Therefore, he who used to rely on the rules of order to hunt other gods should now have to turn around and start opening his mouth to eat the meat that is constantly being sent in based on this rule.

The systems of other religious religions are like rain falling on the earth and being evaporated by the sun before returning to the sky and falling again. Although there will be extreme weather conditions such as droughts and floods, such a cycle can be maintained most of the time.

Since entering this era, our cycle has actually been broken.

He no longer absorbs it and then denies it, but directly attacks the former hound and starts eating the meat.

The more he eats, the weaker and weaker the entire cycle will become. Then, according to our rules, there will only be fewer and fewer people who have the opportunity to condense godhood.

Rasma, you should have read through the notes of many great priests of the past dynasties, have you discovered anything..."

"Yes." Rasma replied directly. "When I looked through their notes and read about their experiences, I sighed more than once. Why is it so easy for such stupid people to be promoted to elders and enter the Temple of Order?"

"Yes, in the last era, you, Rasma, would have been able to enter the temple a long time ago, and you would have been able to condense your godhood a long time ago."

"What about you? You have condensed three more."

As soon as she asked this question, Rasma regretted it and immediately said: "Forget it, pretend I didn't ask, because you are Dis."

Because you are Dis, you should not ask why you can condense three of them, but you should state in a surprised tone: You can only condense three!

"I condensed three." Dis said.

"Okay, I know, I know, I just saw it. You made Elder Sidi stunned like a village woman who has never seen the world."

"I condensed three..."

"I know, I know!"

"But each one is not big." Dis said.

Rasma was stunned and then asked: "So, what do you mean?"

"In the last era, branches were born in the mythological narratives of many divine religions. The god worshiped by the branch churches, I think, should be the senior members of the original big church. From the belief in the original god, their own god was born.

The complete godhead.

It may be small, being a branching god after all; but it should be complete.

If in the last era, you should have been the elder of the temple, and I should have been the branch god."

Rasma frowned,

Doubtfully said:

"Are you praising me or yourself?"

"What's the point of talking about who to praise now?"

"Well, it really doesn't make sense, but why are you telling me this?"

"Because you asked first."

"Um... then just pretend that you told me first, okay?"

"Um."

"Then why are you saying this to me? You must know that you are an apostate now, and I am the high priest of the religion."

"Because you were once my opponent."

Rasma sniffed hard and asked, "Is this what you mean?"

"I suggest you continue asking."

"Okay, I won't ask anymore."

"My home has arrived."

The two of them had already arrived at the door of No. 13 Mink Street.

"Want to go in and sit down?" Dis asked.

"If you don't go in, I'm afraid you'll hang me on the cross too."

"hehe."

"Do you need me to take care of your home?"

"I prefer that you ask the people below to look away from my house."

"Okay, I know."

Dis opened the courtyard door and was about to walk in;

At this time,

Rasma asked: "Dis, do you think it is possible to change it? I mean...our order and our church."

Dis stopped and said: "Over the past few centuries, have you heard of any church reform that was successful from bottom to top?"

"No, not one."

“The church is God’s extension in the world. Without changing God, you cannot change the church.”

"Then there's nothing we can do?"

Dis' eyes became a little deeper and he replied:

"uncertain.

Because in my opinion, our Church of Kosmos has not yet waited for its true god."

…

The study door was pushed open.

Karen, who was sitting on the chair behind the desk, trembled slightly.

until,

He waited until the familiar voice sounded:

"I'm back."

Karen took off his mask and his eyes were a little red.

"You're crying," Dis said.

"No, it's probably because I'm allergic to the material of the mask."

Karen stood up and walked to Dis to help him. He could clearly see that Dis' face was pale now.

The old man at this time really looked like an old man.

"Grandpa, please sit down."

"I'm not going to sit down anymore. Let's go back to the bedroom. I want to lie down."

"Okay, grandpa."

Karen helped Dis into the bedroom. Dis sat down on the bed and leaned his back against the bed board.

"I've taken care of the matter."

"I know grandpa will be fine."

"This family has no problem; you have no problem either."

"Is it because of my choice that it makes things difficult for you, Grandpa? Or, in other words, does it make you pay more, Grandpa?"

"Karen, do you know what is the greatest pain for an elderly person?"

"You say it and I listen."

"That is, I am old and can no longer help my children."

"Actually, you don't have to have this mentality. This home has always been so warm because of you. Grandpa, you know, I like this home and the family style you bring to this home."

Dis smiled,

Then,

His eyes fell on Pu'er and Jin Mao, who had come in with him earlier.

Pu'er had already jumped on the bed and came to Dis, with tears in his eyes.

This cat has indeed watched Dis grow up.

"I beat Sidi today."

Pu'er was stunned for a moment, grinned and wanted to smile, then pouted and said:

"That bitch, I've forgotten about her."

Dis stretched out his hand and put it on his leg. Pu'er stretched out his paw and placed it on Dis's palm.

Pu'er said: "Don't worry, I will take good care of Karen."

Dis raised his head, looked at Karen, and said, "Promise Grandpa one thing, take good care of Po'er... Oh, take good care of Pu'er."

"..."Pu'er.

"Okay, grandpa."
To be continued...