Dusk was late, and the egg yolk sky light was smeared back and forth on the walls of the church. The white-gray walls are painted with a strong golden yellow. That's the glow of the gold coins! The priest who had returned from the town had a strong thought in his heart, especially when he touched the money bag that had shrunk strictly. The church had not yet had time to be repaired, and the falling rubble had caused the church to tilt to one side. It wouldn't be surprising that it suddenly collapsed in the middle of the night, and Miró seriously considered whether he should spend the night in that dirty, mosquito-infested hotel in town tonight.

But when he thought that there was an Archimedes in the church, he had to pay double the dormitory. Miró gritted his teeth and went into the crumbling church. As for whether the church will not survive, let God decide.

"Hey, Miro. You're finally back, and for your God's sake, I'm dying of hunger, so why don't you bring me something to eat?" "Some brazen man in the church was waving his bear-like arms, and Miró wanted to make the statue of Jesus fall down so that he could crush the bastard.

However, in the end, the idol must have been destroyed by Archimedes, and Miró had to pay an additional repair fee, so the priest was just thinking about it.

"Food?" Miro snorted: "If you drink that bottle of wine in the afternoon, you can at least exchange it for a hearty dinner." Now, I've got two slices of brown bread here, do you want it? ”

Brown bread is bread that is baked by bakeries during barbecues, they are not delicious, but they are filling and cheap. Milo was so poor now that he did buy some brown bread for tonight's dinner when he returned. Of course, he didn't buy Archimedes' share, and the man had never been meatless anyway. Thinking that the black bread should not be able to enter his eyes, besides, even if Archimedes starves to death, it is none of his business.

"Brown bread?" Archimedes shook his head and said, "Miro, you priest is not very good, you can't even afford meat." ”

"That's not because of you!" Miro said wildly.

"Speaking of which, forget it. Brown bread is brown bread, and I'll eat some. ”

Miro suddenly felt that he still underestimated the scoundrel of the man in front of him.

He sighed, and could only give some of the bread he had bought to the bastard in front of him.

"Hey, I said Miro. You can't eat that much at this point, so give me all of this, right? ”

"Archimedes, I'm going to duel with you!"

"Are you crazy, Miro?"

Miró's meaningless shouting rang out in the church, causing passers-by to speculate about what the priest had been stimulated by today. They had the impression that Miró had always been a scoundrel, and that he would rarely get out of control as he did now. But they don't know that what scoundrels are most afraid of encountering is a bigger scoundrel!

"Bloodthirsty Road...... In fact, it is the cursed fate of our race. ”

After dinner, Archimedes' injuries seemed to improve a lot, and he was in good spirits. Miró was trying to save the idol from the rubble when he suddenly heard Archimedes talking to himself. The priest looked at the man, "Didn't you tell me not to inquire about the road?" ”

"Yes, but if I say it voluntarily, that's a different story."

Miro shook his head, no longer wanting to evaluate the man's two standards of conduct. He muttered, "You love to talk about it." ”

"Wait!" Miró suddenly grabbed a certain word: "You say race? Damn, don't sue me that you're not human? ”

Archimedes spread his hands and smiled, his smile as innocent as a harmless bear: "My dear friend, have I ever told you that I am a human being?" ”

"At best, we just look a little alike."

Miro put down the idol and looked at the man on credit, drunk, scoundrel, and brutal in amazement. He wasn't a nice guy, but Miro never thought that this bastard wasn't human.

Alien is no longer an unfamiliar term for people now, the opening of advanced wars, the emergence of chaotic battlefields, let people already know that there are other intelligent life outside the universe. And in the sky city of Babylon, or on the surface of the earth, there are traces of alien activities. But Miro never imagined that one day he would meet an alien.

But Archimedes should be the worst of the aliens, Miró thought viciously.

"Look at me with the same monster eyes and I'll gouge out your eyes. With the human eye, it seems to taste quite good. Archimedes said gloomily.

Miro screamed, and then saw Archimedes pointing at him and laughing. As a result, because the movement was too large, the wound of the guide was cracked, and his face suddenly turned pale again. Miro knew that he had been tricked by this bastard again, and he hated it for the moment.

"In our family, there are many brothers and sisters in each generation. When the path of burning blood begins, we will have to kill each other. Only the strongest one will survive, and this is a path of self-improvement. The one who survives will be transformed into the most powerful being. Damn, I thought I would run to the edge of the galaxy so that I wouldn't have to get entangled with those bastards, but I was still targeted by one of the bastards. Archimedes shook his head and said with a depressed expression.

Miro couldn't suppress the curiosity in his heart and asked, "What about the one who transforms into the strongest?" Will you become rich? ”

Archimedes slapped his forehead with a big hand: "Miro, can you have anything other than money?" ”

He lowered his hand, and his eyes suddenly became deep: "Become the victor of the path of burning blood, and we will become the supreme being." Even the birth and death of the universe are in our thoughts. Our people, in the civilizations of many planets, are known as the gods of creation and destruction. ”

"God? Are you gods? Miro laughed, tears coming out of her eyes. He patted the statue of Jesus and said, "Are you the Lord Almighty, like God?" It can't be, Archimedes, it's the biggest joke you've ever said. ”

"Do you really think so?" Archimedes' eyes were far away, as if he could see the starry sky of the universe from there: "Maybe your God, like us, is also a life from other civilizations and higher dimensions." It's just that your civilization was too backward at that time, and you were like a bunch of uncivilized monkeys in the face of the means he showed. In this way, if you worship it as a miracle, then life can also be called a god, right? ”

Miró suddenly felt that he couldn't laugh, he shook his head and said, "I always feel like you're playing tricks on me again, but Archimedes." If it's true, why don't you just beat all the competitors, why do you look distressed? ”

"You don't understand, too much power will make you ignore the one around you. Just like people don't pay attention to the country of ants, they don't understand that it is possible that if you accidentally step on a foot, it will be a disaster for the world of ants. Archimedes bared a mouthful of white teeth: "If I become the victor of the Burning Blood Path, then you, and even the intelligent life of other planets, will be a swarm of ants to me." The more powerful ones are just rats. Maybe I'm in a bad mood and I'll kill you casually. Do you think that would be enjoyable? No, no, my friend. I prefer it like now, teasing you once in a while, and having a drink. As long as you go out on a mission, you can fill your stomach. Although it is ordinary, I always feel that there is something to do every day. ”

"It's meaningful to have a day like this."

Miró looked at Archimedes in a daze, and the man's rugged face gradually overlapped with the Allen in front of him. The priest came back to his senses, shook his head, and said, "After all, your father is a lazy and unambitious fellow. That guy is a scoundrel and a jerk, but he has a human touch, and he's more human than we are. To be honest, Archimedes like that is sometimes quite reassuring. ”

Alan still recalled every word the priest said, especially Archimedes' own admission that he was not human, and although Alan was mentally prepared, he was still shocked.

"How long ago was that?"

Miró thought for a moment and said, "It's been a long time, at least, before Archimedes met your mother. ”

Alan said abruptly: "It's hard for the priest to remember things so clearly after such a long time. ”

"You don't understand, that bastard owes me a lot of money. And until he finally disappeared, he owed me more than three thousand! Miró said with a look of resentment, a bit of an unbearable look on his face.

Alan laughed at this, he stood up and patted the priest and said, "He owes you, I will pay you back." I'm not the same as him. ”

"Of course, Master Alan is much more generous than your heartless father, but fortunately you and Archimedes are not at all like you." Miro said with a smile on his face.

"Let's do this first, you work the church's side, and you won't be treated badly. And you see, when you become the Pope, you'll probably be able to sleep on the gold coins. ”

Miró said with a look of longing: "I really hope that day will come soon." ”

Alan shook his head and left the church.

The sun outside the church was still shining, but the young man's face was a little solemn. Every time I get to know that man better, Alan will find that his so-called understanding is only the tip of the iceberg. Archimedes was like hiding in a thick fog, and there were too many secrets in him to count. Just like this time, knowing from the priest's mouth that he is not human, then what is his race?

In other words, what kind of people will be named the god of creation and destruction?

The most critical question is, that man, where is he now! However, this is an unsolvable problem. At least, Alan couldn't get an answer.