Chapter 45 Blasphemy

"There are still three hours before the strong convective weather lands on the capital planet... Please take precautions, citizens."

"The East City District of the capital planet has been closed. Please wait at home and avoid going out as much as possible..."

"Beep, beep, beep..."

The sky was so gloomy that it seemed like ink was pouring down.

No one answered the outgoing intelligent computer communication.

The electromagnetic barrier outside the temple was crackling, and the lights inside the temple were still bright. The snow-white goddess statue in the hall looked down at all living things with mercy, and her golden eyes were empty and gentle.

Under the statue, Fu Jiao sat on a bird-cage-shaped rocking chair, swaying and turning off the intelligent computer, but her expression did not change much.

"You shouldn't do this."

She said this to the air lightly and calmly, as if she was chatting about some daily trivial matters.

The voice of the Supreme God echoed around, and the dead silence in the palace seemed to ripple. In the shadows that no one knew, the young male servant walked out slowly, with obvious golden stripes in his eyes, like a monster whose skin was occupied by a tentacle.

The male servant tilted his head slightly.

Compared with his treatment of Wu Fuyi and Deng Baoying, it was obvious that the false god was more intimate and respectful to Fu Jiao.

His eyes were like those of an innocent and happy puppy, who couldn't wait to show his masterpiece to his beloved master.

"Don't you like what I'm doing?"

The servant knelt on the thick blanket like a child and crawled to her feet, his voice mixed with sticky joy: "My...my Lord God, don't you like everything I do for you?"

"......."

The Supreme God looked down at the servant who was kneeling in front of her and rubbing her calves obediently, and frowned slightly.

And this slight change in expression was captured by the false god very sensitively.

"Lord God..." He drooped his eyebrows, revealing a pitiful look like a little animal, "You don't seem to be proud of me."

Fu Jiao bent down, pinched the other's chin with his pale and slender fingertips, and forced him to raise his head suddenly.

The strength used in this move was unknown, but the neck of the false god's body made some slight creaking sounds, like the friction of bones under heavy load.

The false god uttered a tiny groan, then panted, and a flash of excitement flashed across his face.

He raised his head and looked at the Lord God, and heard some plain and even gentle words coming out of those red lips.

"Do you like to tease me?" Fu Jiao asked softly.

The false god's breathing became heavier in an instant.

Under the gaze of the Supreme God, he was indescribably excited and his voice was hoarse: "How could that be, Lord God... Why would I want to anger you?"

"I'm just... a little, a little jealous of the lambs around you, that's all."

Fu Jiao loosened her hand, pulled out a piece of paper next to her and wiped the fingers that had just pinched the false god's chin, and asked casually: "Jealous? You still have such a human-like emotion?"

"Originally, I shouldn't have any, right? But, but when I saw you, I had it."

The false god laughed muffledly, as if she wanted to come over and lick her wiping fingers, but Fu Jiao pushed her face away: "After all, my existence was born because of you."

"Born because of me?" The Supreme God did not care, but commented softly and calmly, "When did the monsters bred by my divine blood, the products of the failed experiments of those children, become worthy of being called my 'family'?"

"How ruthless, Lord God."

"I thought you would praise me," the false god's cheek was pushed to the side, but he was not angry. He just touched the cheek that was touched and drew out his voice, "After all, this civilization that has forgotten the gods, this federation that claims to be great and prosperous, no longer needs the protection and worship of theocracy - even those lambs that you once cherished so much have their own ideas and intend to blaspheme, don't they?"

"Just like this temple built for you... Which temple would be so strictly guarded? Why would you be locked up in this safe house called a temple when a storm is about to come, with no one to communicate with and no one to care about you?"

"My poor and respectable one. My love, my Lord God."

The bird cage-shaped rocking chair swayed, and the hypocrite kissed her feet and raised his head piously, staring at his king like a knight: "Your favorite relative has long wanted to blaspheme."

"From the moment you said you wanted to leave here, he had already made preparations. He wants to keep you here forever, in the name of the dirtiest love for the gods - the griffon wants to monopolize you, and it would be best if he could swallow you into his stomach so that you can never leave him."

"He actually wants to monopolize the greatest existence in the universe... Isn't this enough to be sentenced to the most severe torture thousands of times?"

"..."

"Well," Fu Jiao crossed her legs, made her most habitual movement of resting her chin on her back, and continued to look at the false god kneeling at her feet, "and then?"

The false god was slightly stunned, then raised his head to look at her.

"I know. I've always known... To be exact, when I knew it, even he himself didn't figure out his own feelings."

"To be honest, I felt quite guilty at first."

The Supreme God sighed leisurely, smiled and turned his gaze to his statue: "After all, it's largely because of me that Baoying has become what he is now. The delirium and mutation brought by the divine blood cannot be affected. I have been wondering what his current condition is. Now it seems that he is probably similar to a 'monster' like you who can cover a large area of ​​mental pollution."

"Under the dual effects of the treatment cabin and the sedative, a thing that can devour dozens of kilograms of raw flesh and bones alive has nothing to do with human beings."

"-But, apart from the guilt, I like him very much now."

"Such a cute big griffon, trying hard to suppress its inappropriate and evil desires, pretending to be a respectful and steady adult, but actually missing the Lord God so much that it wants to go crazy. Every night it would dig at my door and sob... It even had a lot of psychological struggle, secretly increasing the troops in the temple to trap me here, but was so guilty and ashamed that it didn't dare to come back to eat with me for several days."

"Isn't it very cute?"

Fu Jiao sighed regretfully and leaned back slowly and carelessly in the birdcage-shaped rocking chair.

Although he was clearly in a magnificent golden canary cage, he seemed like a manipulator who was planning everything. He just smiled and looked at the false god gently: "Otherwise, why would I always maintain the image of a young child? Do you really think my power has been weakened...? So cute."

"I mean, stupid and cute."

"Not only you, but also Fuyi and the others... are all cute children."

"Lord God..."

The false god raised his head with the handsome face of a young servant, and his golden tentacle-like pupils trembled slightly as if in surprise: "But... this is blasphemy. The existence of this civilization is to challenge your existence... You are a god, and the stronger the self-will of human beings, the less they need your protection."

"Don't you want to ride above the mortal world? Don't you want to let your enslaved believers be everywhere you look..."

"I am God," Fu Jiao said softly, "Whether it is blasphemy or not is the rule I set."

"If I want to enslave this place, there will no longer be any freedom here. If I want to spread the doctrine, the entire universe will fall into the delirium and chaos of worshiping God."

"On the contrary, if I say that humans must go on, then they must go on."

"Until they reach the end of the universe, go to a higher and farther place... Even I can't cover their eyes."

"It was like this a thousand years ago, and it will be the same a thousand years later."

The false god seemed to find it difficult to understand the Supreme God's brain circuit.

Or, as a humanoid weapon created, He had the nature of plunder and killing engraved in his genes from the beginning.

This kind of obsessive and almost insane nature made it impossible for him to accept the concept of having power without conquering.

So. The hypocrite recognized the facts he had imagined.

"You are just... blinded by those stupid lambs," he knelt at her feet and said softly and faintly, "You just listened to the excuses of those ants and made a wrong judgment... That's all."

"I love you... No one in the world loves you more than me. I will prove it all for you."

"Whether you want it or not, as long as it is what you deserve... I will fight for it for you."

Fu Jiao finally frowned, as if he felt that he could not communicate with this child. However, before she could say anything more, the young man's body suddenly had a nervous convulsion, as if something suddenly emerged from his body.

The influence of the false god suddenly faded, the young man's eyes rolled back, and he fell to the ground on the thick carpet.

At the moment when the false god escaped from this body, Fu Jiao suddenly felt that the floor of the temple vibrated.

No, to be precise, it was not the temple. It was the earth.

Or rather, it was the entire capital city.

A rumble like an earthquake came, as if some monster had emerged from the ground, or the scene in the doomsday monster movie really happened here.

The sky, which was brewing a strong convective rainstorm, was dark as night. The violent waves came from afar, just like earthquake waves, sweeping the entire capital planet with the Inspectorate base as the center.

At that moment, almost all the citizens of the capital planet who were huddled at home felt a suffocating fear rising in their hearts like a mountain pressing down on their heads. The pressure from the high-level existence was overwhelming, and it was evenly distributed among hundreds of millions of residents without any weakening.

High-rise buildings, railroad cables, ports of passage... the overly tyrannical and unbridled pressure rushed across countless cities, mountains and seas, so that the entire capital system seemed to be marked by some monster as its own territory, rudely driving away all enemies.

The damp and cold air before the rainstorm finally gave rise to a strong and strong salty smell.

In places invisible to ordinary citizens, the tentacles, as numerous as a gilded ocean, had a common will, swarmed in from all directions of the capital system, squirmed and submerged the busy streets and lanes, and all surged like a tsunami - the

inspection court training ground.