Chapter 318

A cold light flashed in Sango's eyes, and he immediately turned direction to hug Shippo and spin around a few times, then sat down on his butt, then lay flat as if collapsing, tears streaming down.

"Alive, finally alive."

Damn it.

His heart almost couldn't take it.

Heard there is a medicine called heart-saving pill in modern times?

No, must buy more for backup. He has a premonition that this kind of thing will be indispensable in the future.

Sango couldn't be bothered with him; at critical moments, this guy is not reliable at all.

Turned to look at the big dog, revealing a smile: "Welcome back, Inuyasha."

Inuyasha didn't speak, waved his hand, and sat down beside Miroku, breathing heavily.

He discovered for the first time that his courage was indeed not great; the modern world was still too stimulating for him.

Moreover……

He is a half-demon, has the recklessness of a demon, but is not a fool.

After this wave, quite a few ordinary Earthlings died, but what was the proportion?

What about the aliens?

How much stronger was their average strength?

What was the result?

More than half remained in the God Tomb forever.

Even if it was result-oriented, one could feel the indifference of those top existences towards non-humans.

Yes.

Not malice.

It is ignoring.

Their pattern is not that low, just ignoring, sitting and watching them die.

Just a little preferential treatment for humans, especially ordinary people.

No one can say anything.

He had noticed it, and those strong people who killed their way out of other-world battlefields and conspiracies would naturally not fail to notice, even deeper.

So the one who jumped out was that demigod Behemoth warrior with a trace of human blood.

The aliens have self-awareness.

If it were them who jumped out, it wouldn't be an apology and compensation, I'm afraid it would be paying with fur, hair, bones, and blood…

Perhaps.

Existences like Heroic Spirits and Holy Spirits are just racial gods of another concept.

Inuyasha, who had always been simple-minded, looked at the preaching Sango and the lying-flat Miroku, that relaxed and comfortable atmosphere.

For the first time, he felt a pathetic chasm between them.

His eyes were red, Inuyasha pounced on Miroku and fought with him.

"Damn it, you guy definitely noticed it, right? Someone is covering you, so you are so relaxed, feeling like you are about to become a Buddha."

Damn it, he also wants to have a big shot covering him.

Sure enough.

Find a way to kick off this half-demon bloodline and become a complete human.

The sky was getting late, it was dusk.

The sunset clouds spreading to the horizon were boundless, and the golden-red sunset fell through the gaps in the clouds, like a ladder to heaven.

Shining on the joys and sorrows of the world, the thousands of states of life.

208. Inventory of gains, Luo is having a blast!

In the deep depths of the lava lake.

In a pure and gorgeous pure land, the god who looked like jade slowly opened his eyes, his mirror-like eyes calm as an ancient well.

Faintly, one could see nebulae rotating and celestial bodies moving.

As if seeing through dimensions, overlooking the joys and sorrows being staged.

For a long time.

Luo Shu withdrew his gaze.

Tomoya Okazaki being able to return safely was naturally his handiwork.

Nothing else.

He is willing.

The game "CLANNAD" produced by Key in 2004 had cheated him of quite a few tears.

When sentimental, he felt sad even when hearing the background music.

Coming to this world, letting Ushio have a good ending could be considered fulfilling the wish for thousands of boys who were as uncomfortable as him back then.

These are all small things done by the way.

"However….."

In his field of vision, strands of pure white aura rose from all over the world, like ten thousand rivers returning to the sea, converging into great rivers and coming.

Descending from the sky, lingering on the divine body under the white-bottomed robe with gold and silver threads.

But without his permission, it kept hitting the wall.

"Faith…"

Luo Shu twisted this power of faith as if holding a real object and examined it.

Just by touching it, countless whispers, praises, and prayers echoed in his ears, men and women, old and young, calling the name of the Holy King.

Apparently, this is the faith that comes from his identity as the Holy King.

But even the power of faith directed at the Holy King only gathered into a great river…..

He looked sideways at the power of faith that was like a vast ocean; the rich faith spiritual power even materialized.

The starlight in that ocean is the materialized faith crystal dust.

That is the accumulation of thousands of years pointing to the Lord of Hosts, the God above Gods, the Only One, the Supreme One, Yahweh.

The quantity is too outrageous.

These originally ownerless powers of faith were originally like rootless duckweed, floating in different depths of the world, everywhere.

It is simply a naked show-off.

How large is the population of an ordinary magic world?

For example, the Forgotten Realms, the setting is about the size of Europe, with a total of 20 to 30 million intelligent creatures, crowding a bunch of god groups.

And Earth?

The population has broken 8 billion, and the proportion of high-quality believers with high education is even more outrageous.

Not to mention the past, what is the concept of the power of faith accumulated in this century?

Placed in the world of the demigod warrior, it is comparable to the great divine power of the Old Ones, and they would go crazy if they knew.

And he put on a vest, and cheated one-tenth of it in one wave.

It won't take long, and the rest will all fall into his pocket.

As long as he is willing, using these faiths, he can break through a dozen steps within three years, directly reach the peak of godhood, and look forward to the realm of seventh-Third Third Tier Outer Gods.

Creating things from the void, opening up the God Kingdom, subspecies omniscient and omnipotent, omnipresent, sitting high in heaven, overlooking all realms.

And the cost is just being bound to the authority from now on, becoming a Reverse Reverse Side of the world.

Only after truly stepping into the mythical realm did Luo Shu understand what the concept of a god is.

The so-called faith is poisonous, it is just a mortal's fantasy.

It is just the distracting thoughts of mortals, which cannot shake the existence of divinity at all.

Even the faith of mortals, that little bit of mental power is not important at all.

What is important is what it represents.

In occultism, like life, the universe is also divided into spirit, matter, and energy triangles.

And the sum of intelligent life represents the spirit of the universe, or spirituality.

And gods in the general sense are concepts, laws, and the personification of authority.

It is connected to the source of the universe, and the scale of power is infinite in a sense.