I am God Chapter 107: : Conditions for opening the door to the Kingdom of God

Stantito had another dream. In the dream, he was still in a magnificent palace, carving in a corner.

This is the manifestation of his will and heart. He stays away from the world and doesn't like noise. He likes to do his own thing quietly.

Here is his peaceful place, the hometown of his soul.

Compared to before, his dream not only contains the chapters of the ancients, but also many of his own works.

Holding tools in his hand, he stood in front of the puppet of fate.

The craftsman looks up at his unfinished work.

"Dream!"

"The fairy of the dream?"

"I witnessed the existence of the great poet meeting the gods."

Stantito seemed to have a flash of inspiration in his daze, and he finally remembered the person he had met, and even knew the name of the other person, which was the sacred name recorded in the last chapter.

"Sheila?"

With this cry, he immediately saw a change in the whole dream.

With the transmission of the sound, it turned into layers of golden halos and spread, and an illusory dream door opened above.

Stantito turned to look outside.

A dream fairy surrounded by dreamy starlight, an extremely beautiful fantasy life came to his dream.

She was wearing a golden smock, decorated with the sun, stars, and the dreams of the gods, and her long bright golden hair fluttered in the air.

Finally, it fell in front of Santito like a flying flower and fallen leaf.

"A String Puppet named Stan."

"Are you looking for me?"

Stantito looked at her absent-mindedly.

He guessed, but he didn't expect that all this turned out to be true.

As early as a long time ago, he was paid attention to by the messenger of the gods.

That is an existence standing side by side with the gods alongside Sally, the mother of life.

"It's really you, the messenger of the gods, the fantasy fairy who masters the power of creation."

"Hera stands at the right hand of God."

The elf in the dream smiles: "The great ones are the gods, and I am just a elf bathed in the light of the gods."

After being stunned for a long time, Santito finally realized what the dream fairy called him before.

He explained with a self-deprecating smile.

"Noble and holy Messenger of God, I am not a string puppet."

"Although my name is called a slate, it is not only a slate for re-engraving predecessors, but also a slate for engraving my own works."

"I can go with the flow and follow the long river of fate, but I can also jump out of the water according to my own will."

The goblin in the dream asked him: "Have you mastered your own destiny?"

"Or, do you understand the meaning and mission of your life?"

Stantito shook his head: "I haven't fully understood the realm of a great poet, but I have figured out many things."

The goblin looked at him carefully: "It is indeed different, you have changed."

Sila the Dream Demon smiled and said, "Could this be what Tito said, that the human heart will change through tempering?"

"Then!"

"What do you want to do when you call me?"

The goblin asked Tito.

Although Santito was in a hurry, many questions already existed in his mind.

And what he wants to know most is, what is the secret left by the great poet Tito? Will the gods really give the Sanye people the power to create everything?

"God's Messenger!"

"Opening the gate of the kingdom of God, will we be able to receive the gift of the gods?"

The fairy in the dream told him: "There is no key to open the gate of the kingdom of gods, and the so-called last chapter in your hand only records the story of Tito's life."

"Whether the gods bestow the power of creation depends on how you choose."

"Only when the Sanye people give up their destructive power, will the gate of the kingdom of gods be opened."

"Hope and light will come to the world, and the power of dreams and creation will usher in a new era."

The Messenger of God disappeared in his dream, and Santito also opened his eyes and woke up.

He sat up and looked out the window.

The bright moon is eternal, and the waves are endless.

"Only by giving up destruction can we create light."

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Cottage by the sea.

The envoy of King Henir arrived and finally saw Santito.

It's just that Santito is completely different from a few years ago. Now he has inherited the power and inheritance of the great poet. strong.

This is external, internally he has become more mature, more stable and confident.

He used to be called the son of luck in the city of servants of the gods, but he made people feel like he was floating in mid-air.

Now that he has lost the status he once had, it feels like he has more.

He sat quietly by the sea, really like a huge rock standing on the shore of the sea, blocking the turbulent waves.

As if he was being hit by huge waves, he could still stand still.

Henir's voice came from the Word Worm on the messenger's shoulder and reached Santito's mind.

"The war is coming to an end."

"Hundreds of years of constant infighting, fighting, and attrition among blood descendants of the royal power will finally come to an end, and the glory of Heinsay will reappear."

"As long as you come back."

"You are still the son of luck, and I still reserve the position of servant of the sky temple for you."

He came to see this old friend, but also to show off his achievements.

Stantito didn't look back, he just focused on his stone carvings.

"I know Her Majesty was not killed by you, but you witnessed the Queen's death and did nothing."

"You have no loyalty, only ambition and greed in your heart."

Henir didn't care: "I've heard this kind of talk a lot, what about ambition and greed, what about plots and tricks."

"I can't wash these things off, and I'm not going to wash them off."

"If people want to talk, let them talk, I am me, I am King Henir."

"As long as I can surpass other kings and achieve unprecedented things, no one will care about these."

"Come back, Santito."

"I am the king, you are the spokesperson of God, we will create a new era together."

Stantito was still immersed in his own work, ignoring Henir.

After a long time, he finally stopped the carving knife.

"Why do you have to choose me?"

"The other Tito family, didn't they always want to be the heirs of the saint's will?"

Henir's voice suddenly changed, turning into ridicule and contempt.

"Because!"

"They don't deserve it."

Stantito turned around: "Then I am worthy?"

Henir nodded: "Of course, you are worthy of the name Descendants of Saints, because you are truly the one who inherited the will and strength of the great poet."

Stantito did not answer, but suddenly asked Henir an irrelevant question.

"Are you willing to give up the power of the troll?"

Henir froze for a moment, he felt that this question was so familiar.

"This question."

"The messenger of the gods also asked me."

Stantito turned his head and asked with concern.

"Then how did you answer?"

Henir: "I refused."

Stantito looked at Henir puzzledly: "Do you know?"

"Your refusal may have given up the future of the Sanye people."

Henier told Santito: "I can't see the future, I only know to seize the present."

Stantito looked away, and he resumed carving his picture.

"You may be able to reunify Sheinsay, you may be able to establish a great cause, and become a great king comparable to King Jesser."

"However, I can't see hope and light in you."

Henir is even more puzzled: "Isn't it enough to be comparable to King Jesser?"

Stantito let out a low laugh: "For a king, it is enough."

"But for the Sanye people, for the descendants of Laidlici, and for our civilization."

"Not enough!"

"Not enough."

Stantito stretched out his hand, and he looked at the sea.

"The world is moving forward, and the long river of time is rolling down."

"Why are we the only ones standing still."

"Could it be that the civilization created by King Laidlich has already become the afterglow of the sunset in the era of his son Jesser?"

"I don't believe it."

"This is not what King Ladricky wants to see."

Henir didn't say anything more, he felt that the Santito in front of him had completely changed.

He used to admire Santito very much, and he thought the two of them would become friends, but now he felt that the other was different, and he even saw the shadow of a great poet in the other.

That is.

An existence called a saint.

With the power of the divine power subdued, Henir's voice slowly dissipated.

"You are really different, you are no longer a string couple, and you are no longer a lucky child."

"A person like you will not stay here forever as a craftsman."

"I will wait for your return in the Sky Temple."