From then on, the mainland had gods.

As he said, Morpheus reversed the continent of Oskarna and the continent of Modian, and connected the two continents. After all, isolation is always the stupidest way. The nature of human beings is no different. This world

There is no distinction between superior and inferior brought by the mainland.

Immediately, He crushed the mountain of gods and demons into powder, but the powder did not completely dissipate in the air. Instead, it mixed with the dust and turned into something similar to gray mist.

Even if such an existence can disappear invisible in the air, it is because it has been bathed in the strange magical mist that can transform humans into goblins for thousands of years. Morpheus did not let these mist dissipate, but turned around.

Let these mist become His weapon.

He also selected a few people who were very prominent and loyal in various magic fields from those who had followed him, and gave them secondary godheads, allowing them to take charge of the authority in their respective magic fields, and based on

Their respective fields have been given titles.

When the five gods asked him what name he wanted to give himself, he looked at her.

"All things are in your palm." She smiled slightly: "Then let's call him the God of All Things."

"What about you?" He asked.

She looked at Him with a smile.

Morpheus understood, and he thought for a moment: "That is...the Angel of Destiny."

For countless days and nights afterwards, Morpheus wondered if things would have been different if he had just changed her name, not said the word destiny, and let everyone else or the gods know her true identity.

But there is never if in the world.

It is inevitable that she is the angel of fate, and her subsequent fall is also inevitable.

After the names of the gods were determined, the world's belief system also matured.

As a result, temples began to appear in every corner of the continent, and the number of clergy gradually increased. Bishops, priests, and the lower levels became clear. Commoners and nobles entered the temples to pray together. In front of the gods, all living beings were equal.

At the same time, magic is gradually being explored more, and more and more people are beginning to practice magic. Classes are broken down and then re-established, and this establishment has more of a civilized meaning than before, whether it is magic or magic.

Both the Dean Continent and the Oskar Continent have gradually established ruling regimes in the true sense.

At the beginning, the monarchy came from absolute divine right. Gradually, the two powers were divided and mixed. Later, sometimes, the two powers were separated. When they were separated, the two powers were sometimes sharply opposed to each other.

When war breaks out, theocracy and political power will be closely linked.

Just like the relationship between Oscana Continent and Modian Continent, the war sometimes spreads, and sometimes the monarchs of the two places shake hands and make peace, or reach some kind of consensus and establish diplomatic relations or trade relations.

The two depend on each other and coexist, covering and governing this land together.

Of course, gods will not interfere in such mundane matters. As long as faith exists at all times, it is enough.

The development of history finally broke away from the initial ignorance and entered the real formal stage.

At this time, humans who have entered deeper levels of magic practice suddenly realize the power of fate.

To be more precise, what they discovered was of course not destiny itself, but the success rate of magic release. The element of magic would not always favor them. At the beginning, most magicians tended to compare the failure of magic release with their proficiency.

But as time went by, another argument quietly emerged.

The release of magic is related to the favor of fate.

The more favored by fate, the higher the success rate of magic release.

Later, slowly, the temple began to let pure boys and girls become the so-called "sons of god" and "goddess". These children were respected by thousands of people, but they could only remain pure forever, and they knelt down and worshiped in the temple day and night, just asking for their fate.

temper.

They knelt down to worship the temple of the God of All Things, and all their prayers and supplications reached the ears of Morpheus, and naturally also reached the ears of the real destiny.

The golden temple of Xisidiche has been built. The huge and beautiful statue of the God of All Things stands in the center of the temple. The girl with huge white wings sits on the shoulders of the statue, looking down at the pure white boy and the boy kneeling in the magic light.

The girls, and beside her, was the god of all things who already had the prototype of later Morpheus, sitting in a relaxed posture.

Gods are naturally busy, and the five slave gods are often too busy to be seen. That is to say, in recent years, the entire continent has stabilized, magic and belief systems have matured, and everyone has gradually become more leisurely. And Morpheus has divided his authority.

He was a little more leisurely than the five slave gods. He leaned casually on the face of his statue and looked sideways at her: "Do you want to answer their prayers?"

Even though she became the Angel of Destiny, Morpheus never asked her to do anything. Her life seemed to be the same as before. Most of the time, she was still a spectator and observer. Human beings did not even know this.

The existence of this angel is due to the fact that there is no statue of her in the golden temple.

Morpheus once asked her if she needed to give human beings divine enlightenment. She thought for a moment, but still refused.

She has never been a god, so she does not need followers or anyone to believe in her. Whether humans know it or not is meaningless to her. In this case, why bother?

But this time, she suddenly felt like giving it a try.

So she jumped down from the shoulders of the statue, and her huge snow-white wings held up her body. She landed in front of humans, but her figure was not revealed.

She stepped forward with bare feet, condensed a small golden scissor in the void, then picked out a small strand of the extremely thick red thread that the magic was completely directed at herself, and then cut it.

"Destiny responds to you."

"Destiny can be sung, destiny can be appointed, destiny can also...be abandoned."

As a result, the sons and goddesses of the Golden Temple obtained these three secret magical arts, which became the most important secret of why the Golden Temple can stand at the top of the temple in the entire continent. Only they can release the magic.

Strengthening and weakening the success rate can increase or decrease the strength of the warrior.

Things should continue to develop like this. The gods exist independently of each other, control their own authority without interfering with each other, and watch and protect the world for a long time. And she and Morpheus will continue to be interdependent like this for thousands of years, until the endless years.

However, both she and Morpheus forgot one thing.

Before gods become gods, they are first human beings.

Gods do not have divine personality. The reason why they can become gods is because they possess powers that are difficult for others to match.

Those who originally possess power are strong enough and naturally ambitious enough.

When the initial enthusiasm and passion after becoming gods dissipated, the continent stabilized, and life became unchanged, the essence that had been hidden deep in their souls would resurface.

They are in charge of their respective magic fields, but the essence of magic is in the hands of her, the angel of fate.

The gods gave birth to greed.

So on a certain day, they picked a day when the God of all things was not around, suddenly launched an attack, and tore the Angel of Destiny into pieces.

Destiny fell, the world shook, and when Morpheus rushed back, the blue-purple Dragon Throat flowers were stained with the blood of Destiny, and the gods had already eaten the fragments of Destiny, and each had mastered part of the power of Destiny.

Then there were some broken pictures recording this history that was recorded by humans in the name of "falling into the sky", but the facts were very different from what was recorded in human history.

Red almost covered the entire picture. The scroll pattern of the Ionian columns in front of the temple was dyed red. It was like a solid liquid connected into lines and then into surfaces. Even the sky turned into a strange and sad red.

In those scenes, the blood of the gods splashed in the air, and the land was dyed red in large tracts. With the power of destiny, the god became more powerful than before, and even had the power to almost shake the god of all things. In several scenes,

, Ye Sewei almost felt that Morpheus was going to lose.

But in the end, it was the god dressed in black who stood at the end.

Black Yi couldn't see any blood, but it was obvious that he had been seriously injured.

There was some kind of madness in his eyes. He looked at the seriously injured slave gods lying on the ground and sneered lowly: "How dare you...!"

The God of Fire and Light coughed up a large mouthful of blood. He covered the fatal wound on his abdomen and laughed sarcastically: "Are you going to let you alone dominate your destiny? Look at your reaction, what? Are you falling in love with her?

?"

The anger on Morpheus's face became visibly thicker. He leaned over and lifted the skirt of the God of Fire and Light, and pinched his chin mercilessly: "How dare you blaspheme her——!"

"Hahahahahahahaha -" the God of Fire and Light laughed crazily: "You dare to do it but don't dare to admit it. You think you are hiding it well, but you have already blasphemed her countless times in your heart.

Come on! Do you think she didn’t see you holding the Dragon Throat Flower in a daze? Do you think she..."

His voice stopped suddenly, and Morpheus removed his jaw and brutally pulled out his tongue.

However, he was confused for a moment because of the other party's last words.

And this moment is already a huge flaw in the battle between gods.

Morpheus knocked down all the gods, but also gave the dying gods an opportunity to launch a final attack on him.

However, such a desperate attack did not really work.

A barrier blocked most of the damage from the attack. Morpheus lowered his head in shock, and the blue-purple Dragon's Throat Flower that had been treasured in his arms fell out.

It was she who blocked the blow for Him.

She had left the seeds of destiny in Him a long time ago. The other gods need to share destiny in order to gain the power of destiny, but He has already embraced destiny without knowing it.

The originally fatal attack turned into some kind of sleeping seal. He finally couldn't hold it any longer and slowly sat down next to the God-killing sarcophagus.

Dragon's Throat Flowers stained with the blood of fate are no longer blooming flowers of fate, but because their owner was killed by the gods, they turned into the fragrance of fatal torture to the gods.

As long as he smells this smell, he will be reminded of her death. He hates this smell.

But He also just wanted to sleep in her smell.

Even if your body is broken to pieces, even if your liver and gallbladder are broken.

The God of Fire and Light was right. He had already fallen in love with her when he first saw her as a boy and was kicked into the abyss by her.

At that time, he didn't know that this was his fate.

And later, when He knew that she was destiny.

——He dared not look at fate from now on.
To be continued...