Sunrise mountains on the giant island of Ruhe.

Waterfalls in the sky fell one after another from the sea of ​​clouds and mist, like bridges or roads leading to the kingdom of the **** of desire and alchemy.

The construction of the Miracle Sky Garden has been completed, the adjustment of the Heavenly Stone has been completed, and the construction of the cycle of the entire kingdom has also been completed.

The most distinctive features of this country are waterfalls and water. You can see winding waterfalls and rivers winding around Sky Island, and silver flowers of God are blooming everywhere they pass. The flowing water seems to hold up the whole country.

Look carefully, the water reveals the power of complex emotions, and the power of emotions is nourishing the flowers of desire.

There are lights here.

On the other side of the sky island, the water belt surrounds another smaller island.

Looking across the river, one can see tall towers standing tall, and faintly hear the loud roar of mechanical creations and alchemy workshops. The sky is densely packed with phantom gears, and the light on the towers illuminates the distance.

It looks like everything is ready for its journey to the astral world.

Under the garden castle, Iva stood under the rainbow tree and looked at the starry sky in the distance.

"Star Realm, we can finally go."

"It's like witch doctors."

Iva was also a little excited. From the time he came to this world with a lamp, everything he wanted seemed to be gradually realized one by one.

His kingdom is getting bigger and bigger, his power has changed the world and the times, he already has a huge number of believers and followers, and he is no longer the lonely ferryman on the sea of ​​stars in the past.

And now he will also leave this world, go to the starry sky, and even more distant places.

These are things he could never have imagined.

However, he expected the same.

At this time, Oran, the **** of happiness and wishes, came to Iva's side and handed a letter to Iva with both hands.

"God, is the letter from Duma, the king of angels."

This letter is not the letter from the rainbow tree, but sent by the angel of the Kingdom of Brightness in person. It is extraordinarily solemn, and it also shows that its meaning is different.

Iva opened the letter, and after reading it, he told Oran the contents of the letter.

"Duma, the king of angels, has decided to join the contract of the gods and list the Winged Man and the Land of Light as the places of belief of the gods."

"She invited us to go to Bright Kingdom to discuss this matter together."

"It's time for you to go there!"

Oran nodded: "In this way, we can choose professions such as alchemist and tower keeper from Wingman. The potential of Wingman is still very high, and we can just complete this matter before going to the Star Realm."

Iva: "Of course, after all, the winged people are also a race created by the mother of life."

Next, Ivar said another thing.

"Also, Duma, the King of Angels, and Romil, the King of Throne Angels, mentioned something about us."

"Pain and medicine did not stick to their original heart and vows, and chose a path that ran counter to ours."

He was originally a person who seemed to have no emotions or desires, but at this moment he uttered words with emotions, even though he still had that divine face when he said these words.

Finally, Iva looked at Oran and said.

"It seems!"

"He's not the one walking with us."

"Even less qualified to follow us to that distant starry sky."

Although it was just a simple negation, for a God Chosen, it was basically equivalent to a death sentence.

When God Iva spoke, Oran listened quietly.

Finally, Iva left under the tree and prepared to enter the astral world again.

"When we go."

"By the way, let's examine the other gods and see if they are involved in this matter."

"After we come back, we will formulate a monitoring system. Now that this kind of thing has happened, after we enter the star realm, there will still be people who will become more reckless."

"It seems that the oath alone cannot restrain them, and some other methods must be relied upon."

Oran put his hands on his chest, and slightly bowed his head to Iva who was leaving.

"I see."

Evil Peninsula.

The Temple of the God of Pain and Potion, this is a building that looks like a huge crucible, it looks extremely luxurious, there are huge glass windows everywhere, and the walls and pillars are inlaid with precious stones, gold and silver.

Originally, the God of Pain and Potion's battle of faith on the Evier Peninsula was retreating steadily, almost to the point where it could not stand, but in the past few years, with the help of the land of light, it has gradually grown, allowing it to take root in the Evil Peninsula. .

In the botanical garden behind the temple, the god-chosen is sitting on a seat under a tall tree that is fully actinized, receiving prayers and worship from servants from various dioceses.

There is fanaticism in these people's eyes.

And he was also intoxicated by it.

He arrogantly accepted the adoration of mortals, swore an oath to himself, and watched them give his all.

"I am God!"

"The **** of pain and medicine, the **** who brought extraordinary medicine to this world."

He once swore an oath in front of God Iva and explained his path, but after so many years, he seems to have become somewhat forgotten.

There is no way, the road to becoming a **** is so difficult, and it is okay to use some means in the midst of difficulties and helplessness, right?

Or use it in the Land of Light and on those Wingmen, who cares?

It's good to cover up after becoming a god.

He even felt that as long as he became a god, even if these old things about him were revealed, so what?

It's just some mortals, how can you punish a **** for some mortals?

He has already forgotten that he was once a mortal, a lucky man who was born in a commoner family on Ruhe Judao, and finally came to this point after rising in the Alchemy Academy in his hometown.

He also once walked into the hall of the gods with ideals, and piously narrated to the gods the great road he was going to practice.

"If this goes on, I'll be able to..."

He admired his temples and places of worship.

At this time, a ray of light suddenly fell from the sky and fell into the garden.

The God of Pain and Potion immediately stood up and looked at the place where the light gathered in panic.

"God of happiness and wishes."

Olan stepped out of the light, and he fixed his eyes on the **** in front of him. Just as the other party was about to salute, Olan raised his hand to block it, as if he did not accept the other party's greeting.

The man looked at the myth in front of him in astonishment, not understanding what the other party meant.

Oran: "From now on, you don't need to salute me."

"Because you are no longer one of us."

The man took two steps back in shock and looked at Oran with wide eyes.

He understood immediately.

For a moment, he seemed to have suffered a great injustice, and questioned Olan with a strong sense of incomprehension.

"Why?"

"What did i do wrong?"

Oran stood in front of the other party: "You know what you have done."

The other person opened his mouth to say something but closed it again.

He looked at Oran who had come in person, and knew that he could no longer deceive himself and conceal himself.

In the end, all his performances were put away, and he said confidently: "It's not just me, others have done the same."

From what he said, it seems that as long as there are more people doing this, there will be no problem for him, and such behavior is right.

Oran: "I don't care about other people, but you are not allowed to do it, because you made an oath to God Iva."

He said.

"Do you still remember the words you said before God?"

The other party defended desperately, his face flushed with excitement.

"However, how long will it take to become a **** simply by spreading beliefs?"

"Do you know how many people are fighting with us?"

"Do you know the insidiousness and viciousness of those people, and the cunning of those people?"

"God of Happiness and Desire, do you think this is still the time for you to become a myth? We haven't had such a good time like you."

"If everything follows the rules and everything follows what you say, when and what price will we have to pay before we can become gods?"

Oran said, "This is the test for you."

He ignored the other party's excuses and looked directly into the other party's heart.

"Every era has its dilemmas, and this is not a reason for you to choose to give up and retreat."

"From the time you started on this path, you first gave up the path of demigods and chose the path of the mythical spirit of props, not because you had no choice, but because you were afraid of difficulties."

"You felt that the path of the prop mythical spirit was difficult, so you chose to give up the bottom line."

"Next."

"In order to become a myth faster, you chose to break your oath."

"You can't even pass this test, you even find it difficult to wait and wait like this."

"How to survive the long eternity?"

Finally, Oran looked into the other's eyes and said.

"This means that your will and persistence are vulnerable under the light of time, and that your vows and paths cannot be carried through to eternity."

"This means that you don't have the capacity to become a god."

The **** of pain and medicine clenched his fists tightly, and he finally became angry from embarrassment.

"You can't do this, you can't do that."

"We are gods, or slaves of mortals."

Oran: "You are not a god, you are just a person whose heart has been shaken and devoured by desire."

The God of Pain and Potion stepped forward, looking at Oran eagerly.

"give me a chance."

"I will soon be able to become a god, please give me another chance, don't you need another god?"

"This way the gods will be stronger, stronger than other gods."

Oran shook his head: "You think too highly of yourself, there is no shortage of you in the alchemy **** system."

"Even if you become a myth, we don't lack a **** who can't walk with us."

The existence of God's Chosen seems high and high to ordinary people, but in the eyes of some people, it doesn't seem so noble.

Olan stretched out his hand, and the realm of the Kingdom of God descended.

A huge lighthouse extended from behind, and with the roar of machinery and gears, the light distorted and pressed towards the opponent.

In the light, Oran turned into a huge shadow of a god.

The **** opened his mouth and said, "I will take back the authority given to you by God Iva at this moment."

The hand dropped, and something was pulled out of the opponent's body.

Oran has taken away the authority of the God of Pain and Potion. There is a huge difference between the power of a God Chosen who has not ascended to the Godhood, and a demigod who has already ascended to the Godhood through the first path.

And without the authority of God, he cut off all contact with all his servants in an instant.

And it wasn't just this that was taken away, but also the path of wisdom bestowed by the gods on the other party, and the pain and the power of the God's Chosen disintegrated in an instant.

The terrifying power in his body turned into a huge vortex, and his almost illusory body transformed by the power of wisdom was constantly distorted.

He yelled in despair, his words full of unwillingness.

"No!"

"This is everything I worked hard to get, and you are not qualified to take it away."

"this is mine…"

"This is what I worked hard for."

There is no suppression of the path of authority and wisdom.

The God of Pain and Potion was devoured by all living beings, swallowed by the curse, and the terrifying vortex completely swallowed itself, and then expanded into a huge puff of smoke.

Eventually, the puff continues to shrink and condense.

turned into a prop.

It was a black cauldron, emitting a powerful light.

Oran looked at the cauldron. At this moment, he suddenly remembered the appearance of the other party a long time ago. He was an astonishingly outstanding young man.

"I didn't expect that it would turn out to be such a person in the end."

Finally, pick up the item and put it away.

"Who should I find to inherit this authority?"

"Will the next person become like him?"

Withdrawing the authority of the God of Pain and Potion, it is natural to find someone to replace him.

However, it is difficult to spot a person.

Everyone on this road, who was not full of ideals and perseverance at the beginning, who did not have great ambitions and visions.

However, no one can know what he will look like in a hundred years or a thousand years.

It may be easy to find a genius, but it is far more difficult to find a person with the heart of a god.

With this question in mind, Oran left the Evil Peninsula and headed for the distance.

He just passed by here, and then he will go to the Kingdom of Light to attend the next meeting of the Kingdom of Heaven.

—

The meeting of Guangming Kingdom was held as scheduled.

Amidst the sacred bells, representatives of other gods ushered in one after another. They walked through the white palace and were greeted by beautiful angels to the side of the gorgeous garden fountain.

A long table is placed here to make the meeting look less restrained and serious.

The queen of the demon family arrived at the magic equipment city from the portal of the astral world, and rushed here to sit on the long table in the kingdom of heaven. The gods of contracts and codes Sukob and Oran arrived almost at the same time, and they also sat together superior.

Gradually, the tables filled up.

"All here?"

"They're all acquaintances!"

"Really, how many years haven't we been together?"

"Olan, I heard that you have a talent over there, and you have invented some medicine, which is very good!"

"We won't tolerate people like this. Once we find out, we will deal with them. And you heard that there is a powerful person who has colluded with the secret religion of corpse eaters..."

As soon as they met, everyone started chatting, and some gods who usually had little conflicts immediately began to sarcasm each other.

As soon as Olan sat down, his face flushed, and it could even be said to be extremely embarrassing.

But the other party was not much better, as there were more people in the divine system, naturally various things happened frequently, and he immediately dug out the other party's old background, making the other party feel ashamed, wishing he could get under the table.

Gradually, the sarcasm turned into dissatisfaction with the god-bearers of this era.

"What's going on with these people, it's really not as good as a generation."

"That's right, the road ahead has been taken care of for them. They don't need them to start and follow the steps. They all complain about this problem and that problem all day long."

"Perseverance is too bad."

"There are still excellent ones, such as the one I found recently..."

"You'd better wait until hundreds of years to say what you said, maybe the person you found will be sitting in the abyss by then!"

Finally, Duma, the king of angels, also appeared and sat on the long table.

Everyone finally put away the chat and became serious.

Duma looked at everyone with a smile, and finally spoke.

"Then let's get started!"

Duma, the king of angels, asked the other gods for their opinions, and everyone expressed their strong welcome at the meeting, and welcomed that Wingman and the Land of Light could become the domain of faith covered by the contract of the gods.

And Duma also expressed his decision to sign the contract of the gods in front of everyone.

It can be said that she gave up the huge benefits of the Bright Land, and at the same time, she also took advantage of this meeting to get what she wanted through the exchange of benefits.

"Wingman and Sky Envoy can go to other places in the Land of Light, such as Ruhe Giant Island and Evill Peninsula, to survive and spread faith at the same time."

"After the Wingmen left the Land of Light, they were also sheltered in the Evil Peninsula, the Montenegro Peninsula, and the giant island of Ruhe. The Snakemen cannot use unreasonable reasons..."

"Wingman..."

The king of angels confers with the gods.

What the other party will be able to obtain in the Land of Light, what kind of preferential treatment they will get when spreading their beliefs, and what they need to abide by, these are all things that Duma can come up with.

For example, how to sign Lawyer Qi's law with Yiren Kingdom, which kingdom should the first step be carried out, and how to solve problems encountered by both parties.

For example, the cultivation of Yiren alchemists, where should the first academy be established, and whether the Department of Desire and Alchemy should choose an alchemist from the Yiren lineage to be God's Chosen to be responsible for the belief here.

Everything needs to be discussed.

On the other hand, what can the king of angels get in the areas controlled by other gods, and what can the winged people get in these areas.

On the long table, the high gods were arguing endlessly like businessmen.

The whole meeting went on for many days before it finally came to an end.

Standing at the empty long table, Duma let out a long sigh of relief standing under the fountain.

She turned her head and looked at Lomil.

"From now on, the Winged Man can truly leave the Land of Light."

"They can be anywhere else and do what they want."

Start from this moment.

It also represents that Yiren has truly stepped out of the land of light and lived and worked in peace and contentment all over the world.

The Wingman who was born to fly has a very powerful advantage in any other place.

They can send messages, spy, and do things that many snake people cannot do, and they are also needed by many countries and cities.

The Snake City will be familiar with the Wingman's existence until one day both sides will live in harmony in the same city and country.

Perhaps in this era of rapid civilization development and increasingly abundant supplies, the coexistence of the Winged Man and the Snake Man, which was once unbearable, will truly become a reality.

Romir has gone through the whole process, and he admires everything Duma has done.

He said.

"Where there is you, where your light shines."

"It's the land of light."

—

Mirror of the sky.

On the steps of the Sky Temple.

Sheila was holding a mirror looking at the picture in the world, and Sally was sitting beside her.

Seeing that the two races she had created finally had a chance to collide and merge with each other, Sally held her chin and asked Sheila.

"One is running on the ground, and the other is flying in the sky. Can the two of them really live in harmony?"

She pursed her lips in disbelief.

When she first created the Winged Man and the Snake Man, she had a good idea. One controlled the earth and soil, and the other controlled the sky and wind. They seemed to be able to perform their duties.

But even if she is the master of life, she has the power to create life and destroy the world.

In the end, many things did not go as she wished.

The conflict that broke out between the two also made Sally tired of these guys who were completely out of control and not obedient enough, so she returned from the world to the Kingdom of Creator God.

She didn't understand free will, and she didn't want to.

She also doesn't like intelligent beings who are driven by desire and fear.

Sheila said: "When interests conflict, they will fight. If the existence of the winged people can make up for what the snake people can't do, and can bring huge benefits to the country and the city, maybe the other side will welcome them. "

Sally: "Is it really that simple?"

Sheila: "I don't know, but this should be considered a brand new beginning!"

On the steps, Sally and Sheila are looking at the picture in the world.

And below the steps, the nihilistic mother was also secretly watching something.

This made Sally raise her head and just saw the mushroom man who was lazily watching the film. She immediately became curious and ran to see what the nihilium mother was watching.

Sally leaned on the mushroom man's soft body, as if she was pressing on her own big doll, watching the picture emerging from the spar.

"ah!"

"Isn't this the guy's son? A guy who doesn't look good with a crown on."

The mushroom man was flustered for a while, and then showed what he was looking at to Sally.

Sheila also came over and saw what the mushroom man was watching. She saw a shadow that she had never seen before but felt very familiar.

She suddenly understood something.

Not long after, Sheila came to the side corridor of the temple.

She looked at Yin Sai, who was looking at the moon in the sky, and came to the other side little by little.

"I know what God you are waiting for."

Yin Shen raised his head, and the moonlight shrouded him: "What am I waiting for?"

Sheila took another step forward: "You are waiting for the prince of the moon."

The moon hanging outside the world is the power and all manifestations of King Laidlich, so the name of the Prince of the Moon seems to have a special meaning from the very beginning, and it seems to be destined for something.

Yin Shen didn't answer, and Sheila already knew that she was right.

Sheila opened her mouth with a joyful and sad expression.

"So, God, you are really waiting for Jesser."

The beginning of the ancient times.

Jesser, the second king of wisdom, died on the sea, at the hands of his elder brother's descendants, those descendants of royal power who lost the blood of the **** king.

His head fell into the depths of the sea, wandering above the earth with his obsession and spirit.

Wandering for billions of years.

Even if Polo, the master of dreams, created the dream world and Sheila brought the dream star sea, he still refused to go to the dream world star sea.

That was not his homeland.

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The Creator who was staring at the moon slowly withdrew his gaze, he said.

"I'm not his god, and I don't need his belief."

He walked away under the moonlight, but the moonlight stuck tightly to his body, entangled and followed him away, and refused to give up no matter what.

In the cold moonlight, His voice came.

"It's a pity he's a stubborn guy, like..."

"Same as his father."

It's not an official routine, it may be completely different from what you imagined, and you will know it after you read it slowly.

The personality and power of the god-king are meaningless to the existence of Jesser, and there is no need to write about the repeated things of the god-king re-ascension to the throne. Writing this has more important functions and meanings. For the intelligent species .

(end of this chapter)