In order to correct the unhealthy development trends of civilization in a timely manner, Wang Ran spent 3,600 years in the seed of creation, which was an extremely long time.
During these 3,600 years, he has played a variety of roles.
Farmer, hunter, knight, tailor, blacksmith, merchant, mountaineer, traveler, pastor, priest, chief judge, evil minions, devil leader...
He has always been active in this civilization.
He met some people he admired and encountered many things that made him happy, but all of these eventually drifted away with the wind in time.
Three thousand six hundred years have passed, and he has experienced all the identities and things he wanted to experience.
Now he only has one thought - to let a saint be born.
Lina was the one he chose.
People are indeed different. In countless cycles, Lina always stands out from the crowd of believers and becomes the one with the most steadfast faith and the strongest strength.
Wang Ran thought about why this happened, and finally he attributed this strange phenomenon to the Jade Disc of Creation.
Perhaps every civilization will have a character like Lina. When the creators want to concentrate resources on one person, there is a "Lina" available.
But Lina is a flesh-and-blood being, not an illusion at all.
Wang Ran didn't know how the Jade Disc of Creation shaped Lina, but this little girl had brought him many surprises in the past three thousand six hundred years.
She even made him a birthday cake as a mental break after a tiring combat training session.
Although that day was not his birthday but the birthday of the Universal Church, from then on, Lina was the only one who knew the true birthday of God.
She didn't tell anyone about this and kept it a secret.
Lina's strength increased rapidly. This time she built a twelve-story altar. This was the only relatively clear path to the saint realm that Wang Ran knew of.
Clear does not mean simple, just like you can get into Peking University as long as you get 720 points.
Building a twelve-story altar is an extremely arduous task. Not only does it require a sufficient understanding of the power of rules, but it also requires an extremely powerful rule to suppress the twelve-story altar.
The difference between the true God who finally accomplished this feat and the true God who only built one layer of the altar was like heaven and earth!
The realm of saints is also within reach.
In order to help Lina reach this level, Wang Ran created an opponent for her named Moss.
Moss is also a very talented guy.
But unlike Lina, if Lina is the chosen one arranged by the Jade Disc of Creation, then Moss is the version trap buried by the Jade Disc of Creation.
In the first thousand years of each simulation, Moss practiced faster than Lina and showed more piety than Lina.
But Moss's emotions were extremely complicated.
In the more than thirty endings where Moss killed Lina and became a saint, he went to war against the god fifteen times, committed suicide thirteen times for love, dominated the continent six times, and retired to the countryside three times...
Only five times did he continue to obey his orders, and that was after the simulation ended, so it was unknown what would happen in the future.
Wang Ranyuan called him "the number one traitor."
Among the dozens of endings in which Lina kills Moss and becomes a saint, only five of them end with her retiring to the countryside, and the rest all continue to obey his orders.
In comparison, Wang Ran undoubtedly preferred Lina to become a saint, so in the actual 3,600 years, he gave Lina a lot of special treatment.
The Seed of Creation can materialize his rule-based talents and bestow them on his believers in the form of balls of light.
This method consumes a lot of resources. It takes five resources to condense just one white talent, and twenty-five resources to condense one legendary talent.
After some consideration, Wang Ran gave Lina a legendary talent.
For the past three thousand six hundred years, Lina strictly kept these two talents a secret and never showed them to anyone, until this battle.
"Hit Moss hard for me!"
Wang Ran disappeared from the temple.
…
Only where the gods favor will there be living creatures and plants. The Northern Wasteland is a place abandoned by the gods. There are not even stones here, only a hard gray ground that stretches to the horizon.
The Northern Wasteland is a veritable desert for all living things. Even the insects with the strongest survival ability cannot survive in the Northern Wasteland.
However, today, the Northern Wasteland ushered in the busiest day in its history.
The silver-white fleet that stretched to the horizon slowly sailed into the airspace of the Northern Wasteland. The Pope and elders of the Universal Church were on this fleet. They went to the front lines in person to encourage the Judges to fight bravely.
This is a fight to the death!
There are only two outcomes after this battle: either the Universal Church defeats the devil and wipes out the devil and his followers; or the devil defeats the Universal Church and darkness engulfs the entire continent.
Opposite them, a dark fleet of the same size silently hovered at the same altitude.
The two sides did not go to war immediately.
The Universal Church is waiting for the messenger Lina, while the demonic forces are waiting for the demon Moss.
They opened the void shield that distorted space and secretly carried out an information war of unprecedented scale. Although they were all waiting for their backbone, if either side showed a flaw in the foreplay of the war, the other side would show its fangs without hesitation.
"God's followers, today is our final battle with the devil. Under the protection of God, we will be invincible and completely drive the devil out of this beautiful continent..."
On the communication channel of the Universal Church, the Pope and the elders were giving passionate speeches.
The believers were greatly encouraged.
The inquisitors all prayed in silence, and every warship was unusually quiet, like the calm before a storm.
The other side is much more chaotic.
"Kill all these hypocritical guys!"
"God doesn't exist! Hahahaha!"
"Dedicate your life to the Demon King!"
"This day has finally come! I've been waiting for it for so long!"
"We are just pursuing freedom. Even if there really is a God, what's wrong with us?"
"… "
The communication channel of the demonic forces was in chaos. Everyone was talking to themselves. No one cared what others said. They just wanted to make their own voices heard.
The members of the demonic forces are not actually extremely evil, they just have some psychological problems to a greater or lesser extent.
Wang Ran played a big role in secretly adding fuel to the flames.
He deliberately gathered these people together, provided them with resources, and secretly manipulated them to place Moss on the "altar". Finally, he created a powerful opponent, the demonic force, for the Church of All Things.
Suddenly, shrill cheers were heard from the demonic forces' communication channel.
Right in front of the two fleets, time and space distorted slightly, and two figures, one black and one white, appeared out of thin air. They were standing in the air without the help of any technological equipment.
“You’re here.”
"Um."
Moss stared at the girl in front of him.
Over the past three thousand six hundred years, both of them have experienced countless separations of life and death. Their former acquaintances either died of illness or in battle, and in the end, only the two old enemies were left to accompany each other for a long time.
Moss looked up at the majestic Universal Church Guardian Corps behind Lina. He said with a little emotion: "Remember? When we were collecting wild fruits like monkeys, Nagu said he wanted to turn into a bird so that he could easily eat fruits from high places without having to climb up and down."
Lina listened to this familiar yet unfamiliar name that Moss heard, and she nodded slightly: "Xiao Gu is full of imagination. If he could live to this day, he would definitely be an outstanding scientist."
"And Uncle Ku, when he was young, he went into the dangerous mountains alone to hunt saber-toothed tigers for us just for two animal tooth pendants. When he was old, he was bedridden and so thin that every bone protruded from under his skin." Moss sighed softly and said with emotion, "If he could live to this day, any disease could be cured..."
Lina glanced down at the decoration on her left cuff, among which was a gray, twelve-centimeter-long animal tooth, the one that Uncle Ku had given her more than three thousand five hundred years ago.
She looked at Moss calmly and saw a thin white rope around Moss's neck.
"Are you still wearing that necklace?" she asked suddenly.
Moss shrugged and smiled, "I've been wearing it all the time. I just changed a few strings because the original ones were worn out. I'm a nostalgic person, you know."
Moss smiled and took out a gray animal fang that was exactly the same as Lina's from his collar.
"This is a gift from Uncle Ku."
He raised his hand and shook the black bell on his sleeve.
"This is from Aya."
He pointed to the bone pendant on his forehead.
"Turan gave it to me."
He drew a jeweled scimitar from his waist.
"Qiu forged this for me. She died in a forest fire before she could give it to me. I found it in her arms."
Lina was silent, because every name Moss mentioned reminded her of a person and a story. These people were once very vivid, but now they only live in her memory.
Misfortune and illness took their lives.
"I'm about to kill you, why are you telling me stories from the past now?" Lina interrupted Moss's seemingly endless recollections. She raised the corners of her mouth slightly, "Is it because you are scared? Do you want to arouse my sympathy for you?"
Moss shook his head.
He gently raised his arms and showed Lina the dozens of relics of his deceased relatives on his body.
"Lina."
"I didn't have to carry all this with me."
"If they're still alive."
Lina pursed her lips. She seemed to guess what Moss was going to say next. She interrupted and said, "Birth, aging, sickness and death are the laws of nature. They returned to the embrace of God and were happy when they died."
“Happy?” Moss lowered his head, his shoulders shaking constantly, “Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha…”
Lina frowned her pretty eyebrows.
Moss raised his head, stared into Lina's eyes and asked, "Do you really think so? Qiu was happy when he was suffocated to death by smoke, Uncle Ku was happy when he was bedridden, and Turan was happy when he was eaten alive by tigers and bears?"