The world on the desk.

"The poor Yun Umbrella Sealed Artifact Envoy will never come back."

"We will remember his courage and merit, and his name will be recorded in the civilization machine and occupy those few bytes forever."

The Messenger of the Sealed Book and the Messenger of the Black Pen opened a memorial service for the Messenger of the Cloud Umbrella to commemorate his brave sacrifice and unremitting dedication.

And when the perspective is raised from the desk to the entire study, the dimension of the world suddenly changes.

The people in the study world sat on the chairs and said to the world members on the table.

"It's not necessarily dead, it could be trapped somewhere."

The Messenger of the Sealed Book did not deny this possibility, but still said.

"Being trapped and completely losing his freedom, he will self-destruct. There is a high probability that he will die. Otherwise, he will either encounter force majeure or rebel. In either case, it is not an exaggeration to put him on the death list. .”

Although no information was sent back, it was a message in itself, which meant that the other end of the ladder to the sky was dangerous.

Helfas has always been a person who doesn't like taking risks. At least when he has a choice, he will not take risks. On the one hand, he is more cautious in letting the messenger of the Sealed Book make new plans. On the other hand, he also confirms that I will not take the initiative to go to the other end of the Sky Ladder for the time being.

Helfas: "Don't put him on the death list for the time being. Wait until it is thoroughly confirmed. This will be the case in the future."

The envoy of the Book of Sealing nodded: "Okay, everything will follow your will. Although this matter and the other world are of high importance, our focus now should be on the plan to become a god."

Helfas: "Do you have any good suggestions?"

Becoming a myth is not an easy thing. Helfas said that he only needs to give him a few hundred more years to become a myth, but this does not mean that he has accumulated enough of most of the gods in the past nearly a thousand years. Blood.

The accumulation of strength is actually like a snowball. Most of the early plans are preparatory work, and the strength accumulated later will increase exponentially.

But he did not lie. According to his plan, it would not take more than a thousand years at the latest, but now he hopes to do it faster.

Messenger of the Sealed Book: "Your achievement of mythology mainly relies on the accumulation of divine blood in crystal skulls. The more crystal skulls, the more powerful you will be, the faster you will become a god."

"If you want to further accelerate your plan to become a god, there are only two ways."

"Increase revenue and reduce expenditure."

Herfas: "How to increase revenue and reduce expenditure?"

The envoy of the Sealed Book opened his body, and a projected letter flew out from his body and was listed in front of Helfas. At the same time, he gave a brief explanation of the plan he listed.

"Throttling means that there are currently some crystal heads and messengers that have no potential, and you can consider processing or splitting them; if some heads have accidents, die in battle, or are destroyed in the wild, a reasonable plan and procedure should be put in place to deal with them. Recycling requires you, the master, to imprint the law into the civilization machine."

"Open source means recycling crystal skulls and their corpses are precipitated and dispersed, and more crystal skulls are born and manufactured. The upgrade and improvement of the Temple of Impressions should be further accelerated. A large amount of resources will be allocated. The upgraded temple can be reasonably To plan and accelerate this process; and to give potential crystal skulls more resources so that they can become stronger and even enter the apostle level."

Even if they are both Crystal Skull Messengers, there are differences. Some are created with stronger talents, while others are more intelligent.

Some can move forward, while others can only stagnate.

Helfas lowered his head slightly, stretched out his hand and pinched the projected letter. The illusory letter seemed to be really held in his fingertips.

After looking at it for a while, he said: "You are really merciless in dealing with the destruction and death of your kind, just like you treat batches of consumable materials!"

Messenger of the Sealed Book: "We are just a talking stone."

Helfas let go of his hand and retracted all the documents into the sealed book: "Follow the others, let's forget about dealing with the crystal head with no potential."

Then he asked again.

"By the way, what's going to happen to the professionals of the Law of Rain?"

The envoy of the Book of Sealing replied: "The training has been carried out step by step two hundred and thirty-two years ago, but you know that it is not easy to complete the construction of a professional system."

"However, a lot of results have been achieved recently. The growth rate of professionals is steadily accelerating. Currently, professionals in Sky Path are cooperating with each other to comprehensively transform the Kingdom of Clouds."

Helfas nodded, stood up and walked out of the study.

The envoy of the Sealed Book and the envoy of the black fountain pen respectfully saw him off, still staying in the study.

But finally, the messenger of the Sealed Book asked again.

"Didn't you personally take away our desires when you created us? We won't suffer or have any fear. Why are you so merciful when it comes to destroying us?"

"Exerting mercy and kindness to a group of rocks means nothing and gets no response."

Helfas stood at the door, holding the door frame with one hand and turning his head.

"Is it really a stone? It's still a little different!"

"otherwise."

"Why did you ask me this question?"

The door closed with a soft sound.

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There is a strange machine in the temple.

It looks like a central metal pillar in a temple. Below it is a square metal box. The top is made up of many smaller metal pillars tied together. The axis is filled with these small metal pillars of shadow crystals. They are connected with each other by gears and rotate continuously.

When you drop a letter into a box or pray by chanting the name of God in a temple, the machine will sing your prayers.

That sound will be conveyed to the kingdom of the gods along with the constantly rotating machine.

Of course, the gods may not answer or hear all your prayers, but the civilization machine will definitely record them.

It will formulate plans for civilization based on the prayers of sentient beings.

People call it a prayer machine.

Devout prayers came to the temple and sent prayers one after another into the machine. As the machine rotated, countless voices mixed together and sang.

It doesn't seem noisy at all, but there is a kind of sacred silence, which makes people feel at peace.

And at this moment.

A farmer from afar knelt on the ground, crawled to the prayer machine, and stuffed a prayer into the machine.

“Please let it rain on time during this year’s rainy season!”

The voice was mixed with countless prayers, rising along the pillars, passing through the white clouds, passing through the sky, and reaching the kingdom of gods.

In the endless darkness, the civilization machine playing alone received prayers.

The Civilization Machine and the Sealed Book Messenger determined that the prayer was effective, so an order was issued from the Civilization Machine, through the sky, through the clouds, relayed to a certain black pen messenger, and finally arrived in the hands of a certain existence.

The rainy season has arrived.

People in the village waited beside the farmland in anticipation. They waited from day to night, and from night to day.

The dry earth is waiting for rain, and the cracked ground is like them opening their mouths to the sky, waiting anxiously.

Finally one night, rain clouds came from afar and turned into rain and fell on the land, watering the land and farmland.

People in the village rushed out, shouting loudly in the rain.

"The rain is coming."

"I said that God will definitely hear us and God will definitely answer our prayers."

"The rains of the rainy season have arrived at this time, so there will be no problem with the harvest this year."

But what they didn't see was that a transparent shadow was walking in the rain. He was part of the rain.

And wherever he went, the rain followed.

The rain kept falling, but it would stop eventually. He stood on the hillside and looked at the vibrant land, and his figure gradually became solid as the rain stopped.

It was an old man wearing a raincoat, looking intently at the village at the foot of the mountain.

He seemed a little happy, but it didn't show on his face. He looked as calm as water.

After a while, he seemed to be talking to himself.

"Next place."

The smiling face that looked like a badge on the chest of the raincoat spoke and told the next address.

"Muzhou Town, it rained for one and a half days, the amount of rain..."

He climbed to the highest point of the mountain, and with the morning wind and rain and dew, they melted into it and floated into the distance.

He is the rain, running with the rainy season, waiting for the moment it lands on the earth.

However.

When he arrived above Muzhou Town with the migration of rain, it had already rained here.

A rainy season prayer master who is younger, faster and more powerful than him has already been here. The other party does not need complicated procedures and means. He just turns into a rain bird and soars from here, completing a rain.

In the end, he could only guide the rain to fall on a lake not far from Muzhou Town.

It was raining lightly, and he stood by the lake wearing a raincoat, chatting with the messenger.

He asked: "Do you know the origin of the name Muzhou Town?"

Smiley face on the raincoat: "Because hundreds of years ago, a man dragging a canoe met God here, and the legend has been left since then."

He said: "There was no lake here at that time. What was the use of the canoe?"

Messenger: "So now we have it."

He looked at the canoe tied to the lake. This was a very important water source in the nearby area. The land that had been dry for countless years was accompanied by the appearance of water, and those fish appeared strangely in the water for some reason.

The wooden boat that was once not needed is now gradually needed.

However, he and his family, who were once surrounded by stars, have gradually become supporting actors of the times with the rise of new professionals and are irrelevant.

The family represented by his surname has been studying how to make rainfall eight hundred years ago, and is an old family of divine shepherds.

Three hundred years ago, a member of their family finally discovered the secret of rainfall. The sealed object that created rainfall began to become a rainy season prayer master in the old era, and reached its peak and glory at that time.

Three hundred years of ups and downs, the huge family in the past scattered and disintegrated, some branches merged into the new era, and some were eliminated by the times. The glory of the past also disappeared like clouds and smoke, and he was the only one left in his family. .

He became a monsoon prayer teacher from a very young age. This profession requires him to run around with the monsoon, subtly guiding the monsoon and rain.

Therefore, he also traveled to most cities on this land and traveled around all his life. He was once proud of his profession of bringing rainwater to people in need.

But when the number of real rainy season prayer masters increased, people like them who relied on sealed artifacts to rain became not only a dispensable existence, but at least they were no longer sought after.

The new Monsoon Prayer is able to transform into a blue bird, also known as the Rain Bird, just like the Weather Soothsayer's Sunny Bird.

They are the traveling rainy, ever-flying birds.

He is also a bird that travels in the rain.

Just from the old days.

He waited quietly for the rain to stop, for the sky to clear up, and for the Ladder Tower in the distance to become clear.

The iron tower stretches toward the clouds. Whenever you look at it, you feel a sense of admiration and fear in your heart for the power of the gods that penetrate the sky and the earth.

But at this moment, he looked at the iron tower and thought of the city the tower led to.

Suddenly, he had a strange idea: "Do you think it will rain in that divine city?"

The messenger told him: "It won't rain."

"It's such a shame," he said.

Messenger: "What's the regret?"

He: "If it needs rain there, I can go up there."

Messenger: "I thought you would say it's a pity that people there can't see the rain."

He: "Do people in heaven also have regrets?"

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Weather forecast port.

The old man is also a part of this place. He even studied here when he was a teenager. His current work and tasks are also arranged and allocated here.

Every year, they come here at least once.

A middle-aged birdman sat on a chair with some arrogance, judging the weather prayer masters who came to him one after another. After seeing the previous one leaving, the old man finally got up from his seat and came to the other person.

The other party touched his somewhat hooked nose and glanced at the old man.

"Sometimes I only go to one or two places in a month. The rainfall is really well controlled. I am worthy of being a member of the older generation."

"But it's too slow!"

"It's complicated and time-consuming. You have to find a suitable place to launch each time, which requires a lot of resources. And you are getting older, so why not pass the sealed artifacts on to the next generation of young people!"

But when he said this, the other party's words changed.

"Or you can pass it on to me. After the rain professionals come out, this kind of sealed object will be very popular. It can greatly enhance the power of the rainy season prayer master."

Sealed objects cannot be sold, but they can be "inherited."

Human beings are very smart, even too smart. No matter what rules you set, they will always find a lot of loopholes and loopholes to exploit.

The old man did not agree. He had no children. Even if he received a large sum of so-called inheritance fees, what use would this money have?

Although the middle-aged birdman has a high position, he does not dare to openly use any means or to rob. Sealed Artifact Users are not easy to fool. No one dares to ignore the rules in this kind of thing.

The old man walked outside, and the young people beside him were a little aggrieved by what happened to the old man.

"Don't you think they went too far?"

"Aren't the Rainy Season Prayer Masters who use sealed objects not the Rainy Season Prayer Masters? You have devoted your whole life to the Weather Forecasting Port."

The old man is no longer young. He was once filled with righteous indignation and worldly cunning.

But when I grow old and fly over thousands of mountains.

All he said was: "Thank you."

But when he walked to the door, he said to himself again.

"Some things will always fade, just like people will always grow old, just like the rain will always fall."

Next, he still works as a slow rainy season prayer. He often needs to find a suitable place, hurriedly travel and climb mountains, in order to catch up with the migrating rainy season and climate change.

While chasing the rain on the ground, he would draw various climate change diagrams and accurately calculate his rainfall amount and time.

He even calculated what kind of changes the rainy season and climate would bring to the local area. He seemed particularly rigorous, but it didn't seem to have much effect.

These things have already been calculated in the weather forecast port, and his old method is no longer needed today.

Today's rainy season prayer masters only need to quickly follow the orders to arrive at every point for rain.

On this day, he blended in with the rainy season and climate migration and came to a small settlement.

The messenger told him: "The rain has been cancelled."

He asked: "Why?"

The messenger said: "There used to be a small village living here. They prayed for rain, but now they have moved away with their farmland and merged with another town."

They were just about to leave when suddenly thunder exploded in the rain clouds and the sky darkened.

Along with the sound of crashing, the rain suddenly fell here.

They were also swept down from the sky by the rain and fell on the ground. The old rainy season prayer master stood under the deserted eaves and looked at the rain clouds in the sky.

Messenger: "It has nothing to do with us, the rain is uncontrollable."

He said: "The rain wants to fall here."

Although they guide the rainy season and climate change, they only guide, not control.

Sometimes the weather changes drastically, or the rain becomes uncontrollable and wants to fall from the sky, and they are often unable to stop it.

Just like this moment.

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Rainy night.

He tried to climb to high places several times, trying to merge with the rain clouds in the sky, but he was washed down again and again.

He gradually felt powerless. His body was indeed not as good as before. Even as his body weakened, his wisdom, will and many other things also declined.

He sat helplessly in the rain, wearing a raincoat.

He said: "It looks like he is really old."

After a while, he asked the messenger again.

"Is there any place you want to go, or a young person you like?"

Messenger: "No."

Him: "Oh!"

The old rainy season prayer master responded simply, but seemed to sigh a little.

After a while, the messenger suddenly said.

"I'm going to die too."

Although eight hundred years have passed, the sealed object that Raincoat Messenger is attached to is still only a first-level sealed object.

In the first five hundred years, I couldn't find a way to break through. I found a way to break through in the next three times, but every time I tried to break through, I failed. Apart from splitting a new weird thing and turning it into a sealed object, I achieved nothing.

This is actually the fate of most monsters and sealed objects. Not every sealed object and monster can climb all the way to the clouds. There are also many who have lived for a long time and are still low-level monsters for various reasons.

This may not be entirely a bad thing, after all, this is how the Cocoon Tree Forest, Silk Weaver House, and farmland came to be.

He seemed surprised and asked slowly: "Messengers of gods can also die?"

Messenger: "Messengers of gods are not gods, so of course they will die, although our life span is very long compared to yours."

The scene became somewhat silent, and only the sound of rain could be heard, as well as the sound of slapping on the raincoat.

The messenger suddenly said: "Some things will always go out of time."

The old rainy season prayer master glanced down, then raised his head again.

"Just like people will always grow old, just like the rain will always fall."

The scene finally became less depressing, and it seemed that death was not so scary after thinking about it carefully.

As they say, the rain will always fall.

He asked: "How long?"

Messenger: "Absolutely the same as you."

Him: "What will happen if the messenger dies?"

Messenger: "Before we die, we will go to the Temple of Pictures in Helfas City, which is the tomb and birthplace of the Messenger. We will end our life's mission in the temple and enter rest."

He looked and said, "Is that the Kingdom of Heaven?"

Messenger: "Our Kingdom of Heaven."

The old rainy season prayer master's eyes suddenly became far-reaching and long, and he seemed to have remembered many things.

He remembered the family legend and what the ancestor who became the first divine shepherd said to the messenger at that time.

"I want to catch the rain from the sky."

So they went to the wilderness together to find the strange thing related to rain.

Next, he thought of the various historical figures of the family, the glory and splendor of the family, and the turbulent years of the past.

In the end, all the glorious and glorious scenes were replaced by the endless rain scene in front of us.

The water on the ground rises to the sky and the clouds turn into rain and then fall. This time may be very short.

Intelligent life born like a miracle will eventually grow old and die, UU Reading www. uukanshu.net This will take tens to hundreds of years.

The Fengyun family that has stepped onto the stage with the times will all come to an end. This will take eight hundred years.

He suddenly said: "I'll go with you."

Messenger: "Helfas City?"

Old Rainy Season Prayer: "That's right, the city in the sky, the divine realm in the sky."

Messenger: "No one needs to make rain there."

He: "Try it, people always need rain, just like it can't always be sunny in the Kingdom of Clouds."

He wiped the wet water from his face and looked at the sudden and continuous rain.

It finally chose to fall here, so what about this rain?

He wanted to land there.

He is the rain. ()