There is no other creature like you.
This sentence has actually fully revealed the mind of the gods. As a creator god, he doesn't care about creatures, nor the world. In the final analysis, all other things are nothing but ants in his eyes, but the first creation he created is unusual and a treasure in his eyes.
He discarded it when he said it, and he picked it up when he said he picked it up. The angels and blood races fell into his hands, but they were just ants he used to pass the time—the favor that the angels were proud of before, but it was actually more erratic than duckweed. .
As the only one who was treated differently, Kou Dong really couldn't be moved by this. He said coldly, "You've been here?"
The corners of Shenming's bright red lips became more and more raised, and his voice was gentle.
"If I don't teach you to suffer outside, how can you come back?"
Kou Dong really couldn't understand his favor. The favor of the gods does not give people a way to survive. In the previous dungeon, those NPCs did not have supernatural powers, they could only dream of locking him in a cage, and at most it was just a big mess; but this dungeon Among them, the final boss is a god who can change the trajectory of the entire world.
He is naturally omnipotent and omnipotent.
Now that I think about it, I seem to be living in Truman's world these few days, and what I see is not even the slightest bit of truth.
"Because you saw the things in Serin's hands, you deliberately asked him to write a letter and arranged for me to go there?"
What a coincidence, just as the original owner wanted to sneak into the castle to save his friends, a pair of rookie nobles with oriental blood happened to return to their homeland and received an invitation. —Looking at it this way, it is clearly a net opened by the gods to catch him.
Now that he has been trapped in it, the Father is no longer anxious. He knew that his beloved creation could never escape from this temple no matter what, so he was not in a hurry, but he was willing to answer to his beloved child: "His watch is engraved with your portrait."
Only then did Kou Dong understand how Serin, a businessman responsible for providing blood slaves to the blood race in the castle, could be left behind by the gods. He had always wondered why the count changed his mind after seeing Serin once. It turned out that the other party was carrying his own portrait with him.
But this thought made him feel a little uncomfortable. Serin has a wife and a daughter, and he is engraved on the inside and outside...
No matter how you look at it, it makes people feel weird.
Shenming smiled lightly, with no trace of joy or anger in his voice, "He is so courageous. Since he dare not be discussed by others, marry a wife and have children, he should break his mind. How can he have thoughts about you? "
Having said that, Kou Dong also understood in his heart.
Well, don't ask anything, this is another NPC who bows down to him.
... I really don't feel wronged when I am a disaster.
He couldn't help but look deeply at the Heavenly Father.
This god is narrow-minded and perverted, but when he just watched this group of vampires sucking his own blood, he was not confused at all. This doesn't seem like the other party's way of doing things, and his mind turns quickly, and he immediately recalls it.
The vampires standing here are probably clones of this god!
Seeing his expression, the heavenly father also smiled slightly, and actually clapped his hands lightly.
"As expected of my Lucy," he exclaimed, "How can other creations compare with you?"
When creating the seraph, the gods endowed him with all the virtues, endowed him with honesty, bravery, wit, and determination... Now he gazes at his creation and feels more and more satisfied. From head to toe, there is nothing that is not in line with his wishes.
"How could I let those dirty things touch you," the god said slowly, a trace of coldness flashed in the green eyes behind the mask, "I just borrowed their bodies."
After he uttered this sentence, countless stagnant blood race figures swayed slightly, and they actually bent down to pay respects to Kou Dong. When I looked again, their heads had exploded and turned into scattered black feathers, scattered in the air one by one like fireworks, leaving only the empty clothes floating lightly on the ground.
This is a gift from the gods.
God wants them to live, they live; God wants them to die, they die.
Ups and downs, but that's all.
This scene stunned the Niaozui doctors who were standing behind. Although they hated the blood clan long ago, they never thought that the destruction of the other party was only a matter of raising hands and feet of the gods, and they could only kneel down hastily for a while. Kou Dong's heart thumped, and the destruction of the blood clan more clearly showed the gap in force between him and the gods. He didn't turn his head to look at Ye Yanzhi, but from the corner of his eyes, he could feel the other person's body suddenly tensing up.
They were the only ones standing in the room.
The crow stood on the scattered clothes on the ground, raised its head and called twice. The god sat on the throne, but his face was gentle.
"Why are you so far away from me?" He smiled and asked Kou Dong to stand closer, "In the past, you would always lie on my lap."
Kou Dong didn't move. In fact, the seraphim who regards the heavenly father as his biological father will indeed do so, but the seraph who sees his own situation will never do so.
He said: "I want to know how you created the blood race."
The god smiled slightly, as if he was saying something absurd.
"What's so difficult about it?"
He said, his fingers were a little empty in the air, and there were thin threads of light that could only be seen with careful gazing around his fingers. He coiled those filaments of light, as if kneading a worthless dough.
Kou Dong was startled when he saw it—the creatures made of light golden threads had strange fish tails but human bodies, which obviously looked like mermaids. This is a new creation of this world. He wagged his tail in the hands of the gods, and raised his head with difficulty to kiss the fingers of the gods who created him.
But the god didn't let it touch it, instead he pulled it lightly, mercilessly destroying the creature he had just created. Immediately, he fiddled with his fingers again, and in an instant, a tall and rough image shaped like a mountain appeared in the palm of the god. He threw it on the ground, and it immediately took shape, almost breaking through the top of the temple on the third day, and its huge feet crushed many books scattered on the ground into powder.
With a wave of Heavenly Father's hand, he just dispersed and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
"Look," Heavenly Father narrowed his green eyes slightly, and said, "It's just some stupid creation."
"Lu Xi, it's time for you to come back.—Nothing in the world can escape my eyes. In the third day, I will give you whatever you want. You are kind by nature, why do you need to see these things?" Dirty things?"
"What do you want?" Kou Dong couldn't help mocking, "build me a Garden of Eden?"
"Garden of Eden?"
The god laughed lowly, shaking his head while laughing, "If you don't like it, it's not difficult to create a new world. ——Lu Xi, I'll give you a new world, and you can control anything in it, okay?"
Doctor Niaozui who was listening on the side was all shocked. In the eyes of God, the world he has created is not worth mentioning. If the young people are not satisfied, they can immediately destroy it and replace it with a new one.
Even the world is not worth mentioning, what about their creations
In the eyes of the gods, what is the difference between them and dust
At first, the angels just thought that the gods doted on Lord Lucifer extra; only now did they realize that it was not just doting, but exclusive doting.
Even the whole world has to make concessions under such monopoly.
The disparity was so great that the angels, who were originally unable to feel jealousy towards the seraphs, became more and more trembling now. If the status is similar, it can still be compared; what is the difference between clouds and mud? The sum of hundreds of worlds is probably not as good as a hair of the young man in front of him.
An angel bravely whispered: "Lord Lucifer, after you left, Heavenly Father fell into heaven with you. You have spent so many days in the lower realm, how can it compare to your days in heaven?"
In heaven, Lucifer is the only shining morning star, regarded by the gods as an eyeball, as a vice-lord; but in the lower realm, because of his blood, he was chased by blood clans and fell into danger several times.
If you are a person with an unstable mind, you may have been timid because of this difference. But Kou Dong didn't see it that way, he just looked up at God and said, "So, you created the blood race?"
In fact, all the angels know about this past event.
Lucifer's fall into the sky is perhaps the most important event in the history of heaven. The seraph who realized that he was just a bird in a cage stood by the cloud platform, and the frightened and angry gods called the morning mist, so that he would not see it; gathered the clouds so that he would not fall.
He exhausted all means, and even created an angel that was the same as the little angel that was wiped out before, trying to save Lucifer from falling into heaven.
But Lucifer was far more courageous than they imagined. In front of all the angels, he drew out his own bones and blood.
The seraphim was originally like a vice-lord, and its divine power was naturally extraordinary, almost equivalent to a god. Without hesitation, he cut open the belly and cut off the wings, and used the small knife given to him by the gods to dig out the angel's bones piece by piece, and arranged them neatly.
The pale golden blood was also drawn out from his fingers, dripping into the cloud. Because it is full of aura, the clouds are also dyed a brilliant golden color.
These are all used by the gods to create him.
bone.
Blood.
They were all arranged according to their original forms, and now the beloved angel was only a blurry mass, and his face could hardly be seen clearly.
"You made me with your own bones, and filled me with your own blood. Thank you for creating me in the world."
The angel whispered, and immediately stopped looking at the god who had stood up from the throne.
There was naturally a scorching light in his eyes, almost burning.
"What you gave me in the past, I have given back. I will remember the kindness of my heavenly father—"
"I also ask Heavenly Father to fulfill his promise and return to me the supreme freedom!"
The gods did not answer for a long time.
Lucifer was not surprised. As far as the gods are concerned, he is almost half life; the gods must not let him go voluntarily. So he used the last bit of divine power to turn himself into light spots and scatter them into the earth.