Chapter 2367: Do you want to kill God?

"What you said makes sense." Irina sat down on the bed and looked at him and said: "You seem to have found a lot of things for yourself recently. Why, after becoming the world's strongest, you plan to be the world's best. Is the richest man?"
"The goal of the world's richest man is too vulgar. After knowing that this is the world of pie, the false name of the world's strongest man is a little bit self-deceiving. Maybe in a few years, I won't even be able to beat Xiaoguai." McGonagall Smiled and shook his head.
"If Xiaoguai is a god, why choose to reincarnate at this time after countless years of silence?" Irina looked at McGonagall and asked with a serious expression: "What about other gods?"
McGonagall was taken aback, his expression also became a little serious.
There are many legends about gods in this world, almost every race has more than one.
Xiaoguai is the of the sea worshipped by the Lantis tribe. In the history of Lantis for thousands of years, he was a phantom existence, but suddenly reincarnated and chose Gina to be her guardian.
So, will the gods of other races also be reincarnated?
The little boy who has not yet awakened has shown his terrifying power above the law.
Those reincarnated gods, once awakened, will inevitably break the upper limit of Nolan Continent's strength again.
"If the gods are reincarnated, it may be more troublesome than the old rulers." McGonagall sighed, suddenly feeling a little headache.
"At least God is not in a hurry to destroy the world."
"Who told you that a is a kind existence?" McGonagall looked at Irina, "Even the Abyssal Devil has a he worships, but I don't know if it is a pure altar messenger or a wild boar spirit."
Irina opened her mouth, she was speechless.
"The old rulers are at least still bound by the seal, and once they appear, everyone can work together to seal them. But if the gods reincarnated one after another, and they have a transcendent status among the various races, then the situation may be out of control. . "McGonagall frowned slightly, thinking that the problem was a bit big.
Irina looked at McGonagall and suddenly changed her color and said, "Do you want to kill God?"
McGonagall raised his eyes, met Irina's gaze, was silent for a while, and shook his head: "If they are like Xiaogua, they have no memory of God after being reincarnated, they are not much different from ordinary children. Kill They are a bit too cruel."
"Then what are you going to do?"
"It’s not yet certain whether other gods will be reincarnated. Xiaoguai may be an example, but if gods are really reincarnated on a large scale, I think they should be gathered together first and instilled in them some magnificent three views, maybe one Good way."
"Are you going to put them in a cage?" Irina asked in surprise.
"No, it's the school." McGonagall grinned. "A closed boarding school."
"What's the difference between that and the cage?" Irina rolled her eyes, but quickly said: "But if you really want to bring them together, it may be a group of extremely terrifying combat forces."
"I adopted a group of gods?" Magtoe felt like a challenging idea.
"You'd better not take a group of sons and daughters back, and it's still the kind that comes with a wife." Irina took out a knife from somewhere, whirled and jumped on her fingertips, and glanced at McGonagall's. waist.
"Of course not, am I this kind of person? Being a good teacher is not a good father, I can handle it clearly." McGonagall waved his hand quickly.
After preparing rooms for Gina and Xiaoguai, McGonagall went to the study to write a few letters and sent them to various places.
Since he collected princesses of all races in the restaurant, he indirectly established some friendly relations with all races, so McGonagall entrusted them to help find some talented children and plan to accept disciples from them.
The focus of finding these children is the death of both parents, followed by special abilities and possible nonsense.
Needless to say, both parents die. In the novel without this configuration, it is generally difficult to become a great weapon, and there is a high probability that it will not become a god.
He doesn't know what the special ability is, but he must add this one to prevent the restaurant from becoming an orphanage.
As for the nonsense, McGonagall thought that these gods were reincarnated, and there may be some flashbacks of memories, and then showed mental abnormalities and nonsense.
There is often only a thin line between genius and mental illness.
Of course, this must be combined with the previous two points to effectively prevent him from becoming a mental hospital.
"As Alex, it should be easier to get useful information, right?" Irina asked as she stood at the desk and looked at McGonagall who was loading the envelope.
"As long as it is something Alex is looking for, everyone will stare at it. Even if we find it at that time, it is not because we want to take it away." McGonagall smiled and shook his head. "However, This matter can be told to Michael, and now we can only trust the city of chaos that most hopes to maintain the current state of peace."
Irina nodded slightly, "I will let the night elves collect intelligence and news."
"Actually, I'm more worried about the ancients knowing about this." McGonagall put the packed envelope aside, his expression worried.
"Do you think the ancients will not let go of these gods?"
"The ancients have all aspects of the Nolan Continent, whether it is technology or top-level strength, it is completely at two levels.
But if the gods reincarnated in large numbers, and they might reshape the godheads, then the dungeon’s top combat advantage would no longer be available.
It is impossible for Gods not to know the existence of the dungeons and the ancients. In a world that is evenly matched, there can be no eternal balance because they can threaten each other. "Meg said in a low voice.
Irina was silent for a while, and somewhat laughed at herself: "I originally planned to retire after the night elves were able to support themselves. Now it seems that it may be far away."
McGonagall got up and walked to her side, gently hugging her into his arms, and said softly: "Don't worry, I can handle all of this."
Irina looked up at his profile, and smiled after all, "There is no reason to let you stand out by yourself."
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After sending out the letter, nothing happened in the afternoon. McGonagall sorted out the dishes he had learned but had not yet launched in the restaurant.
The kitchen space is already a bit crowded, so he does not plan to add a cake room for making cakes alone.
He considered launching the mousse cake in an ice cream shop. Anyway, the mousse cake should be served in cold storage. As a new product of the ice cream shop, it can not only enrich the menu, but also expand the customer base.
When he thought of doing it, McGonagall went into the kitchen, made five mousse cakes, smashed into the refrigerated crisper, and sent them directly to the ice cream shop.
"Boss, why are you here?" Mia asked a little surprised when she saw McGonagall coming in when she just delivered ice cream to a child.