I am God Chapter 633: : That’s my slide!

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A faint cloud road stretches continuously from the end of the sky.

It walked over densely populated cities and plains, across high mountains, and over dead ice peaks.

It goes on and on along the sea.

It's finally over.

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

"Ah!"

"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 doesn't want to open the slide to others, even if it is left unused in the warehouse, it is hers and she will 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, saw 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 screen, there is a blueprint drawn with lines in front of the demon spirit.

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

Sheila showed it to Sally, and then asked her with some expectation.

"Look!"

"The demon family said they will build a sky train, which will pass through the sky ladder, which must be very interesting."

"Let's sit together then!"

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

"Well, ride the steam train on the slide?"

"A new way to play?"

If it sounds like this, it seems to be very interesting.

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

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

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

It is also appropriate to let them make more offerings.

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

But Sally didn't care about this, she just felt that this idea was very interesting, and immediately became happy.

She trot along the Sky Mirror.

In her eyes, she seemed to see her own slide in the Kingdom of God of Creation. She was in the form of a giant, looking down at the ladder connecting all directions. She imagined that she was holding the front of a steam train in her hand and going down the slide. One end, rushed 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.

"Woooooh!"

"The car started."

It took a while.

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

"God, the ladder to the sky has reopened."

"One of the pipes has been connected to the mirror of the sky, right next to us."

Yin Shen nodded, indicating that he already knew.

Sheila continued 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 they 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.

Converge to the end of everything.

The city that descended from the 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 case, 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 **** Luhe becomes stronger.

On the earth, the power of the God of Ruhe will still not be too powerful to form a sea of ​​storms, causing huge damage and lethality.

Sheila understood.

It turns out that this is the real purpose of opening the ladder to the sky.

However, Sheila also found that a new problem had arisen.

That is, the black storm will completely envelop 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 scroll capital, the false witch Liz's obsession disappeared, and the sky ladder was completely opened.

It looks like it's over for good.

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

It was a horrible pile of rotten meat.

Huge chunks of flesh densely packed with various organs.

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

But when it saw Lilian going to the kingdom in the sky in a small boat, it rushed out again, wandering back 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 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 excitedly wandered back into 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 opens behind it, which is the call of the abyss.

It sank into the water, it fell into darkness.

It sinks infinitely downward.

Finally, it landed on a long table.

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

Say two words: "Jealous!"

Rotten Meat's thoughts are still chaotic, but he just keeps 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 seemed to be looking at the squirming rotten flesh boredly, 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 it is not jealousy.”

"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 others are not 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 the Luhe 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.

Thereby gaining 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 servants, even they themselves have not fully realized it.

But at this moment, the evil **** of original sin has seen through the darkness in their hearts.

In the end, she said this.

"It's really the humble emotion of the incompetent and 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 **** of original sin finished speaking, he stretched out a hand.

I saw the power in the rotten meat crazily gathered, and was violently drawn out, and transparent shadows gathered together one by one.

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

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

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

"The magic eye of jealousy."

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

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The half-built tower building stands on the silver fish island.

On the huge tower.

There are dense figures going up and down. In the tower, you can not only see various residential facilities, but also 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 built 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 100,000.

This is definitely an unprecedented tower city.

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 it has begun its initial operation.

"Buzz~"

Gamel was among the crowd, listening to the noise.

Looking at the huge sphere suspended in the air, a part of the tower body was directly created when the light swept across it. The spherical props kept moving, and the entire body of the stone tower was continuously created.

This picture is really amazing.

However.

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

I feel that I am too talented and useless.

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

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

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

It was only then that Gamel came to his senses, if what he made were not stones, but something more.

Integrating and integrating 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 copy.

"This kind of power is really exciting, 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, and there are some rumors about the gods: "What if a new **** is born?"

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

Gamel was a little puzzled: "Why?"

Osis told Gamel: "Because no new dream elves will be born."

After Osis came to the Thunder Kingdom, everything went smoothly on Gamel's side, and the two sides also joined forces to build a brand new type of magic net 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 were constantly perfecting and debugging it.

I was also worried about another thing in my heart.

"The embryonic body of the universal manufacturing machine has 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 great goblin Simila is planning to hold this prayer festival puppet show in the Thunder Kingdom, the Thunder Kingdom is a huge kingdom, and Osis still does not feel any signs in which city it is in.

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The Kingdom of the Creator God.

Under ten times the speed of 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 wishing day, and they are discussing what kind of dreams they want to receive.

There are also goblins 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."

"Mine is stronger."

Although the flow rate of time is different.

But for the fairies, 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 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 performing it on the night of the Prayer Festival.

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

Review manuscripts.

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.

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

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.

Whispering.

Since the success of Dragon Heart's performance, Simila seems to have opened the door to a whole new world. Since she can't write a story by herself, then she can 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 has become much higher.

"This golden light must look good."

"This black light must be very bad."

Cimila generally screens the letters first, instead of looking directly at the contents. She only needs to look at the light on the letters to feel the emotions contained in the story.

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

"This story is a bit boring."

"This story feels good, but it is 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.

Beyond the fairy-tale realm, 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 beforehand, and perform another Taikoo special."

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

Cimilla shrank back immediately, her hands were fisted in front of her chest.

It seems to be taken aback too.

"Who is it?"

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 people a naive feeling.

Seeing that Simila had finally found herself, the fairy in the forest outside the window immediately showed a smile, and squeezed in before the window, as if she was going to come in through the window.

"Hee hee!"

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

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

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

Saint Rafael said: "Because I saw you were reading the letter, I left you alone."

The visitor is St. Rafael, the storage fairy, and Simila is also very familiar with her.

But just 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, there are many beautiful people in my family. Raphael, you can give it a try."

Saint 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'm not 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?"

Saint Rafael rubbed his hands together, and swayed his body from side to side, looking very expectant.

"Simila Simila, what shall we perform at the next Prayer Festival?"

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

Cimila didn't realize what we mean by what we're going to perform, only when the other party is 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."

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

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

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

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

"Actor Polo's story."

San Rafael became more expectant, his eyes were shining.

At this time.

Saint Raphael 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.

"How about it?"

Saint Raphael muttered in a low voice: "Can I join your performance?"

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

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

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

Saint Rafael heard that Simila did not 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 are welcome."

"Please pull me as much as you want!"

Simila stood there looking at San Raphael's appearance, no matter his body or expression, it was as if he had been enchanted by petrification, and he didn't move for a long time.