Chapter 280: Ancient God Inheritor
There exists a god-like figure in the world who watches everything in the world, and everything about everyone is within his sight.
This was not a good thing for Mosca, as it meant that all his actions were under that man's parchment. As a weak man in the extraordinary world, he had almost no secrets.
In the tower world, the lord of the tower can investigate everything in the entire tower through the all-seeing eye left by the ancient magician, so Mosca has never expressed any dissatisfaction with the tower in the tower.
The Lord of the Tower is only moving towards the fourth step. How can he compare with a main god? The power represented by a main god is enough to monitor everything in the world in an instant.
"How is this possible?" There was disbelief in Mosca's eyes, and a hint of panic could be seen in the depths of his eyes.
"How is it impossible?"
The demon Mammon asked back, and in his eyes, Mosca could see a hint of mockery, as if he was laughing at him.
"If there is a main god in the human world, how could he sit idly by and watch the human world fall into an age without God?" Mosca asked back. This was also his only confidence.
If there really is a main god on earth, why doesn't he exalt the kingdom of God and spread his divine light over every piece of earth?
Facing Mosca's questioning, the demon Mammon slowly peeled off the record stone pillars in the temple bit by bit, and said, "Because that great being doesn't care."
"not give a damn about?"
Mosca was stunned for a moment, and the next moment he said crazily: "How can I not care? These are hundreds of millions of believers and endless faith. This is enough power to support the true God."
Mosca was not lying. If the faith of the world could be concentrated on one person in an instant, then that person would be able to become a true God.
“Is the power of the true God great?”
The demon Mammon said with a sneer on his face: "If it were in hell, even I could easily kill the true God."
"And there are at least seventy-two demons in the entire hell who have the same rank as me."
This is the first time that the demon Mammon reveals his true identity as the incarnation of a high-level demon.
In the ancient legend of Solomon, there are seventy-two high-level demons. They are the real kings among demons, second only to Satan, the lord of hell, and the seven monarchs of hell.
Mosca's heartbeat suddenly stopped for a moment. He had never thought that the demon in front of him was one of the seventy-two demons.
No wonder his every move seemed calculated.
They are the real kings of fraud. For thousands of years, they are demons that have made countless people suffer in lies and fraud.
"But... why?" Mosca asked softly.
"Why?"
The magic power in the hands of the demon Mammon vibrated, and a rumbling sound was heard in the hall. The huge stone pillar was pulled out of the temple.
The devil Mammon's hand was glowing with a red light. He looked at the light in his hand and said coldly, "Because this world is too small. This is a sacred place, but also a barren place."
"The world will fall into an age of godlessness, even if those great men who truly stand at the pinnacle of the extraordinary world don't care."
"Of course, this is not a mistake. They never intended to block the passage to the human world. It is just that you blocked this road yourselves."
"As a default, they won't open this road for you."
"Why?"
This was the third time Mosca asked this question today. He wanted to know the confusing history of ancient times, the history that seemed to hide endless secrets.
Why did the ancient gods disappear from the human world?
Why is it that such a powerful being appeared in ancient Greek mythology but we don't know about it?
Why is this world both a sacred place and a barren place?
Unfortunately, the demon Mammon was not interested in answering Mosca's question. He stretched out his hand and lifted the giant stone pillar directly onto his shoulder. He looked back at the magician Mosca and said:
"You'll know someday, but not now."
Then the demon Mammon turned and walked away. The huge stone pillars almost completely covered his figure. The moment he walked out of the temple, the entire earth turned into lava.
The huge stone pillar of the temple stood up and slowly sank. The demon Mammon stood on the top of the pillar and warned Mosca with his back to him:
"Remember my map and inscription. No one can break the devil's contract."
Soon, the entire stone pillar sank into the red, hot lava.
Mosca watched the demon Mammon leave. Although he was confused about the ancient secret history, he had no choice.
One of the seventy-two demons of hell, this identity is there.
Mosca could only force himself to memorize the words on the stone pillar, then turned to look at the ancient brass book, a corner of which had just been pulled out from under the stone statue of Hades by the two hell wizards.
Seeing Mosca staring at the ancient brass book, the two hell wizards became excited and seemed to want to say something, but they were locked by Mosca's spell and could not utter a word.
"According to what the demon Mammon said just now, this ancient brass book is a covenant between Hades, the ancient Greek god of the underworld, and a great being. Half of the monsters under Hades' rule are imprisoned in it."
Mosca walked to the statue of Hades, the god of the underworld, and reached out his hand to slowly grasp the corner of the ancient brass book.
He could feel that there seemed to be countless dark and strange monsters roaring in this thick ancient brass book, but they were firmly suppressed underneath by the statue of Pluto.
"What do you want this ancient brass book for?" Mosca glanced at the Hell Wizard and asked.
At this moment, Murray staggered into the temple.
"Give me the book!"
"Why do you want this bronze book?" A lavender light flashed in Mosca's eyes.
Murray felt his brain go blank for a moment.
"I'm going to destroy it and seal the deal."
The next moment, Murray came back to his senses. He took a half step back and asked, "What did you just do to me?"
"I'm sorry, but I can't let you ruin it."
Mosca reached out and pulled out the ancient brass book.
"boom!"
The huge stone statue of Hades, the god of the underworld, collapsed in an instant, and Mosca felt that drop of ancient god's blood in his body trembled again.
The next moment, a stream of light flew out from the broken statue and landed between Mosca's eyebrows.
"boom!"
The statue fell and endless smoke and dust rose in the temple, but Mosca smiled, because he got something he wanted.
"The inheritor of the ancient Greek gods? This seems to be much more advanced than the inheritor of the tower."
(End of this chapter)
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