The evil god, Nurgle, who had suddenly descended from the body of the father of the plague, opened his eyes.
He did not pay attention to his children, nor did he pay attention to anyone else.
Instead, he looked at the two-headed green skin in front of him.
"Hey!" The two heads of the green skin shouted at the same time, "Do you want me to knock you out from the front? Or knock you out from the back?! "
"The two of the green skin?" The ancient evil god was puzzled.
He had been with these two idiots in the subspace for countless years.
Naturally, he could smell the scent on their bodies.
But …
Nurgle\'s eyes, the ancient eyes of despair, reflected the true form of the existence in front of him.
Under the shell of the green skin …
Many terrifying tentacles were entrenched in it.
Pairs of terrifying evil eyes opened one after another and looked straight at Nurgle.
Their gazes met.
Nurgle felt as if he was standing in the depths of the boundless starry sky of the universe.
One galaxy after another was slowly approaching the end of the world.
One celestial body after another was heading towards destruction in the explosion.
Black holes were spinning and devouring everything.
The ultimate truth of the universe and countless taboo knowledge came at him.
Even if it was him, even if it was the oldest evil god born in the subspace.
The God of Motivation born from despair and pain.
It was also inevitable that it would go crazy and distorted.
After all, he was just the cry of life in despair, the struggle of all things before death.
How could it compare to the ultimate truth of the life and death of the universe?
How could it compare to the great ruler who gave birth to everything, including the subspace?
Facing him, even if it was just the tip of the iceberg, even if it was just a thought in his beautiful dream.
It was also something that no existence could bear!
"Ah..." Nurgle let out a sharp scream.
At this moment, far away from countless times and worlds, Nurgle\'s main body, which was in the deepest part of the subspace, also trembled at the same time.
Because facing the truth, even if it was only a clone projection, would inevitably affect the main body.
That was also unavoidable.
It was even more unstoppable.
Thus, the ancient evil god, the loving father who made countless people\'s expressions change, made the most important decision since his birth!
He landed on the ground aggrievedly and turned into a fat young man wearing a school uniform and glasses.
He squatted down and hugged his head. Under the incredulous gaze of Cucas, the father of the plague, under the gaze of Chu Weiwei, who had regained her consciousness, and under the witness of dozens of green-skinned creatures.
The God of Prime Mover, the representative of despair and pain, the ancient evil god revered by his believers as a compassionate father, spoke with a voice that was filled with grievance and sobs. "Then you should be gentler …"
"Don't hit my face!" Fatty took off his glasses as tears of grievance rolled down his face.
Ling Ping'an was dumbfounded.
Cucas was dumbfounded.
Chu Weiwei was also dumbfounded.
The Green Skins cheered.
"Brother What is really cruel and cunning!" A green skin said.
"Brother Hell is really cunning and cruel!" another green dwarf shouted.
However, it was difficult for a creature like the green skin to remember the specific situation with its simple brain.
But it didn't matter, because they never remembered anything.
Everything depended on imagination, and everything depended on legends.
Therefore, as these green skins watched with relish, they began to imagine.
A certain green skin directly activated the green skin\'s racial talent: I think.
It began to wonder: How did I get here?
Oh!
It remembered..
It seemed to be looking for a Warhammer that was said to be fat and juicy.
Then, it found it here.
However, these evil minions of Nurgle had occupied this Warhammer.
Then, Brother What and Brother Hell appeared.
Brother What was tall, big, brutal, and cunning.
Brother Hell was tall, big, cunning, and brutal!
Brother What and Brother Hell discovered that the Warhammer was occupied by Nurgle. They were very angry, so they grabbed Nurgle and his minions, pressed them to the ground, and beat them up violently.
Nurgle was beaten until he cried!
That\'s right!
That\'s what happened!
Something even more terrifying followed. Because creatures like green skin had some kind of spiritual network.
When a green skin believed something, the other green skins would usually accept it.
Therefore, every green skin believed that this was the truth!
Nurgle and his minions tried to snatch the fat and juicy Warhammer from them, but they were beaten up by Brother What and Brother Hell.
Nurgle was beaten until he cried!
"Brother What is really brutal and cunning!" The green skin, who had completed their imagination, said happily.
"Brother Hell is really cunning and brutal!" They said confidently.
… …
Ling Ping\ 'an looked at the monster in front of him. It suddenly turned into a slightly plump young man.
His aggrieved look was very similar to the classmate who was often bullied in Ling Ping\ 'an\'s junior high school.
Ling Ping\ 'an\'s heart immediately softened.
"It\'s just a game..." he couldn\'t help but complain, "Does the monster\'s intelligence have to be so high?"
"He even knows how to play psychological tactics!"
"F * ck!"
There was no other way!
Who asked him, Ling Ping\ 'an, to be a good citizen who had received federal education?
Even in the game, he would not break some of the rules of conduct that he had always adhered to.
For example...
A few days ago, the few matches he lost in the canyon were not because of technical reasons, nor was it because the opponent was too strong or his teammates were too weak.
The reason he lost was because before he won, a child on the opposite side typed on the public screen, "Big brother, this is a promotion match. Please make way! Thank you! "
When Ling Ping\ 'an saw this, he threw down his phone and stopped all operations. He didn\'t care if the other party was lying or not.
For example, when Ling Ping\ 'an went to school, he needed to take the subway. Every time he went in and out of the subway, under the overpass, there were some pitiful people kneeling on the ground. There was a piece of paper in front of them with words asking for help written on it.
Even if Ling Ping\ 'an knew that 99% of those who asked for help were liars.
But for the possible one percent truth.
He chose to take out the change in his pocket.
No why?
Just for the peace of his conscience.
And to make the world warmer!
This was the education he had received since he was young, and it was also the character that he had developed after feeling the love and warmth from around him as he grew up.
Therefore, he knew that this was a game.
He knew that the fatty was a monster and was the setting of the dog game designer.
But his heart still softened.
He walked forward, helped the fatty up, and helped him put on his glasses.
"Remember to go home early after school!" Ling Ping\ 'an patted his shoulder, just like how he patted his classmate\'s shoulder back then, "Don\'t let your parents worry!"
The fatty raised his head and looked at the existence in front of him.
This was the origin of all worlds.
The source of everything.
The truth of the universe, the starting point of everything.
He nodded and swallowed his saliva, "I understand!"
A certain legend appeared in the heart of this ancient evil god, but it was immediately destroyed by him.
Because...
He knew that this matter, even if it was only revealed a little.
It could lead to the end of everything.
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