Chapter 671: The Prince of the Moon who never returned
Sunrise mountains on Ruhe Island.
The waterfalls in the sky fall one after another from the sea of clouds and mist, just like bridges or roads, leading to the kingdom of the god of desire and alchemy.
The construction of the Miracle Sky Garden has been completed, the adjustment of the Sky Stone has been completed, and the cycle of the entire kingdom has been completed.
The most distinctive features of this country are waterfalls and water. You can see winding waterfalls and rivers winding around the Sky Island. Silver flowers of God are blooming everywhere you pass, and the flowing water seems to hold up the sky.
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 so many lights here.
On the other side of Sky Island, a water belt surrounds another smaller island.
Across the river, you can see towers standing tall, and you can faintly hear the roar of mechanical creations and alchemy workshops. The dense shadows of gears in the sky are turning, and the light from the towers illuminates the distance.
It seems that everything is ready and it is about to go to the star realm.
Under the garden castle, Ivar stood under the rainbow tree and looked at the starry sky in the distance.
"Star Bound, we can finally go."
"Just like the witch doctors."
Ivar was also a little excited. From the moment 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, and 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 leave this world and go to the stars and even more distant places.
These were things he had never thought of.
However, he also looked forward to it.
At this time, Olan, the god of happiness and wishes, came to Ivar and handed a letter to Ivar with both hands.
"God, this is the letter from Duma, the King of Angels."
This letter was not a letter from the Rainbow Tree, but was sent in person by an angel from the Kingdom of Light. It seemed particularly solemn and made it clear that its meaning was different.
Ivar opened the letter and after reading it, told Oran the contents.
"Duma, the King of Angels, decided to join the contract of the gods and list the Winged Man and the Land of Light as a place of faith for the gods."
"She invited us to go to the Kingdom of Light to discuss this matter together."
"You should go there then!"
Oran nodded: "In this case, we can choose alchemists, tower keepers and other professions from the winged people. The winged people still have great potential, and we can just complete this matter before heading to the star realm."
Ivar: "Of course, after all, the Winged People are also a race created by the Mother of Life."
Next, Iva said another thing.
"Also, the Angel King Duma and the Angel King Lomir mentioned something about us."
"Pain and Potion did not stick to their original intentions and vows, and chose a path that ran counter to us."
He was originally a person who seemed to have no emotions or desires, but at this moment he said words with emotions, even though he still had that divine face when he said these words.
Finally, Ivar looked at Oran and said.
"It seems!"
"He is not one of our companions."
"You are even less qualified to follow us to the distant starry sky."
Although it is just a simple denial, for a divine choice, it is basically equivalent to a death sentence.
When God Iva spoke, Olan listened quietly.
Finally, Ivar left the tree and prepared to enter the star realm again.
"When I go."
"By the way, check out the other divine choices to see if they are involved in this matter."
"After we come back, we will develop a monitoring system. Now that this kind of thing has happened, there will definitely still be people who will become more wanton after we enter the star realm."
"It seems that oaths alone cannot restrain them. We have to rely on other methods."
Oran put his hand on his chest and bowed his head slightly to salute Ivar as he left.
"I see."
Irwell Peninsula.
The temple of the God of Pain and Potion, this is a building that looks a bit like a huge crucible. It looks extremely luxurious, with huge glass windows everywhere, and the walls and pillars are inlaid with gems, gold and silver.
Originally, the God of Pain and Potion was losing ground in the battle of faith on the Iver Peninsula, almost to the point where it could no longer accommodate itself. However, in recent years, it has gradually grown stronger with the support of the Land of Light, allowing it to completely take root in the Iver Peninsula.
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In the botanical garden behind the temple, the chosen god was sitting on a seat under a tall tree that was completely illuminated, accepting prayers and worship from servants from various parishes.
There is fanaticism in these people's eyes.
And he was also addicted to it.
He arrogantly accepted the worship of mortals, swore an oath to himself, and then watched them offer everything they had.
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"The god of pain and potions, the god who brings extraordinary potions to this world."
He once made an oath in front of God Iva and explained his path, but after so many years, he seemed to have forgotten it.
There is no way, the road to becoming a god is so difficult, so it is okay to use some methods in the face of difficulty and helplessness, right?
Or in the land of light and using it on those winged people, who would care?
Once you become a god, you can just cover it up.
He even felt that as long as he became a god, what would happen even if his old stories were uncovered?
They are just some mortals, how can they punish a god for some mortals?
He has forgotten that he was once just a mortal, a lucky man who was born into a commoner's family on the giant island of Ruh, and finally reached this point after rising up in the Alchemy Academy in his hometown.
He once walked into the palace of the gods with ideals in mind and devoutly told the gods about the great path he was going to practice.
"If this continues, I will soon be able to..."
He admired his temple and his place 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."
Oran walked out of the light, his eyes fixed on the chosen one in front of him. As soon as the other person was about to salute, Oran raised his hand to block it. It seemed that he did not accept the other person'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 Olan with wide eyes.
He understood something immediately.
For a moment, he seemed to have suffered a huge injustice, and questioned Oran with strong incomprehension.
"Why?"
"What did i do wrong?"
Olan stood in front of the other party: "You know what you did."
The other person opened his mouth and wanted to say something but closed it again.
He looked at Olan who had arrived in person, and knew that he could no longer deceive himself or cover up.
In the end, all his performances were put away, and he said confidently: "I'm not the only one, others have done this too."
In his words, it seems that as long as there are more people doing this, he will have no problem, and this kind of behavior is right.
Oran: "I can't control other people, but you are not allowed to do it because you made an oath to God Iva."
He said.
"Do you still remember those words you once said in front of God?"
The other party argued desperately, his face flushed with excitement.
"But how long will it take to become a god simply by spreading faith?"
"Do you know how many people are fighting with us?"
"Do you know the insidiousness and cunning of those people?"
"God of happiness and wishes, do you think this is still the time when you can achieve mythology? We haven't encountered such a good time as you."
"If everything follows the rules and everything is as you say, when will it take and what price will we have to pay before we can become gods?"
Oran said: "This is exactly the test for you."
He ignored the other party's excuses and looked directly into the other party's heart.
"Every era has its own difficulties. This is not a reason for you to give up and retreat."
"Since you embarked 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 feel that the path of the prop mythical spirit is difficult, so you chose to give up the bottom line."
"Next."
"You chose to betray your oath in order to become a myth faster."
"You can't even pass this test. You even find it difficult to wait and watch like this."
“How to survive the eternity of eternity?”
Finally, Olan looked into the other person's eyes and said.
"This means that your will and persistence are vulnerable to time, and it means that your vows and paths cannot be carried out into eternity."
"This means that you don't have the courage to become a god."
The God of Pain and Potions clenched his fists tightly, and he finally became angry with shame.
"You can't do this, you can't do that."
"We are gods, or we are slaves of mortals."
Oran: "You are not a god, you are just a person whose heart has been shaken and swallowed up by desire."
The God of Pain and Potion stepped forward and looked at Oran longingly.
"give me a chance."
"I will soon be able to become a god. Please give me another chance. Don't you need one more god?"
"This way the divine system will be more powerful, more powerful than other divine systems."
Oran shook his head: "You think too highly of yourself. The Alchemy God System does not lack a divine choice for you."
"Even if you become a myth, we still don't lack a god who can't walk with us."
The existence of God's Chosen may seem noble to mortals, but to some people, it may not seem so noble.
Oran stretched out his hand, and the realm of the Kingdom of God descended.
A huge lighthouse stretched out from behind, and with the roar of machinery and gears, the light twisted and pressed towards the opponent.
In the light, Oran turned into a huge shadow of a god.
The god said: "The authority given to you by God Iva is now taken back by me."
His hand dropped and he took out something from the other person's body.
Oran has taken away the authority of the God of Pain and Potions. The power of a chosen god who has not yet ascended to the throne of God is very different from that of a demigod who has long been the first to ascend to the throne of God.
Without God's authority, he cut off all ties with all his servants in an instant.
And it was not only this that was taken away, but also the path of wisdom given to him by God. In an instant, the pain and the power of the potion God's Choice collapsed.
The terrifying power in his body turned into a huge vortex, and his body, transformed by the power of wisdom, became almost illusory and constantly twisted.
He yelled desperately, his words full of unwillingness.
"No!"
"This is everything I have worked hard for, and you are not qualified to take it away."
"this is mine……"
"This is what I have worked hard for."
No longer suppressed by the path of authority and wisdom.
The God of Pain and Potion was backlashed by all living beings and devoured by the curse. The terrifying vortex completely swallowed itself up, and then expanded into a huge smoke ball.
Eventually, the smoke ball continues to shrink and condense.
It became a prop.
It was a black crucible, emitting powerful light.
Oran looked at the crucible. At this moment, he suddenly remembered the appearance of the other party a long time ago. He was an amazingly outstanding young man.
"I didn't expect that I would turn into such a person in the end."
Finally, I picked up the prop and put it away.
"Who should I find to inherit this authority?"
"Will the next person become like him?"
Having taken back the authority of the God of Pain and Medicine, it was natural to find someone to replace him.
However, it is difficult to pinpoint a person.
Everyone who embarks on this path is not full of ideals and persistence at the beginning, and who is not full of great ambitions and visions.
However, no one can know what he will look like a hundred or a thousand years from now.
It may be easy to find a genius, but it is far more difficult to find a person with the heart of a god than a genius.
With this question in mind, Oran left the Ewell Peninsula and headed into the distance.
He is just passing by here, and he will go to the Kingdom of Light to attend the next Kingdom of Heaven meeting.
——
The meeting of the Kingdom of Light was held as scheduled.
Amidst the sacred bells, representatives of other pantheons were ushered in one after another. They passed through the white palace and were welcomed by beautiful angels to the gorgeous garden fountain.
A long table is placed here to make the meeting look less formal and serious.
The queen of the Demonic Clan arrived at the Magic Tool City from the portal in the star realm. She rushed here and sat on the long table in the Kingdom of Heaven. The Gods of Contracts and Codes, Sukobu and Oran, arrived at almost the same time and sat down together.
superior.
Gradually, the table became full.
"Everyone is here?"
"They are all acquaintances!"
"Really, how many years have we not been together?"
"Olan, I heard that you have a talent over there. He invented some kind of potion. It's very good!"
"We will not tolerate such people, and we will deal with them once discovered. And I heard that there is a powerful person over there, who actually colludes with the Corpse Eater Secret Cult..."
As soon as they met, everyone started chatting, and some of the gods who usually had minor conflicts immediately began to ridicule each other.
As soon as Olan sat down, his face turned red, which could even be said to be extremely embarrassing.
But the other party wasn't much better. With more people in the divine department, various things naturally happened frequently. He immediately dug out the other party's background, making the other party feel ashamed and wished he could get under the table.
Gradually, the sarcasm turned into dissatisfaction with the gods of this era.
"What's going on with these people? Each generation is really worse than the last."
"It's just that the road ahead has been paved for them. They don't need to make any breakthroughs and just go on step by step. Yet each one of them is still complaining about this 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 a few hundred years before you say it. Maybe the person you found will be sitting in the abyss by then!"
Finally, the King of Angels Duma also appeared and sat on the long table.
Everyone finally stopped chatting and became serious.
Duma looked at everyone with a smile and finally spoke.
"Then let's get started!"
The King of Angels Duma asked the other gods for their opinions, and everyone expressed strong welcome at the meeting, welcoming the Winged Man and the Land of Light to 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 Land of Light, and at the same time, she also took advantage of this meeting to get what she wanted through the exchange of benefits.
"The Winged Ones and the Sky Angels can go to other places in the Land of Light, such as the Ruhe Giant Island and the Ivel Peninsula, to survive and spread their faith at the same time."
"After the Winged People left the Land of Light, they were also protected on the Ewell Peninsula, Black Mountain Peninsula and Ruhe Island. The Snake People cannot use unreasonable reasons..."
"Wingren..."
The King of Angels conferred with each of the gods.
What the other party will be able to get in the Land of Light, what kind of preferential treatment they will get for spreading their faith, and what they need to abide by, these are all things Duma can come up with.
For example, how should the law of the Contractor be signed with the Yiren Kingdom, which kingdom should be the first step, and how should both parties resolve problems when they encounter them.
For example, the training of Yiren alchemists, where should the first academy be established, and whether the desire and alchemy gods should choose an alchemist from the Yiren lineage to be the chosen one to be responsible for the faith here.
Every matter needs to be discussed.
In contrast, 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 aloof gods were arguing like businessmen.
The whole meeting lasted for many days before it finally ended.
Beside the empty long table, Duma stood under the fountain and let out a long sigh of relief.
She turned her head and looked at Lomire.
"From now on, Winged People can truly leave the Land of Light."
"They can be anywhere else and do what they want to do."
From this moment on.
It also means that the Yi people have truly stepped out of the land of light and live and work in peace and contentment all over the world.
Winged people who are born with the ability to fly have a very strong advantage in any other place.
They can deliver messages, conduct reconnaissance, and do many things that snake people cannot do. They are also needed by many countries and cities.
The Snake City will become familiar with the existence of the Winged People, until one day both sides will live in harmony in the same city and country.
Perhaps in this era of rapid development of civilization and increasingly abundant supplies, the coexistence of winged people and snake people that was once unimaginable will truly become a reality.
Lomire went through the whole process, and he admired everything Duma did.
He said.
"Where there is you, where your light shines."
"It's the place of light."
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Mirror of Heaven.
On the steps of the Sky Temple.
Sheila was holding a mirror and looking at the human world, and Sally was sitting next to her.
Seeing that the two races she created finally had the opportunity 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 they really live in harmony?"
She pursed her lips in disbelief.
She had a good idea when she created the Winged Man and the Snake Man. One controls the earth and soil, and the other controls the sky and wind. It seems that they can each perform their respective duties.
But even though 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 made Sally tired of these guys who were completely uncontrollable and not obedient enough, so she returned to the Kingdom of Creator God from the human world.
She doesn't understand free will, and she doesn't want to understand it.
She also dislikes intelligent species 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 cannot do, and can bring huge benefits to the country and the city, maybe the other party will welcome them.
"
Sally: "Is it really that simple?"
Sheila: "I don't know either, but this should be considered a new beginning!"
On the steps, Sally and Sheila were looking at the scene in the human world.
At the bottom of the steps, the Void Mother was also secretly watching something.
This made Sally raise her head and saw the mushroom man who was lazily watching a movie. She immediately became curious and ran to see what the Void Mother was watching.
Sally lay down on the soft body of the mushroom man, as if she was pressing on her own big doll, and watched the picture emerging from the crystal.
"ah!"
"Isn't this that guy's son? He doesn't look good even if he wears a crown."
The mushroom man was in a hurry for a while, and then he showed Sally what he was looking at.
Sheila also came closer and saw what the mushroom man was looking at. 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 the God of Insai who was looking at the moon in the horizon, and came to his side little by little.
"I know God what you are waiting for."
Yin Shen raised his head, the moonlight shrouded his body: "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 Lederiki. Therefore, the name of the Prince of the Moon seems to have a special meaning from the beginning, and it seems to be destined to something.
Yin Shen did not answer, but Silla already knew that she was right.
Silla opened her mouth, with an expression that was a little happy and a little sad.
"So, God, you are really waiting for Jessel."
The beginning of ancient times.
The second generation of King of Wisdom, Jeser, died on the sea, at the hands of his brother's descendants, those royal blood descendants who had lost the blood of the God King.
His head fell into the depths of the sea, wandering on the earth with his obsession and spirit.
It has been wandering for hundreds of millions of years.
Even though Polo, the master of dreams, later created the dream world and Sheila brought the dream sea of stars, he still refused to go to the dream sea of stars.
That's not his hometown.
It's not even his home.
The Creator who stared at the moon slowly withdrew his gaze and said.
"I am not his god, and I don't need his faith."
He walked away under the moonlight, but the moonlight clung to him, entwining and following him as he went away, refusing to give up no matter what.
In the cold moonlight, His voice came.
"It's a pity that he is a stubborn person, as if..."
"Same as his father."
It's not an official routine. It may be completely different from what you think. You'll know after you take your time.
The personality and power of the God-King are meaningless to an existence like Jessel, and there is no need to write about repetitive things like the God-King returning to the throne. Writing this has a more important role and significance, for the intelligent species.