dream world.

There is endless darkness here, and even the puppet Olan feels that the up, down, left, and right are constantly changing here, and it can't imagine what kind of world this is and how it was formed.

Only dream creatures like San Rafael would not lose themselves if they passed through it.

The puppet Oran stood on San Raphael's shoulder and asked her in a low voice.

"This is the dream world!"

"The legendary kingdom of the gods?"

It had seen San Rafael open the entrance to the dream world before, sending the dream of life into it.

But it was the first time it entered the interior, and only then did it know that it was like this in the dream world.

San Rafael nodded and told Oran.

"The kingdom of the gods, that's what you seem to call it."

"The more formal one is the dream world, and some people call it the spirit world. I heard that people with second-level wisdom were also called priests of the spirit world."

Oran didn't ask what the priest of the spirit world was, but it probably knew that the one that San Rafael spoke of was once too far away to be touched.

San Rafael also introduced other situations in the dream world: "The Kingdom of the Creator God is in the deepest part of this place."

"There is a fantasy star sea, the destination of all spirits, which is so beautiful.

"Every morning, the sacred boat will set off from under the sea of ​​stars, and will not return until the next morning."

"The ship is full of mortal dreams."

Oran also responded: "I have read "Holy Blessing", and there is a record in it."

"The king of gods traveled to the stars and saw the dreams of the dead in Moonlight City."

"When I saw this passage when I was young, I felt really shocked. The encounter between the dead and the living, the collision between mythology and mortals was a magnificent scene that I could not have imagined at that time."

only.

What used to be stories and myths are just myths when you read them.

But when a forest fairy appears next to you, the story you once read feels completely different in retrospect.

You will find out.

"Wow!"

"It turns out that everything is true."

"The divine blessing is real, and the kingdom of the Creator God is real."

The puppet Oran turned to look at San Raphael beside him: "Even the fairies in the forest are real."

After walking for a long time, San Rafael was tired halfway, and it was indeed very depressing to shuttle through the dark world, even if there was a puppet to chat with you.

San Raphael got out of the dream world, and found that it was already the city-state of Suinhor.

The puppet Oran watched San Rafael open an exit, and then pointed to the light spot on the other side that appeared under the power of San Rafael.

It seems that from here, you can see the mirror image of the world.

"I saw an exit that opened directly next to it. Why do I need to open another exit?"

Such a troublesome move really made the puppet Oran puzzled.

But San Rafael immediately acted like someone who had experienced it, and told the puppet Oran with his own experience.

"That's the tree hole of the rainbow tree. The rainbow trees in the world are very small, and the tree hole is not big."

"Sometimes the tree hole is too small and it gets stuck."

San Rafael felt terrified, as if recalling the last time he was stuck in a tree hole by a crowd of people watching.

Doll Oran saw San Rafael's expression and understood.

The person stuck in the tree hole was probably herself.

Surrounded by a forest, San Rafael found the nearby rainbow tree and took a lot of delicious food from it.

Oran the puppet looked at San Raphael's box: "The storage compartment is so precious, you put food in it?"

"Those people put all their most important things, and they used every bit of space."

San Rafael talked to the doll while eating.

"It doesn't matter."

"Anyway, I don't need to build the storage grid. Free things don't need to be used for nothing. So many places are empty!"

Doll Oran: "Why not put it in a box?"

San Rafael hugged his box tightly: "The things in the box are all my treasures, you can't put them casually."

The puppet Olan suddenly felt that the fairy in front of her had the potential to be black-bellied, and let others put all the treasures in her fairyland, but all her treasures were packed in boxes and kept beside her.

Oran the puppet asked: "Why can't we go directly to the blood kingdom of the Scarlet Goddess?"

San Rafael told it: "I haven't been there before, I don't have the exact coordinates there."

San Rafael has not said one thing yet, she is a storage fairy who became a monk halfway.

Many of the laws and spells about fairies, she used so-so.

After leaving the fairyland, it doesn't work very well.

The two walked along the way for a while and rested for a while. This is a very interesting journey.

In a moment, he appeared in another place, another city.

The dream world is like a train.

And the outside world is like a slide on the window, fleeting and constantly changing.

Even so slowly, the two arrived at the sea very quickly.

Entered the kingdom of another god.

In the strange land located in the depths of the silent sea, the red lighthouse suddenly lit up, bursting out with rays of light.

It felt like it was prompting someone to invade.

But the "people" in the land of blood have already prepared, they knew in advance that someone was coming.

in a blink.

A large number of figures appeared under the steps, watching as a vortex opened under the lighthouse on the square, and a black-haired girl wearing a wreath came out.

She carried the suitcase and stepped across the vortex carefully, as if stepping over a threshold, stepping on the stone bricks of the square with her shiny lace-up leather boots.

It was also the first time for the black-haired girl to come here, but the most shocking thing was the puppet on her shoulder.

After all, for San Rafael, this place can only be regarded as a novelty.

For the puppet Oran, as a mortal, it actually stepped into the kingdom of God, as a guest.

"The kingdom of blood in the deep sea."

The puppet Oran involuntarily called out the name here.

It looked up at the lighthouse high up, and it heard the voices of the oldest race coming from the lighthouse again.

The most ancient ever chanted the sacred psalms devoutly.

Heard of this place many times, first time.

It looked at the square and city in front of it, which had a very similar architectural style to the mural "The Lost Kingdom", as well as the deepest Temple of Truth, which may or may not be called a temple.

at last.

It fixed its gaze on the mountain peak rising in the center of the Kingdom of Blood.

There seems to be this looming mural on the steep mountain wall, with bright colors.

Even from such a distance, you can feel that it must be a shocking work.

This undersea country must have existed for an unimaginable time.

It's like the lost country above the sea of ​​clouds.

At this time, the coercion of myth came from the deepest temple of truth.

The blood-colored flowers spread from a distance, and instantly filled the feet.

turned into a road.

The figure of the **** came from the end of the flower, and appeared in front of St. Rafael and the puppet Oran in a trance.

It was a goddess in a gorgeous red robe.

The puppet Olan suddenly felt as if a mountain was pressing on his heart, and he had a faint feeling.

When he uttered the name of God Insai, he saw the shadows of demon gods entrenched on the ground.

This moment.

The other party gave him the impression that the demon-like shadow was very similar.

The **** glanced at San Rafael with great interest. He was tall, and San Rafael was already tall, but thinner.

The opponent was a head taller than her.

In comparison, San Rafael looks even smaller.

The red-haired demigod stared at San Raphael, and the other party was also curiously looking at his eyes and special hair.

"Your hair is so beautiful, like flames." San Rafael's feeling is completely different from that of ordinary people, because of the huge coercion and majesty of the gods, ordinary people feel more like blood.

"A head of black hair, like the color in mythology, the fairies in the forest are indeed a family loved by the gods." The red-haired demigod looked at San Rafael's black hair and suddenly thought of something.

Finally, the red-haired demigod smiled.

"Welcome!"

"A messenger from the Kingdom of the Creator God."

It can be seen that He likes the race of fairies very much.

But before that, He had to show respect to Insay's messenger.

First, I greeted each other with San Rafael.

Immediately afterwards.

She knelt on the ground, using the posture and etiquette of the three-leaf people worshiping the gods.

"O Messenger of God Insai!"

"I've been waiting for you, for Insay's oracle."

San Rafael also became serious. She stood up straight and explained first.

"I don't know if it's an oracle, but God Iva thought it was an oracle when he heard this sentence."

"If Yin Saishen really wants me to tell everyone this sentence, then I will repeat it again."

The entire Kingdom of God fell silent, and all the three-leaf symbionts in the back also knelt down together.

Their posture of worshiping the gods is completely different from that of the snake people. In addition to the different body structure, it is also because the gods they believe in are completely different from the snake people.

under the lighthouse.

In the center of the sea of ​​bloody flowers.

San Rafael recalled the picture he saw in the pyramid, when the creator, Insay, was chatting with the dream master.

It's about God's Moon, and it's about the root of wisdom.

It seemed that the round of God's Moon appeared in front of her eyes again, and the scene of God's Moon turning into a door opened. At that time, she saw a sacred tree rising from the root of wisdom, bearing four fruit.

San Rafael first explained the previous dialogue, the source of wisdom and the scene of the true **** discussed by the creator and the dream master.

at last.

It was only then that the key words were uttered in the tone of the God of Insai.

"When they establish the kingdom of God on earth!"

"When they pass on the grace and wisdom to the world!"

"The fruit of wisdom will come naturally."

For some reason, when she began to recall this scene, imitating the time when the creator Insay spoke.

Everyone seemed to have really seen the eternal stars descending, and endless white rays of light falling from a height.

It just doesn't matter who it is, whether it's kneeling or standing.

No one dared to look up to see the source of that light.

till the end.

It was Vivien, the first ancestor of blood and goddess of scarlet, who broke the tranquility and ended the delivery of the oracle.

What the God of Sai brings is not an order, but a guide.

He opened the door to the higher for the intelligent species,

"Insai God!"

"The blood of Wisdom is forever grateful for your gift, and the descendants of Ledlich will always remember your faith."

The red-haired demigod stood up and looked at the messenger of the gods in front of him.

"Have you seen God Insai?"

San Rafael nodded: "I've seen it, but I didn't dare to really look at it."

The red-haired demigod asked again: "Is the **** still the same as before?"

The Sanye people's belief in gods is completely different from that of the snake people.

The distance between the snake people and the gods is too far, and the distance between the three leaf people and the gods is too close. They are the direct blood of the king of wisdom, the first wisdom species born in the world.

They once lived in the kingdom of the Creator, at the foot of the pyramid temple.

The sea of ​​flowers full of sunflower cups was once their god-given paradise.

The messenger of the gods in front of him scratched his head, not knowing how to answer such a complicated question.

"Hey~"

"I don't know what God was like before."

"After all, I'm not because of Saishen, and I can't imagine being happy and angry because of Saishen."

In a word, many of the three-leaf symbionts present immediately laughed out loud.

The last time we met was in a hurry, Smerkel hadn't noticed anything yet.

As soon as he talked too much at the moment, San Rafael seemed to have exposed something.

The red-haired half-god glanced over, and the three-leaf symbiont below immediately became serious, but they all looked at the fairy in front of them with eyes that suppressed laughter.

But San Rafael didn't realize it.

"Moreover, only the masters can directly see God Insai. Even if I see it, it's just the projection of God's appearance in this world."

"I'm just a wood fairy."

San Rafael was a little aggrieved, feeling that the question asked by the red-haired demigod was too difficult for her.

Vivien stopped asking questions and instead invited St. Raphael into her kingdom as a guest.

Hearing about visiting and eating, San Rafael was immediately interested.

She walked into the Temple of Truth, looking at those ancient text slabs, her eyes were full of curiosity.

At this time, she suddenly remembered a question, and immediately asked the red-haired demigod.

"Why do they call you Lady Vivien?"

"Shouldn't you be called a god?"

Vivien told St. Rafael: "Because I am the third generation of truth sages."

"And they are the priests of the Temple of Truth."

"To Suinhor, I am their god; to the priests of the Temple of Truth, I am the Sage of Truth."

St. Raphael: "I have only read the Hymn to the King of Wisdom and the Epic of Heinsay."

"I've heard of the Temple of Truth, but I can't remember clearly. Can you tell me what it looks like?"

When Vivien heard this, she was suddenly a little disappointed.

Has the former Temple of Truth been gradually forgotten?

Even the fairies in the forest of the God of Creation no longer remember them.

But he still talked about the origin of the Temple of Truth with St. Rafael: "The Hymn of the King of Wisdom and the Epic of Insai were written by the first-generation saint Tito, who once personally went to the Kingdom of the Creator God to meet God Insai. "

"The second generation of saints is his descendant Stan. Stan ended the era of royal blood and exchanged his own life for the power of miracles. He left behind his own student, and the name of this student is Sander'an."

"And Sang De'an is the first sage of truth."

Vivien talked about two generations of saints and their deeds.

Because of Saint Tito, the Sanye people have recovered the history and the past, and possessed the original myth.

Because of Saint Stan, the Sanye people got the future and miracles, and created the myth of civilization.

The emergence of the sage of truth pushed the era of the Sanye people to the highest peak.

Epic, civilization, inheritance.

This is the story after the myth, and it is the story of generations of Sanye people going forward to create miracles.

This is the Temple of Truth.

St. Raphael asked Vivien: "Is the title of a sage of truth more honorable than a god?"

"That's why you retained the title?"

Vivien told St. Rafael: "It's not honorable."

"It's meaning."

"The Scarlet Goddess is just a title, and it's just a title I have after I have reached the strength."

"The sage of truth represents us, the meaning of our existence."

"It is what we have pursued for generations, and it is the root that we will never give up."

He stood in the Temple of Truth, looking at the old-fashioned slabs of writing, and at the divine words left on the walls.

"did you see it?"

"These are the things left by all the priests of the Temple of Truth, and left to everyone."

"These words convey their wisdom and their will."

"besides."

"Their expectations."

He points to these things.

"We are born of the will of the saints."

"We follow the will of the saints."

"And we will always enforce their will."

Although San Rafael couldn't fully understand it, she still felt a heavy emotion pressing on her heart: "The Scarlet Goddess."

"What is the will of the saints...?"

The Scarlet Goddess stared at San Rafael and told her in a firm tone.

"Create the future of Heinsay."

"Guard the civilization of the Sanye people."

San Raphael was a little sad for the Scarlet Goddess, but he still said, "But the civilization of the Sanye people has disappeared."

The Scarlet Goddess told San Raphael, "The inheritance is still there."

"Even after 250 million years have passed, the inheritance of the will of the saints has not been broken."

"Even though the blood of the Sanye people has been cut off, we are still here."

The Scarlet Goddess looked at the earth.

"future."

"There will be a real successor to the will of the saints, and he will tell everyone that the inheritance of the will of the saints is still there."

"The light of the beacon of the Temple of Truth will never go out."

For San Rafael, it's just a touching story.

But for the puppet Oran sitting on her shoulder, this story is like a sharp knife piercing into its heart.

Hearing this, his blood boiled, and his whole body trembled.

It even couldn't help thinking of the past, and wanted to cover its face and cry.

But it is just a puppet at the moment, it can only sit stiffly on San Rafael's shoulder.

The puppet Oran bowed his head deeply.

"Two generations of saints."

"Three generations of sages."

"Generation after generation of will inheritance, countless people go forward and succeed."

The puppet Oran thought of his teacher, and thought of the Taling School.

They also used to pursue the same ideal and seek the desired future.

But they do not have the wisdom and perseverance of the saints, nor the vision of the sages of truth.

No more.

The kind of courage to go forward and succeed generation after generation and persevere in pursuit.

It is a shock to the priests of the Temple of Truth, to the greatness of the saints.

Also sigh for myself.

"We're so far behind."

"So we failed and we gave up."

The puppet Oran raised his head and looked at the back of the Scarlet Goddess. What it saw was not just a god, but the last guardian of civilization.

Guarding the last lighthouse of civilization.

last light.

The Scarlet Goddess led two people out of the Temple of Truth, walked deep along the passage behind, and finally came to a cliff.

They saw a colorful mural.

There is no longer any shelter from the buildings here, allowing them to see the whole picture clearly.

"This is the mural I traced back to the Sky Temple."

"There used to be a picture of Saint Tito's pilgrimage on it, but as early as the last era, it has disappeared in the years."

San Rafael raised her head, and she immediately recognized the place on the painting.

"This is... the Pyramid Temple?"

"All the masters are here."

The **** goddess nodded: "The mother of life is sitting on the altar, the eldest son of the **** is standing under the altar, and the master of dreams is on the right of the altar."

"Two generations of saints crossed the sea of ​​sunflowers and met with Yin Sai."

"From then on, everything about the Sanye people began. This is the myth of Hinnsay."

The puppet Oran also raised his head to look at the mural.

In an instant, it heard countless three-leaf people whispering in its ears, and even began to hallucinate.

But this time.

It refrained from uttering the name of any being, even if he did not know the Word of Wisdom and the Word of Wisdom.

But it didn't even dare to say a word in Snake-Man Language, for fear of causing a chain reaction because of the special scene here and this sacred painting.

The puppet Oran raised his mind and looked at the painting.

It has never seen such gorgeous paintings.

The prosperity of a civilization can be felt through this painting, and it feels the gorgeous brushstrokes of Breman's "Lost Kingdom" on it.

But this painting is even better, and it was definitely created in a period of civilization at its peak.

The pride of civilization, the piety of faith, and the infinite vision for the future are all condensed into it.

The puppet Oran has already heard San Rafael talk about the creation myth, and also learned a lot of unimaginable information from other conversations.

It even heard such terrifying words that mortals can also become gods.

But all that.

Nothing compares to the impact of this painting.

"I saw the origin of everything, I saw the beginning of the myth."

"Everything comes from the beginning of wisdom, life, and dreams. I saw the lineage of the gods who ruled, and saw the gods who created everything."

It looks to dominate the three gods.

The Mother of Life is completely different from the familiar stone statue of the temple. She is nestled at the feet of the Creator, looking into the distance with ease and happiness.

He is no longer a majestic god, aloft creator, but more like a little girl.

The King of Wisdom, Laidley, stood under the stage, looking straight into the distance. It was He who brought the light of wisdom to everyone.

The master of dreams holds a dream egg, pierces his dream into the distance, and bestows a destination for all souls.

But all three originate from the same being.

This is not the three gods from whom everything originated, but more like a portrait of a family surrounded by the head of the family.

The puppet Oran looked up and looked at the existence above the altar.

That exists.

There is no face, no shape, only endless light.

But the moment they saw the light, everyone knew what it represented.

"Insai God!"

Oran, the puppet sitting on Saint Raphael's shoulder, didn't say the name, but just thought of the god's name.

What it feels at this moment is not shock, but a kind of tranquility wrapped in the cosmic sea of ​​stars, but its head is a little dizzy.

The true greatness and stalwart definitely bring more than just shock.

It's the feeling of being engulfed and lost in an instant.

It feels like a moth.

Can't wait to blend into that light.

"He is the **** that the gods believe in."

"God above God!"

Finally, the puppet Olan uttered three words.

"The Creator."

It used to think that this word was a title of respect, an incomparable divine title, but at this moment Oran felt that this title was just a plain adjective in front of such an existence.

There is no honorific title, and there is no weight.

like.

As it should be.

Looking at the painting, no one spoke.

After a long time, it was Olan the puppet who suddenly asked.

The target of its inquiry is the Scarlet Goddess. It has a question that it must want to ask, and it expects the sage of truth to give it an answer.

"God."

"If one day, the things I pursue, the things I leave behind, the dreams I pass on to others."

"Brought disaster to the world and pain to all people."

"what do I do?"

Doll Oran: "I want this world to be better, and my dream is to be better."

"But this world will not be reversed by my will, nor will it be changed by my thoughts."

"When disaster strikes."

"Never ask our original intention."

Vivien looked at the puppet Olan. His blood-colored eyes were crystal clear like gems, and his figure and appearance were so perfect that they did not belong to the world.

Therefore, it gives people a strong oppressive force.

As soon as He opened his mouth, he presented it directly in the form of a rhetorical question.

"There will be stones blocking the way on the way forward, why don't you just walk?"

He looked directly into the eyes of the puppet Oran: "We don't know where the road will lead in the end, and no one can really predict what the distant future will look like."

"We have to go through it before we know whether this road can go through."

"Hesitation and hesitation cannot lead to the future. One generation can only do what one generation does."

"If it is true that one day your actions will bring disaster!"

"Then~"

"In that era, more people who benefited from the knowledge and ideals you taught will stand up and save this disaster."

The puppet Oran took up from St. Raphael's shoulders, and the magical spell cast on it by the fairy gradually lost its effect, and it fell to the ground in the size of a normal person.

It stared at the Scarlet Goddess intently.

It seemed to see a ray of light that directly shone into the depths of its heart.

The Scarlet Goddess suddenly smiled, no longer the majesty and seriousness before.

"Feel shocked?"

"pity!"

"I didn't say that."

The Scarlet Goddess asked again: "Do you know who said it? Who did you answer?"

The puppet Oran shook his head, the emotions surging in his heart had already made him speechless.

The Crimson Goddess stretched out a finger, pointing to the heart of the puppet Oran.

"Master of your heart, she once posed that question to the sage Sunderan."

"And what I just said is the answer that Sunderan gave her."

Vivien had noticed this strange puppet a long time ago.

At the same time, he also noticed the special "heart" in its body.

Today's Scarlet Goddess, Vivien, the former third-generation sage of truth, told it.

"Heir to Elena's Heart!"

"The heart you have once belonged to the Temple of Truth."

"She is also a practitioner of the saint's will. She once followed the sage of truth to create the future. She also wants to change her country and civilization."

"Eleena's ancestors were the ones who tortured the first generation of saints Tito, but the sages of truth finally accepted her as a disciple. This place used to be their territory. The original pilgrimage painting on this wall It was drawn by Elena's ancestors."

The Scarlet Goddess' eyes were like lights, and she saw through the puppet's heart.

"And now."

"You brought her back here again, talking almost exactly the same question."

Oran the puppet opened its mouth wide, which it never expected.

It is also known for the first time.

The origin of this heart in my body.

Even San Rafael, who was on the side, was so shocked by the news that his mouth was helpless.

The Scarlet Goddess shook her head at the puppet Oran: "You must learn to believe in the future and your descendants."

"Many things have been born in this world, and many things have been extinct."

"But some things will never be annihilated, that is, human will, human inheritance, and human wisdom."

"As long as there is life in this world."

"As long as there are beings called intelligent species in this world."

"It's going to be passed on."

"All things have a beginning, and all things have an end."

"But after the end, someone will start a new chapter in the circle of the predecessors."

The puppet Oran still didn't speak, it lowered its head.

reach out.

Pressed on his heart.

Oran was very grateful to this heart, because it was its power that saved him from the disaster.

But Oran hated the Heart, for it had imprisoned him, and killed all the Tarlingians.

Now.

For the first time, Oran felt that this heart had a different meaning.

This heart is not dead, this heart is alive.

It is not something dark and corrupt to devour itself.

It's throbbing, it's surging.

It is burning with blood.

The puppet Olan read out the name of that ancient existence: "Eleanor!"

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After San Rafael and the puppet Oran left.

All the three-leaf symbiotes gathered in the Temple of Truth, and the red-haired demigod also ascended the throne of flesh and blood.

Everyone began to discuss the significance of the Insay Oracle.

No one dared to ignore the meaning, because every time Insay's oracle came, it represented the beginning of a new era.

Every time his shadow appears in this world, it guides the future.

The Scarlet Goddess thought for a long time, and summarized the general content of the oracle.

"The root of wisdom bears the fruit of wisdom and opens the door to the future for the power of wisdom."

"As for the latter, it is the condition for receiving the fruit of wisdom."

"Establish a human **** system and compete for the position of true god."

The Scarlet Goddess looked at everyone and said to them.

"This era!"

"It's not the era of power of life~lightnovelpub.net~ Everything is the same as before, but the era of power of wisdom."

"It's just that in this era, a true **** of wisdom and power is destined to appear."

Alpens: "Master Vivien, this oracle seems to have nothing to do with us."

Smerkel expressed a different opinion: "We are the successors of Heinsay, how can we say that it has nothing to do with us."

Vivien had already had an idea in her mind.

She stood up and expressed her thoughts seriously.

"Perhaps we should also look for an heir to the saint's will and join this competition for the position of the true god."

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