I am God!

Chapter 634 That's my slide!
A looming cloud road stretches continuously from the end of the sky.

It walks over densely populated cities and plains, through high mountains, and over dead ice peaks.

It goes on and on, along the sea.

Finally reached the end.

In front of the mirror of the sky, Sally looked at the cloud trail extending from the sky and said very dissatisfied.

"what!"

"My slide."

Sheila also looked at the sky ladder that runs through the world, with the magic mirror of the goblin in the pocket of her robe, and sighed in the same way.

"The road to the sky that connects the world will surely benefit many people!"

Sally became even angrier when she heard that, her cheeks puffed up.

"That's my slide."

Sally didn't want to open the slide to others, even if it was left unused in the warehouse, she would never give it to others.

It's a pity that God has spoken, and the ladder to the sky is destined to reopen.

Sheila looked at Sally, looked at her pouting, 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 too!"

Sheila didn't understand that the feeling of being alone is 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 is a blueprint outlined with lines in front of the demon spirit.

A giant steel beast passing through the road of the sea of ​​clouds, emitting white smoke, took tens of thousands of people away.

Sheila showed it to Sally, and asked her expectantly.

"Look!"

"The Demons said they are going to build a sky train, which will pass through the sky ladder, which must be very interesting."

"When the time comes, let's sit together!"

Sally turned her head, and her dark green eyeballs slightly raised after hearing Sheila's words, as if she was thinking and imagining.

"Hmm, ride the steam train down the slide?"

"A new way to play?"

That sounds like fun too.

Sally thought the idea was good, and said immediately with a twinkle in her eyes.

"I also have a slide in the God of Creation Kingdom, and those iron bumps want to use my slide and let them get on a steam train for me."

It was obviously the goblin's slide, but the master of life said it was hers, so it was hers.

Sally remembered something again, it was about someone from the ancient metal puppet monster.

"By the way, those iron lumps used my astral gate for nothing last time."

"That's right, these guys like to take advantage of it the most, we can't let them use it for nothing."

Those iron bumps are very rich, and they love to take advantage of it so much.

It is also appropriate to let them offer more offerings.

Thinking about it this way, the reason for the confession became more reasonable.

But Sally didn't care about this, she just found this idea extremely 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 God of Creation Kingdom. She looked down at the ladder connecting all directions in the form of a giant. She imagined that she was holding the front of a steam train in her hand and rushing down the slide. to the other end.

She stepped on the mirror-like water surface, ran between the sky and the water, and made a sound in her mouth.

"Woooooo!"

"The car is starting."

After a while.

Sheila and Sally just returned to the temple, and Sheila came to the side of the temple and told Insai who was sitting on the chair.

"God, the sky ladder has reopened."

"One of the pipes has been connected to the Sky Mirror, which is right next to us."

Yin Shen nodded, indicating that he already knew.

Sheila went on to ask: "God, reopening the sky ladder is just to open the passage connecting the four directions, so that people can get convenience?"

Yin Shen: "This world also needs to reopen it to maintain the balance of the storm and power brought by the giant Ruhe."

"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 bottom.

It can also be seen that complex pipelines spread to the sky.

Converging towards the end of everything.

City of Gods.

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 this world, just like the atmosphere regulates the temperature balance of the earth's surface.

In this way, even if one day the master of life is no longer in the world, he will no longer use his own power to suppress this power, even if the giant god Luhe becomes stronger.

On the earth, it still won't form a sea of ​​storms because the power of the God of Ruhe is too strong, causing huge damage and lethality.

Only then did Sheila understand.

It turned out that this was the real purpose of opening the ladder to the sky.

But Sheila also found that a new problem had arisen.

That is, the black storm will completely cover the world one day, and undergo another qualitative change. What will it become then?
The sky giant left the Thunder Swamp, the witch Lilian went to the capital of the family, the obsession of the false witch Liz disappeared, and the sky ladder was completely opened.

It all looks like it's over for good.

But in the depths of the swamp, there is still something still lingering.

It was a pool of horrible rotten meat.

Huge chunks of flesh densely packed with various organs.

When it saw the witch Lilian, it trembled and did not dare to approach, for fear of being discovered by her.

But when it saw Lilian heading to the kingdom in the sky in a small boat, it rushed out again, wandering in the swamp of excitement and madness.

Its thoughts are chaotic, and it has already forgotten who it is, but the strong emotions and desires still remain in this body.

"She went up?"

"She went in?"

"Why?"

"Why?"

"I didn't go in, I wasn't allowed in."

It has been chasing it for a lifetime, wandering in the depths of the Thunder Swamp year after year, but it has never been able to enter the kingdom of God.

It was mad with envy and jealousy, and the eyeballs on the rotten flesh were all red.

It makes a different sound, but expresses the same emotion.

"Why can it go in, but I can't go in."

"I used to long for God's favor so much, but you didn't even look at me."

"I'm not a degenerate, it's because you didn't choose me, you abandoned us."

"If you choose me, I can also 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 a trace of its past. It was completely abandoned by the gods, and it was impossible to enter the kingdom of the giant gods again.

It can only chant why over and over again, and the voice echoes in the depths of the swamp like a vicious curse.

And with the gathering of resentment.

A dark door opened behind it, which was the call of the abyss.

It sinks into the water, it sinks into darkness.

It sinks infinitely downward.

In the end, it landed on a long table.

Before the long table, a god looked at the rotten meat.

Say two words: "Jealousy!"

Rotten Meat's thoughts were still confused, but he kept talking.

"What is jealousy?"

"What is jealousy?"

"why?"

"Is it because you can't get it?"

The Cthulhu held his chin with one hand, and looked at the wriggling rotten flesh seemingly bored, with scrutiny in his eyes.

"Desire, but can't get."

"I want it, but I dare not say it."

"Looking forward, but choosing to give up."

"Down into the sea of ​​desire, but can't see others looking for the light."

The God of Original Sin leaned forward slightly.

"Wanting what you get is not jealousy, and being unwilling to get what you don't get is not jealousy either."

"Envy is not wanting to get, but not wanting to get."

"Or you think you can't get it, and you don't want to see others get it."

"I can not have it, but no one else is allowed to have it."

It's like the chief servant of the Thunder Temple for generations.

They serve the gods and yearn 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 accusing the indifference of the gods, they sink into their own desires.

They control the false witch and create a false reincarnation. They hide the eye of Luhe's mark in the sky deeply, for fear that the witch will get that power.

They arched the witch high, and then watched the witch fall into desire.

They control everyone and fool everyone.

So as to obtain supreme pleasure.

I can't get God's favor, and neither can anyone else.

These emotions may be deeply hidden in the bodies of those Thunder Temple attendants, even they themselves have not been fully aware of it.

But at this moment, the evil god of original sin saw through the darkness in their hearts.

In the end, He said this.

"It's really the humble emotion of the incompetent and the weak!"

But the heart of jealousy bred among the vast crowd is deeply hidden in everyone's heart, which 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 meat crazily gathered and pulled out violently, and the transparent shadows gathered together.

They shouted resentfully, they screamed unwillingly and angrily, but they huddled together cowardly as if they were afraid that others would find out.

In the end, all the unwillingness, resentment, anger and timidity gathered together and turned into one thing.

It was a pair of beautiful eyes, but full of unwillingness.

"The evil eye of jealousy."

It looks somewhat similar to the witch's eyes, but it is completely different.

-

Halfway through the construction, the tower-shaped building stands on the silver fish island.

On the huge tower.

Dense figures go up and down, not only can you see various residential facilities in the tower, but you can also see temples under construction, empty boat docks, large warehouses, streets, libraries and other facilities.

Dense fire element pipelines are built in the stone tower, and there are reserved lamp sockets everywhere inside. If the whole tower is lit, it will turn into a city that never sleeps.

Each layer is centered on the magic obelisk, constructing a huge magic net network.

The upper and lower passages not only leave the entrances and exits of various means of transportation, but even build a supply train to pass through and reach the passage at the top.

If the construction is completed, the population that this tower can accommodate will be [-].

This is definitely a tower city like never before.

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.

It can be seen that only a small part of the inscription is engraved on it, occupying only a small part of it, and the whole prop looks very rough.

But at this moment it has been activated, and has begun preliminary operations.

"Buzz~"

Gamel was among the crowd, listening to the commotion.

Seeing the huge sphere suspended in the air, the light swept over and directly created a part of the tower body. The spherical props kept moving, and the entire body of the stone tower was continuously created.

This picture is really amazing.

but.

If you think about the materials used to build this spherical prop, and its existence with the goal of creating the embryonic body of the artifact.

I feel that it is too big and small.

Gamel looked at Osis: "So all you want to make is a stone-making machine?"

Osis shook his head: "This is just the beginning, I still need your help to perfect it."

"This is not only about gathering your strength, my strength, but also the strength of all the three-leaf symbiotes."

Only then did Gamel come to his senses, if what he made was not a stone, but something more.

Combine and integrate countless miraculous powers.

The meaning of this thing is a little different.

Gamel looked at the spherical embryo body, although he felt that this thing must be very amazing after it is manufactured, but this method is not something that ordinary people can replicate.

"This kind of power really makes people yearn for it, but it's a pity that it's 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, the rest are basically the former priests.

What did Gamel think of again, and there are some rumors about the gods: "What if a new god is born?"

Osis also thought about it, but in the end he shook his head and said, "It probably won't work."

Gamel didn't understand: "Why?"

Osis told Gamel: "Because no new Dream Fairy will be born."

After Osis came to the Thunder Kingdom, everything went smoothly with Gamel, and the two sides also joined forces to build a new type of Magic City, which can be said to be very smooth.

He looked at the spherical embryonic body suspended in the air, constantly running, and then the alchemists and tower keepers continued to perfect and adjust it.

I was also worried about another thing in my heart.

"The embryonic body of the universal manufacturing machine has already begun to be built, and there is still no clue about the internal space."

"We must contact St. Raphael, the storage fairy, at the next prayer festival."

"Just, where will it be held?"

Although it is already known that the big goblin Simila is going to hold this prayer festival puppet show in the Thunder Kingdom, but the Thunder Kingdom is a huge kingdom, and Osis still doesn't feel any signs in which city it is in.

-

God of Creation.

With ten times the time flow, 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 on the Prayer Day, and they are discussing what kind of dreams they want to receive.

There are also fairies among each other, pulling their golden cloaks and competing for the light of prayer on it, to see who is more special and rare in the light of prayer condensed from dreams.

"Look at mine."

"Mine are different, too."

"Mine is even better."

Although the speed of time is different.

But for the goblins, it takes more than a month to spend half a day to celebrate the festival, which is not considered a rush.

As for the goblin performance troupe that has gradually become a special program for the Prayer Festival, the big goblin Simila is similar, taking some time every month to prepare the show, and then stage it on the night of the Prayer Festival.

However, compared to before, she has one more new thing recently.

Reviewer.

At this moment, Simila can be seen sitting in front of the window woven with colorful threads in her own thread fairy domain, looking at the letters sent by the rainbow tree letter one by one.

Simila carefully opened one letter after another, and then read it carefully.

And Simila's backpack was put aside, and the string puppet in the schoolbag sometimes poked its head out to look at the letters on the table.

Whisper.

Since the performance of Dragon Heart was a big success, Simila seemed to have opened the door to a whole new world. Since she couldn't write a story by herself, she should accept other people's contributions.

Now she doesn't have to write the story, she just needs to concentrate on being a reviewer.

In this way, Simila's efficiency became much higher.

"This one with golden light must look good."

"This black light must be very bad."

Simila usually screens the letter first, instead of directly looking at the content. She only needs to look at the light on the letter to feel the emotion contained in the story.

Different colors also roughly indicate what kind of story it is.

"This story is kind of boring."

"This story feels good, but it's not suitable to be changed into a puppet show."

"and this……"

Relying on this method, usually every few prayer festivals, the goblin troupe will occasionally present a brand new program.

Outside the realm of fairies like fairy tales, the glory of the Cup of God will never end.

And Simila has read two stories.

Simila is a little tired and ready to rest.

"Let's just perform the story that was set before, and then perform a Taikoo special."

She stretched herself, ready to end her work for the day, but just as she stretched out her hands, she raised her head and saw something in front of the window.

Simila immediately shrank back, her hands contracted into fists in front of her chest.

It seemed that he was also taken aback.

"Who?"

All I saw was a small black-haired head wearing a wreath floating in front of Simila's window, looking at her with a smile on his face.

I have to say that the face is beautiful, the smile is beautiful, and the eyes are beautiful.

But it's all put together, plus the way she shows up.

It instantly gave off a naive feeling.

Realizing that Simila had finally found herself, the fairy in the forest outside the window immediately smiled, and squeezed in before the window, as if she was about to climb in through the window.

"Whee!"

"Cimilla, I'm here to see you."

Simila clicked on the window to make it bigger, and the forest fairy climbed in.

Simila asked the other party: "Why didn't you call me when you came?"

San Rafael said, "Because I saw you reading the letter, I left you alone."

The person who came was Saint Raphael, the storage fairy, and Simila was also very familiar with her.

But because of familiarity, she immediately said to San Rafael: "I'm not good at becoming delicious, I'm not good at candy and cakes, but if you lack clothes, I have many beautiful dolls at home Take it, Rafael, you can give it a try."

San Rafael said seriously, "It's San Rafael!"

The storage fairy had just corrected Simila's statement, and immediately remembered her purpose for coming.

"No, no, I didn't come here to eat and drink!"

It turns out that you also know that every time you come here, you just want to eat and drink openly!

Simila looked at San Rafael with some doubts.

"Then why did you come to my house to find me?"

San Rafael rubbed his hands, his body swayed from side to side, with a look of anticipation.

"Simila Simila, what shall we do next Prayer Festival?"

"It must be a very interesting show, with more people watching than last time."

Simila didn't realize what we meant by what we're going to perform, only when the other party was asking about the next performance.

"There are two performances in total, one has already been set, and it will be "Our Story""

"Was it sent to me by someone in the Evil Peninsula, or is it a handwritten book with very strong emotions in it."

"When I received it, just looking at the light on it, I knew the story must be wonderful."

Simila is also looking forward to the performance of this story, so she shared it with San Rafael.

San Rafael was also looking forward to it, and she asked about another one.

"What about the other one? What is the other one?"

"Play the story of Lord Polo."

San Rafael became more expectant, his eyes were shining.

at this time.

San Rafael stuck to Simila's side, looking embarrassed and awkward.

"Can I..."

"Can you..."

Simila had never seen San Rafael look so embarrassed, and looked at her suspiciously.

"What can I do?"

San Rafael muttered softly, "Can I join your performance?"

Although the voice was very small, Simila heard it too.

Simila was even more puzzled, and she scratched at her golden hair that seemed to be shining.

"But, what we are performing is a puppet show!"

When San Rafael heard that Simila didn't directly refuse, his eyes lit up, and he immediately said to Simila.

"It doesn't matter, I can also be your puppet for Simila!"

She also made a puppet look, which seemed to be dangling from side to side by a string.

"Commander Simila, you're welcome."

"Please pull me as much as you want!"

Simila stood there and looked at San Rafael's appearance. Whether it was his body or his expression, it was as if he had been enchanted by petrification, and he didn't move for a long time.

(End of this chapter)