Is the Evil God Me?

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"That boy is your favorite?"

Wearing a mysterious black gauze robe, the sacred emblem of [Secret Singer] hangs on her arms and hands. The white and black conservative nun's robe is matched with a face tattooed with scriptures. The woman's sallow face is like a sculpture, full of With silent death. She clasped her hands together as if she was praying, although her lips were not open, a voice sounded from the void.

[Secret Singer], the most mysterious person among the gods.

According to legend, this righteous **** has been exiled by the gods because he has mastered too many secrets of the gods, and has been wandering in the cracks of history for a long time. He hardly appears before people, and the records about him are even more pitiful. , but his followers or followers are not many.

Because in the astral world, there are too many leftovers about the [Secret Singer]. It seems that he deliberately left many pieces of information in the astral world, waiting for wisdom to pick it up by chance. However, this scripture nun should be a serious singer and believer, practicing the way of keeping secrets.

Although people often say that [Secret Singer] does not keep secrets, it is just an illusion.

If you have a deep understanding of its path, you can find that the so-called non-keeping of secrets is a very wonderful attitude, and this attitude often depends on the operation of certain things. In this operation, if it is biased to be beneficial, the keeper will give hints or reveal secrets.

The same goes for his followers.

Mastering information, observing events, looking for specific people, and giving relevant tips, this is like the host of a game, pushing the story to the most exciting part, this is the duty of the keeper.

Now, the believers of [Singer of Secrets] have found Amiste. The sallow-faced nun is very calm, as if through the porthole, you can catch a glimpse of the little gentleman pacing on the pier. And her eyes were covered by the holy corpse cloth, and she was in a state of being unable to see and unable to speak. .

"That's right, he's very good, isn't he? As the keeper of the secret, have you seen infinite possibilities in him?" Emister lay on her side lazily, her attitude towards Sister Sutra was very casual. It looked like it wasn't the first time the two met.

"I have no intention of commenting on what you and he are doing." Sister Sutra still didn't speak, but her voice still sounded from the void.

"Are you angry? Such an excellent boy, but because of my indulgence, he is walking towards a very dangerous future step by step. I almost forgot that you are the most merciful nun, but he doesn't need you to redeem him." Probably A familiar person, Amiste's tone suddenly became a little sickly. "He, I know it best. When it's time to speak morality, it's not naive. When it's time to be responsible, he will stand up with gritted teeth. He is destined to be a hero, even if his body is broken."

"Is this your choice?"

"This is our choice." The countess replied proudly.

The scripture nun heard the words, and a trace of light permeated from the holy corpse cloth that covered her eyes. After a while, the light disappeared, and the sacred corpse cloth with black bloodstains seemed to have deepened a few points in color.

"...I see, it's too much. Throwing such a person in the trash can of emotions, he can still be so clear. However, there seems to be a dead family around him just now, don't you need to deal with it?"

"No, it's just a candle that has come to an end. The extinguished candle can better help him understand how to choose."

Sister Sutra is no longer entangled in the topic of a certain outstanding young man, and her purpose of following Emiste on this trip is not her arrangement in the [Steam City], but something more lofty. The nun lowered her hands. There are many scars on her hands, burns, piercing scars, tearing scars, and different types of injuries left behind, making the nun's hands look very penetrating. These scars extend all the way to the wide in the sleeves.

Gu asks

If an Extraordinary were to observe it, they would be surprised to find that this was a relatively rare profession mastered by the church, called the path of the [Ascetic].

Generally, the Extraordinary of this path are the members of the dark side of the church.

These dark side personnel rarely move in front of people, and their mission is more to do some shady things. After the church was in complete decline, and secular powers overwhelmed everything, these dark people disappeared even more. This scripture nun seems to be going to do something incredible with the countess.

"This war is over, do you have plans to prepare for the next war?"

"The seeds of hatred have been planted, and the trees of suffering will sprout sooner or later. What matters is whether they are ready." Emist chuckled. "In addition, I think there may be some problems with our previous plan. Maybe it can be better achieved from another direction."

Having said that, the countess recited what Lynn had said to herself before, about the analysis of the geographical and industrial clusters of the Gaughan, Hopps, and Romans. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

The scripture nuns responded quickly.

"A complete Hopps, even if it loses the illumination of the angels and demigods, is it possible for new possibilities to break out? I will convey your news together when it arrives at the destination. It's just that you want to change the world. It's not easy."

"Yeah, that's why you need war. The more war that can destroy everything, the more important it is. Only in this way can everyone..." The countess subconsciously wanted to say something, but at the moment when she was about to exit, her expression froze, and she hurriedly hurried. It stopped his voice.

The scripture nun is silently praying.

After a while.

"Do you know how far the next war will evolve?" The countess changed the subject. At this time, the cruise ship had already gone to sea. She sat in the cabin and looked out. Because there was no fixed reference, there would be a kind of ship that would not stand still. The illusion of movement.

"Nobody knows."

The war in the industrial age has made everyone terrified, even Extraordinary, thinking that such a large-scale and high-mortality killing is too exaggerated. After all, Extraordinary is also transformed from ordinary people, so many of the same kind are killed, it is definitely a huge psychological shock for the survivors,

There was another long silence, and suddenly both Sister Sutra and Emiste were startled, and then their expressions became complicated.

"I didn't expect that conflict broke out again."

"Amiste, is this your plan?" Sister Sutra had a feeling of guilt.

"Would you believe me if I said I didn't know anything at all?" Amiste asked back with a smile, revealing her white teeth as she inadvertently clenched and rubbed her teeth, obviously itchy. Her smile was filled with anger. The expression, beautiful and moving, can't be ignored.