Original God: Age of Gods simulation, the daughter is actually Naxida

Walk in an eternal oasis!

Like honey sweet springs, fragrant water lilies, the past represented happy things, can no longer make the goddess of flowers show the slightest smile.

Like human beings, she measures the scenery in this memory step by step, trying to regain the beauty of the past.

For a long time, until they came to the place where the two first met, the goddess strolling in Patishalan finally stopped.

From the beginning of her consciousness to the scene when she met him, it appeared again in front of her eyes, leaving her standing in place.

It was a distant time of peace, when many messengers communicated with mortals and conveyed the words of the sky.

Later, the invaders came from beyond the heavenly dome, and the destruction was many, and the rivers were reversed.

Those who came from outside brought war to her former people, and also brought the earth the delusion to break through the shackles, and the master of heaven, fearful of delusion and breakthrough, lowered the nail to repair the earth, and destroyed the mortal kingdom.

She and her people incurred the scourge of expulsion, lost contact with the sky, and lost the ability to civilize.

The dream life that I thought was shattered will be like the walking dead walking on the earth.

Until the nursery where water lilies were born, outsiders stepped into this place for the first time.

She remembered all the details of that day, the self-proclaimed god of victory asking herself to take in the Son of Man.

Thinking of this, Marikata finally showed a faint smile.

Behind them, Phyllis and Lilupal looked at the lonely back of the god, and tried to speak comfortably several times, but could not make a sound.

They were also incredulous of the Maharajah’s departure, feeling that what happened not long ago was like a dream, and when the dream woke up, the god-king who represented victory would step out of the palace again.

The land of Yanglu is still subordinate to his royal power.

However, these are fragile dreams.

With the sunset and the moon rising!

The goddess of flowers alone took in every bit of the oasis until a certain moment finally made a move.

“The Eternal Oasis is about to sink into the earth, what is your choice?”

Feligis and Lilupal knew that the hostess of the flower was asking their opinion.

Although the spirits are intelligent beings she has created, Maricata does not limit their decisions.

Filiji said without the slightest hesitation: “I am willing to guard you, in your sleeping days, with the power of calming spirits, to maintain the spring endlessly, let the green land spread until the God Lord fulfills his promise in the distant future.” ”

For what Luo Chen said, even if Da Zhenling had no bottom in her heart, she was willing to trust unconditionally.

What God says is everything.

As a proud servant of the king of God, it is a noble ideal to give everything to the king.

They are elemental spirits who are unwilling to worship their flesh and blood, even if they have to endure endless years of withering, they are also eternal prisoners who are satisfied with the mask of happiness.

The hostess of the flower slowly bowed her head and looked at the big town spirit on the other side.

Unlike Phyllgis’s choice, Lilupal first made a respectful salute to the God of Creation, then fell to one knee.

“Lady of Dreamland, I will stay outside, choose the ideal king for the Maharajah, and guide the Son of Man.”

“Seek dreams, ask for homes, ask for the right people to transcend ordinary dreams, and thus complete the great deeds that have never ended.”

The firmness and fanaticism in these words made even Marikata look at it.

But it is normal that Lilupal has always been the staunchest believer in the maintenance of the god-king, and this worship is even greater than that of the creation mistress.

This point is probably an outlier in the town spirit.

Both the Great Town Spirits, Phyllis and Lilupal have their own factions of the Town Spirits, and at this critical time, they naturally split into two halves.

After watching the companions bid farewell to the goddess of flowers, they left towards the oasis, and the remaining town spirits all offered blessings to the clansmen.

Watching the creature embark on an unknown fate, Marikata sings a ballad to send shelter.

Subsequently….

She walked along the dappled light and shadow into the center of the original birth of water lilies, and with each step, the purple-red patisharan converged along the way.

However, after a while, the once colorful sea of flowers disappeared, and the oasis on the periphery also shrank inward, except that the sweet spring was truncated in half.

Half was supplied to the city-state of Tuledura, and the other half was buried in sand.

Like the land where tectonic movements are taking place, the center of the eternal oasis is collapsing towards the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If you look at it from above, you will see a black hole appear in the ground, and the center of the oasis is slowly being buried by sand.

In just an hour, the place where the gods came to prosperity and mystery in the past has sunk without a trace.

At the same time, near the Eternal Oasis of the Moon Lady City, the towering castle tower and the royal blue dome were also covered with fine yellow sand, and the halls and palaces were stained with dust.

The sea of sapphires listed in it melts into the cracks, leaving only wisps of residual brilliance shimmering.

Since then, without the protection of the gods, the people on the yellow sand will surely gradually forget the sweet era.

Thousands of years later, I am afraid that only the wandering tribes in the desert will spread the legend of the eternal oasis.

Nomads will recall that it was an ageless oasis, ruled by the eternally sleeping flower god, and that the last Mother of the Spirit, Phyllgis, guarded the magnificent gates of the oasis.

There will also be a tribe that has been handed down, calling itself the daughter of the flower god, based on faith and bound by blood, relying on the fantasy Patishalan garden.

Just as their former gods and lords prophesied, after the violent death of civilization, mortals can still survive tenaciously.

Even if the tribe loses the guidance of the gods, they have to unite themselves with the help of the gods who have long died in memory.

However, from the perspective of resilience alone, desert people who live alone may be able to make great progress.

Soon, after clearing almost all traces of the past, the mistress of flowers, who had sealed herself in the depths of the yellow sand, sighed lowly and looked in the direction of the land controlled by her distant friends.

From the beginning, she never loved anyone, except for the spirits born of herself.

Again, this is why she can choose to sleep without burden.

Without Luo Chen, this world has no place to look forward to for me.

The so-called agreement to meet in the future is more like a dream of deception.

Personally feeling that the spirit belonging to Luo Chen had completely disappeared into this world, and without finding the slightest trace, Marikata understood.

But she had one last thing to do before she fell completely asleep.

“Let me give them the last gift in the place of the sons of man whom you have blessed.”

Whispering, the mistress of the flower took out a pure flower aura from her body.

The spirit of the flower mixed with divinity is like a newborn child, and only the emotions of ignorance and envy slowly float out, which is the natural longing for the mother who created himself.

Looking at the flower aura floating in front of her, Maricata said gently:

“My naïve daughter, my aura, I will hand you over to another mother, please give her loyalty and love.”

“Her wisdom is no less than mine, and her light shines more than mine.”

“I dreamed of a faceless nightmare in the night, and it frightened me, so I separated you from my body and asked you to stop it from coming.”

“Do not shrink from fear, do not fade your spirit, do not shame your mother, but go and throw yourself into the arms of your mother, and in her kingdom you will find your destiny.”

Feeling equally sad about her mother’s mournful tone, Hana no Lingguang leaned over to Marikata, trying to comfort her with her clumsy movements.

“My pure daughter, if you are determined not to shrink out of fear, take my strength and knowledge with you, and set out…”

When the words fell, Flower Lingguang, who was born to bear fate, agreed to his mother’s request without hesitation.

It is just a newborn intelligent life, but it has no hesitation to leave the arms of its mother and float to the other side of an unknown fate.

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