The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 251: Gentle God
Standing next to the stove and chatting, it doesn’t look right after all.
The graysmith led Annan and his party to the top again.
As he walked, he explained softly: "The 'Trissino' that you defeated before will disappear like a bubble, not because he died in some strange place... but because he died in Trissino." After Xino's existence was destroyed by you, he returned to me.
"So, actually, even if we ignore the problem of the Gray Element being affected... I can come over at night after getting all his memories."
The Gray Carpenter replied: "That's why I can get to know his students, how he gets along with them, and the names of the teachers inside the Gray Tower..."
As he spoke, he led Annan to the top floor.
As soon as you come out of the elevator, you can see a piece of the ground that was blown up.
As the graysmith reached out, he lightly knocked on the wall.
The fine gray lines were like countless fine hexagonal honeycombs, spreading out from the position where he struck, covering the entire blasted hollow ground in the blink of an eye.
Subsequently, these gray parts were filled with color in an instant, or it was like the texture pack was suddenly "refreshed" when a very laggy machine was loading the game.
That's not your ordinary "make ground" fill.
It is as if the ground here has never been blown up and has been restored to exactly the same level as before.
The graysmith walked calmly from the newly created ground to the place where Neuser was bound before.
He tidied up and found a book.
The graysmith breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, it was not damaged."
Then Hui Hui handed the book to Annan: "I think you should need it."
Annan took the book and asked softly: "This is..."
"Knowledge about transplanting holy bones."
As the graysmith spoke, he carefully picked up the pages scattered on the ground, sorted them, and inserted them back into the bookshelf next to him.
He also explained: "If you want to lock the saint with book pages for so long, ordinary knowledge will not work at all.
"The books here are all handwritten by Trissino himself. Strictly speaking, part of the knowledge he took away from me has been written into books..."
The graysmith said and glanced at Neusser with a smile: "Maybe you will get a blessing in disguise.
"Through this method, you can directly obtain these mysterious knowledge that is difficult to learn. Although the process may be a bit painful, once you digest all the mysterious knowledge that has been forced into your mind, you will probably be able to become the same person as you. He is as powerful a ritualist as his little girlfriend."
Hearing this, Nefertari's cheeks turned slightly red and he looked away...but he did not deny it at all.
"However," the graysmith said, his expression became serious, "Although Trissino and I are two people, I still want to apologize for the harm he caused you."
"Speaking of this," Annan was a little confused, "Actually, I am a little confused. Why...would you want to separate and hate?"
He still had half a sentence to hide, but Annan felt that the graysmith should be able to understand.
That is...
Why is the hatred in the gray master so strong and extreme?
According to what Annan and the others know about Ashton, this young man who looks melancholy and gentle is indeed a true benevolent god. Although his apostles are often called upon to assassinate people... the Graysmith and his followers have always been dedicated to helping people who have fallen into despair for various reasons.
A considerable number of people saved by Graysmith's followers are villains and fools. They were either hunted to the extreme and prepared to jump over the wall to attack innocent people or commit suicide out of fear of crime; or they were deceived due to greed and other reasons and lost all their belongings.
For these people, the Ashsmith Church may not be so friendly because they will use divine magic to directly **** away their desperate memories.
They do not distinguish between good and evil when rescuing desperate people, but after rescuing them, they will choose different treatment methods based on the characteristics of the target.
Give good people new life, bring evildoers to justice, and make stupid people responsible for their actions. The philosophy of the Graysmith Church is that "people should not take drastic actions out of despair."
In other words, "Despair is not a reason for them to deprive themselves or others of their lives."
This concept is indeed respected, but not everyone will like it. It is true that many people think that Graysmith followers are a bit nosy when they prevent others from committing suicide... but they do not actually prevent everyone from committing suicide.
They will only prevent "impulse suicide" or "impulse homicide".
In order to prevent the momentary "jujube cake memories" from producing more "jujube cake memories", and to break the cycle of despair...
If a person clearly considers all possibilities, handles his or her own affairs, and convinces the believers who come while remaining rational. Then the believer will not continue to prevent him from approaching death with his own knowledge.
These priests work just as hard as the suicide intervention hotline staff.
Not only are they often misunderstood by others and bear the unreasonable and even offensive words of others, but confiding itself is also a kind of spiritual attack. While the priests listen, it is their souls that are gradually polluted by the negative energy of the confider. process.
After all, they are also mortals, it’s just that they are stronger and can purify themselves faster than ordinary people.
Why would a God with such gentle believers have such strong hatred?
"Part of it was the **** war. Then came the Wizarding War."
The graysmith said warmly: "The two wars that happened one after another filled the world with despair. War, death, famine, betrayal, massacre, screams, fear...
"Such intense despair is a curse in itself. My children are all mortals, how can they bear such a degree of curse?
"So, I crossed them, used my power to set up a big barrier, and absorbed all the despair and hatred in the world into myself. I have been doing this since the **** battle. ...until ten years after the end of the Wizarding War.
"This is also the reason why people can resume construction so quickly after two consecutive world-scale wars..."
As he spoke, the gray craftsman smiled helplessly: "But I still overestimated myself. Bearing the resentment, hatred, and despair of the entire world for more than a hundred years still made me gradually lose control.
"But what really made me lose control in the end... was at the end of the Wizarding War, more than a hundred years ago."
The graysmith said softly: "At that time, there was a young man... He had good talents. After the baptism of the wizard war, he realized the evil of war and the great evil hidden in people's hearts. He wanted to Obtained the heart of justice and became the new Saint of Justice...and used it as a springboard to become the God of Justice. ~IndoMTL.com~ But he failed.
"Watching him fall in the sky, his whole body burning with flames... At that moment, I thought of Sisyphus. And I thought of the chariot driver."
The gray craftsman said softly: "She is regarded as my mother. When I was young, it was the chariot driver who brought me up.
“I can’t forget the image of her gone forever and Sisyphus falling from the sky. Maybe I will never forget it... maybe I shouldn’t forget it either.
"It was at that moment that I felt a strong sense of boredom with this world. I had an extremely strong hatred of 'fate' itself. In order to prevent myself from falling and to continue to bear the evil thoughts of this world, I I can only cut myself off, isolate and banish this part of my hatred that I can’t bear for the time being.
"Because as long as he dies, he will return to me. So no matter how crazy he is, everyone will just turn a blind eye... but I feel compassion.
"I think, after all, this is a life that broke away from me and gained free will. This is probably what my mother...or father thought. When I looked at him, I thought of me at that time. I saw him with my own eyes. Growing up day by day, from a boy to a young man, from a young man to a mature man, his abilities became stronger day by day, and finally he buried himself in the carvings of time.
"At that moment, I realized very clearly that he wanted to kill me. But even so, I couldn't bear to end his life myself."
The graysmith sighed melancholy: "Maybe I am just such a sentimental guy who is not successful enough.
"But fortunately... you are finally back. I have the courage to fight against the despair accumulated a hundred years ago."
The graysmith looked at Annan, his voice full of tranquility: "After all, the overhead crane is back.
"Everything will be fine."