I am God!

Chapter 656
Good News Kingdom.

The looming kingdom that originally floated above the royal capital began to shift, breaking away from the beams of ritual light invisible to ordinary people above the earth, as if breaking away from a huge net, and then headed for the distance.

And the passage of the entire Jiayin Kingdom to that country also began to slowly settle, but it was not completely closed, but pulled all the spirits to another direction and sealed them.

With the transfer of that country, such a big movement cannot be concealed.

All the Winged Men under the sky raised their heads one by one, and some flew high, praying to the kingdom above the sea of ​​clouds under the sun and clouds.

"The kingdom of heaven has emerged from the sea of ​​clouds!" People watched the kingdom emerge from the sea of ​​clouds, the golden sun shone on the top of the mountain, and a long staircase could be faintly seen.

"Have you heard it, the bell from the bright heaven!" Someone listened attentively, and faintly heard the bell coming from the sea of ​​clouds.

"We respectfully send you away and look forward to your coming again." Everyone understands what this means, the Kingdom of Heaven is leaving here.

"Great king of angels, please..." Everyone was a little bit reluctant, but it is well known that the kingdom of heaven will not stay in one place forever.

There are already many kingdoms in the sky, but this one obviously belongs to Yiren and Tianshi. The holy mountain of light that once stood on the earth is now the kingdom of heaven.

Therefore, in the mouth of Yiren, it is also called the Kingdom of Brightness.

Romir had already ordered the transfer of this holy mountain of light before, and now the transfer has finally been completed.

It leaves the Kingdom of Good News and heads for the Kingdom of Silence.

The next metamorphosis began, and perhaps the last metamorphosis.

At this moment.

The nine-winged sky made Lomir come to the foot of the Holy Mountain of Light. You can see that there is a building like a spring pool at some point. The area is as wide as a small lake, and there is powerful power and holy light surging inside. .

And every time the Bright Holy Mountain shifts and transforms, there will be changes here.

Romir stood beside this spring pool, staring at the scenery in the water, as if he could see a lot of restless spirits and consciousness.

He bent down and put his hand into the water.

For an instant.

The whole spring pool boiled, and there seemed to be countless shadows at the bottom of the spring water wanting to rush out, grabbing Romil's hand with great anticipation and eagerness.

Want to penetrate the underwater world and come to this world.

Romil spoke, and he told the decayed spirits in the water who had exhausted their spirituality.

"The covenant of the kingdom of heaven is about to be completed, and then you will wake up and complete the transformation of angels."

"However, if you really want to restore everything you had before, you want to truly be with God and walk with God."

Lomil looked into the distance, as if he was also expecting something.

"We can only wait for Lord Duma to lead us there together."

After the voice fell, the whole spring pond slowly calmed down.

Romil turned and left, returning to the temple.

recent.

Many, many things have happened in the Land of Light, and each of them is worrying about Romir.

Every day, various forces and organizations are pouring into the Land of Light, and unprecedented things are happening everywhere.

There are shadows of myths, gods, and various famous forces and organizations everywhere. It feels like they are going to carve up the entire land of light, and there are already many small countries and small forces with winged people who have begun to secretly invest there.

In the chaos, many countries of the Yiren are asking for the Holy Mountain of Light, but most of them are sent by Lomir to have a look, but they have never gone down the mountain.

At this time, he knew that he had to keep calm and not move.

Now, I don't know how many pairs of eyes are staring at him outside.

Just wait for him to show his flaws.

And this is something that every god-bearer needs to face.

But these are not problems, as long as he can successfully ascend to the myth, all problems will be solved.

In the temple, he asked another eight-winged angel.

"How about it?"

"What's going on with Turgzman?"

The other party replied: "The forces of the king of hell are active there very frequently. It seems that they are beginning to prepare for the opening of the astral gate in advance. In addition, believers of other gods have also begun to enter there to make a stand. The current situation there It's too confusing, and I don't think it's appropriate to interfere too much at this time."

After all, Tugzman is too far away, and it is not the core area of ​​the Holy Mountain of Light and the necessary area for the plan. It is already the limit to send an apostle there.

Now that an apostle is there, and the critical moment is approaching, it is indeed inappropriate to meddle too much in the affairs there.

At least not at this time.

Romil asked about one of the core domains of the Chengshen Project, which is also where they will go next: "Have you found anything in the Kingdom of Silence?"

Romil asked very seriously, because he had already planned to become a god in the Kingdom of Silence.

The other party said: "No major problems have occurred so far, and everything is going well."

Lomir continued to ask: "There is no major situation, what about the minor situation?"

The other party said: "There are shadows of demons haunting many places. We caught a few, but it is estimated that there are more that have not been discovered."

Hearing this news, Romil felt relieved.

The biggest fear is not bad news, but fear of no news at all.

"Where's the heavenly contract?" Romir's voice was much lower when he talked about this.

"We have investigated over there, and we haven't seen any problems so far. The contract of the kingdom of heaven is intact." The eight-winged sky envoy moved closer to the statue, and then answered.

"Where are all the servants there, and the powerful families who have signed the contract with the kingdom of heaven?" Lomir continued to ask.

"We have checked, there should be no demons inside, and it has not been polluted by other known corrupt forces." The Eight-Winged Sky Angel said.

At present, it seems that the one who is most impatient and eager to try is the King of Lust. It seems that he doesn't even cover up, and he tells everyone that she is going to attack the god-turned Romil.

But it can't be concealed, everyone understands what is the path of this king of the abyss to become a god.

Speaking of the King of Lust, the Throne Angel Romir and the Eight-Winged Sky Angel didn't look very good.

after all.

This was once the oldest king of sky angels and winged men, and is also the mother of Duma, the king of angels today.

"Meld, the king of lust, it seems that she still has obsession with the Winged Man."

Romir is already prepared, if it is a mere Meld, it is impossible to do anything about him.

The kingdom in the sky shifted slowly and gradually disappeared into the distance.

As soon as Guangming Kingdom left, a figure came outside the capital of Jiayin Kingdom. This is a female devil, but at this moment, there is a strong aura of the law of original sin of lust.

The female devil walked along every temple, looking for the core key of this huge ceremony.

This ceremony is very magical.

So large and obvious, so powerful, so complex.

Logically, it should be easy to find its flaws.

But because it is so obvious, so large and complex, it seems that every place may be its key core, and it is impossible to find the location of its core.

But the core cannot be found, even if any other place is destroyed, it will not help.

The person who set up this ritual has a very high understanding of the power of the ritual, and he has long been prepared to prevent others from destroying the ritual array.

"None of them."

"Where is it?"

"Where is it?"

If she can't find a flaw in the ritual, then she will directly find the source of the other party from another level.

She just learned a secret.

This huge ritual array not only consumed unimaginable resources and materials, manpower and material resources, but the core key is most likely the king of angels, Duma himself.

The devil kept wandering around, and finally came to an old small prayer hall outside the city.

The devil raised his head and finally settled down.

"It turns out that you really used yourself as the cornerstone of the ceremony to make others a myth."

"Just a servant."

"Is it worth everything you've done for him?"

In Melder's eyes, all sky angels are servants of their family.

And Wing Man.

Those are just consumables, not even servants.

Melde seemed very annoyed, thinking that Duma was humiliating himself: "You are the child of the God of West Asia."

Melde walked towards the old prayer hall, and there was a trace of expectation in his cold voice.

"The divine art left by the gods has been transformed into the divine art of the Trinity by you."

"Duma!"

"The cornerstone of your stay here is wisdom, memory, or desire personality?"

When Melde entered the prayer hall, what he saw was a statue of the King of Angels in a fighting form, but unfortunately it was just a statue.

When he stepped into it, the statue seemed to come alive, and he turned to look at Melder.

Melder observed it, and found that this statue didn't even have fourth-order power, it only had a core shell, and its power was scattered throughout the huge Jiayin Kingdom in the ritual under its feet.

She couldn't help laughing.

"It's the smart part."

"The Trinity is separated, maintaining the ritual with all its strength to make a slave a god."

"Duma, what strength do you have to fight me?"

The slightly stiff fighting angel statue jumped down and faced Melder, and the black mud surged under Melder's feet, pouring towards him overwhelmingly, covering the entire prayer hall.

-

Silent Kingdom.

Among the minaret buildings left by the Nit family.

Nit has become busier recently. He runs on the ground every day, and the places he goes are getting farther and farther.

The surrounding rituals have been eroded and transformed by his power invisibly, transforming into another ritual.

have to say.

The special power of the jealous eyes of Nite's mother played a big role.

Being able to temporarily control others consciously without contaminating others with power makes it harder for others to discover.

In terms of concealment, it is more special than the devil of the king of lust.

of course.

It's also possible there's a reason that hasn't been seen before.

Nit came back from a distant place, and as soon as he came back, he opened the window, stood on the high tower and looked into the distance.

It was so windy that he needed to secure the windows.

But the snow drifted into the house with the wind.

Nit watched for a long time, but still didn't see the figure he wanted to see.

The weather has been getting colder and colder recently, and it has completely entered the deep winter, and since the last time I met the messenger lady, the other party never came over again.

Looking at the bitter wind and snow, Nite thought of the messenger who delivered letters in the cold winter.

Thinking of her floppy hat and scarf, her bulging, heavy messenger bag.

and also.

That face was flushed red from the cold.

The other party was just an ordinary person, and it was hard for his body to deliver a letter in such a cold weather. He always felt that the other party was a little bit reluctant to himself. Why did he send a letter in such a winter?
There is some special reason, but no matter how special it is, it is difficult for ordinary people to fight against the cold, it must be very hard.

He suddenly wanted to take a look at the other party.

He turned around and stopped again.

But what kind of reason is needed?

Nit suddenly remembered what the other party often asked himself: "Do you still have nothing to send?"

Nit closed the window, sat at the table, picked up the quill, and dipped it in the inkwell.

He wanted to write to someone, but after thinking about it for a long time, he still didn't start writing.

Because he doesn't know who to write to.

Moreover, even if he wrote it out, Miss Messenger would not be able to send it so far away!
But in the end, he wrote a letter anyway.

He took the letter to the city that he could see from the window in the distance, and found Miss Messenger's home according to the address the other party told him.

He knocked on the door and waited a while.

"who is it?"

There was a sound from inside the room, and the door was pushed open, and Nit saw the messenger lady who was wrapped in a blanket and looked very weak.

Today she didn't wear a hat, goggles or scarf, and she was no longer in such a hurry and busy, she looked extraordinarily peaceful.

She stood at the door, coughing constantly, and looked at Nit in surprise.

Nit asked the other party: "You are sick."

Miss Messenger: "After I left your house that day, I didn't find the recipient's address until it was dark. When I came back, it was windy and dark. I got lost and fell ill when I got home."

"You're trying too hard," Nit said.

Miss Messenger smiled and did not explain anything.

Miss Messenger invited Nite to warm up by the fire. Although she was sick, she still entertained him warmly and prepared hot tea and food for him even though Nite said she didn't need her.

She said: "When you come to my house, you are my guest."

And Nite is a person who can't hold back others, he just said a word and obeyed.

After Nit sat down and looked at the room, he could see letters piled up in the room, as well as undelivered packages.

They are dated and some seem to have expired.

They are packed neatly and categorized.

"Hello, Mr. Neat!"

"Your tea."

Nit looked away from the letters and packages, and immediately took them in a hurry.

Miss Messenger waited for Nit to take a sip of hot tea before asking.

"Mr. Nit, what do you want me to do?"

Nit didn't speak, just took out a letter.

The messenger lady took it solemnly, and she seemed to care very much about every mail and letter.

"Where is Mr. Neat going to send it, and who is it going to be sent to?"

"However, as you can see recently, I am not in good health. It will take a few days before I can send it."

Nit pointed to Miss Messenger and said, "A letter for you."

Miss Messenger was very puzzled: "A letter for me?"

She opened Nit's letter in confusion, and then saw what was written on the letter.

"Why are you trying so hard to deliver the letter?"

With a very simple sentence, Miss Messenger couldn't help laughing after reading it, and she looked at Nit.

"Mr. Neat must think I'm a weirdo, yes, everyone calls me the Winter Messenger!"

"The winter in the Kingdom of Silence is so cold, and messengers usually choose to rest. It's a bit strange that I still choose to deliver letters."

Nit shook his head quickly: "I don't find it strange, but I think you are very powerful."

Nate paused for a moment before he asked.

"But I don't understand, why?"

"People always need a reason for their efforts!"

He said.

"If it were me, without a necessary reason, I would definitely choose to curl up in a warm room and do nothing."

Miss Messenger told Nit: "In fact, the reason is very simple, because when I was young, what I was most afraid of was winter, and I spent the winter alone."

"But one day the wind was howling like a monster roaring, and when I was most afraid, someone knocked on my door."

Miss Messenger’s story is somewhat ordinary, far less bizarre than Nit’s life and experiences, nor Nit’s innate legendary background and blood.

But for some reason, Nite likes such stories very much.

It gives people a kind of ordinary and simple warmth.

Miss Messenger said: "It's been so long, I actually kind of forgot what the postman looked like and what he sent me."

"But I still remember how happy I was at that time."

"Then one day, I also became a messenger."

"I always think of pictures from my childhood."

"In such a cold winter, everyone is more eager for messengers to knock on the doors and windows of their homes."

"Every letter, every package, will make people feel warm!"

Miss Messenger smiled, still the same smile that was not brilliant, but warm and infiltrating people's hearts.

After the messenger lady finished speaking, she looked at the unfinished letters in the room.

"pity."

"It's just that sometimes no matter how hard you try, you still can't deliver every letter!"

"There are a lot of letters in it, and I guess I won't be able to send them out in the end, because the time limit has passed."

Wrapped in a blanket, she said helplessly.

"My abilities are limited!"

"You did your best," Nit told Miss Messenger.

Miss Messenger thanked Nit for his comfort, but she couldn't help but look at the mail piled up in the corner.

"only."

"Those who don't receive them must be very disappointed!"

After talking with Nit, Miss Messenger suddenly felt much better. Her body, which was still sick just now, seemed to be gradually recovering.

She stood up in a daze and touched her forehead.

He said suspiciously: "It seems that the fever has subsided."

Nit also chose to say goodbye at this time. He had sent the letter and got the answer he had always wanted.

When you open the door, you can see that a lively sacrificial ceremony is being held on the street outside.

It is the god of Yiren who is worshipped.

Looking at the scene of the sacrificial sacrifice, Nite felt a little bad.

The girl was extremely sensitive to changes in mood, and immediately noticed the change in Nite.

She asked, "Don't you like gods?"

Nit nodded: "I don't like the god of the winged man."

Miss Messenger asked Nit, "Why?"

"Because he is an arrogant god, he sits back and watches evil devour his people, and allows his followers to howl in despair," Nit said.

Miss Messenger: "Perhaps, gods are not omnipotent. Sometimes she can't do everything well and answer every prayer?"

Nit said: "How is it possible, He is God, at least He should be able to hear my voice."

"It's just that he doesn't want to pay attention to it."

Miss Messenger didn't know how to comfort Nit, and in the end she could only say, "I think it will get better."

Nit looked at Miss Messenger and couldn't help but said, "What you said is the same as those people I know."

Miss Messenger: "What's the same?"

Nit: "I also have expectations for the future!"

Miss Messenger: "Then what happened to them?"

"They die with that expectation of the future," Neat said.

Miss Messenger: "I'm sorry."

Nit: "This has nothing to do with you, it's what I want to say."

Nit saw Miss Messenger's eyes, as if his own depression had been transferred to Miss Messenger's eyes, which he didn't want to see.

He immediately stopped talking and said no more.

"It should be I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said this."

Nit stepped out and walked outside the door.

When leaving, he said something.

"but."

"If I were a god, I wouldn't be like that high and mighty king of angels."

"I will protect all the people I can protect, and I will not let those who believe in me cry in misery and sit idly by."

He paused for a moment, and his voice dropped a little, becoming inaudible only he could hear.

"At least, I will avenge them."

Nit flew towards the sky and disappeared into the distance.

Flying and flying, flying out of the city and about to get home.

He suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Who?"

Nit felt something, he stopped suddenly and wanted to look around.

However, without warning, a strange white palm covered with bone armor pierced through the void and pierced his body.

Nit couldn't move for an instant.

Because a powerful sealing power is gushing out from the bone hand, freezing all its power.

Even Nit's power of original sin, the bottle of original sin that the king of hell secretly concocted without telling other people, the other party seemed to understand it very well, and even prepared it long ago.

Block the bottle tightly and prevent him from opening it a little bit.

A vortex rolled out of Nit's chest, completely sealing him.

"who is it?"

Until the end, Nite still didn't see the man's appearance clearly, and his consciousness was completely plunged into darkness.

-

In the room of the steeple.

Nit fell asleep and he had a nightmare.

He also dreamed of the dead people in the town, and dreamed that they were hanging in the air by the rope one by one, screaming in despair.

He dreamed that the people from the Gate of Hell organization gathered in the Night Hotel, discussing what to do in the future, and finally looked at him in unison, and then turned into corpses burned by the holy light.

Nit woke up from a nightmare.

He opened his eyes only to find himself in a room high up in the steeple.

He sat up, held his face tightly, and kept mumbling.

"I will avenge you."

"Don't worry, I will avenge you."

It took him a while to calm down.

But after waking up, he always felt empty in his heart.

It seems that something very important has been lost, and it seems that something has been forgotten.

Maybe it was just because of that nightmare!

"Maybe I've been too tired recently."

Nit stood up, his eyes suddenly saw the sand clock beside him, and his eyes suddenly became serious.

"The sand clock is almost empty."

Before you know it, the sand in the sand clock is about to run out.

Nite immediately called for his mother, but recently, his mother, Miggina, had gone to nowhere, except for showing up every night when she set off, there was basically no one to be found.

Nit hurried outside the steeple, looking into the distance in the twilight.

"I'm really coming."

At this time, a mountain floating in the sky appeared on the edge of the Silent Kingdom.

That is the kingdom of light.

With the arrival of the other party, the rituals covering the entire Silent Kingdom became active, and they seemed to have sensed the arrival of that heavenly kingdom.

Nit took a few more steps forward, wanting to further sense the changes of other ritual array nodes in the distance.

And at this time, Nit's mother Miggina appeared on time.

The other party was much more excited than Nit, and even his voice changed a little.

She said with great anticipation.

"Nite, our plan is about to start."

It's just that she doesn't know whether she is expecting that Nit will become a god, or whether she is expecting to witness that heaven fall before her eyes.

(End of this chapter)