Chapter 519

"Teacher, sometimes I really doubt if you are really a god? How can you be a god like this?"

In the church, feeling the teacher's hand touching her hair, Noah rolled her eyes; she really couldn't understand what kind of operation her teacher was doing.

How could a god teach a disciple to resist herself like this.

Ever since the teacher picked her up from the trash heap twenty years ago, Noah originally wanted to become the teacher's most pious believer; she swore that she would spread the glory of the Radiant Lord to the world.

However, the teacher's teaching to her subsequently directly made Noah a bit confused.

The education she received in her religious enlightenment class was not the normal "Gospel" of the Radiant Church, but another scripture named "Genesis."

The content of that thing was simply rebellious, talking about everyone being equal, and talking about man conquering heaven. It was clearly a scripture, but between the lines, it revealed disdain for gods everywhere. Anyway, Noah looked left and right, and finally, between the lines of "Genesis," she only saw one thought, and that was the eternal glory of humanity.

There has never been a savior, and it doesn't depend on gods and emperors; if you want a beautiful life, you can only rely on us humans ourselves.

There is one thing to say, from the first moment she saw the content of this "Genesis," Noah felt that this scripture was completely speaking to her heart.

After all, although she was the daughter of the previous Pope, she was just an illegitimate daughter, and this identity also made her rebellious from childhood.

She had always disliked those hypocritical powerful people, and the actions of her own Pope father also made her not hold any hope for faith from the beginning; she could survive tenaciously entirely by her own personal efforts.

Only, such rebellious things were not given to her by those cultists or heretics, but by the daughter of the Radiant Lord, the leader of the gods' messengers.

This was very damn; what exactly does the teacher want to do? Does she want to rebel against her own mother, the Radiant Lord?

"Teacher, what exactly do you want to do? What is your purpose?"

Noah raised her head to look at the teacher in front of her, and then frowned and asked very seriously.

Although all her knowledge was taught by the teacher, and everything she possessed now was given by the teacher, if the teacher wanted her to die, she would definitely draw her sword and commit suicide without saying a word.

But now she was no longer alone; after many years of operation, she already had many like-minded bottom-tier followers. Although on the surface she was the Pope of the Radiant Sect, behind the scenes, she was also the leader of the bottom-tier revolutionary army on this ark.

She herself could die to repay the teacher's kindness, but she was unwilling to let her comrades become tools and chess pieces in the teacher's hands because of her decisions.

In the past, because the plan was far from the time to start, she had been holding back and not having a final showdown with the teacher, but now, after just killing that noble pig, the horn of resistance had been blown, and the revolutionary army would inevitably have a fierce battle with these powerful forces of the old era.

And as the leader, Noah had nowhere to retreat; she had to make things clear with the teacher today.

Well, it was also time to make a break with the teacher.

Therefore, Noah looked nervously at the teacher in front of her, waiting for her answer.

Sophie Sophie Liya also felt the seriousness of this cheap disciple; she withdrew her hand that had just touched her head, and then shook her head.

"You are like me only in respecting the teacher."

The pure white angel sighed like this.

Subsequently, she also showed her cards.

"Don't worry, Noah, I don't have any plans for you weak mortals. As for why you have to ask what my purpose is, that's probably an experiment."

Sophie Sophie Liya answered like this.

"Experiment?"

Noah was stunned; she had imagined many answers the teacher might give, but this one was still beyond her expectations.

"Yes, it's just an experiment. You should be able to see it, right? That "Genesis" couldn't have been written by me"

It was written by someone very important to me; that was her philosophy, and I have never trusted such naive philosophy, so I conducted this experiment."

Sophie Sophie Liya said the truth.

This was also not something that needed to be hidden.

Over these five hundred years, she had already finished laying out what she should lay out, and the extra time was idle, so the pure white angel simply did such a small experiment.

Clearly, in her view, the naive fantasies of the Eldest Miss that were somewhat unrealistic were ridiculous, but it was such fantasies that eventually cast that heavenly scripture "Genesis" before her eyes.

This really made Sophie Sophie Liya very shocked and puzzled.

Based on the pragmatic spirit of no practice, no right to speak, plus being idle, Sophie Sophie Liya conducted this experiment.

Of course, this was also because Noah, the best experimental subject, just happened to appear in front of her.

She was just bored and relaxing in the city before, but as she walked, she saw Noah, this child, in the trash heap.

Sophie Sophie Liya noticed Noah, this little guy who was different, at first glance, because on this little guy, she vaguely saw the shadow of her own Eldest Miss.

Of course, whether in appearance or talent, Noah was far from being comparable to the Eldest Miss; the two were worlds apart.

The reason why Sophie Sophie Liya had the feeling that these two people were a bit alike was probably because both of them were troublemakers.

The Eldest Miss was someone who would have riots wherever she went, and Noah was the same, because this child's fate was really a bit special; she was a "changer" fate.

Those who possess this kind of fate are destined to be extraordinary; she is born with the destiny to bring change to this world.

And for the pure white angel, the holder of this kind of fate is also the best experimental sample.

Therefore, Sophie Sophie Liya picked Noah back, and also taught her the philosophy in the Eldest Miss's "Genesis." The pure white angel was very much looking forward to this disciple bringing her some surprises.

"So I'm just an experimental subject of yours, teacher?"

Hearing such an answer, Noah lowered her head, and for a time, it was a bit hard to accept.

However, she didn't have too many surprises about this; after all, she wasn't stupid; she could actually see it long ago that her angel teacher had always been very cold, and she basically stayed in the central cathedral, rarely coming into contact with others.

How to say this feeling, it's as if the teacher was very afraid of forming bonds with others; she actively closed herself off, thereby reaching a realm of detachment.

And her own existence was the only accident; she was the only mortal the teacher had contacted and taught.

It was precisely because of her specialness that Noah had such an unreasonable fantasy in her heart; how much she hoped that she could also be special in the heart of this god teacher who was detached from the world.

But now, the fantasy was finally shattered; the teacher's special treatment of her was not because she held any special feelings for her; everything was just a game of gods.

And, the teacher also confessed just now that there was someone very important to her in her heart, and even "Genesis" was written by that person, but unfortunately, that person was not her, Noah; at most, she was just a small substitute for that person...

Eh... maybe not even a substitute.

Damn, thinking about it this way, I feel even more miserable...

The young Pope really felt lost and sad at this moment; she only felt empty in her heart.

Although she had already completed full knight transformation, there was really no heart in her chest.

And looking at the suddenly lost apprentice, hearing her questioning of herself, Sophie Sophie Liya was also silent.

At this moment, she, who clearly controlled the power of fate, also suddenly felt the reincarnation of fate.

After all, she was also once the

substitute for the Eldest Miss in the teacher's heart, and now...

No one understood better than her the unwillingness and loss after discovering that she was actually just someone else's substitute.

With empathy, Sophie Sophie Liya reached out again and touched the head of the disciple in front of her.

"Silly child, don't think too much; you are still not qualified to be a substitute for that person. In my heart, you are really just Noah."

The pure white angel was again very straightforward and spoke the truth.

Indeed, in this world, who is qualified to be a substitute for the Eldest Miss, and who has the ability to replace that monster who is monstrously talented?

Only, the truth is sometimes the most hurtful; Noah, who was already lost, cried directly when she heard this.

Of course, crying and crying, the young Pope smiled again.

"I see, it's good that I'm not a substitute."

She raised her head, looked seriously at the teacher in front of her again, and said with relief.

And this was Sophie Sophie Liya's turn to be silent.

Just as Noah saw, Sophie Sophie Liya had actually rarely communicated with these mortals outside for five hundred years; she had always closed herself off.

As for the purpose of doing this, it was also very simple; she was afraid that her heart would soften.

After all, in her plan, she would eventually destroy this world personally; by then, the vast majority of mortals would die in the apocalypse.

Communicating with such people who are bound to die, if there really were feelings, then when the apocalypse arrives, she really worried that she wouldn't be able to do it.

Moreover, everything was just a dream, a dream called the Witch's Night; having entanglements with people in the dream is probably nothing more stupid than this.

After all, a dream is ultimately a dream; even if it is real, it will eventually wake up. When the dream wakes up, everything here will vanish into thin air.

Only, saying so is saying so, but wanting to really achieve the cutting off of feelings and treating everything as tools and chess pieces is not easy.

For example, Sophie Sophie Liya ultimately couldn't really treat the cheap disciple in front of her as an experimental subject.

Sigh, in the end, she is still at this half-baked level; she can't reach the level of her incarnation, Lucifer, who can turn her face without recognizing anyone while talking and laughing.

The Eldest Miss once said she was a weakling who was strong on the outside and weak on the inside; such an evaluation was accurate.

At the thought of this, Sophie Sophie Liya's mood was complicated.

"Alright, teacher, please watch me carefully from now on; please witness, I will definitely create that world as beautiful as a dream; "Genesis" will be completed by me, not that person."

Noah, who had regained her spirit, said this.

"Then I will wait and see."

To this, Sophie Sophie Liya also answered with a smile.

Although she didn't think in her heart that this cheap disciple had the ability to do it.

And on the other side, Pandora City, the Witch Council in the Holy Palace was still being held.

Dorothy thought for a while, but really couldn't understand why Sophie Sophie Liya would leave the obvious source of civil strife alone and not stop it.

However, she didn't want to think too much about things she couldn't understand; anyway, the boat will naturally be straight when it reaches the bridge; future things will be discussed in the future. Anyway, as long as everything goes smoothly on her side, then no matter what conspiracy Sophie Sophie Liya has, it will be useless.

"Prime Minister..."

Next, the witches reported their work progress one by one, such as Madeline having completed the special training of the magical girls, and the achievements of the guard troops fighting against the disaster beasts in the final period were gratifying.

And such as the new breakthrough in the farming technology of Abundant Wine recently, successfully achieving 1,800 per mu, etc.

And for these, the Home Witch listened seriously and nodded from time to time to show approval, but in fact, her heart was somewhat disappointed.

"Sigh, boring,

I listened for a long time and it was all the success of the witches; is there no local progress? This kind of achievement that seems like opening a cheat in a game is really boring."

Dorothy thought so in her heart.

In the official history, the reason why the witches could eventually win was all because the God King brought the whole field, and other witches were basically atmosphere groups, lying to win behind, at most playing some tool roles.

And now, in this Witch's Night, if possible, the Home Witch hoped that the final victory would be achieved through everyone's efforts.

But now it seems that everyone is indeed working hard, but the main efforts almost all come from the witch students who came to participate in the trial, and those local plot NPCs have limited contributions.

If this continues, wouldn't it just be changing from the God King to the witch, and those who should have been the protagonists would still be lying to win in the end?

Such a victory, in Dorothy's view, is somewhat imperfect.

But it's a pity, just as she said long ago, if you can't go deep into the masses, you can't really become a qualified leader who can lead the masses.

She didn't want to be the leader in the first act, but gave the leader's position to Dinnisha, hoping that this plot NPC could take on the heavy responsibility.

But now this expectation has finally fallen through; Dinnisha is now half a God King, she stands too high and too far, and her people still can't keep up with her.

And herself, this Prime Minister...

Forget it, will anyone really expect a player to be a good leader? She can empathize with witch players and lead witch players well, but plot NPCs really can't.

"Sigh, forget it, don't think about that kind of perfect clearance; obsessive-compulsive disorder is not good; leader-type talents are very rare, don't think about it."

Dorothy shook her head, gave up that habitual obsessive-compulsive disorder, and finally cast her gaze toward the few NPCs who could attend the meeting, Qiong, and asked.

"How is the construction of the Underworld?"

... Home Witch is inquiring...