So beautiful, really beautiful.
Maybe it was the people over there who also hoped that she could see this gorgeous and crystal-like city.
for what? To show her mercy.
But as the main god, everything should be based on the development of the planet. There is no use in keeping creatures without faith. Just like the previous dinosaurs, apart from consuming the planet's resources, they are of no use to the Lord God.
"I finally realized it. I thought you still couldn't bear to part with those dinosaurs." Mo Ming was lying on the jade bed next to him. This jade is made of ordinary material, but the difficulty is that it is very difficult, so he carved it into a stone bed and placed it here. If you feel like it, Lie down in the summer and cool down.
After all, there are so many, and in some planes, a living dinosaur is absolutely priceless.
Mo Ming sneered: "Repaying the sky-high price, will the heaven there, that is, the main god there, allow such a thing to appear? All things that defy heaven will be dealt with. If now, a person appears who has the ability to blow this planet into pieces , what would you do?”
Of course, he went over immediately and slapped him to death.
Even if the planet is gone and you can bind another planet, you still have to start from scratch, from being desolate without a drop of water until there is vitality and life, and you have to wait again.
No one wants to start over after the garden they finally planted is blown into a deep hole.
Stop thinking about it and give them 24 hours to see what they can get out of it.
In the conference room, all the veterans gathered, and all the analysts, psychologists, and scientists of all kinds were gathered in the whole building. All the data and monitoring were placed bit by bit according to the amplitude, trying to find something useful.
"This passage proves that the goddess is planning to take action," an expert said while playing the results of an afternoon's efforts.
"Hope~, it's not your fault. You have completed your mission and it's time to rest." This monitoring video was displayed on the screen.
The expert pressed the pause button, looked at the tablet on the table, repeated this sentence and looked around. Using her usual deep tone, this seemed very convincing: "It proves that the goddess thinks that all the mistakes are our own fault, and wants to close Hope. Later it was proved that she did so. It's just that Hope kept begging for mercy, which made her moved to compassion. heart, so we should be grateful for hope.”
Everyone's eyes unconsciously turned to the glass next to them. They could see that Hope's body was already outside the office. It was being repaired and oiled. It was necessary to keep Hope as new as it was a hundred years ago. This can increase the goddess' favor.
"We also analyzed the information about the home planet that we hope to provide. The result is that the goddess is extremely powerful and we have no chance of winning in front of her." The expert softened his tone with helplessness: "In my personal opinion, don't take any more Weapons, whether they are wooden sticks or microwave light guns, will not only threaten her, but will also anger her. Don't be stupid again and try to test her patience."
The main war faction, which used to have a tough mouth and could declare war on the gods, lost its voice. For them, martyrdom for one's country is just talk. Originally, this land was not theirs. Whose country did martyrdom belong to? To put it bluntly, their ancestors were just guests.
When the facts are in front of you, no matter how much you talk about catching or even destroying the goddess, there is something wrong with your brain and you should be sent to a mental hospital.
In the silence, someone finally said: "Continue."
When the sun rose, the sound of drums could be heard faintly from the bottom of the mountain.
Mo Ming: "This is where the mortals here are making sacrifices. They beat drums every morning to welcome the sunshine."
This was interesting, she flew down and became invisible.
At the foot of the mountain, there is a very large flat altar with stone tables placed on it, and food is placed on each stone table. Most of them are simple porridge, noodles, and a lot of raw fruits and vegetables. Most of the meat is raw or cooked.
In front of the altar is a stone tablet with the main god Xining engraved on the top and the names of the fourteen first-generation gods engraved side by side below.
In front is a huge stone incense burner with burning incense densely packed inside. All the villagers are kneeling in front of the incense burner.
The sound of the drum came from the side. A shirtless strong man was beating hard and rhythmically with a pair of hammers. Behind him were four girls with beautiful faces and graceful figures, wearing red, green, white and blue long skirts. , dancing to the beat of the drums.
This time the fourteen first-generation gods also came, flying in mid-air, looking down at the scene in front of them.
After the drums were played, everyone knelt down to the first gods.
The voice of the first-generation god was loud: "We will receive your blessings every day. Yesterday, the main god Xining came, and he will feel happy to see you like this. Remember, everything you have is given by the goddess Xining."< br>
Everyone raised their hands and shouted for Goddess Xining. They shouted three times in total, kowtowing once after each shout.
Sincerely and without distractions.
Xining suddenly felt a surge of faith, which felt really good.
Then, under the leadership of the village elders, they began to recite the names of the gods on the stone tablets. At this time, the first generation gods flew away with satisfaction.
After all the recitations were finished and the sacrifice was over, everyone went up to the altar, each found their own altar table, placed raw food on the altar table, and then stood or sat around the altar table to start eating breakfast.
While eating, they talked and discussed, occasionally mixed with the noise of children and the scolding of parents. It's like having a feast for the whole village, but the difference is that one's own family eats their own.
Of course, there are also people who see that the families with whom they have good connections don’t have any good food, so they share some.
There was only an old man on one of the altar tables, his back was bent with age and his body was stooped. There was only a bowl of gray batter on the table, and I didn’t know what kind of grain it was ground into.
Many villagers took the food from home and put a few chopsticks into his bowl.
Someone here asked: "Sister-in-law Zhang, can I exchange my eggs for half a piece of pork head? Look at the half basket of eggs!"
"Okay, actually we don't need that much. My family just killed a pig yesterday and we can't finish it."
So half the basket of eggs was replaced with half a piece of pig head, and the other party didn't even cut off the ears. This made people feel embarrassed and said that when the chicks hatched, they would give him five of them.
They said over there: "Richard, a jar of wine at my house has just been unsealed today. You, your wife, and sister Jenny come over and taste it together."
A girl with blond hair and blue eyes must be Jenny. She glanced sheepishly at the young man sitting cross-legged at another altar table. The strong young man pretended to be calm, but in fact his face was already red.
Xining was so moved that he almost died. It was simply a utopia, the dream home of mankind. These first-generation gods were able to do it, and they did not disappoint me.
After breakfast, the things that needed to be changed were changed, and the chatting was over. After everyone packed up, the men went to the fields to work with the farmers with their farm tools, and the women took their things and returned to their respective homes. The children all went to a three-story tile-roofed house nearby, and soon the sound of reading came from inside.
Seeing this, Xining was even more satisfied.
At this time, a man and a pregnant woman had not left. They must be a couple, kneeling in front of the stone monument.
The elder in the village looked embarrassed: "The rules are the rules. I have told you a long time ago, but you just didn't listen." (End of Chapter)