How long does it take to go from heaven to hell?

For Claremont, it was just a moment.

When he knelt on the ground and confessed in front of so many people, and relieved the confusion spells that had been imposed on those women, the beautiful vision he had made to the villagers and the worship and beliefs of the villagers for him were gone.

Can you be forgiven if you admit your mistake?

This world is far less tender and childish.

When those women woke up and thought of the generous life they should have and the future of staying with their true beloved for the rest of their lives was shattered, they realized for the first time that their husbands were not as handsome and majestic as they imagined. They recalled for the first time that they actually had parents, and they were still waiting for them at home, perhaps crying all day long...

There are many people who collapsed on the spot and cried and left.

When those men discovered that their wives did not love them at all, they were not the confused people they said as the Great Sage and were about to leave immediately, they began to panic, but eventually found that they could not stop them at all, and were likely accused of being a cheater, these simple villagers finally left their anger.

When the children stood among the adults who were quarreling and crying, they were confused. Then they saw the parents who smashed the stones and even directly punched the old man. The image of this once great old man in the minds of these children collapsed.

"Will you do this?"

Anthony looked at the miserable scene. Who would have thought that these people might have gathered together for the winter festival ten minutes ago?

"This is the reality. It may be painful and cruel, but it is also real. Of course, I can pretend that I have not seen anything and let these people continue to immerse themselves in this beautiful dream. But this is unfair to the relatives and friends of those women, and to themselves, as I said before, Claremont is not qualified to make choices for them!"

This is the principle, Donald will never make concessions, he will not allow Claremont to deceive these people, nor will he allow him to continue to expand his power in this way, causing more family pain.

But Donald did not sit idly by and watch these people beat Claremont to death. For these villagers, he may have no value, but for Donald, there are many secrets he wants to explore in this former great sage.

A layer of energy shield was summoned outside Claremont, and the villagers naturally understood what Donald meant. They did not dare to offend this foreigner who could summon a terrifying monster, so they could only turn their anger and discover it elsewhere.

For example, the church of the God of Harvest and Hunting.

There was a sound of smashing and smashing in the village all night, and Claremont just knelt on the snow without saying a word.

It was only after dawn that Donald took Claremont back to the church carrying his glory and the desire to become a god.

The whole church that was cleaned at noon yesterday has now become a ruin, with the windows broken and everything inside has been destroyed. Even the stone bricks on the ground have appeared in a large number of cracks, and there are several traces of hammers hitting them.

Claremont sat on the half-left bench in the front of the church hall, lowering his head, and Donald sat next to him.

The delicate robe on his body has been stained with dust and grass leaves. The old man who was originally energetic now looks haggard, as if he may leave this world at any time.

"Hate?"

Donald looked at the stone sculpture with only the lower body in front of him, and asked after a long time of silence.

"What do you hate?"

Claremont's tone was a little vague, as if there was a mouthful of phlegm in his throat, and he could not spit it out or swallow it.

"You have always been thinking about them, aren't you? Over the past few years, you have led this village to prosperity. Although you deceived them, your achievements are actually indelible, and they are treating you so much now..."

"Actually, I hate you even more. I hate you who came here and ruined my wish... It should be said that it was a dream, and it also ruined their dreams. In fact, I also know that I can't become a god. My ability is too weak. After operating for so long, I ended up barely realizing some changes around this village."

It is impossible for Claremont to have his entire effort destroyed by someone.

But now he has lost the faith of those outsiders, and now he is just an ordinary old man and has no strength anymore.

"What am I doing wrong? I just want these poor people to have a good life. I give them everything I can. I just want to be the God in their hearts. Even if it is just these people, I am still very satisfied. You say I am lying to them, but those... those true Gods! Which of the promises they made to believers has come true! Are they doing what I do? Why should I be treated like this!"

Claremont's fist hit the wooden stubble next to it, and blood slowly flowed down the edge of the broken flesh and blood along the edge of the thorn.

Did he say it wrong?

Did the God of Justice realize the vision of justice forever?

Has Mother Earth realized the vision of eliminating hunger?

There are also the God of Storm, the God of Morning Light, and the Goddess of Silver Moon... Have the bright future they portray to believers realized?

Some people will say they are still working hard.

But more people know that as long as humans are still in this world, how can they realize those futures that are full of false and empty when they hear them.

Maybe it's really only in a dream?

"So your approach was wrong from the beginning. Think about those orthodox sects, which god have you seen stay with believers all day?"

Distance produces beauty, this sentence is good at all. When it is close, entanglement will arise. Once there are intertwined interests between each other, the darkness of people's hearts will be far beyond imagination. Donald glanced at the thoughtful old man and continued,

"Claremont, you are too close to them. You care about them like an old father and become their entire support. This practice will make you become a great sage, but you will never have the possibility of becoming a god, because their respect for you is the respect for the younger generation to the elders or the worship of idols..."

"To give the simplest example, I wonder if you have ever seen fishermen on the beach. Most of them believe in the Lord of Storm or the God of Water Elements. The two represent the sea. Before the large fleet goes to sea, they have to make the most pious sacrifice, either with cattle and sheep, with grand dances, or with bloody battles. After going to sea, sometimes they have a lot of rewards. Some people think that this is their sacrifice and has been affirmed by the gods. After returning, they must be full of joy and express their piety to the gods. What is this called? This is called the grace of the gods like the sea. Sometimes when they encounter storms and tsunamis they encounter on the sea, they have lost all their money. Do you think they will blame these two gods? They only think that they did something wrong to make the gods angry, and then they sacrificed their devotion to the gods with ten times a hundred times apart. What is this called? This is called the power of the gods like a prison!"

In fact, the sea is there. The gods in the starry sky cannot give or intimidate them, but if it is unnecessary, how could they be interested in paying attention to these ants?

“So that’s what it is…”

"So that's the case?"

"So that's how it is!"

In the same sentences, Claremont's expression changed from depression to doubt, from doubt to firmness, and eventually turned into a sad face.

After a long time, I just said one sentence: "But I don't have time anymore..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Claremont's figure became more and more hunched, and the wrinkles on his face became more and more profound.

"Tell me everything you know, how do you control those energy? Don't tell me any talent... You don't have talent at all, and you're never a strange disciple, right?"

Looking back at the bright sky outside, Donald no longer continued to go around with Claremont, and directly told the real reason why he was willing to sit with the old man until now.

"You want to know... why should I tell you that I am the victim of that thing and have harmed so many villagers. I will give you this person who is far superior to me in terms of strength and wisdom?"

Claremont turned to look at Donald, with a hint of stubbornness and persistence in his eyes.

"I'll go and slaughter the villagers outside and ask you if you want to bet on something I can't do it?"

Donald left no room for Claremont, and then said,

"You should understand that it does not belong to you. You die with it, and there is no point in it, and I will not let you do it unless you destroy it now, if you can do it... Don't tell me what you hide it somewhere else, so important things, you shouldn't let it be too far away from you, right?"

In fact, Donald was aware of it in the mountains and forests. Claremont did not show any external skills in controlling energy, as if those energy was born to obey his commands, which was absolutely abnormal.

"What do you want it to do, and you want to become a god, too?"

"Becoming a God...If you think it's so easy to become a God, then think so."

If one can become a god by relying on a certain item or a certain ritual, how could there be only a few gods in the starry sky?

After all, Claremont was just a homeless man, and his understanding of gods was actually extremely shallow.

Perhaps now he has regarded himself as a god at some point, but in fact he is just a mortal with some magical powers.

Otherwise, how could it be that even an awakened alien disciple could not match...

Donald's conversation with Claremont continued until noon that day.

The clear weather disappeared again, but it was not snow, but a winter rain.

When Donald left the church, he had an old book in his hand, and there was still a little surprise on his face.

Behind him, Claremont was still sitting on the bench.

Silent.
Chapter completed!