Chapter 337: ant

　　 "Ha...Ha...Ha..." He was like Charles who had taken a bath, tremblingly bent over and gasped.
　　 He remembered, the erased memory was remembered by him, he had seen this god.
　　 The huge yellow eyeball under the water is Idik. It’s not an illusion that my body has changed that day, I am the one who became his god!
　　 Looking at Charles, who was very embarrassed beside him, the Pope didn't panic at all, and slowly ate his own eggs.
　　 At the end of the meal, he even squeezed the broken eggshells floating in the air into powder and stuffed it into his mouth, without any waste.
　　 "He... why did he choose me as his Chosen?" Charles turned his head to look at the Pope.
　　 The pope chewed and swallowed the contents of his mouth completely, "Does this matter suit me? You are his religious, you ask me?"
　　 Charles touched the sweat on his face and flicked it hard, "How do I know, who knows what this thing is thinking about! I am not his believer at all!"
　　 Seeing Charles looks like this, the pope's face with age spots is very triumphant
　　Looking at him like that, a trace of coldness appeared on Charles's face. "What are you proud of."
　　 "Hehe, of course I am proud of it. Sure enough, the great God of Light is not comparable to a messy god. It is really great that I can be the chosen one of God of Light. Hahaha!"
　　 Seeing Charles' expression getting more and more ugly, the Pope leaned his body slightly to the side.
　　 "Do you think your cares whether you believe in him or not? There is no one who believes in Idik except you in the whole dull Heze. Do you know why?"
　　 "What do you mean?"
　　 "It seems that you still don't know much about your god. Anyone who pays homage to Yidike will cause destruction. He never needs the humble belief of human beings."
"You can become his chosen one, only means that he has looked at you for some reason, maybe it is just such a simple look that gives you a certain special power, which you have not yet mastered, say Uncertainly waiting for the day when you completely master it, you will have stronger power than me."
　　 Charles raised his hand and looked at his palm silently. He seemed to see the tentacles with triangular eyes under the skin slowly squirming with mucus.
"Of course, this matter cannot be simply explained by good and bad things. Although the chosen by God is extremely rare, the chosen by God is also different. For example, my great God of Light, He is selfless, He is kind, He gave me The powerful force of long-lived life, as for you..."
　　 Speaking of this, after the Pope looked at Charles carefully, he stretched out his wrinkled right hand and patted Charles on the shoulder.
"What's wrong with me?"
"To tell you one thing, it does not mean that all gods are as friendly and amiable as the gods of light. Becoming a chosen person of some evil gods is more like a curse. The chosen one of the feaster, do you think me, you, and him will be the same?"
　　 Charles flashed Swan's creepy changes, and the expression on his face became even more ugly.
　　 "Is there a way to solve this state of election? For example, like the sacrifice of Fatanism, the person who dismisses the election."
　　 Charles doesn't want to become a monster. If he can become an ordinary person, he would rather not have this dangerous force.
　　 "Futan sacrifices? Foolishness! What do you know the gods' sacrifice rituals do? Do you really think those gods care about the human souls?"
　　 Subconsciously, Charles stroked the tattoo on his neck with his hand. Then he said to the Pope: "That's not right, the sacrifice rituals of the Fatan religion are obviously very useful."
　　 The bandage ceremony required sacrifices every time, but it achieved the expected results every time.
　　 There was a trace of contempt on the Pope’s face, "If it is useful, it means that Futtan theorizes them? Come on, let me show you something."
　　 The Pope grabbed Charles' right hand and floated directly in the air.
　　 The scenery in front of him flashed quickly, and when Charles came back to his senses, he found himself being taken to the banana garden on Hope Island.
　　Some banana farmers with huge hats on their heads are carefully cutting banana bunches, for fear that the deadly sun will hit them.
　　 The Pope looked around and took Charles to an ant nest, where the workers were diligently carrying various things.
　　 "Look, if the ants are us this time, we are gods now. Do you think that when we look at these ants, they will realize our existence?"
　　 "Also like this." The Pope squatted down, standing with his right hand on the path that the ants must pass, and the ants carrying living things suddenly became a mess.
　　 "Look, if these ants think like humans, what do these ants think my finger is?"
　　 "For another example, my fingers are born with a certain power." The pope's fingers cracked slightly, and a soft golden light shot out from it, coating the black bright hard shells of ants with a layer of gold.
　　 "If an ant inadvertently discovers that this power can be used, will they form a sect with my finger as the god? And sacrifice all kinds of things to this god?"
　　 "As for the Chosen~EbookFREE.me~ it's like I saw an ant, and suddenly I felt that this ant was something special. I gave it a little bit of strength."
　　 The pope lightly clicked, and an ant instantly sparkled with gold, as if it were made of gold.
　　 The pope said that he lay down on the ground. "Actually, for me, I might just squint here for a while. I don't care what those ants do. I forgot about the golden ant after I slept."
　　 Charles looked at the black ants. "You mean, those ants worshiping fingers are followers of Fatanism?"
　　 "No" The pope shook his head and put his finger back. "I want to say that humans are the same as these ants. They can't understand what they can't understand. They think that human life is the most precious thing to humans, so they take human lives as sacrifices. God Futan thinks that the gods will be very satisfied if they receive the most precious gift."
"Those deformed children always use the knowledge they understand to understand their gods. We ourselves have desires, which means that Gods have desires. We hate and love. Gods also have love. We use all kinds of ignorant human knowledge to write stupid things. myth."
　　 "After all, they are just wishful thinking. If Futan is really like me, maybe when he wakes up, he wonders what the ants around him are."
　　
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