I Am God!

The space in the dream world is completely different from that in reality. It does not have up, down, left, and right in the true sense, and the way it moves is not the translation that ordinary people are used to.

Without coordinates, it would be difficult to find the location you want to reach in the dream world.

Even if you are following another being traveling through dreams, or following a sacred boat, it may be in front of you one moment, but it may have disappeared the next.

Except for some powerful gods, perhaps only the dreamland race can not lose themselves in such a space.

Flotte's vision was blank just now, but in the blink of an eye, a huge ship appeared.

Flotte, who was holding a flower branch in her hand, raised her head and looked up, calling out the name of the ship.

"It's the sacred boat."

"Woo~" The huge sacred boat made a heavy buzz while cruising.

After Flotte called out the name of the ship, a light fell from the ship and shone on her.

In a flash, Flotte was on board the ship.

Flotte has the authority to enter and exit the Creator's Kingdom, so this sacred ship did not refuse her boarding. However, the monsters that followed Flotte and broke in did not have such good treatment. In the blink of an eye, they were This piece of serial number 2 was crushed to ashes in front of the being.

A huge sail is raised on the sacred ship. There are various racial statues on the ship. The sky above the ship is filled with dreams of life.

Those intertwined dreams of color and black surround the sails and turn into a colorful river of dreams.

Flotte has been to the Dream Star Sea many times and has seen all kinds of dreams of life, but this is the first time she has seen this kind of dream of life that has not been judged.

"Half color, half black."

"This is what the dream of life is like before it is judged."

she flew up and circled the sail.

She placed her eyes in front of one of the dreams of life and peered inside.

A mortal's life passed in front of her, and scenes flashed like a revolving lantern.

Flotte was so fascinated that she almost sat on the boat.

When she came to her senses, she immediately fell down from the height and ran to the bow of the ship.

"The sacred boat is here."

"I'm getting off the boat."

You can see a steel head hitting the corner in front of the bow of the sacred ship. The head turned back and glanced at Flotte, and then really slowed down the speed of the ship.

Flotte didn't want to take a boat back, she just took a "smooth boat".

She still has the last demigod's country to go to.

"Thank you."

"Bye now."

Watching the sacred ship go away, Flotte waved to it and expressed her gratitude.

Flotte took the flower branch and flew forward. This time she didn't have to open a passage to the human world, because the other party's location was in the dream world.

She flew further and further into the darkness, and a bright light began to appear in front of her.

Here she felt the power of myth.

The light spot in the distance continued to enlarge, and finally turned into a simple door.

Various mysterious patterns and symbols are carved on the door.

Flotte fell under the door, her figure seemed insignificant compared to this huge door, and was not even as big as a dot of the pattern at the foot of this mythical door.

When Flotte saw the closed door, she suddenly remembered the etiquette of the world.

"Should I knock on the door?"

However, before the forest fairy could finish hesitating, the door of myth slowly opened.

The light projected from behind the door was extremely dazzling, illuminating Flotte's already white skin so clearly that she couldn't open her eyes.

But the black hair was flying in the light, extremely conspicuous.

Wait until the forest fairy opens her eyes.

Behind the Gate of Truth, a large number of three-leaf people wearing Xiinsai priest's robes appeared. They stood on both sides of a path of light, looking at Flotte who was standing below.

The ghosts of the Borrick family lined up in a row, and their voices were uniform. Although they came from different people's mouths, they seemed to be the same person speaking.

"Welcome."

"Messenger from the Kingdom of Creation God."

Flotte looked at these ghosts and said in her heart.

"A lot of clovers."

The fairy in the forest has never seen a three-leaf man. She has only seen the ruins of ancient walls in the ruins of the God-given city in the sea of ​​​​sun flowers, and the statue of the King of Wisdom at the foot of the pyramid.

Flotte walked along the light path and walked into this ocean of information.

As she walked higher and higher, the rows of ghosts saluted her one by one, and then disappeared into the white light.

at last.

The light, figures, and sea of ​​information changed in the blink of an eye, turning into an ancient temple.

Flotte stood in front of the temple of God Asai.

It's just that she didn't see Asai, the god of truth and knowledge. She only saw Porik, the first generation leader of the Ghost family.

Flotte asked the ghost Polik: "I am from the forest fairy clan from the kingdom of the Creator. My name is Flotte."

"Sheila, the master of dreams, created us and appointed a family of forest fairies as the messengers of the gods. I am here to tell the gods who live here."

"Which god is your god?"

The ghost Borik replied: "I am a follower of the God of Truth and Knowledge. My name is Borik."

Flotte looked at the densely packed books in the temple and asked Polik.

"So you must really like studying?

Ancient goblins also collected many books. Their great goblin library collected almost all the existing books and knowledge in the world, but goblins only collected and did not like to read.

Ghost Polik: "I was once a priest of the Temple of Truth. Pursuing truth and knowledge is instinct and belief for us."

"And the god Asai."

"He is the third-generation student of the Temple of Truth. His teacher is Haru, and Haru's teacher is the first-generation truth sage Sandian of the Temple of Truth."

"Our whole life is inseparable from the pursuit of knowledge. It is precisely because of the pursuit of knowledge that our lives began."

The forest fairy exclaimed: "The Temple of Truth? I have heard of it."

"He is the will successor of the second generation saint Stan Tito."

"Then you have existed for a really long time. You have followed your gods for nearly 250 million years."

Ghost Polik suddenly raised his head: "So it turns out that 250 million years have passed since Xiinsai's era?"

This is the first time they know the exact distance between the last era and the present.

Flotte: "Where are your gods?"

Ghost Polik: "The gods have not yet awakened."

Flotte: "Why is He sleeping?"

"Are you injured?"

Porick asked Flotte: "O beautiful woodland nymph!"

"Do you think the world is a beautiful place, or a hopeless one?"

Flotte said matter-of-factly: "Of course it's wonderful."

Ghost Polik: "But some people feel hopeless."

Flotte understood what Ghost Porick meant: "Isn't he unwilling to wake up?"

Ghost Polik nodded, but said firmly.

"But he will definitely wake up, because he will eventually know that he can neither escape the past nor face the future."

Ghost Polik is a follower of Asai. When Asai was imprisoned in the prison of Anhuo City, they were inmates together.

They were once abandoned by the world, longing to get rid of the past and everything.

In the end, Asai wanted to end everything caused by the villain in the bottle, and to free the countless ghosts trapped under the power of the evil god.

He put on the black robe, picked up the sickle and the bronze book, and became the Lord of Death.

He freed countless ghosts including Princess Yeya, and he also entered behind the door and began sealing and reincarnation.

And Borick established the Borick family in the God-Abandoned Era, and he himself turned into a ghost and has been guarding Asai from the previous era until now.

After listening to Polik's story, Flotte felt a little sad.

"Aren't you lonely for so long?

"For a promise, you will never be able to escape. What is the difference between you and the dead souls who suffered because of the evil god?"

Porick suddenly raised his head. At this moment, it was no longer a mechanical answer from the Door of Truth, as if the memory of the former Porick had returned.

"No!"

"Of course it's different."

Ghost Polik: "We are all losers who climbed out of the quagmire. We all once had a glorious and dazzling past."

“We’ve all had our wildest dreams, and we’ve all risked everything in pursuit of the truth.”

"finally."

"We all paid the price for this wild dream."

Polik: "Messenger of the Kingdom of Creation God!"

"We are not muddle-headed dead souls, we share a common belief."

"I want to see how far He can go."

"I want to see the limits of truth."

"For this...I am willing."

——

Irwell Peninsula.

In a cemetery in the valley.

Avian came to see his companions who had died, the heroes who had died over the years.

The custom of the Ewell people is to bury in a stone coffin, but this coffin is not buried in the ground, but placed directly on the ground. The name of the deceased is engraved on one side of the coffin.

Avian stood in front of Echilio's tomb. The tomb was empty except for some of Echirio's relics.

"these years."

"Since leaving Ruheju Island, I feel like I have done a lot and succeeded in a lot of things."

“But in the end, it seemed like nothing was done and nothing was successful.”

Avian pressed his hand on the sarcophagus. Only at this moment could he feel how much pressure he was facing. The monsters in the abyss came one after another, overwhelming Avian and Avian.

And recently.

Bad news comes one after another.

The winged people are preparing to leave Moonlight Island and cross the Sunfall Desert. It has been confirmed that it is true, and even the winged people have already started to take action.

The Queen of the Abyss, Meld, has recently begun to target the Elvirs, and as expected, the situation will be even more difficult than before.

Avian stood alone in the cemetery, feeling a little excited.

"I told you once, everything was going to be okay."

"nowadays."

"It seems like things haven't really gotten better for me other than saying this."

"The oath Lord Shoeborn made, he did everything he could to fulfill it, and I can't do anything except say some beautiful words."

Avian is only a third-level powerful person. He has a deep sense of powerlessness when facing existences like the apostle level and the abyss.

"We can no longer sit back and wait for death."

Avian left the cemetery.

He once again activated the magical tool Borrick's right hand and came to the edge of the dream world.

Even if he couldn't get help from the Gate of Truth, he still hoped to get some guidance he wanted through sacrifice.

However, when Avian came up this time, he found that the door of truth was open.

This made Avian a little confused.

Guided by the light, he came to the foot of the temple of the God of Truth and Knowledge. An ordinary ghost received Avian and conveyed to him the will of the Gate of Truth.

"You're here again."

"The believer Avian."

"The Gate of Truth considers your prayer to be unreasonable and therefore determines your prayer to be invalid."

Avian asked again: "I hope to know how to defeat and seal the abyss and Meld's method, and I am willing to pay the price for this."

Ghost replied: "Insufficient information and intelligence. The target involves the power of the mythical power. It cannot be determined for the time being."

Avian was once again rejected, but he made another discovery.

He heard other sounds coming from the temple above, as if someone had come here.

This also explains why Avian saw the door of truth open just now.

Avian was astonished.

He had never seen anything like this before, someone other than himself coming here.

"So that's it!" It was a woman's voice, and the other person's voice was as quiet and peaceful as a jungle.

The other party continued.

"I see."

"Although your god has not yet awakened, when he wakes up, please give him the branches of this rainbow tree."

"Is it that sound?" Avian remembered this sound. The rainbow-colored tree he saw before, this was the sound coming from the tree.

Here, he saw the other person's true appearance.

A being with the form of God, a truly perfect form of God.

He knelt under the altar and watched as the other party handed a flower branch to Ghost Polik, then turned and left.

And the ghost Porick, who used to be aloof, bowed respectfully to the girl.

When the other party walked out of the Gate of Truth, he immediately chased after him.

The forest fairy Frodi also noticed Avian and turned back to look at him.

"Snake man, why are you following me."

Avian immediately introduced himself: "Hello, we met last time."

"In the forest just to the north, there is a colorful flower tree..."

After hearing what Avian said, Flotte thought about it.

"You're the one who makes trouble by not sending letters."

Avian immediately defended: "Please forgive me for being presumptuous, but I didn't know who you were at the time, and I didn't know what that beautiful flower tree was for."

Flotte told him: "I am a woodland fairy, and my name is Flotte."

"That tree is the fairy's rainbow tree in the forest, and it's the coordinates for sending letters."

It was the first time Avian heard about this race, and he cautiously asked Flotte.

"Wood fairy?"

"what is that?"

Flotte explained: "We are messengers of the gods, creatures that travel through dreams."

"But we don't just deliver letters to the gods, we also deliver letters full of prayers from mortals."

"You are lucky if you can see the rainbow tree."

"I can deliver a letter to you, but it can only be delivered to other people in the world, unless one of the gods recognizes you and agrees to accept your letter."

Avian looked at the other party in shock: "Messenger of the gods? So where are you from?"

Flotte told him: "I come from the Kingdom of Creator God."

Avian finally understood what kind of existence he was seeing. The person standing in front of him turned out to be an envoy from the Kingdom of Creation God.

Avian immediately prostrated on the ground: "O messenger of the Kingdom of Creation God!"

"Can you hear our story?"

Flotte stood there and thought for a moment: "I can listen to your story."

Flotte likes to listen to stories, just like the story she just listened to about the ghosts Porick and Asai. That story may become a very interesting topic at the next Rainbow Forest tea party.

Avian was afraid that the messenger from the Kingdom of Creation God in front of him would be impatient.

He omitted a large part of the previous steps.

It directly tells about the recent situation of the Elvir people, the existence of monsters in the abyss, and the countless people who died and were displaced in the disaster.

Flotte sympathized with the situation of the Aiweier people, but she spoke very directly.

"You want to pray to the gods for help?"

"but."

"The gods won't help you."

Avian asked, "Why?"

Forest Fairy Flotte: "Because you just said that this is a disaster caused by you. It is because of you that you caused the abyss and the emergence of monsters."

"You violate taboos, you blaspheme, you bring about your own destruction."

"Why should the gods lend a hand to your madness?"

Avian had already expected this answer.

Although in the eyes of mortals, snakes and winged people are different, so are the Elvirs and the people of the animal herding tribes and city-states.

But in the eyes of the gods, they are all one.

Whether this disaster is caused by the Winged Man or the Snake Man, it is all caused by the mortals themselves.

"I know."

"All this is the fault of mortals. It is our arrogance and arrogance, and our ignorance that has led to terrible disasters."

Avian appealed to the woodland nymph Flotte as if grasping at a life-saving straw.

"I just want you to give us, the humble mortals, a little guidance."

"We are willing to pay the price for this, and we are willing to use our own power and everything to quell this disaster."

"But we're really confused."

Flotte looked at Avian for a long time before finally speaking.

"Lately I'm trying to figure out how to condense my fairyland."

"If you can give me some ideas, I might be able to help you find the answer to this question."

Flotte briefly told Avian what kind of existence Wonderland was, and Avian immediately started thinking at high speed.

Finally, he said to Flotte.

"If it were me, I would open one passage after another in Wonderland."

"Then build a door in every place in the world that I think is important."

"When I open the door, I can instantly enter another place, so I can go to any place at any time; similarly, others can use my door to go to another place instantly."

Flotte immediately recorded Avian's thoughts in her notebook.

It has to be said that Avian’s thoughts are very characteristic of the lineage of truth and knowledge.

Avian was a little nervous: "Lord Flotte, are you satisfied with my idea?"

Although Flotte in front of him is only a second-level person, and Avian is already a third-level powerful person, but at this moment, Avian is in front of the opponent, so humble that he seems to be submerged in the dust and mud.

After the forest fairy finished writing, she bowed back to Avian.

"Thank you for your suggestion, I have accepted it."

The forest fairy asked him directly: "Is the Queen of the Abyss you are talking about living in a place full of filthy black mud?"

"She has white hair, a woman with many wings on her back?"

Avian did not expect that the forest fairy Flotte actually knew the other party: "It's her."

The forest fairy Flotte nodded: "Then I know, I just met her on the way here."

"She hit the sacred ship and should be seriously injured now."

"I can help you check what the abyss you are talking about is."

"And the method you want to deal with the abyss."

Flotte walked directly in front of Avian who was lying on the ground. Amidst the falling colorful petals, the beautiful back gradually disappeared.

"but."

"I'm just a little forest fairy, not a god."

"Don't get your hopes up."

——

Rainbow tree forest.

Flotte, who returned from her successful trip this time, was welcomed by all the forest fairies. This was the completion of a very important mission for the forest fairies, and it was a witness to history for them.

at the same time.

Flotte's harvest is also full.

Flotte received various suggestions and had her own preliminary ideas during this trip.

A large group of forest fairies gathered together again, and naturally brought out teapots and snacks.

The ground of the Rainbow Forest is covered with petals, and there is a soft feeling when you step on them with your bare feet.

Other forest fairies asked Flotte: "Sister Flotte."

"What are the gods outside like? And what do they advise you?"

Flotte: "Not just the advice of the gods, I also received the advice of a servant of the gods."

She took out her pamphlet and discussed it with the forest nymph present.

"First, I can turn my domain into a fairyland in the human world. All letters from mortals will gather in my domain and condense the light of prayer; after I become the fourth level in the future, it can become a In the space in the dream world, a transit station, everyone takes turns to be on duty in my fairyland, and at the same time receive the light of prayer."

“I call it Stationery Wonderland.”

"Second, you can build a fairyland for storage, sign a contract with mortals through a spiritual contract, and lend the space to the powerful mortals. This is also a good way to gather the light of prayer. "

"But this kind of fairyland can only be achieved after at least the fourth level."

“I named it Storage Wonderland.”

"Third, it is to open up a large number of passages to the mortal world and connect them together to form doors that travel through space."

"But this kind of thing, I feel like only Shinhwa can do it."

"I also gave it a name, called the Wonderland of the Door."

The fairies immediately applauded at the tea party. They felt that these three fairyland were very powerful and very good.

"Sister Flotte."

"So which one do you choose?"

If it were goblins, they would definitely choose the third one.

Because it's very interesting.

In the end, Flotte chose the safest option: "We are the messengers of the gods, and delivering messages is our mission, so I still choose the first one."

"I'm going to build a stationery wonderland."

All the fairies stood up and congratulated Flotte on her choice.

Immediately afterwards.

At this Rainbow Forest tea party, the forest fairy Flotte once again brought up the story about Evel and Avian and asked everyone if they had any thoughts.

Someone asked about the god Yi Ren believed in: "What kind of demigod is that? How could there be such a believer who doesn't even know the Creator?"

The other fairies nodded: "That's right, isn't He from the previous era?"

Flotte shook her head: "Becoming a demigod in this era should not be possible."

"I saw His mythical door, very ancient."

"This must be a being from a previous era."

She speculated: "He may have fallen asleep, or he may have forgotten the past, so he did not tell his followers."

"That's why her followers are so crazy and do such terrible things."

Another fairy also raised her hand: "Can we find out his experience?"

Someone asked Flotte: "So, what is the title of this god?"

The forest fairy Flotte thought for a moment and found that she had forgotten.

The titles of these demigods were very long, and she could never remember them clearly.

"I forgot what his name was."

Then the fairy sitting at the other end of the long table shook her head: "That must be a story from the previous era. His title was also given to him by the gods. Without his real name, it is difficult to know his origin."

A fairy asked: "Then what is the name of the place where He lives?"

Flotte told the other fairies: "He lives in a place called the Abyss."

The fairies whispered to each other.

"abyss?"

"what is that?"

Flotte's hair stood up when she thought about it: "A place full of filth, stench, and depravity."

Many fairies immediately shook their heads: "How is it possible? How could a god be willing to live in such a place?"

A forest fairy suddenly realized: "I heard that mortal nobles would build a place called a toilet, which is a place full of filth and stench. Isn't that a place like this?"

"Then this god is not the god in charge of this place, right?"

The fairy stood up and said seriously: "I know, he must be the god of toilets and filth."

Can such a god exist?

The fairies were suspicious.

But the world is so vast that there are many wonders.

But if it is not such a god, why would it like to live in filth.

This is very reasonable.

The fairy nodded.