much as possible.
But no matter which regulations, creatures like Tibera are not within the scope of protection.
The gods are so powerful, how can they be summed up in the vulgar definition of magical life
"I understand!"
Frankenstein was immediately excited, ordered inspiration to burst, and ordered his subordinates to start operating.
Not only Lydia has a lot of experiments, she also has a lot of operations, and she wants to verify it on Tibera!
The other magicians saw that the top leaders of the two university clans started to act, but they still didn't understand that because it was the first time to capture the gods, there were a lot of loopholes that could not be interfered by the research management method. Time to act.
The opportunity must not be lost, and the loss will never come again. Who knows if they miss this time and catch the gods in the future, will those legal loopholes have been filled, and they will not be able to use the next gods experiment recklessly.
From this point of view, from a certain point of view, what happened to Tybera after her arrest will be the upper limit of the misery of the gods. The future development of experiments, development, containment, etc. will definitely be more organized and logical, until a fixed form is formed. The program no longer allows this magician to let go of himself.
It's a pity that those beautiful futures are all based on the suffering of Tybera!
At the moment, the three incarnations of Tybella have to physically endure the magician's various curiosity about the gods, and use her to carry out all kinds of incredible experiments.
Psychologically, they have to endure the twelve twilights of the gods, and the judgment of those believers has never stopped.
That was done by relying on the power of faith. The lambs who contributed the power of faith in the past have mastered more advanced technology. They are no longer just tools to be squeezed casually. They also have the opportunity to question whether their dedication can get what they deserve.
Believers give everything to the gods themselves, and work hard to build the glory and prosperity of the kingdom of God. Should they have the least respect
Such questions kept ringing, and with the decline of Taibeira's power, those questions became clearer and clearer, she heard more and more clearly, and was affected more and more deeply.
Even the will of the gods is not boundless fortitude, otherwise there will be no gods who are addicted to faith, lost in prayer, and then fall into the fall.
The Seven Gods camp has the means to fight against the residual poison of belief, which is an important reason why they are getting stronger and stronger and can fight other gods to this point.
But that's just the power against scattered, unspecified, filtered beliefs.
Now, following the power of faith, there are countless believers' direct spiritual torture, pointing directly at what Taibeira has done in the past, pointing at the sins she allowed those powerful believers and nobles to commit, and a little bit of her pride and glory. The coat is torn off, revealing the essence of selfishness, cowardice, and greed.
Especially the control center of the eleven gods, they are all from the parish of the goddess of war. The body that can control the gods is not lost, and their willpower must have reached the level of gods, even far stronger than ordinary. of the gods.
They have also suffered under the rule of Taibeira, and they are also questioning, using their own anger and sorrow to affect the heart that Taibeira has always believed in.
Those were all her followers, and it was nothing else that supported her to survive the stray thoughts in her mind. It was the hatred for her, the goddess of war, that turned them into such a steel-like army that they could face the gods directly, and they could Invincible.
In contrast, she, a god, read their experiences, but gradually became less firm, rethinking the nobility and lowness that the universe seemed to have been born with...
Chapter 261 The real twilight, the accusation of blood and tears
My name is Sanya, an untouchable, a little girl born with sin.
But I worked hard, completed all the tasks ordered by the master, completed the work for my parents and grandma within my ability, and prayed to the goddess of war we believed in, and I didn't know what the sins I was carrying were.
Shouldn't sin be the word that murderers, robbers, deceivers, and those who take other people's property are judged on
Sanya didn't understand, so she could only ask her mother, who immediately cried and said it was all her fault, she shouldn't have given birth to me.
My mother cried so sadly that I dared not ask again.
Life was hard, but the family was united, and we could still eat the candy that my father bought for me when he was frugal!
It's rough, but it's so sweet, so sweet that Sanya feels happiness, the kind of happiness that the teachings and scriptures describe.
But later, the owner heard that he had bought seeds, but there was a problem with those seeds, which greatly reduced the income that year, and everyone went hungry.
Of course, the owner will not be hungry, as long as the ferocious housekeepers come to snatch the food of the untouchables, they can still live very happily.
It was a very scary winter.
My father went hunting in the mountains and never came back. My grandmother was sick in her hospital bed. My mother was struggling to support the family and fell into a well.
After my mother was buried, my brother and I went to the neighboring village to ask for some food. When my brother and I came back, my grandmother was burned to death in the room by the fire.
My brother said she was careless, but I know that my grandmother is the most careful person in the world, and she would never have made such a stupid mistake.
She is an old man, and she made a deliberate mistake because she didn't want to drag me and my brother down, and wanted to leave the last food for us.
For the first time, I knew that it was so difficult to just want to live.
But even if my grandmother gave up her illness, the food at home was not enough to survive this winter.
My brother slipped out at night, entered the farm next door, and came back in blood at night.
He wanted to steal food for fear of being caught, and his bones were broken in several places.
Just for a few potatoes not the size of a baby's fist, he suffered the most vicious beatings, pushed the bloody food at me, passed out and never woke up.
Sanya was left alone, alone.
I ate a potato mixed with my brother's blood, which was not good, but I swallowed it anyway.
My brother brought them back with his life and wanted me to live.
I must live, even if I don't know what to expect, what to see at the end of the life of the untouchable.
Growing up, getting married, having children, starving like me, living with the expectations of my family, and reincarnating
The pastor said that this is a beautiful world protected by the goddess of war. We live under her grace and we should be grateful.
But I don't know what to be grateful for
Thank you for giving me suffering, thank you for starving me, thank you for taking away my relatives, thank you for letting those high class people deprive me of my dignity, thank you for letting the potatoes stained with blood
But I should live.
Live for my parents, my grandmother and my brother, but see what's in this world.
If I have the opportunity to meet the goddess of war, I would like to ask her face to face:
You have done these things, do you really deserve to be high above, do you really accept our offerings
I don't want a good afterlife, I just want my mom and dad back.
I beg you, omnipotent god, in the hymn we have to sing, you said that you are omnipotent, right? Then you must be able to fulfill Sanya's little wish, right
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My name is Tiger, and my mother wanted me to be as strong as a tiger, so she gave me that name.
Because she was frail since childhood, thinner than children of the same age, and always sick, she was raised only because she was a girl and could always marry.
But that kind of growth is ultimately difficult, not bright, and very dark.
So she wants me to have a strong physique, so that I can not be bullied, can do more labor, and be a reliable labor force at home.
In this way, even if I am a child born by a concubine, I will not be ignored and receive more care, right
The beautiful name, the wishes of my mother, did not bring me good luck, I seem to have inherited her problems, and I am also thin and small.
I will be bullied outside, and my family doesn't like a sick child like me. My mother and I live like invisible people.
Knowing that her mother was ill, she was lying in bed, unable to do even the simplest cooking, starching and washing clothes.
Grandma took her to the temple and told everyone that the priest said her mother was dying.
Grandpa nodded, father nodded, aunt nodded, brother nodded...
Everyone knows that my mother is about to die.
Their expressions were calm, and when the old scalper at home fell ill last year, they would at least mourn for a while.
So on the third day, it was the day of my mother's burial.
I cried and walked at the back of the line, thinking that the pastor was amazing, saying that when my mother died, she really died.
In front of the roaring fire, I suddenly saw the grass mat covering my mother move.
I jumped over in surprise and took her hand. Although it was a little cold, it was still warm.