many years ago.

When the witch doctor apostle Matafus had just written "The Theory of Wisdom Seed Perfection" and "The Eternal Kingdom", Xiao got the two books of gods just written by Matafus, and at the same time exposed that he had awakened secret.

And it was also at this time that Asai, the God of Knowledge, also woke up and pushed open the door of myth that He possessed.

behind the door of truth.

Asay stood leaning on his cane in the sea of ​​information, while Sukob and Polik came to see him.

Asai first looked at Su Kebu and said to him.

"Go to the God of Witch Doctors, they are the servants of the Creator, they will replace the Supreme to convey the oracle and guide the world."

"They will guide us on the path to God's Moon and eternity."

Then, Asai looked at Polik.

"I want you to do something."

According to the oracle of Asai, the **** of knowledge, the ghost Polik arrived at the Holy Mountain of Light and descended on this heaven of winged men and sky angels.

On the top of the mountain shrouded in sunlight, in front of the arches of white palaces. The angel Romir greeted Polik's arrival.

"Messenger of the God of Knowledge, welcome to your arrival."

In a sense, the two are somewhat similar, their identities in the kingdom of light and knowledge.

Romir didn't know why Polik came, but he still took him to the temple.

At this time, there were no **** statues erected in the temple of the Holy Mountain of Light, and the king of angels, Duma, who transformed himself into three people with the magic of the Trinity and created all the sky angels with his own spirituality, stood under the altar.

Duma, the king of angels, asked, "Why did you come?"

Polik raised his head: "Help you create mythical props." Then he specifically looked at the avatar of the King of Angels representing personality: "Also, help you get the spiritual door."

Both Duma and Romil were stunned. They had never seen someone come to tell others so bluntly, saying that they wanted to help others become gods.

As if a little too shocked, Duma asked after a while. "When you say help, how do you help?"

Polik said: "I will help your servant Romir achieve mythology in the form of artifacts. I can give you a set of secret techniques tailored for you, and arrange a large-scale god-making ceremony."

"The winged people have been passed down from the beginning of the era to the present. As a race born at the same time as the snake people, they have cultivated in the Land of Light for so many years."

"You have accumulated enough background, and you have quite a few powerful people."

"Based on your accumulation, even if you only extract a small part of Yiren's background, it is more than enough to support a mythical item."

"And with the mythical props, Duma, you can transform all the qualified people in the entire Wingman Kingdom into sky angels."

"that time."

"The doors of spirituality will open for you."

Duma frowned immediately after hearing this.

"You mean sacrifice?"

Polik shook his head: "There is no good or evil in any method, it just depends on how you use it and where you use it."

Polik: "And more importantly, times have changed." Dumas: "What do you mean?"

Polik: "The era of the star world and the true **** is coming, as long as the master of the **** system can control the kingdom of heaven to reach the root of the moon of God." "At that time, the master of the **** system will ascend to the position of the true god."

"The spirits of all powerful beings attached to their kingdoms will turn into soul species, and follow the Lord of the God Series to reach the other shore of eternal life." Polik said to Duma.

"You can sign a contract with all the winged human beings. They will bring everything into your country after death, instead of choosing to enter the fantasy star sea and support your kingdom of mythical props."

"And you will fulfill your promise in the future, leading all the Winged Human Powers who signed the contract to the eternal shore."

"It's just a deal."

"If you can fulfill it, you will be their eternal god.

God who gave them a future and hope. "

"Of course, if you can't honor it, you will be an evil **** who sacrificed them, trampled on their bones, and devoured their wisdom and consciousness and everything they achieved to achieve eternal life."

Polik's voice was devoid of emotion, but his voice cut straight to the heart.

"Duma, do you have the courage and determination to become a true god?" "Or do you want to protect the winged people, and the perseverance of being the king of angels is just that?"

Lomir said at this time: "Master Duma has her own decision, and you don't need to judge it."

Polik's words didn't stop: "Duma, and Romil."

"This Land of Light is not what it used to be."

"In the past, this place was separated from other places by the distant sea, and by the desert of the sun."

"But now, whether it is the sea or the desert, it is no longer a natural barrier."

"More and more alien races are flocking here, and more and more strong men are coming here, and the eyes of the gods will be completely cast on this former backwater."

"Winged people without gods, how can they protect themselves, and how can they not be eaten by other gods and evil gods?"

"Are you relying on the sense of justice of the gods?"

"Duma, you have witnessed the coming of the myth and the battle of the gods."

"Do you believe in these things?"

Polik speaks the brutal, naked truth.

"The only thing that can restrain a **** is the power that makes them jealous and fearful."

Duma was silent, and after a while, three eight-winged sky envoys with identical faces raised their heads at the same time.

She asked, "Is this the meaning of the God of Knowledge?"

As soon as the words fell, a strong will and power projected from a distant place through the dream world and landed on Polik.

Polik's appearance changed immediately, from the original appearance of the ancient gods, he gradually changed into a young man in the form of a god. The boy raised his head and said in a slightly heavy voice.

"That's what I meant, Douma."

Asai looked at Duma's appearance, and seemed to be sizing her up seriously. Perhaps it was hard to imagine that a guy like Xiao would have a daughter, would a guy like that have a family?

Maybe there is, but he probably won't care!

Duma looked directly into Asai's eyes: "What I want to ask is, what price do we have to pay?"

A Sai shook his head: "You don't need to pay any price, I will get it myself."

Duma was puzzled: "Who can I get it from?"

A Sai smiled: "Of course someone will pay for it, you don't have to worry about it." Duma still finds it hard to understand, just like she can't understand her father Xiao, she also finds it hard to understand the behavior of the God of Knowledge in front of her .

"Why are you helping me?"

Asai leaned on his cane and stood in the temple with great effort. He said.

"As long as it's not Xiao, anyone can get the spiritual door." "But."

"I want to make sure he never gets it."

"I want to cut off his path to become a **** with the four roots, so that he can only choose the road of the true **** of the race." The four parts, as long as the intelligent species does not die, they will always be there." "The true **** of the race depends on the race and the oath."

"Compared to the former, the latter's eternity is at least flawed." Asai's meaning is obvious, he never wants a guy like Xiao to get real eternity and become a real immortal .

He wants to cut off the opponent's eternity first, and then cut off the opponent's way forward.

He may not know what Xiao's plan is, and what Xiao is planning.

He doesn't have to know it all.

He wants little by little, one after another.

Block Xiao's way forward, and then completely defeat him with a stronger posture.

He said: "I would love to have a look, and when I find out everything is completely

When there is no hope, will that guy also despair? "

Duma lowered her head: "Do you also hate what he did?" Asai said indifferently: "What he wants to be, what he wants to do."

"It has nothing to do with me."

"However, he shouldn't have dragged me into this nightmare cycle." "We've all done some wanton things, and we all have to pay for them."

"Once some things are done, even if you die, even if you fall into the boundless darkness, you still can't break free."

"So does he."

"Even if he escapes to this era, to the end of time, it is impossible for him to escape."

After Asai said this, his consciousness was withdrawn a little bit.

Looking at Asai's back, Duma suddenly said: "Aren't you afraid of my relationship with him, and that I will return the power of the spiritual gate to him?"

Asay asked her indifferently: "Oh, will you?" After saying this, Asay's shadow disappeared, leaving only the ghost Polik there.

Asay did not wait for Duma's answer.

And Duma didn't speak any more.

Indeed, Duma would never hand over the future of the Winged Man and the Sky Angel to each other's hands. She couldn't imagine how terrible that would be. dusk hour.

Duma, who has a human body, brought Lomier to the Heavenly Kingdom Bell Tower of Guangming Holy Mountain. He listened to the evening bell ringing and watched the lights of thousands of families light up one after another in the distance.

As far as the eye can see, there are countless lights, one city after another, and thousands of Yiren towns and villages.

All of this is the home they guard.

Romil followed closely behind Duma, who had a human body, and looked at Duma with a gratified and satisfied smile on his face.

The wind lifted her long hair, she pointed to the distance and said.

"Romir."

"If you could become everyone's god, what kind of **** would you like to be?"

Romir seemed to have been thinking about something because of the day's affairs, and when he heard this, he opened his mouth slightly and let out a sound.

"ah?"

Duma turned her head to look at Romil, with lights and clouds behind her. "Long ago, I learned that God is not who I thought he was."

"Since then, I have been thinking about what kind of **** I would be if I could become a god."

"I want to become the **** I once dreamed of, and build a country of my dreams."

"Although, after so long, I am still very far from this ideal."

"And the world I'm looking forward to is still out of reach."

Romir asked: "Lord Duma, what kind of **** do you imagine?"

Duma replied: "At all costs, the God who protects everyone."

"A merciful, loving God."

"No matter how powerful he is, he is merciful to mortals, because he is our God."

Duma laughed. For some reason, even though she was smiling, it still made people feel a little sad.

"Isn't it a little naive?"

"Feels a little silly?"

But Romir said quickly: "No, that's not the case!" He seemed a little nervous and didn't know what to say next. Duma said: "It's so naive and stupid. The gods are so powerful, how could their will be shifted by mortals?"

"Everything was my fantasy at that time."

"But, I want to be a mortal god!"

"Because, I once so longed to have such a god."

Duma looked at Romir and said very seriously.

"Since the abyss fell into the world, we have migrated here from Mount Fenbokin. We have escaped the most chaotic era, and we have enjoyed enough peaceful time."

"But now, we can no longer migrate

Gone far. "

"In the age of the gods, there are no real gods in the winged people."

"We've fallen too far behind."

"But we cannot entrust the fate of the Winged Man to other people's hands, because no matter what, they will not be the kind of gods we expect and want."

It was at this moment that Duma seemed to have made a certain decision. The next day, Duma went to see Polik, the ghost.

I also got the ceremony tailored for them from the other party.

Duma and Romir did not fully trust the God of Knowledge, even though the God of Knowledge and Polik had helped them complete the seal of the abyss, they spent a long time analyzing and calculating this mythical item. Apotheosis ceremony.

It has to be said that, as the reincarnation of Anhofus, the creator of the path of props becoming gods, Asai's understanding of the path of props becoming gods surpasses everyone else.

The method he gave amazed Duma and Romir. What kind of mythical props should be selected for refining, and finally Duma gave the right to choose to Romil.

And Romir immediately made a decision.

"Mythological props, let's make this holy mountain of light!"

"In this case."

"This sacred mountain of light is not only our heaven, but also your divine seat."

Romil stood at the other end of the long table, looking at the patterns carved on the stone table.

"The range is still limited. It is impossible to cover the entire Bright Land. The Bright Land is too big."

"Even if we spend all our resources, we can only cover at most one kingdom around the Holy Mountain of Light."

"In this case, the effect may be much weaker, and the time will at least double."

Duma shook his head: "There is another method, which can make the scope of the ceremony go from one kingdom to three kingdoms."

"The three kingdoms at the foot of the Holy Mountain of Light gather the core area of ​​the entire Yiren, so it should be almost the same."

"However, a cornerstone is needed to support it."

Romir asked, "What cornerstone?"

Duma smiled and replied, "I will prepare it for you?"

On this day, the masters of the temples of the winged kingdoms of the major kingdoms came to the foot of the Holy Mountain of Light, and the families of powerful people came to be summoned by the King of Angels.

It was also on this day that a certain contract seemed to be signed between the God of Angels and the Winged Man.

Also known as the Covenant of Heaven.

It is said that this contract was actually written into a document, with the real name signed by Duma, the king of angels, on it, and it was preserved in a certain temple in the world.

After the signing of the heavenly contract, it also represents the official beginning and first step of this plan to become a god.

At this moment, the three Dumas walked out of the temple at the same time.

A battle angel in armor, a goddess in a white robe, and an eight-winged angel holding a quill and a scroll.

The three walked out from different doors and walked in three directions. "Dang Dang Dang Dang~"

The bells of heaven kept ringing.

The three dumas walked down the three stairs of the kingdom of heaven step by step.

It was also at this time that Lomir knew what those three cornerstones were. It turned out that Duma planned to use himself as the three core cornerstones of the ceremony to arrange the ceremony of becoming a god.

Let Romir achieve the myth as quickly as possible, so as not to have long nights and dreams.

She walked all the way down the stairs to the bottom of the Holy Mountain of Light, only one step away from the world.

And Lomir has been following behind the white robe Duma representing the personality body. He seems to want to say something, but he doesn't know how to say it.

At the last moment, he finally raised his head and mustered up the courage to say something.

but.

At this moment, the beautiful King of Angels turned his head and spoke first.

she says.

"Romir."

"It's time for me to guard you and become a god!"

Romir's tears

With a face full of tears, he knew that the other party was telling him that the decision he had made would not be changed.

He knelt on the ground on one knee and saluted each other.

"Then, I will become your throne."

Duma wiped away Romir's tears, just like when Romir was a child, she was still so gentle.

"I will return at that time too, the Trinity returns"

"Climb to the throne you prepared for me."

This is an agreement between them, no contract, no paperwork, no signature required.

But stronger than anything else, indelible.

finished.

The shadow of the king of angels fell into the world without a trace.

Under the bright sunshine, the shadows of white feathers fell all over the sky. Dazzlingly beautiful.

"Buzz!"

A beam of light rushed to the sky, and the bright holy mountain heaven rose from the center of the three kingdoms and floated towards the sky.

That's the power of the pumice stone.

Immediately afterwards, the temples in the three kingdoms of the Oracle Kingdom, the Good News Kingdom, and the Silence Kingdom burst out with light one after another, faintly connecting with that heaven.

From the place closest to the Holy Mountain of Light, one by one, it spreads to the distance like a relay.

In the temple on the Holy Mountain of Light.

Romir stood under the statue of Duma who didn't know when it stood upright, looking up at their king of angels.

After many years, he once again remembered the question Duma asked him that night when he looked at the lights in the world.

"Romir."

"If you could become everyone's god, what kind of **** would you like to be?"

But Romil didn't say anything until the end.

At this moment, when no one was around, he spoke to the statue.

"I don't know what kind of **** I want to be, but in my heart, you are the most perfect god!"

"The perfect king of angels."

With the signing of the contract of the kingdom of heaven, after spending the entire land of light and the accumulated heritage of the sky envoys, a ritual array spanning the three kingdoms was created.

From that moment on.

After the powerful persons of the three kingdoms die, they will come to this holy mountain of light according to the power of rituals and contracts, and become part of this heavenly kingdom.

Day after day, year after year.

Unlike the situation on the giant island of Ruhe, the entire Wingman Kingdom is their exclusive territory.

Recently, however, this has begun to change.

The Land of Light has also become more and more chaotic. More and more alien races are coming here, and powerful people and even apostles are constantly causing all kinds of chaos in the Land of Light.

The shadows of the abyss, hell, and purgatory are constantly emerging, and various powerful organizations have also begun to settle in the Land of Light.

It was exactly as expected by Duma, the king of angels.

If they don't take any action, then the gods or a group of gods will carve up the entire land of light and the kingdom of the winged people.

It's like a gluttonous feast.

Fortunately, they have already started the layout in advance and are ready.

And now, it's almost time.

"Master Duma!"

"Your throne is about to open."

The nine-winged angel Romil walked out of the temple and said to the angels outside.

"Let's get ready!"

overnight.

The cold wind blows from the north, accompanied by heavy snow.

The whole world became covered in silver and turned into white.

In the night sea of ​​clouds, the Ice Fairy sat on a flower of ice crystals and came with white light spots.

The light spots condensed, and she broke away from the domain and appeared in the world, stopping for a while.

And as she stopped, the surrounding wind and snow

It seems to have become softer.

"wing."

"It's the kingdom of the Winged People, it seems to be called... the Land of Light?"

The Ice Fairy glanced under the ground and remembered the name of this place.

But he just glanced at it and moved on.

And when she looked under the ground, a figure under the ground just happened to come back to this country of winged people after many years, and just looked up and saw her.

The ghost Polik looked at the ice and snow "elf" passing between the snow and the cloud, and suddenly said.

"The season of cold wind and winter."

"Messenger of ice and snow, are you here to announce that a year is about to pass?"

Although the ice and snow fairy disappeared from his sight in the blink of an eye~lightnovelpub.net~ but it has to be said that this is a good sign.

His gaze then turned to the other side of the Land of Light, and he seemed to see another figure.

A guy with original sin is walking on the earth, staring at the bright heaven with hatred.

"That guy is coming."

After Polik said something.

He also continued to move forward, heading towards the center of the Wingman Kingdom. The transparent and illusory silhouette was dressed in the robe of a three-leaf man priest, and he spoke while floating and moving on the snow.

"God Asay, is Xiao going to achieve a sixth-order **** system here? "Become the real master of the abyss!"

Asay's voice came from the dream world, echoing in Polik's consciousness.

"It doesn't matter if he is or not, but we are here." "Don't think about what he does, we do ours."