The god in the sky is the gestation of water and ice, and it is also the purest and noblest thing in the world.
The night was like a curtain, torn apart by black clouds. From the center of the low and depressed whirlpool, into the deep hollow where the storm was calmest, she slowly descended on this filthy world. Her body was wrapped in a huge
The crystal slowly squeezes out of the clouds, reflecting its sacred, beautiful and inviolable figure in the eyes of mortals on the ground, just like reflecting its own existence in countless transparent mirrors.
The crystal was cast from the ice and snow that fell in winter. Two chains hanging from the dark clouds crossed and surrounded the crystal, locking it tightly like a coffin that buried the coldness and numbness of the world.
An insurmountable high wall was built between her and the filthy world she was about to descend into, blocking all filthy things from entering her pure and flawless spiritual realm.
More than a hundred rivers of light rising from the ground flowed along the sky-high tower and merged into the cone-shaped bottom of the crystal. In an instant, it was like a hundred rivers flowing into the ocean, stirring up the dense blue mist that filled the sky, and the stars.
The debris and surging lamentation spread rapidly along the surface of the crystal and then froze and solidified, as if weaving a shell of ice around it, firmly covering the naked body of the goddess in the water, preventing mortals from peeking into her body with the naked eye.
With its ingenious and gorgeous beauty, one can only fixate one's gaze on that face that brings together all the divinity and spirituality, and feel a tremor from the bottom of my heart.
Her face is the face of God, which combines the complex spirituality inherent in all life with the noble and arrogant transcendent divinity: she can look very friendly, like the half-smiling expression in the famous painting "Mrs. Milosha"
, there is such innocent tenderness and compassion hanging on the corner of the mouth, and has not yet realized the cruelty of the world; but it can be as monotonous and indifferent as a rigid mechanical creation, whether it is the slightly trembling eyelashes on the closed eyes, or the soft lips.
The trace of arc lightly outlined has no warmth at all. It is just a carving by the living knife, or an artificial product carved out of ice, just to satisfy the fantasy of living creatures, although it has the beauty of a handicraft.
, but it will also keep people away, and they will not be able to have any blasphemous thoughts with their own spirit and thoughts.
Such extreme contradictions may make people feel crazy, and even make the most fanatical artists lose their minds, believing that no existing words and imagination of mortals can depict a perfect balance between this contrast between spirituality and divinity. In other words,
She is something that transcends perceptual, emotional thinking and rational mechanical logic. Perhaps she was indeed created by the hands of life, but she broke away from the control of life at the moment of birth - or on the contrary, she became the controller of life.
, control their thoughts and beliefs.
On the top of the goddess's head, there is a gathering of icy and cold air, forming a vortex of ice crystals that rotates like a gear, and is like a cold silver halo condensed by ice; behind it are six thin rhombus-shaped ice crystal wings, which are not
Directly connected to the crystal, it floated beside her, swaying and relaxing leisurely. When the diamond-shaped ice wings flapped in the night sky and rolled up a roaring storm, there were countless tiny ice crystals in the vortex at the top.
It fell and floated towards the ground in a flurry, disintegrating and scattered in the middle, turning into chaotic snowflakes all over the sky, causing the largest snowstorm in Nimshel City in a century.
The dense snow curtain was visible to the naked eye, and soon it buried the city, turning the field of vision into a vast expanse of white. Every building in the city was covered with snow-white coats, and every pedestrian was being attacked by the wind and snow.
.The river that was boiling in Gudu just now froze in an instant, and the trembling aliens and monsters in the river fled one after another, some even fled to the streets, triggering a burst of panic screams; the blowing wind and snow piled up on people's faces in the blink of an eye.
Countless dead trees and railings were crushed at the ankles, making it extremely difficult to walk on the spacious streets. Snowflakes and ice crystals were everywhere, and one did not know where to go to escape the disaster.
The traffic situation has fallen into complete chaos. Policemen wearing thick cold-proof clothing and staff from the Natural Disaster Detection Bureau are organizing emergency evacuations. The crowds follow their instructions and move slowly in the wind and snow, but the oldest building may also be
Being crushed by a snowstorm of this scale, even the calmest person cannot remain indifferent in the face of such a disaster, so the casualties caused are as heavy as one can imagine.
In Queen Ledice's greenhouse garden, the dome, which had a hole long ago, could not bear the weight of the snow, and collapsed with a rumble, burying half of the branches and flowers and leaves, while the remaining half was filled with the cold water pouring into the greenhouse.
It quickly withered in the wind. In the past, in order to please his queen, the king spent a huge amount of wealth to build this garden that was like spring all year round. The wealth was filled with the blood and tears of the Dorothien people, and now it is in their prayers.
It has been corrected in the past, and the pain that the past king inflicted on the people has been redressed in another way, thus proving that the existence of God is not an illusion, but the desire in people's hearts.
Rochelle had walked down the steps and was standing in front of the sacred stone in the center of the greenhouse garden. She was unmoved by the crumbling ruins surrounding her. It seemed that her eyes could only accommodate such a small thing. He could see that
The arrival of the spring spirit god instantly used her power to shape the wind, snow and cold winter in Nimshel City, but she could not be seen breaking open the crystal and truly coming to the world, because her eyes were always
It was tightly closed, with no tendency to open, as if it had fallen into an eternal sleep.
Of course, because it is not so easy to conceive of a god, the beliefs of more than a hundred Quanling believers can only shape her body, but cannot awaken her true divinity. If left unchecked, I am afraid that the earth will not wait for it.
With the arrival of the Witch-Crimson Nightgate, the night watchmen of Nimsher City and the arbitrators of the Scales of Order will be able to eliminate it and calm down this snowstorm that has not happened in a century.
The solution is also very simple: if your faith is not enough, make up for it.
At this moment, all the believers have been decomposed into the pure power of faith and integrated into the body of the spring spirit god. She only lacks a driving core. Therefore, the only people who can make up for this deficiency are
That leaves Rochelle.
The practitioners of the Wotu Sect have been prepared for this, otherwise they would not appear here.
He stared at the golden holy stone in front of him with deep eyes. It formed the core of the ritual of praying to gods and refining magic. Therefore, some people once called this magic "holy stone magic", but that person had already joined the religious order.
Died in a crusade against the coalition forces of various countries, and Alexander, the conceptual machine god she created together with hundreds of millions of believers, was also lost at the end of time and space.
Union of religious orders, constructed mechas, philosophers, war, magic, magic... The hidden power in this world, the behemoth hidden behind the fog of history, is sometimes so terrifying that it is unimaginable.
Although, starting from today.
They will no longer be invincible.
Rochelle pressed his palm on the surface of the holy stone and felt the warm touch from his palm, blocking the harsh frost wind in winter. What he had said to the Spring Spirit believers before suddenly appeared in his mind. He said faith
It’s not that complicated, and it doesn’t require so many gorgeous pretense. You just need to follow your inner desires and say your prayers. Because gods are born to respond to the prayers of believers and to fulfill the wishes of believers.
And exists.
So, what are your inner desires and your lifelong long-cherished wish? If you don’t understand this, you won’t be able to dedicate your purest faith, let alone become the core of the conception of a god, and call her to wake up from her slumber.
The old and kind face of the teacher and his last words before his death suddenly flashed through the mind of the traveler, and he suddenly understood.
He spoke softly, not like the previous believers who used hysterical filial piety or crazy greedy demands to express their desire for God, but in a very calm tone, as if he was talking to an old friend he had not seen for many years: "I
The wish—that is, the wish of the believer."
"True believers are not saved by gods."
"But..."
"Save the gods."
As the words fell, the ground trembled, and the earth and rocks wailed.
A thick and heavy earth-yellow light pillar soared into the sky from Yongxia Palace.