Chapter 220 This is your destiny!
In an environment of extreme despair and oppression, the reason why ancient civilizations were able to maintain conscience and order and not collapse was because of their fanatical faith.

Even if everyone knows that this belief is false, it doesn't matter. It is extremely easy to deceive yourself.

Westhead couldn't help but sigh:
"That's why you're the only one left at the monastery."

Not only do they have to lead the charge and defeat the enemy, but they also have to treat their compatriots in a cruel and murderous manner, which puts the mental pressure on them to the extreme.

This job is really not something a human can do.

"No one wants to be the executioner who knowingly commits a crime, but someone has to do it. People need spiritual comfort."

Evening Prayer leaned slightly to one side, lowered his eyelids and said:

"False faith can only bring false peace of mind and comfort, paralyzing reason and spirit. Otherwise, everyone will be overwhelmed by fear and despair."

"Xu Li used to only help other countries resist invasions, but now, we have to face the invasion of the main force of Chaos. No country can withstand this kind of offensive. This time, just breaking through the blockade has almost wiped out our lives. We are already on the countdown to our demise."

"Although I knew this day would come, I didn't expect it to come so soon. I wanted to create more beautiful memories."

The gray-haired girl continued to mutter and complain for a while before she got up from Westhead's arms:
"Thank you. Every time after a funeral, I feel much better when I hold you like this."

"I don't know what I would do without Wes's arms."

Westhead looked at Evening Prayer's melancholy profile and suddenly said:
"It's too early to give up now. What if the faith is not false?"

"Ok?"

Westhead: "I mean, what if there is a true God to protect and save us?"

Evening Prayer chuckled and shook his head, saying, "If that's the case, it would be true salvation, but this assumption is meaningless, Weiss, you don't have to comfort me. I have always been sober and never pinned my hopes on false idols."

"Yes, that's why you have free will that others don't have."

Westhead said solemnly: "God never came by prayer, but was made by hands."

“Is it possible that you can be the salvation?”

The gray-haired girl shook her head and said, "I don't have that kind of power."

"Absolutely! It's easy to get!"

Westhead held Evening Prayer's shoulders and said sternly, "You will ascend to God and become the savior of the world!"

Evening Prayer raised the corners of his lips softly, without making any comment.

"Don't you believe it?"

“It’s hard to believe.”

Westhead put himself in the other person's shoes and thought that his words without any evidence were indeed unconvincing. It was hard not to take them as encouragement and comfort. At least he needed a reasonable reason, right?
So he decided to produce evidence.

"Actually, there is something I must tell you. I do not belong to this era, but from the future."

Westhead has always hated Riddler's behavior, and he believes that speaking openly and honestly is the most effective.

What's more, this is not the real reality. Since we are in the memory of the Lord of Absolute Extinction, it doesn't matter what we say or do.

Evening Prayer tilted his head: "The future?"

Westhead nodded vigorously: "Yes, the future. I guess I was involved in some kind of time and space turbulence, which led me to the distant past and meet you."

It's not really a mystery as to how I came to have this connection with ancient times.

In the era when the gods are not visible, the disaster [Chronology Collapse] that occurred in the Sky Kingdom will generate countless space-time turbulences. The stable timeline will only collapse at that time, and only then will it be possible to intersect with the past.

Evening Prayer's red eyes stared at Westhead's purple eyes for a long time before he sighed:
"It's incredible, but you're not lying."

Westhead laughed, "You can tell if I'm lying, right?"

"The future. How far into the future is that? In that case, does that mean Weiss is younger than me?"

The imagination of Vespers is still too conservative, limiting the scope to a few decades or even a few years.

Westhead recalled the chronicle: "About 10,000 years later."

"Ten thousand years?!" Evening Prayer was shocked by this exaggerated time scale.

"Yes, it's not much different. In my generation, everything that happened here has long been forgotten, but one thing is very clear, that is, the mortal world has not been destroyed. We have driven Chaos to the border of civilization!"

"And all of this is due to the ascension of the first celestial god [Lord of the Blue Sky]!"

Westhead shook the gray-haired girl's shoulders and said:

"Evening prayer! This is your destiny!"

"You will definitely become the [Lord of the Blue Sky]! This is not an expectation, nor a speculation, but an established fact that has already happened!"

Evening Prayer was frightened by Westhead's fanatical attitude, sobbed softly, and said:
"Even if you say that, I don't know what to do?"

"I will help you! I have already planned a path to godhood for you!"

Westhead stroked his bracelet and said:

“The path to becoming a god lies within it!”

Although due to the constraints of the Lord of Absolute Extinction himself, Westhead had no way of knowing his memories before this.

But after seeing the prepared research content and the complete ascension ceremony, he immediately understood what "he" was planning.

That is to elevate Evening Prayer to the throne of God and achieve the great feat of becoming the first God!

The Apostle of God is actually me?
Yes, it would be really stupid if you know the standard answer but still don’t copy it.

Under Westhead's strong encouragement, Evening Prayer frowned slightly and said:
"If I become a god, can I save everyone?"

“No more bloodshed, no more pain, and no more sorrow?”

Westhead: "Of course! The gods can do whatever they want, and your will is above everything! You can do all of this!"

Forget about such a trivial matter as creating a utopia, even strengthening the entire world is a necessary step!
Evening Prayer widened her red eyes and slightly opened her cherry lips:
"By then, can I unload all my burdens and go on a good vacation with Wes? I've read in the literature that in the past there was not only sunshine, but also beaches and coasts."

“These are the norm.”

"Instead of eating synthetic food, can we eat as much natural food as we want?"

“It’s a piece of cake.”

"That"

Westhead felt as if he was deceiving the little girl. With every promise he made, the gray-haired girl's eyes would brighten a little.

Finally, after expressing all his expectations and questions, Evening Prayer let out a long breath and looked at Westhead with an unprecedented seriousness:

"Then I want to become a god, absolutely! No matter what!"

Your desires are too easily satisfied. Do you want to become a god just for this purpose?

It’s a little hard to say about Westhead, but it would be great if evening prayer could ignite the desire to ascend.

"Weiss, we have a deal?"

Evening Prayer smiled and held out his hand to his partner.

"Yes, it's a deal."

The black-haired, purple-eyed man smiled back and tried to hold the gray-haired girl's hand.

"Click——"

However, just as Westhead's fingertips were about to touch the Evening Prayer, a crisp cracking sound was heard.

Westhead saw his body starting from his arms, which were cracked and folded like a mirror. Everything in front of him seemed to be frozen. Westhead could still clearly see Evening Prayer's surprised eyes.

But in the blink of an eye, he was swallowed by the whirlpool.

(End of this chapter)