The space in the dream world is completely different from that in reality. It does not exist in the true sense of up and down, left and right, and the way of movement is not very translation that people are accustomed to.

If you don't have coordinates, it's hard to find where you want to be in the dream world.

Even if you follow another existence that travels through the dream world, or follows the sacred boat, it may be in front of you in the first moment, and it has disappeared in the next moment.

In addition to some powerful gods, perhaps only the races in the dreamland can not lose themselves in such a space.

Just now, there was still a blank space in front of Florty's eyes, and in the blink of an eye, a huge ship appeared.

With a flower branch in her hand, Flotti looked up and called out the name of the ship.

"It's the holy ship."

"Woooo~" A heavy humming sounded from the cruise of the huge sacred boat. .

After Flotti called out the name of the ship, a light fell on her.

In a flash, Florty boarded the ship.

Flotti has the right to enter and leave the creator's kingdom, so this sacred boat did not refuse her boarding, but the monsters who followed Flotti in and entered were not treated so well, in the blink of an eye. This serial number 2 was crushed to ashes in front of its existence.

Huge sails are raised on the sacred boat, there are various ethnic statues on the boat, and the sky above the boat is full of dreams of life.

Those intertwined dreams of color and black surround the sails, turning into a dazzling river of dreams.

Florty has been on the Fantasy Star Sea many times, and she has seen all kinds of dreams in life, but this is the first time she has seen this kind of dream of life that has never been judged.

"Half color, half black."

"The dream of life turned out to be like this before it was judged."

She flew up and circled around the sails.

She put her eyes in front of one of the dreams of her life and peered inside.

The life of a mortal passed by in front of her, and scenes flashed like revolving lanterns.

Florty was so fascinated that she almost crossed the boat.

When she came to her senses, she immediately fell from a height and ran to the bow of the boat.

"The sacred boat is here."

"I'm going to disembark."

It can be seen that there is a steel head ramming in front of the bow of the Sacred Ship. The head turned back and glanced at Flotti, and really slowed down the speed of the ship.

Florty didn't want to take a boat back, she just took a "downwind boat".

She still has not gone to the kingdom of the last demigod.

"thank you."

"Bye now."

Watching the Sacred Ship go away, Flotti waved to it and thanked it.

Flotti flew forward with the flower branch. This time, she didn't need to open the passage to go to the world, because the other party's location was in the dream world.

In the darkness, she flew farther and farther, and a bright spot began to appear in front of her.

Here, she felt the power of myth.

The light spot in the distance continued to enlarge, and finally turned into a quaint gate.

Various mysterious patterns and symbols are carved on the door.

Florty fell under the door, and her figure was insignificant compared to this huge door, and it was not even as big as the pattern at the foot of this mythical door.

Seeing the closed door, Florty suddenly remembered the mortal etiquette.

"Should I knock on the door?"

However, before the fairy in the forest had finished hesitating, the door of this myth slowly opened.

The light projected from the back of the door was extremely dazzling, illuminating the already white skin of Flotti so transparently that she couldn't open her eyes.

But the black hair fluttered in the light, extremely conspicuous.

Wait until the fairy in the forest opens her eyes.

Behind the gate of truth, there were a large number of three-leafed people dressed in the burqas of the Hiinsai sacrificial robes. They stood on both sides of a light path and looked at Flotti who was standing below.

The ghosts of the Porick family lined up in a row, and their voices were uniform. Although they came from different people's mouths, they seemed to be speaking from the same person.

"Welcome."

"The messenger from the kingdom of creation."

Looking at these ghosts, Florty said in her heart.

"A lot of clover."

The fairy in the forest has never seen the clover, she has only seen those ancient ruins in the ruins of the god-given city in the sea of ​​sunflowers, and the statue of the King of Wisdom at the foot of the pyramid.

Florty walked along the path of light and entered this sea of ​​information.

As she went higher and higher, the rows of ghosts saluted her one by one, and then disappeared into the white light.

At last.

The light, the figure, and the sea of ​​information changed in the blink of an eye, turning into an ancient temple.

Flotti stood before the temple of the **** Asai.

It's just that she failed to see Asai, the **** of truth and knowledge, and only saw Polik, the first-generation patriarch of the ghost family.

Flotti asked the ghost Polik: "I am a family of fairies in the forest from the Kingdom of the Creator, and my name is Flotti."

"The dream master Sheila created us, and appointed the fairies in the forest as the messengers of the gods. This time I came here to tell the gods who live here."

"Which **** is your god?"

The ghost Polik replied: "I am a follower of the **** of truth and knowledge, and my name is Polik."

Flotti looked at the densely packed books in the temple and asked Pollick.

"Then you must have enjoyed studying?

Ancient goblins also collected a lot of books, their goblin library almost collected all the books and knowledge available in this world, but goblins just collect, don't like to read.

Ghost Polik: "I used to be a priest of the Temple of Truth. Pursuing truth and knowledge is instinct and faith for us."

"And the **** Asai."

"He is the third-generation student of the Sanctuary of Truth, and his teacher is Haru, and Haru's teacher is Sandan, the first-generation sage of truth in the Sanctuary of Truth."

"Our whole life is inseparable from the pursuit of knowledge, and it is precisely because of the pursuit of knowledge that our life begins."

The fairy in the forest exclaimed: "The Temple of Truth? I've heard of it."

"It is the will of the second generation Saint Stan Tito."

"Then you have existed for a long time. You have followed your gods for nearly 250 million years."

Ghost Polik suddenly raised his head: "Is it 250 million years since the era of Xiyence?"

This is the first time they have learned the exact distance between the last epoch and the present.

Florty: "What about your gods?"

Ghost Polik: "The gods haven't woken up yet."

Flotti: "Why does he sleep?"

"Are you injured?"

"Beautiful forest nymph!" Pollick asked Flotty!

"Do you think the world is beautiful, or is it despairing?"

"Of course it's beautiful," said Florty as a matter of course.

Ghost Polik: "But some people feel hopeless."

Flotti understood the meaning of the ghost Polik: "Is he not willing to wake up?"

Ghost Polik nodded, but said with certainty.

"But he will surely wake up, because he will eventually know that he cannot escape the past and must embrace the future."

The ghost Polik is a follower of Asai. When Asai was imprisoned in the prison of Anho City, they were inmates together.

They were once abandoned by the world, longing to get rid of the past and everything.

In the end, Asai is in order to end everything caused by the villain in the bottle, in order to free the countless ghosts trapped under the power of the evil god.

He put on a black robe, picked up the sickle and the book of bronze, and transformed himself into the monarch of death.

He freed countless ghosts including Princess Yeya, and he also entered the back of the door and began to seal and reincarnate.

And Porik established the Porik family in the age of abandonment by the gods, and he himself turned into a ghost who has guarded Asai from the last era until now.

After listening to Pollick's story, Flotti felt a little sad.

"Aren't you alone for so long?

"For a promise, you can never be freed. What's the difference between you and those dead souls who suffered because of the evil god?"

Polick suddenly raised his head, and this moment was no longer a mechanical answer from the Gate of Truth, as if the memory of Polick had returned.

"No!"

"Of course not."

Ghost Polik: "We are all losers who climbed out of the quagmire. We all have a glorious and dazzling past."

"We've all had the wildest dreams, and we've all risked everything in pursuit of the truth."

"finally."

"We all paid the price for this wild dream."

Polik: "The messenger of the Creator Kingdom!"

"We are not murky souls, we have a common belief."

"I want to see how far he can go."

"I want to see the limits of truth."

"For this...I am willing."

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Ewell Peninsula.

In a cemetery in the valley.

Yafoan came to visit his dead companion, the hero who died over the years.

The custom of the Evir people is to use a stone coffin for burial, but the coffin is not buried in the ground, but placed directly on the ground, and the name of the deceased is engraved on one side of the coffin.

Aphuan stood before Echilio's tomb, which was empty except for some of Echirio's relics.

"these years."

"Since leaving the giant island of Ruh, I feel like I have done a lot of things and have succeeded in a lot of things."

"But in the end, it seems like nothing has been done and nothing has succeeded."

Yafoan put his hand on the sarcophagus. Only at this time could he feel how much pressure he was facing. The monsters in the abyss went one after the other, pressing Avier and Yafoan to the point where they couldn't breathe.

And recently.

The bad news comes one after the other.

The winged people are preparing to leave Moonlight Island, and the matter of crossing the desert of the sun has been confirmed to be true, and even the winged people have already begun to act.

The Queen of the Abyss, Meld, has recently begun to target the Evir people, and as expected, it will be a more difficult situation than before.

Yafoan stood alone in the cemetery, feeling a little excited.

"I told you once that everything will be fine."

"nowadays."

"It doesn't seem like I've really gotten any better than I can say that."

"The oath made by Lord Huberne, he has done everything he can to fulfill, and I can't do anything except say some beautiful words."

Yafoan is only a third-order power, and he has a deep sense of powerlessness in the face of existences such as the apostles and the abyss.

"You can't sit still like this any longer."

Avon leaves the cemetery.

He once again activated the right hand of the magic item Porick and came to the edge of the dream world.

Even if he can't get the help of the Gate of Truth, he hopes to get some guidance he wants through sacrifice.

However, when Aphoan came up this time, he found that the door of truth was open.

This made Avon a little puzzled.

Under the guidance of the light, he came to the foot of the temple of the **** of truth and knowledge, and an ordinary ghost received Aphoan and passed him the will of the gate of truth.

"You are here again."

"The believer Aphian."

"The Gate of Truth considers your request to be unreasonable, and therefore judges your request to be invalid."

Yafoan asked again: "I hope to know how to defeat and seal the abyss and Meld's methods, for which I am willing to pay the price."

The ghost replied: "Insufficient information, insufficient intelligence, the target involves the power of myth, and it is temporarily impossible to determine."

Aphoan was closed again, but he made another discovery.

He heard another voice coming from the high temple, as if someone had come here.

This also explains exactly why Yafoan saw the door of truth open just now.

Avon was surprised.

He had never seen such a thing before, and someone other than himself came here.

"So that's how it is!" It was a woman's voice, and the other's voice had the quietness and peace of a jungle.

The other party continued.

"I see."

"Although your **** has not woken up yet, when he wakes up, please give him the branches of this rainbow tree."

"Is that the sound?" Yafoan remembered the sound, the rainbow-colored tree he saw before, the sound from the tree was this.

Here, he saw the true appearance of the other party.

A being in the form of a god, a real, perfect form of a god.

He crawls under the altar, watching the other party hand a flower branch to the ghost Polik, then turns and leaves.

And the ghost Porick, who was high in the past, respectfully saluted the girl.

When the other party walked out of the door of truth, he immediately chased after him.

The fairy in the forest, Flotti, also found Avon and looked back at him.

"Snake man, why are you following me?"

Yafoan immediately introduced himself: "Hello, we met last time."

"In the forest to the north, there is a colorful flower tree..."

Hearing Yafan say this, Flotti remembered.

"You're the one who doesn't send letters and mess around."

Yafuan immediately defended: "Please forgive my presumptuousness, but I didn't know who you were at the time, and I didn't know what that beautiful flower tree was doing."

Flotti told him: "I am a forest fairy, and my name is Flotti."

"That tree is the rainbow tree of the fairies in the forest, and it is the coordinates for sending letters."

It was the first time Avon heard about this race, and he cautiously asked Flotti.

"Fairy in the forest?"

"what is that?"

Florty explained it again: "We are the messengers of the gods, the creatures that travel through dreams."

"But we don't just deliver letters to the gods, we also deliver letters filled with prayers from mortals."

"You are lucky if you can see the rainbow tree."

"I can pass a letter to you, but only to other people in the world, unless one of the gods agrees with you and agrees to accept your letter."

Yafuan looked at the other party in shock: "Messenger of the gods? Where are you from?"

"I came from the kingdom of creator gods," Flotti told him.

Yafoan finally understood what kind of existence he saw, and the one standing in front of him turned out to be an envoy who came out of the kingdom of creation.

Yafuan immediately slumped on the ground: "O messenger of the creator of the kingdom of God!"

"Can you hear our story?"

Flotte stood there and thought for a while: "I can listen to your story."

Flotte likes to listen to stories, just like she just listened to the story of the ghosts Pollic and Asai, and that story may be a very interesting conversation at the next Rainbow Forest tea party.

Aphoan was afraid that the messenger from the Kingdom of Creator God would be impatient in front of him.

He omitted a large part of the previous link.

It directly tells about the recent situation of the Evil people, about the existence of monsters in the abyss, and about countless people who died and were displaced in the disaster.

Flotti was very sympathetic to the situation of the Evil people, but said it very directly.

"You want to ask the gods for help?"

"but."

"The gods will not help you."

Avon asked, "Why?"

The fairy in the forest, Flotti: "Because you said just now, this is the disaster you brought, and it is because of you that the abyss and monsters appeared."

"You touch taboos, you blaspheme, you commit suicide."

"Why should the gods lend a hand to your madness."

Avon had long expected this answer.

Although in the eyes of mortals, serpents and winged people are different, Evir and herdsmen tribes, city-state people are also different.

But in the eyes of the gods, they are all one.

Whether this disaster was caused by the wingmen or the snake people, it was all brought about by the mortals.

"I know."

"It's all the fault of mortals, it's our arrogance and arrogance, it's our ignorance that has led to terrible disasters."

Avon asked to the forest fairy, Flotti, as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

"I just want you to give us a little guidance to humble mortals."

"We are willing to pay for this, and we are willing to use our strength and everything to pacify this disaster."

"But we're really lost."

After looking at Yafoan for a long time, Flotti finally spoke.

"Recently I'm trying to figure out a way to condense my wonderland."

"If you can give me some ideas, I may be able to help you find the answer to this question."

Flotti briefly explained to Yafoan what the fairyland was like, and Yafoan immediately thought about it at a high speed.

Finally, he said to Flotte.

"If it were me, I would open one passage after another in Wonderland."

"And then in every place in the world that I felt was important, a door was built."

"When I open the door, I can instantly enter another place, so that I can go to any place at any time; in the same way, others can use my door and go to another place in an instant."

Flotti immediately recorded Yafoan's thoughts in her notebook.

It has to be said that Yapuan's ideas are very characteristic of the vein of truth and knowledge.

Avon was a little nervous: "Lord Flotti, are you satisfied with my idea?"

Although the Flotti in front of him is only a second-order, and Yafuan is already a third-order power, but at this moment Yafuan is in front of the other party, so humble that he seems to drown himself in the dust.

After the fairy in the forest finished writing, she bowed back to Yafoan.

"Thank you for your suggestion, I have accepted it."

The fairy in the forest asked him directly: "Does the abyss queen you mentioned live in a place full of filthy black mud."

"She has white hair, a woman with a lot of wings behind her?"

Yafuan didn't expect that the fairy in the forest, Flotti, knew about the other party: "It's her."

The fairy in the forest, Flotti nodded: "Then I know, I just met her on the way here."

"She crashed into the sacred boat, and she should be seriously injured by now."

"I can check it out for you, what exactly is the abyss you're talking about."

"And the way you want to deal with the abyss."

Florty walked directly in front of Yav'an, who was crawling on the ground. Amidst the falling of colorful petals, the beautiful back gradually disappeared.

"but."

"I'm just a little fairy in the forest, not a god."

"Don't get your hopes up."

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Rainbow tree forest.

This time, Flotti, who returned from a successful trip, was welcomed by all the fairies in the forest. This was a very important mission for the fairies in the forest to complete, and for them, it was a testimony to history.

at the same time.

Florty's harvest is also full.

Flotte got all kinds of advice, and she had her own initial thoughts during this trip.

A large group of fairies in the forest gathered again, and took out teapots and snacks as a matter of course.

The floor of the Rainbow Forest is covered with petals, and stepping on it with bare feet has a soft feeling.

The other forest fairies asked Florty: "Sister Florty."

"What are the gods outside? How did they advise you?"

Flotti: "Not only the advice of the gods, I also got the advice of a servant of the gods."

She took out her own booklet and discussed it with the forest fairy who was present.

"First, I can turn my domain into a fairyland on earth first, and all mortals' letters will gather in my domain, condensing the light of prayer; when I become a fourth-order in the future, it can become a In the space in the dream world, a transit station, everyone takes turns to be on duty in my fairyland, and at the same time harvest the light of prayer."

"I call it a stationery wonderland."

"Secondly, a fairyland for storage can be established, and a contract with mortals can be concluded by means of a spiritual world contract, and the space can be lent to mortals with power; this is also a good way to gather the light of prayer. "

"However, this kind of fairyland can be achieved at least after Tier 4."

"I named it Storage Wonderland."

"The third is to open up a large number of passages to the mortal world and connect them together to form doors that pass through space."

"But this, I feel that only mythology can do it."

"I also gave it a name, called the fairyland of the door."

The fairies immediately applauded at the tea party. They felt that these three fairyland were very powerful and very good.

"Sister Florty."

"So which one do you choose?"

If they were replaced by goblins, they would definitely choose the third one.

Because it's very interesting.

In the end, Florty chose the safest first plan: "We are the messengers of the gods, and sending letters is our mission, so I still choose the first one."

"I want to build a stationery wonderland."

All the fairies stood up and congratulated Flotti on her choice.

Immediately after.

At this rainbow forest tea party, the fairy in the forest, Flotti, brought up the story of Evir and Avon again, and asked everyone if they had any ideas.

Someone asked the gods that the winged people believed in: "What kind of demigod is that? How could there be such believers who don't even know the Creator?"

The other fairies nodded: "That's right, didn't he come from the existence of the previous era?"

Florty shook her head: "Being a demigod in this era should not exist."

"I saw his mythical door, which is very ancient."

"It must be an existence from the previous era."

She guessed: "He may have fallen asleep, or he may have forgotten the past, so he did not tell his followers."

"That's why her followers are so crazy and do such terrible things."

Another fairy also raised her hand: "Can we find out about his experience?"

Someone asked Flotti: "So, what is the title of this god?"

The fairy in the forest, Florty, thought for a while, and found that she had forgotten.

The titles of these demigods are very long, and she can't always remember them clearly.

"I forgot what his name was."

Then the fairy who was sitting at the other end of the long table shook her head: "That must be the story of the last era. His title was also given to him by the gods. Without his real name, it is difficult to know his origin."

A fairy asked, "Then what's the name of the place where he lives?"

Flotti expresses other fairies: "He lives in a place called abyss."

The fairies whispered.

"abyss?"

"what is that?"

When Flotti thought of it, her hair stood on end: "A place full of filth, stench, and depravity~lightnovelpub.net~ Many fairies immediately shook their heads: "How is it possible, how could there be a **** willing to live in such a place? "

A forest fairy suddenly realized: "I heard that mortal nobles will build a place called toilet, which is a place full of filth and stench. Isn't that kind of place?"

"Then this **** is not the **** in charge of this place, right?"

The fairy stood up and said with a serious face: "I see, he must be the **** of toilets and filth."

Can there be such a god?

The fairies were suspicious.

But the world is so big, there are no wonders.

But if it is not such a god, how can it like to live in the filth.

This is very reasonable.

The fairy nodded.