Chapter 338 Ants

"Ha...ha...ha..." Charles, who looked like he had taken a bath, was trembling and bent over, breathing heavily.

He remembered, the deleted memory was remembered by him, he had seen this god.

The huge yellow eyeball under the water is Yidike. The change in my body that day was not an illusion, and I became His chosen one that day!

Looking at Charles who was very embarrassed beside him, the Pope didn't panic at all, and ate his eggs slowly.

At the end of the meal, he even crushed the broken eggshells floating in the air into powder and stuffed them into his mouth, so nothing was wasted.

"He...why did he choose me as his chosen one?" Charles turned to look at the Pope.

The Pope chewed and swallowed the contents of his mouth completely, "Do you think it's appropriate for you to ask me about this? You are His disciple, you ask me?"

Charles touched the sweat on his face with his hand and shook it vigorously, "How do I know, who knows what this thing is thinking! I'm not his believer at all!"

Seeing Charles like this, the pope's face with age spots was very smug

Seeing him like that, Charles showed a trace of coldness on his face. "What are you proud of?"

"Hehe, of course I am proud. Sure enough, the great God of Light is not comparable to any messy god. It is really great that I can be the chosen one of the God of Light. Hehehe, I am very proud~"

Seeing that Charles' expression was getting uglier, the Pope leaned slightly to one side.

"Do you think your god cares whether you believe in him or not? In the entire dull sea, there is no one who believes in Yidick except you. Do you know why?"

"What's the meaning?"

"It seems that you still don't know much about your god. Anyone who worships Edik will lead to destruction. He never needs the humble belief of human beings."

"You can become his chosen one, it only means that he has watched you for some reason, maybe it is such a simple gaze that gave you a special power, which you have not mastered yet, said Maybe the day you fully master it, you will have more power than me."

Charles raised his hand and looked at his palm silently. He seemed to see the tentacles with triangular eyeballs wriggling slowly under the skin mixed with mucus.

"Of course, this matter cannot be explained simply by good or bad things. Although God's Chosen is extremely rare, God's Chosen is also very different. For example, my great God of Light, He is selfless, He is kind, and He bestows on me A long life is a powerful force, and as for you..."

Speaking of this, the Pope looked at Charles carefully, then stretched out his wrinkled right hand and patted Charles on the shoulder.

"What's wrong with me?"

"I'll tell you one thing. It doesn't mean that all the gods are as friendly and amiable as the God of Light. Being the chosen one of some evil gods is more like bearing some kind of curse. For example, strictly speaking, Swan can be regarded as happy." The Chosen One of the Banquet, we are all the Chosen Ones, do you think we are the same?"

Charles flashed past Swann's creepy change, the expression on his face even uglier.

"Is there a way to solve this God's Chosen state? For example, use a sacrifice similar to the Fortanism to remove the God's Chosen state."

Charles would not want to become a monster himself. If he could become an ordinary person again, he would rather not have this dangerous power.

"The sacrifice of the Fortan religion? Stupidity! Do you know what the sacrifice ceremony of the gods is used for? Do you really think that those gods care about those human souls?"

Subconsciously, Charles stroked the tattoo on his neck with his hands. Immediately afterwards, he said to the Pope: "No, the sacrifice ceremony of the Fortan religion is obviously very useful."

Although the ritual performed by the bandage required sacrifices every time, it achieved the desired effect every time.

There was a hint of disdain on the Pope's face, "It means that God Fortan pays attention to them? Come, come, let me show you something."

The pope grabbed Charles' right hand and floated directly in mid-air.

The scenery in front of him flashed quickly, and when Charles came back to his senses, he found that he was taken to the banana plantation on Hope Island.

Some banana farmers with huge hats on their heads are carefully cutting banana bunches, for fear that the deadly sun will shine on themselves.

The Pope looked around and pulled Charles to an ant nest. The worker ants were working diligently and lined up to carry various things.

"Look, if the ants are us this time, we are gods now, do you think when we look at these ants, they will be aware of our existence?"

"Another example is this." The Pope squatted down and stood with his right hand on the path that the ants must pass through. The ants that were carrying the living things suddenly became a mess.

"Look, if these ants can think like people, what will these ants think my finger is?"

"For another example, my fingers are born with a certain power." The pope's finger was slightly cracked, and soft golden light shot out from it, coating the surrounding ants' black and bright hard shell with a layer of gold.

"If an ant accidentally discovers that this power can be used, will they form a sect with my finger as a god? And sacrifice various things to this god?"

"As for the Chosen One, it's like when I saw an ant, I suddenly felt that this ant was special, so I gave it a little power."

The pope tapped lightly, and an ant instantly shone golden, as if it was made of gold.

The Pope said this and lay down on the ground. "Actually, for me, I might just squint here for a while. I don't care what those ants do. Maybe I'll forget about that golden ant after I sleep."

Charles looked at the black ants. "You mean, those ants who worship their fingers are followers of the Fortan religion?"

"No." The Pope shook his head and retracted his fingers. "I want to say that human beings are the same as these ants. They can't understand what they can't understand. They think that human life is the most precious to human beings, so they sacrifice human life as a sacrifice to God Ftan, I think the god will be very satisfied after accepting the most precious gift."

"Those deformed children always use the knowledge they understand to understand their gods. A bunch of ignorant and disgusting deformed monsters. We have desires, which means that gods have desires? We have hatred and love, and gods also have love? Use all kinds of ignorant human knowledge to make up stupid myths."

"In the final analysis, they are just wishful thinking. If God Fortan is really like me, maybe when He wakes up, he wonders what the circle of ants around him is."