A faint road of clouds stretches continuously from the end of the sky.
It passes through densely populated cities and plains, passes through high mountains, and passes over the icy peaks of death.
It keeps going along the sea, and keeps going.
Finally reached the end.
In front of the Sky Mirror, Sally looked at the trail of clouds stretching out from the sky and said with great dissatisfaction.
"ah!"
"My slide."
Sheila also sighed as she looked at the ladder to the sky that ran through the world, with the fairy's magic mirror in the pocket of her robe.
"The sky road that connects the world will surely benefit many people!"
Sally became even more angry when she heard this, her cheeks bulging with anger.
"That's my slide."
Sally didn't want to open the slide to others. Even if it was left idle in the warehouse, it was hers and she would never give it to others.
It's a pity that God has spoken, and the Stairway to the Sky is destined to be reopened.
Sheila looked at Sally, looked at her pouting look, and said with a smile.
"The slide is still yours, Sally, just don't let it go to waste when it's vacant."
"And you can sit down too!"
Sheila didn't understand that the feeling of being alone was different. Seeing that Sally was still unhappy, Sheila took out her magic mirror, and there was a picture of a certain demon planning to build a sky train. In the picture
, there was a drawing outlined with lines in front of the demon spirit.
A steel behemoth passed through the road of the sea of clouds, emitting white smoke and carrying thousands of people away. -
Sheila showed it to Sally, and then asked her expectantly.
"look!"
"The demon clan is planning to build a sky train that will pass through the sky ladder. This must be very interesting."
"Let's go sit together then!"
Sally turned her head, her dark green eyes slightly raised after hearing what Sheila said, as if she was thinking and imagining.
"Hmm, ride the steam train and go down the slide?"
"A new way to play?"
It sounds interesting.
Sally thought this idea was good and said immediately with a flash of eyes.
"I also have a slide in the Kingdom of God of Creation. Those iron bastards want to use my slide and ask them to build a steam train for me."
It's obviously a fairy's slide, but if the master of life says it's hers, then it's hers.
Sally remembered something again, about someone among the ancient metal doll demons.
"By the way, those iron lumps used my astral gate in vain last time."
"That's right, these guys like to take advantage. We can't let them use it in vain."
Those tough guys are very rich, and they love to take advantage of them.
It is also appropriate to ask them to offer more.
Thinking about it this way, the reason for submitting the confession became more reasonable. But Sally didn't care about this. She just found the idea very interesting and immediately became happy.
She trotted along the Mirror of the Sky.
In her eyes, she seemed to see her own slide in the Kingdom of Creation. In the form of a giant, she looked down at the ladder that connected all directions. She imagined that she was holding the front of a steam train in her hands and rushing from this end of the slide.
To the other end.
She stepped on the mirror-like water surface and ran between the sky and the water, making sounds from her mouth.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
"The car is starting to drive."
After a while.
Sheila and Sally returned to the temple, and Sheila came to the side of the temple and told God Insai who was sitting on the chair.
"God, the ladder to the sky has been reopened."
"One of the pipes has been connected to the Sky Mirror, and it's right next to us."
Yin Shen nodded, indicating that he already knew.
Sheila answered again
He asked: "God, is reopening the Stairway to the Sky just to open the passage connecting the four directions and make it convenient for people?"
Yin Shen: "This world also needs to be reopened to maintain the balance of the storm and power brought by the Luhe monster."
"Trolls are constantly changing and need a new way to create order and balance."
Sheila turned her head and looked at the Sky Mirror dome above the temple.
At this time she seemed to see something different.
This ladder to the sky not only connects all parts of the world, but it is only the lowest level.
It can also be seen that complex pipelines spread towards the sky.
Converging towards the end of everything.
The city where the gods descended.
It can be seen that these pipes and sky ladders are gradually evacuating the power of the black storm to the high sky, regulating the balance of the world, just like the atmosphere regulates the temperature balance of the earth's surface.
In this case, even if one day the master of life is no longer in the world and no longer uses his own power to suppress this power, even if the giant god Ruhe becomes more powerful.
On the earth, there will still not be a storm sea formed because the power of the God of Ruhe is too strong, causing huge damage and lethality.
Only then did Sheila understand.
It turns out that this is the real purpose of opening the Ladder to the Sky.
But Sheila also discovered that a new problem had arisen.
That is, the black storm will one day completely envelope the world and undergo a qualitative change again. What will it look like then?
The Sky Titan left Thunder Swamp, Witch Lilian went to the Capital of Familiars, False Witch Liz's obsession disappeared, and the Sky Ladder was completely opened.
Everything looks completely over.
But deep in the swamp, something is still lingering.
It was a horrible pile of rotten meat.
A huge mass of flesh densely covered with various organs.
When it saw the witch Lilian, it trembled and did not dare to get close, for fear of being discovered by her.
But when it saw Lilian riding a small boat to the kingdom in the sky, it rushed out again, wandering in the swamp of excitement and madness. Its thoughts were confused, and it had already forgotten who it was, but the strong
Emotions and desires still remain within this body.
"She went up?"
"She went in?"
"Why?"
"Why?"
"I didn't even go in, I wasn't even allowed in."
It has been chasing it all its life, wandering in the depths of Thunder Swamp year after year, but has never been able to enter the Kingdom of God.
It was mad with envy and jealousy, and the eyes on the rotten flesh were all red.
It makes different sounds, but reveals the same emotion. "Why can it go in, but I can't?"
"I also longed for your favor, God, but you didn't even look at me."
"I'm not a degenerate. It's because you didn't choose me. It was you who abandoned us."
"If you choose me, I can become your most loyal believer and dedicate everything to you."
"Why?"
"Why?"
It wandered excitedly in the original forbidden land of death, but could no longer find any trace of its past. It was completely abandoned by God, and could never enter the kingdom of the giant god again.
It could only chant why over and over again, and the voice echoed in the depths of the swamp like a vicious curse.
And as the resentment gathered.
A dark door opened behind it, which was the call of the abyss.
It sinks into the water, it falls into darkness.
It sinks infinitely downward.
Finally, it landed on a long table.
In front of the long table, a god looked at the rotten meat.
Two words were spoken: "Jealous!"
Rotten Meat’s thoughts were still confused and he just kept talking.
"What is jealousy?"
"What is jealousy?"
"Why?"
"Is it because I can't get it?"
The Evil God held his chin with one hand and seemed to be looking at the squirming rotten flesh with some boredom, with scrutiny in his eyes.
"You want it, but you can't get it."
"I want it, but I dare not say it."
"Looking forward to it, but choosing to give up."
"Sinking down into the sea of desire, but unable to see others looking for light." The God of Original Sin leaned forward slightly.
"Wanting to get something is not jealousy, nor being unwilling to get it is jealousy."
"Jealousy is not wanting something, but not wanting something."
"In other words, you think you can't get it, but you don't want to see others get it."
"I can live without it, but I don't allow others to have it."
Just like the chief attendant of the Thunder Temple for generations.
They serve the gods and long for the gods, but they cannot get the will of the gods.
While they want the love of the gods, they firmly believe that they will never get the love of the gods.
While they complained about the indifference of the gods, they indulged in their own desires.
They control false witches and create false reincarnations. They hide the Eye of Ruh's Mark in the sky deeply for fear that the witch will gain that power.
They held the witch high and watched her fall into lust.
They control everyone and fool everyone.
Thereby obtaining supreme pleasure.
I don't have God's favor, and neither can anyone else.
These emotions may be hidden deep in the bodies of the divine servants of the Thunder Temple, and even they themselves are not fully aware of them.
But at this moment, the evil god of original sin saw through the darkness in their hearts.
Finally, He said this.
"It's really the humble emotion of the incompetent and weak!"
But the jealousy bred among the vast crowd is hidden deep in everyone's heart. This is an extremely huge force.
After the Evil God of Original Sin finished speaking, he stretched out a hand.
I saw the power in the rotten flesh gathering together crazily, being violently pulled out, and the transparent shadows gathered together.
They shouted resentfully, they screamed unwillingly and angrily, but they were afraid that others would find out, so they huddled together timidly.
In the end, all the unwillingness, resentment, anger and cowardice came together and turned into one thing.
It was a pair of beautiful, yet unwilling eyes.
"The evil eye of jealousy."
They look somewhat similar to the witch's eyes, but they are completely different.
The half-constructed tower-shaped building stands on Silver Fish Island.
On the huge tower.
Densely packed figures go up and down. In the tower, you can see not only various residential facilities, but also temples under construction, airship docking stations, large warehouses, streets, libraries and other facilities.
Dense fire pipes are constructed in the stone tower, and there are reserved lamp sockets everywhere inside. If the entire tower is lit, it will turn into a city that never sleeps.
Each layer has a magic obelisk as the center, building a huge magic network.
The upper and lower passages not only provide entrances and exits for various means of transportation, but also a passage for supply trains to pass through and reach the top.
If the construction is completed, this tower can accommodate a population of 100,000.
This is definitely an unprecedented tower-shaped city.
At the highest point of the half-built tower, a large number of alchemists and tower keepers gathered together, adjusting a special huge spherical prop.
You can see that only a small part is engraved on it
The inscriptions only occupy an insignificant part of it, and the entire prop looks very rough.
But now it has been launched and has begun preliminary operations.
"Buzz~"
Gamer was also among the crowd, listening to the noisy sound.
Looking at the huge sphere suspended in the air, the light swept over and directly created part of the tower body. The spherical props continued to move, and the entire stone tower body was continuously created.
This picture is really amazing.
but.
If you think about the materials used to build this spherical prop, and the fact that it is built with the embryonic body of the artifact in mind.
I just felt like it was really overqualified and overqualified.
Gamer looked at Ossis: "So what you want to make is just a machine for making stone?"
Ossis shook his head: "This is just the beginning, I still need your help to completely perfect it."
"This is not only about gathering your strength, my strength, but also the strength of all three-leaf symbionts."
Only then did Gamel come to his senses. What if he was making something more than stones.
Fusing and integrating countless miraculous powers.
The meaning of this thing is somewhat different.
Gamer looked at the spherical embryonic body, and although he felt that this thing would be very impressive once it was created, this method could not be replicated by ordinary people.
"This kind of power is really desirable, but it's a pity that it is not available to ordinary people!"
He asked Osis: "Can all gods use this power?" Osis shook his head: "Only some priests can use it, but most of the remaining ancient people still have this power."
After all, those who can be left are basically the former priests.
Gamer thought of something else, and there were some rumors about the divine species: "What if a new divine species is born?"
Ossis also thought about it, but in the end he shook his head and said, "It probably won't work."
Gamer was a little confused: "Why?"
Osis told Gamer: "Because no more dream fairies will be born."
After Osis came to the Kingdom of Thunder, everything went smoothly on Gamer's side, and the two parties also joined forces to build a new type of magic network city, which can be said to be very smooth.
He looked at the spherical embryonic body suspended in the air, constantly rotating, and then being continuously perfected and debugged by the alchemists and tower keepers.
There is another thing that worries me.
"The construction of the embryonic body of the universal manufacturing machine has begun, but there is still no clue about the internal space."
"We must contact Saint Raphael, the Storage Fairy, at the next Prayer Festival."
"But, where exactly will it be held?"
Although it is already known that the great fairy Simila is planning to hold this prayer festival puppet show in the Thunder Kingdom, the Thunder Kingdom is a huge kingdom, and Ossis still did not feel any signs of the specific city.
The Kingdom of Creation God.
With ten times the speed of time, the next prayer festival is not far away.
In the kingdom of fairies, many fairies can already be seen discussing or preparing for this matter. They have prepared gifts for the children during the Festival of Prayer, and are discussing what kind of dreams they want to receive.
There are also goblins competing with each other, pulling on their golden blouses to compete with the light of prayer on it, to see who can condense the light of prayer with dreams into something more special and rare.
"Look at me."
"Mine is different too."
"Mine is more powerful."
Although the flow rate of time is different.
But for the goblins, it takes half a day to celebrate the festival, which is more than a month, so it is not a rush.
As for the goblin performance group that has gradually become a specific program for the Festival of Prayer, the big goblin Simila is also similar.
Take some time a month to prepare the program, and then perform it on the night of the Prayer Festival.
But compared to before, she has done something completely new recently.
Review manuscripts.
At this moment, Simila can be seen in her own fairy realm of thread balls, sitting in front of the window made of colorful thread balls, reading the letters sent one by one through the Rainbow Tree Letter.
Simila carefully opened the letters one after another, and then read them carefully.
Simila's backpack was placed aside, and you could see that the thread figure in the bag would occasionally poke its head out and look at the letters on the table.
Make a whisper.
Since the success of Dragon Heart's performance, Simila seemed to have opened a door to a whole new world. Since she couldn't write a story herself, she would just accept submissions from others.
Now she no longer has to write stories, she just needs to concentrate on being a reviewer.
In this way, Simila's efficiency became much higher.
"This one with golden light must be very beautiful."
"This one with the black light must be really bad."
Simila usually screens the letters first, instead of looking at the content directly. She can feel the emotion contained in the story just by looking at the light on the letter.
Different colors also roughly represent what kind of story it is.
"This story is a bit boring."
"This story feels good, but it's not suitable to be turned into a puppet show." "And this one."
Relying on this method, usually every few prayer festivals, the goblin performance troupe will occasionally present a new show.
Outside the realm of fairies like fairy tales, the glory of the God's Cup will never end.
Simila has already read two stories.
Simila was a little tired and ready to rest.
"Let's just perform the story we planned before and perform another Taikoo special."
She stretched out and was about to end her work for the day. However, as soon as she stretched out her hands and raised her chest, she saw something in front of the window. Simila immediately shrank back, her hands contracted into fists in front of her chest.
He seemed to be shocked too.
"Who?"
I only saw a little head with black hair wearing a garland appearing in front of Simila's window, looking at her with a smile on her face.
I have to say, that face is beautiful, that smile is beautiful, and her eyes are also beautiful.
But it all comes together, plus the way she shows up.
It instantly gave people a silly feeling.
Realizing that Simila had finally discovered him, the forest fairy outside the window immediately smiled, leaned in front of the window and squeezed in, as if she was about to climb through the window.
"whee!"
"Simila, I'm here to see you."
Simila clicked on the window to make it larger, and then the forest fairy climbed in.
Simila asked the other party: "Why didn't you call me when you came?"
Saint Raphael said: "Because I saw you reading the letter, I didn't disturb you."
The visitor is Saint Raphael, the storage fairy, and Simila is also familiar with her.
But because of the familiarity, she immediately said to San Rafael: "I'm not good at making delicious things. I'm not good at making candies and cakes. But if you are short of clothes, I have a lot of beautiful dolls at home.
Take it, Rafael, you can give it a try."
But Saint Raphael said seriously: "It's Saint Raphael!" The storage fairy had just corrected Simila's statement, and immediately remembered the purpose of her visit.
"No, no, I didn't come here just to eat and drink!"
It turns out that you yourself know that every time you come here you come here just to eat and drink openly!
Simila looked at Saint Rafael, a little confused.
"Then why did you come to my house to see me?"
Saint-Raphael rubbed his hands and swayed from side to side.
He looked very much looking forward to it.
"Simila Simila, what should we perform at the next Prayer Festival?" "It must be a very interesting show. More people will come to watch it than last time."
Simila didn't react, what did we mean by "what do we perform", she just thought that the other party was asking about the next performance.
"There will be two performances in total, and one has already been decided to be "Our Story""
"It was sent to me by someone from the Ewell Peninsula. It's a handwritten book that contains very strong emotions."
"When I received it, just by looking at the light on it, I knew the story must be wonderful."
Simila was also looking forward to the performance of this story, so she shared it with San Rafael.
Saint-Raphael was also looking forward to it very much. She asked about the other show. "What about the other show? What is the show in the other show?"
"Play the story of Lord Polo."
Saint Raphael became more expectant, his eyes shining.
at this time.
Saint Raphael stuck to Simila's side, looking embarrassed and coy.
"Can I"
"Can you?"
Simila had never seen Saint Raphael look so embarrassed, and looked at her doubtfully.
"What can I do?"
Saint-Raphael muttered quietly: "Can I join your performance?"
Although the voice was very low, Simila heard it.
Simila was even more confused. She scratched her golden hair that seemed to be shining.
"But, what we are performing is a puppet show!"
When Saint Rafael heard that Simila did not refuse directly, his eyes lit up and he immediately said to Simila.
"It doesn't matter, I can also be your doll, Simila!" She also made the appearance of a doll, as if it was being hung by strings and swinging from side to side.
"Captain Simila, you're welcome."
"Please pull me as hard as you want!"
Simila stood there and looked at Saint Raphael's appearance. Whether it was his body or his expression, it was as if he had been affected by the magic of petrification. He did not move for a long time.