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This is an endless darkness, and even the puppet Oran feels that it is constantly changing up and down, left and right. It can't imagine what kind of world this is and how it came to be.

Only a dream creature like Saint Raphael can pass through it, so that he will not lose himself.

The doll Oran stood on the shoulders of San Rafael 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 and sent the dream of life into it.

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

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 spiritual world. I heard that people with second-order wisdom and power were once called priests of the spiritual world."

Oran didn't ask what the spirit priest was, but it probably knew that what San Rafael was talking about was once too far away.

Saint Raphael also introduced other situations in the dream world: "The kingdom of creation is in the deepest part of here."

"There is the Dream Sea of ​​Stars, the destination of all souls, which is 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 "Divine Blessing", and there is a record of this passage."

"The King of God's Dependents traveled through the Xinghai and saw the dream of the deceased in Moonlight City."

"When I was young, when I saw this passage, I felt really shocked. The encounter between the dead and the living, the collision between myths and mortals, was a magnificent scene that I couldn't imagine at that time."

only.

There used to be stories and myths, when I read it was just myths.

But when a forest fairy is by your side, the stories you've read feel completely different in retrospect.

you will find out.

"Wow!"

"It turns out that everything is true."

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

The puppet Oran turned to look at Saint Raphael, who was on the side: "Even the fairy in the forest is real."

After walking for a long time, San Rafael was tired in the middle, and it was really depressing to travel in the dark world, even if there was a puppet chatting with you.

San Rafael emerged from the dream world, and when he came out, he found that it was already the city-state of Suinhol.

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 open another exit?"

Such a troublesome move indeed made Olan puzzled.

However, San Rafael immediately looked like someone who had come over and told the puppet Oran with his own experience.

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

"Sometimes if the tree hole is too small, it will get stuck."

Saint Raphael had a lingering fear, as if remembering the tragic experience of being stuck in a tree hole by a group of people last time.

The puppet Oran looked at San Rafael's expression and understood.

The person who was stuck in the tree hole was probably herself.

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

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

"Those people put everything that is most important to them, and they used every bit of space."

While eating, San Rafael talked to the doll.

"It does not matter."

"Anyway, I don't need to build the storage grid, and the free things don't need to be used for nothing, so many places are empty!"

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

Saint Raphael hugged his box tightly: "All my treasures are in the box, and I can't put them casually."

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

The puppet Oran asked: "Why can't you directly lead to the blood country of the Crimson Goddess?"

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

There is one thing that Saint Raphael hasn't said yet. She, the storage fairy, is a half-way monk.

A lot of the laws and magic of the fairy, she used it so-so.

After leaving the fairyland, it is not very spiritual.

The two walked all the way for a while, which was a very interesting journey.

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

The dream world is like a train.

The world outside is like a slideshow in a window, changing in the blink of an eye.

Even so slowly, the two of them quickly reached the sea.

Entered the kingdom of another god.

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

It felt as if it was prompting someone to invade.

But the "people" in the country of blood had long been prepared, and they knew in advance that someone was coming.

in a blink.

A large number of figures appeared under the steps, watching a whirlpool open under the lighthouse on the square, and a black-haired girl wearing a garland emerged.

Carrying the box, she cautiously crossed the vortex, as if she had crossed a threshold, and stepped on the stone bricks of the square with her bright lace-up boots.

The black-haired girl was also here for the first time, but the most shocking thing was the doll 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 country of blood in the deep sea."

The puppet Oran involuntarily called out the name here.

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

The Old Ones reverently sang sacred psalms.

I've heard of this place many times and this is my first time here.

It looked at the square and city in front of it with a very similar architectural style to the fresco "Lost Kingdom", as well as the deepest temple of truth, which I don't know if it could be called a temple.

finally.

It fixed its gaze on the rising mountain in the center of the country of blood.

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

Even from this distance, I can feel that it must be a shocking work.

This undersea country must have existed for a time beyond imagination.

Just like the lost country above the sea of ​​clouds.

At this time, the coercion of the 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 in a trance appeared in front of Saint Raphael and the puppet Oran.

It was a goddess in a gorgeous red robe.

The puppet Oran felt as if a mountain was pressing down on his heart in an instant, and he had a vague feeling.

When he pronounced the name of the **** Insai, he saw the shadows of the demon gods entrenched on the earth.

At this moment.

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

The **** glanced at Saint Raphael with great interest. He was very tall, and Saint Raphael was already tall, but he was thinner.

The other party is a head taller than her.

In comparison, San Rafael looks even more petite.

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

"Your hair is so beautiful, like flames." Saint Raphael'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.

"With black hair, like the color in mythology, the fairies in the forest are indeed a family loved by God." The red-haired demigod looked at Saint Raphael's black hair and suddenly thought of something.

Finally, the red-haired demigod smiled.

"Welcome!"

"The messenger from the kingdom of creation."

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

But before that, he must show respect to the messenger of Insai.

Greeted each other with San Rafael first.

Immediately after.

She knelt on the ground and used the posture and etiquette of a three-leaf man to worship the gods.

"The messenger of Insai!"

"I have been waiting for you, waiting for Insai's oracle."

Saint Raphael also became serious. She stood up straight and explained it first.

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

"If God Insai really wants me to tell everyone this, then I'll repeat it again."

The entire Divine Kingdom was quiet, and all the three-leaf symbiotes behind also knelt down together.

The postures of their worship to the gods are completely different from those of the snake people. In addition to their different body structures, it is also because the gods they believe in are completely different from the snake people.

under the lighthouse.

In the middle of the sea of ​​​​red flowers.

San Rafael recalled what he saw in the pyramid, when the creator Insai was chatting with the master of dreams.

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

It seemed that the moon of the gods appeared in front of her eyes again, and the scene of the moon of gods turning into a door opened. She saw a **** tree rising from the root of wisdom and forming four fruit.

Saint Raphael first explained the previous dialogue, the source of wisdom and the scene of the true God discussed by the creator and the master of dreams.

finally.

Only then did he say those crucial words in the tone of God Insai.

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

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

"The fruit of wisdom will naturally come."

For some reason, when she started to recall this scene, she imitated when the creator Insai spoke.

Everyone seemed to really see the eternal stars coming, and the endless white light fell from the heights.

Just no matter who it is, whether kneeling or standing.

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

till the end.

It was Vivien, the first ancestor of blood and the goddess of blood, who broke the peace and ended the transmission of the oracle.

What Insai brings is not a command, but a guide.

He opened the door to the higher for the wise,

"Insai God!"

"The blood of wisdom will always thank you for your gift, and the descendants of Lederiki 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?"

Saint Raphael nodded: "I have seen it, but I didn't dare to really see it."

The red-haired demigod asked again, "Is God still the same as before?"

The three-leaf people's belief in God is completely different from that of the snake people.

The serpent and the gods are too far apart, and the three-leaf and the gods are too close. They are the direct bloodline 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 used to be 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.

"Eh~"

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

"After all, I'm not God Insai, and I can't imagine the happiness and anger of God Insai."

In a word, many of the three-leaf symbiotes present suddenly laughed out loud.

The last meeting had been rushed, and Smerkel had not noticed anything.

At this moment, after talking too much, San Rafael seems to have exposed something.

The red-haired demigod glanced over, and the three-leaf symbiote below immediately became serious, but they all looked at the fairy in front of them with eyes that held back their laughter.

But San Rafael didn't realize it.

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

"I'm just a fairy in the forest."

Saint Raphael was a little aggrieved, and felt that the question asked by the red-haired demigod was too difficult for her.

Vivien stopped asking questions, and instead invited San Rafael into her country as a guest.

Hearing about being a guest and eating, San Rafael was immediately interested.

She walked into the Temple of Truth and looked at the ancient stone tablets with curiosity in her eyes.

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

"Why do they call you Lord Vivien?"

"Shouldn't you be called a god?"

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

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

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

San Rafael: "I've only seen the Hymn of the King of Wisdom and the Epic of Hiensai."

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

When Vivian heard this, she suddenly felt a little lost.

Has the once temple of truth been gradually forgotten?

Even the forest fairies who created the kingdom of God no longer remember them.

But He still talked to Saint Raphael about the origin of the Temple of Truth: "The Hymn of the King of Wisdom and the Epic of Heinsai were written by the first-generation saint Tito, who personally went to the Kingdom of God of Creation to meet God Insai. "

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

"And Sandan is the first sage of truth."

Vivien talked about two generations of saints and their deeds.

Because of Saint Tito, the three-leaf people have recovered their history and past, and possessed their original mythology.

Because of Saint Stan, the three-leaf people got the future and miracles, and created the myth of civilization.

The appearance of the sages of truth pushed the era of the Sanye to its peak.

Epic, civilization, heritage.

This is the story after the myth, and it is the story of generations of Sanye people who have created miracles one after another.

This is the Temple of Truth.

Saint Raphael asked Vivien, "Is the title of the sage of truth more honorable than the gods?"

"That's why you kept this title?"

Vivien told San Rafael: "It's not noble."

"It's the meaning."

"The Crimson Goddess is just a title, it's just a title I have after my strength has reached."

"And the Sages of Truth represent us and the meaning of our existence."

"It's something we've been looking for for generations, a root we'll never give up."

He stood in the Sanctuary of Truth, looking at the old-fashioned slates and the magical words left on the walls.

"did you see it?"

"These are the things that are left behind by all the priests of the Temple of Truth, for all."

"In these words, their wisdom, their will is spread."

"and."

"Their expectation."

He pointed to these things.

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

"We follow the will of the saints."

"We will also always carry out their will."

Although Saint Raphael could not fully understand, she still felt a heavy emotion pressing on her heart: "Goddess of Crimson."

"The will of the saints...what is it?"

The Crimson Goddess looked at Saint Raphael and told her in a firm tone.

"Creating the future of Sheinsai."

"Protect the civilization of the three-leaf people."

Saint Raphael was a little sad for the Bloody Goddess, but still said: "But the civilization of the three-leaf people has disappeared."

The Crimson Goddess told Saint Raphael: "The inheritance is still there."

"Even though 250 million years have passed, the inheritance of the will of the saints has not been cut off."

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

The scarlet goddess looked at the earth on earth.

"future."

"There will also be a real heir 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 moving story.

But for Oran, the puppet sitting on her shoulder, the story was like a knife pierced deep into his heart.

It's blood boiled, it shuddered.

It even couldn't help but think of the past and wanted to hide its face and cry.

But it was just a puppet at the moment, and it could only sit rigidly on the shoulders of Saint Raphael.

Doll Oran bowed his head deeply.

"Two generations of saints."

"Three generations of sages."

"The will is passed down from generation to generation, and countless people have gone on and on."

The puppet Oran thought of his teacher and the Taring School.

They also once pursued the same ideal and sought the future they wanted.

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

Not even more.

The kind of courage that goes on from generation to generation and perseveres in pursuit.

It is the priest of the temple of truth, and it is astonished by the greatness of the saints.

Also sigh for myself.

"We're too far away."

"So we failed, we gave up."

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

Guards the last beacon of civilization.

last light.

The Crimson Goddess took two people out of the Sanctuary of Truth, walked along the back passage all the way to the depths, and finally came to a cliff.

They saw a colorful mural.

There is no longer any occlusion by buildings, allowing them to see the whole picture clearly.

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

"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."

Saint Raphael looked up, and she immediately recognized the place on the painting.

"This is... Pyramid Temple?"

"The masters are all here."

The scarlet goddess nodded: "The mother of life sits on the altar, the eldest son of the gods stands under the stage, and the master of dreams is on the right side of the gods."

"Two generations of saints crossed the sea of ​​sunflowers and met in Insai."

"Everything about the three-leaf people begins here. This is the myth of Xiyensai."

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 have hallucinations.

But this time.

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

But it didn't even dare to spit out a word in the language of snakes, for fear of causing a chain reaction because of the special scene here and this sacred painting.

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

It has never seen such a gorgeous painting.

The prosperity of a civilization can be felt through this painting, on which you can feel the gorgeous brushstrokes of Breman master's "The Lost Kingdom".

But this painting is even better, it was definitely created at the height of a civilization.

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

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

It even heard the terrifying words that mortals can become gods.

But all that.

Nothing compares to the impact of this painting.

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

"Everything comes from wisdom, life, and dreams. I saw the gods of the gods who ruled, and I 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. He leans at the feet of the Creator and looks at the distance with ease and joy.

He is no longer a majestic god, an aloof creator, more like a little girl.

The King of Wisdom, Ridley Base, stood under the stage, looking straight into the distance. He brought the light of wisdom to everyone.

The dream master held a dream egg, pierced his dream into the distance, and gave all souls a home.

But all three originate from the same existence.

This does not want to be the three gods from which everything originated, but more like a portrait of a family with a family surrounding the master of the family.

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

That exists.

No face, no shape, just endless light.

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

"Insai God!"

Oran, the puppet sitting on San Rafael's shoulder, didn't say the name, but the name of the gods came up in his heart.

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

The real greatness and stalwart will definitely bring more than shock.

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

It feels like a moth.

Can't wait to get into that light.

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

"God of God!"

Finally, the puppet Oran spit out three words.

"The Creator."

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

There is no honor, and there is no heaviness.

like.

It should be so.

Looking at the picture, no one spoke.

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

The target of its inquiry is the Crimson Goddess, and it has a question that it must want to ask, and it is expected that this sage of truth can give it an answer.

"God."

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

"It brought disaster to the world and pain to all."

"what should I do?"

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

"But the world is not turned by my will, not by my thoughts."

"When disaster strikes."

"Never ask our original intentions."

Vivien looked at the doll Oran, his **** eyes were as crystal clear as gems, and his figure and appearance were so perfect that they did not belong to the world.

Therefore, it gives people a very strong pressure.

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 long future will look like."

"We won't know if this road will work until we walk through it."

"Hesitating and hesitating will not bring the future, and a generation can only do what a generation does."

"If one day it will bring disaster because of your actions!"

"Then~"

"In that era, there will be more people who benefit from the knowledge and ideals you impart to stand up and save this disaster."

The puppet Oran took up from the shoulders of Saint Raphael, and the magic that the fairy applied to it gradually lost its effect, and it fell to the ground in the size of an ordinary person.

It stared intently at the Crimson Goddess.

It seems to have seen a beam of light that shines directly into the depths of its heart.

The Bloody Goddess suddenly smiled, no longer as majestic and serious as before.

"Feel shocked?"

"pity!"

"That's not what I said."

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

The doll Oran shook his head, the emotions surging in his heart had made it speechless.

The Crimson Goddess stretched out a finger and pointed to the heart of the puppet Oran.

"Master of your heart, she once asked that question to Sage Sandan."

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

Vivien had already noticed this peculiar doll.

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

Today's scarlet goddess, Vivien, once the third-generation sage of truth, told it.

"Heir of Elena's Heart!"

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

"She is also a practitioner of the will of the saints. She once followed the sages of truth to create the future, and she also wants to change her country and civilization."

"Elena's ancestors used to be the one who gave the first generation saint Tito suffering and torture, but the sages of truth finally accepted her as a disciple. This used to be their territory, and the original pilgrimage on this wall was painted. It was drawn by Elena's ancestors."

The crimson goddess's eyes were like lights, and she saw through the heart of the doll.

"And now."

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

The puppet Oran opened his mouth wide, which he never expected to be like this.

It is also known for the first time.

The origin of this heart in your body.

Even Saint Raphael, who was on the side, was helplessly shocked by the news.

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

"A lot of things have been born in this world, and many things have been extinct."

"But there are some things that 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 lives called Wisdom Seeds in this world."

"It's going to be passed on forever."

"Everything has a beginning and everything has an end."

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

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

Reach out.

pressed on his heart.

Oran used to be grateful for this heart, because it was its power that saved him from disaster.

But Oran hated the heart again, because it trapped him and killed all the Talings.

Now.

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

This heart is not dead, this heart is alive.

It is not a dark corruption to devour itself.

It's beating, it's surging.

It's burning blood.

The puppet Oran read out the name of the ancient existence: "Elena!"

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After San Rafael and the doll Oran left.

All the three-leaf symbiotes gathered in the Sanctuary of Truth, and the red-haired demigod ascended the Flesh Throne.

Everyone began to discuss the meaning of the Oracle of Insai.

No one dared to ignore the meaning, because each oracle of Insai represented the beginning of a new era.

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

The Crimson Goddess thought for a long time and summed up the general content of the oracle.

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

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

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

The Crimson Goddess looked at everyone and said to them.

"This era!"

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"Everything is the same as before, still the era of wisdom and power."

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

Alpans: "Lord Vivien, this oracle seems to have nothing to do with us."

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

Vivien also had an idea in her heart.

She stood up and said her thoughts seriously.

"Maybe we should also look for an heir to the will of the saints to join this race for the seat of the true god."

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