This Hero Is Scumbag

2022-04-27

Chapter 259 The Life of Elma (two-in-one)

Where there is a condensation of words, there is the Church of Literature.

As the weakest Spiritual God in the eyes of the world, the god of literature has always been famous for his image of “a stinky scumbag who writes a book, and who lifts a pen all day long is scolding”. And his dependent literature church is also regarded as a large publishing house, without the appearance of a church at all.

It is precisely because of this that literature is the essence of the literature church to the world. As for the church, few people regard it as a true God-given church. After all, for the “Pope” of the Church of Literature, even if he reaches the dazzling rank, he cannot beat other warriors in the silver rank.

In this world, because of the disaster, people pay more attention to the direct benefits that a profession can bring. Bombing the church can give believers the ability to control explosions, Goddess of life can give the church a source of endless life, and the god of justice will protect its believers from being unfairly treated.

But the god of literature has nothing but to give his followers “better writing, better rhetoric, and more perfect typesetting”.

Therefore, everyone thinks that the Church of Literature is the existence of the twelve quarters, and no one will care about them.

However, Zhou Li is not.

He has never forgotten that the origin of this world is three books.

The book of omniscience and omnipotence, the book of half-knowledge, the book of ignorance and incomprehension.

“What I said.”

Looking at the dark golden book that was eroded by his own black mist and gradually dissipated, and then slowly condensed in nothingness, Zhou Li’s face appeared Out of sight.

“No wonder, the god of literature, one of the twelve dignified gods, can only give his believers the ability to talk big.”

The incomplete books are slowly suspended in nothingness In the middle of the book, countless papers full of different characters “seeded” from everything and moved closer to the Book of Dark Gold. Looking at the scene in front of him, the black mist rose in Zhou Li’s eyes, and lightning appeared.

“How can an empty shell give strength to its own believers?”

On the dark golden book, the word Roja is gradually broken, and the “ink” of gilded golden is renewed. Condensed, four strange words full of distortion and powerlessness appeared on the cover of the book.

The God of Literature

(Life still underestimates you)

This time, words don’t appear on walls. It appears in the sight of Zhou Li and the others, but it is not attached to any plane. No matter what angle is used, the text will face the sight of others. Just like writing in three dimensions, it is all there is to two dimensions.

(Twelve quarters, also underestimating you)

The text is slowly distorted, but in Zhou Li’s vision, it changes instantly. These words are like air, everywhere.

(I’m shocked that you’ve seen almost all the truth)

(I thought no one would notice my existence until the end day came )

“Losing the status of God and becoming a book, you have to pay this price to come to this world, I don’t understand, what are you doing?”

Zhou Li wrinkled He raised his eyebrows, raised his hand to dispel the black mist around his ears, and asked inexplicably, “The Twelve Righteous Gods want to kill humans as easy as blowing off dust, why do you need to do this?”

Regarding Zhou Li’s question, the text gradually floated.

(Benevolence)

(It’s a conscious life after all, I still want to make some effort)

“Effort?”

Zhou Li frowned and asked in a bad tone: “Your efforts are to mix and play the two races at will, and then for you to study?”

(No way, it’s better than being used as fuel in the end Light it up)

What Zhou Li didn’t expect is that the god of literature is surprisingly good-natured, (actually I should kill you here, resurrect you, and finally make you our puppet )

“Then why not?”

The corners of Zhou Li’s mouth twitched slightly, he seemed to be confident, not afraid of the Spiritual God in front of him.

(If all the people in a city die suddenly, even if I am a god, I will be under a lot of pressure)

As expected, the answer of the god of literature is exactly what Zhou Li expected among. He has now bound his life to these more than ten million Jordanian residents. If all these people die, even if the god of literature is the twelve gods, twelve quarters will not tolerate such behavior.

(But, you still underestimate twelve quarters)

Suddenly, the god of literature wrote a brand new text.

(I have countless ways to make this city disappear without a trace, no one will know what happened here, and no one will know that I have been here, at most, I will be killed by the other eleven…

The ten righteous gods are only confined)

“oh?”

Zhou Li raised his eyebrows and asked with interest: “Then why don’t you kill me? ”

Elma was surprised by the gentleness of the god of literature. In her impression, the gods rarely had such a responsive existence.

(The answer I gave you is a duplicate)

(Benevolence)

“You mean, is your kindness letting me go? “

(No, it’s your kindness)

After seeing this answer, Zhou Li frowned and asked a little puzzled: “Are you sure I’m kind?”

“You think about it?”

Lin Zi and Toreya on the side were also speechless. They felt that Zhou Li’s speech was very inconsistent with the identity of a hero, but But it is highly in line with Zhou Li’s image. And Elma, the heavyweight, had gone to the kitchen and started to prepare lunch.

Wait a minute, are you ready for lunch?

(No, you misunderstood me)

(I chose to save you because you never had kindness, and told you a few things Words blocked by God)

Zhou Li was silent, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the words everywhere, a thought flooded into his mind. He squeezed his fingers lightly and asked, “What do you want to do?”

(Like the story you tell, I want to leave fire for mankind)

(The gods have blocked all messages from the Doomsday, so all I can tell you is sporadic information, the rest, you need to discover it yourself)

Rare, Zhou Li responded with silence. He is waiting for the next text of the god of literature, even if Zhou Li doesn’t believe any word of the god of literature now.

(You should know that Roja wants to create the Gospel world and guide pure perfect souls into that world. The reason he did this is that he vaguely came into contact with this book Joo’s realized the truth of the world and discovered the fate of mankind, so he wanted to save mankind)

(Ignite yourself, add fuel to the furnace, this is the fate of mankind)

Although It was expected, but hearing this answer from the mouth of a righteous god is also very impactful. Whether it was Lin Zi, Torreya, or Zhou Li, all of them showed some unusual expressions.

Of course, Elma is still cooking.

(Of course, I am not prepared to fight against my other brothers and sisters. Because of my own speciality, I have deeper feelings for human beings, so I, who learned the fate of human beings thousands of years ago, wanted to do Some small efforts)

(I want to try to strip half of the human soul and put it in the impurities, so that human beings can not only save the fire, but also let the human body and the other half of the soul. As fuel, continue our plan)

“What is the impurity?”

Faced with Zhou Li’s inquiry, the god of literature seems to have expected it, and directly replies locally:

(The grotesque, or, in other words, all creatures except humans)

“You want to sew half of the human soul into a grotesque body, don’t you?”

(Yes, but unfortunately, I failed)

(Pure is pure, impurity is always impurity,)

“Your last test item Who is it?”

Although the answer was already there, Zhou Li asked the question.

Roja…

Toreya and Lin Zi on the side came up with the same answer by coincidence.

(You already guessed it, didn’t you?)

After a joke, the literary god wrote down the answer.

(Geroste)

“Ah?”

Lin Zi and Torreya on the side had expressions of astonishment, how could they? I didn’t expect that the last test object of the God of the Gospel turned out to be Geralster.

“You are only deceived by the Gospels. The answer is very simple.”

As if knowing the doubts of Torreya and Lin Zi, Zhou Li explained without looking back. : “Don’t forget, Geralster is one hundred and twelve years old.”

!

At this time, Lin Zi and Torreya reacted to this problem.

The occupation level in this world will not extend the lifespan at all.

Rao is the God-given-level Shadow Guild President Kenny, or the Hunter Guild’s Alpha. They were gray-haired and wrinkled old people a few years ago.

And Geralst, on the other hand, has always been a middle-aged man in his forties.

(Actually, the job I gave Geralster wasn’t a demonhunter at all)

(his real job, it was grotesque)

(he should have The power of , is a collection of all grotesque abilities, not the current ability to restrain grotesques)

(Someone tampered with my stitching)

“What’s wrong with that link?”

Zhou Li seemed to have discussed the nature and asked, “Who is the almighty who can act in front of your dignified god?”

(This is also my answer. Things to discuss with you next)

After writing this sentence, as if to give Zhou Li room to buffer, the god of literature erased the words. After a long time, write again.

(The person who tampered with me is the one next to you)

An arrow pointed to Elma holding milk. Confused Elma looked at herself, looked at the arrow, and finally looked towards Zhou Li.

“What do you mean? She lived under your surveillance before, and now you want to throw dirty water on her?”

Zhou Li complexion sank, his expression flashed coldly chill.

(Aren’t you curious about her background?)

Frowning, Zhou Li gradually condensed the prototype of the sword of power in Zhou Li’s hands, but the next words of the god of literature Let him choose to wait and see.

Elma on the side seemed to know that what was about to happen was about her own life. She slowly put down the milk, pressed the corner of her skirt, and slowly sat beside Zhou Li. Facing the text everywhere, Elma felt a little flustered, subconsciously, her shoulders gently pressed against Zhou Li, her warm fingers were slightly spread, and she held Zhou Li’s hand.

(Since you have seen the Gospels, I should also give you the answer)

Faced with Zhou Li who moved True Fire, the god of literature did not panic. Instead, he deliberately paused, trying to calm Zhou Li down. Soon, under the comfort of Elma, the gradually boiling black mist in Zhou Li’s eyes eased a little, as if he was worried that the long sword would scratch Elma, Zhou Li moved his right hand slightly, and the long sword and the black mist dissipated at the same time.

(You should know, the golden age)

(The age as beautiful as a fairy tale)

(Those pure Ancient Gods control the mountains and rivers, master the As the world runs, they should have become the Supreme will. However, these Ancient Gods have love and compassion for the world’s living beings, so they formulated the golden law to protect all beings and voluntarily bound themselves to the law)

(This is the golden age that many people know, but what they don’t know is that the golden law is not a cold and ruthless procedure, she is a being with a soul and a will, and it is the existence of thousands of people in this world The treasure condensed by love is the purest kindness of the Ancient Gods to living beings)

(Gaia, that is her name)

Seeing this familiar and unfamiliar name, Zhou Li subconsciously gently pressed the buckle on his waist. In addition to the exclusive hero, there is a book lying on it quietly.

“Gaia”

(But the golden law had flaws, and finally, the law collapsed and the Ancient God went into madness. At this point, we were born, twelve quarters Summoned the first generation hero, defeated the crazy Ancient God under his leadership, and re-established order)

(This is what most people know about the golden age)

(However, this is not complete)

After these words appeared, Zhou Li seemed to think of something, and a look of surprise appeared on his face unconsciously. At the same time, the gods of literature wrote new words.

(Actually, the one who really defeated Ancient God was a girl named Gaia)

(The golden law for the birth of life, at the last moment of collapse, protected the Thousands of souls, but the price is that Gaia, who should have been able to gain immortality at the cost of sleeping, completely collapsed, the golden law fell apart, and no one knew her existence)

“What are you trying to say? “

For some reason, Zhou Li felt a little flustered, he stood up, but his left hand still held Elma’s hand tightly.

(These are all a foreshadowing)

Yes, these are just a foreshadowing.

Prepare for the next answer.

Finally, the answer comes.

(Elma, the remnant of Gaia)

Everything can be explained.

Why, Elma’s missing half of her soul is still alive. Why Elma has the ability to reset time. Why Elma never appears in the Gospels, why Elma is pampered by the world.

Elma dumbfounded beside her, at this moment, she felt a little stuffy in her chest, as if something had been deprived, her heart was empty, making her a little confused.

Remnant…

Am I just a remnant…

“What the hell are you trying to say?”

Aware of literature The god seemed to have another purpose, Zhou Li stood in front of Elma, rare, he lost self-control. The black fog instantly appeared in this ruined wall, shrouding everyone.

However, the text still appeared in his sight.

(I’ll let you go and give you the Gospel, and all you need to do is simple)

(Give her to me)

Thank you for the 5000 points of Chuanhuo~

(End of this chapter)