I am God Chapter 145: : Administrator of the Goblin Library

Sang Dean found himself on a boat when he woke up, with his head resting on the side of the boat, and the stars floating past below.

This is a very familiar silver sailboat, completely wrapped in huge air bubbles.

The dim lights on the bow of the ship were shining, and the ferryman was propping the boat across the sea of ​​stars. Just looking at this scene made people feel peaceful, and drowsiness crawled into their minds.

"It's back again."

Sang De'an propped up the side of the boat and stood up, looking at the familiar scene around him.

It's not the first time he's been here.

The last time he came, he was still a teenager, a slave who got the saint's inheritance in a panic.

Just coming back this time, it is impossible to leave.

His story is over, and he came here to usher in his final curtain.

Sang De'an failed to see the appearance of the ferryman last time, and could only see a dark shadow.

But this time, when he glanced over the ferryman, he found that the ferryman had changed.

The side of his face was illuminated by the ship lights, and he could clearly see the appearance of the other party.

Sang De'an exclaimed: "Your Majesty Henir?"

He wanted to stand up involuntarily, but after looking at it carefully, it was just a bit similar.

He sat down again, relieved.

He stared at the ferryman for a long time, and asked the ferryman in a tone like chatting with an old friend.

"Hey! Do you have a name?"

"Should be a well-known figure in history, right?"

The ferryman ignored Sang De'an as last time, and only Sang De'an talked to himself.

Sang De'an gave up his plan to communicate with him, and sat on the boat quietly waiting for the boat to enter the dream world.

After passing through the gate of the kingdom of gods, Sang De'an did not go through the trial like other Sanye people, because he signed a contract with the kingdom of fairies and the cup of gods.

When his life ends, everything about him will be integrated into the Fairy Kingdom and become part of the Fairy Dream Realm.

The boat passed through the country of goblins, and Sang De'an was about to get up.

But the boat didn't stop.

The ferryman rowed the boat as usual, heading straight to the deeper part of the dream world.

The eyes of Sunderan, who was leaning on the side of the ship, lit up, and he stood up immediately, looking in the direction of the ship.

He guessed his destination.

Sure enough.

He saw a fantasy island floating in the void appearing in front of his eyes, with endless golden sprinkled here, sacred and dreamy.

"That's it!"

"God-given land."

He was agitated, he was restless.

But when he entered the place he once dreamed of, which is also the place where the gods live, all the ups and downs in his heart calmed down.

He passed through the legendary sea of ​​sun flowers, and the fragrance of the flowers baptized his gloomy mood.

Passing through the paradise and city of the gods of the ancient ancestors, he seemed to see traces of the ancestors who lived here countless years ago.

He touched the statue of King Laidlich, and stepped on the temple built by the first King of Wisdom for God.

In front of the temple, he saw Sheila, the messenger of God.

The goblin in the dream told him: "God is waiting for you inside."

He knew that the envoy of God was responding to his question about leaving the kingdom of fairies.

In the temple.

God is not on the altar, but sitting under the stained glass window.

He was leaning on a slightly soft luxurious armchair.

Golden sunlight shines on the ground through the glass windows, and the mottled colorful light and shadow are like a world map cast at the feet of God.

According to myths and legends, this seat should belong to Sheila, the messenger of God. Hundreds of years ago, when the great poet Tito met the gods, the messenger of God and the mother of life were separated.

The envoy of God sat on this chair and slept with the egg pillow of dreams. Sand'an had seen paintings based on this scene in the Sky Temple.

Hanging on the wall is a pair of stone carvings, which are the works of his teacher Santito in his youth, and the name is the city of gods descended after the natural disaster.

He remembered that his teacher sacrificed it in the underground cave in Tito Town.

It seems that God finally received it.

He also saw Sally, the mother of life, wearing a white veil and leaning on the armrest of the Seat of God, holding a conch-like artifact in her hand.

The legendary mother nut of all things.

This was originally a beautiful picture like an angel, but the moment Sang De'an saw the mother of life and the horn, it was like seeing a terrible scene of the destruction of the world.

It is obviously the mother nut that breeds all things, but he feels that when it blows, it is the moment when all things die.

For a long time, no one spoke.

Sang De'an's mood was extremely chaotic, countless messy thoughts flowed through his heart, and any thing in the temple made his imagination run wild.

Suddenly, he saw the book in God's hand.

It was the power of wisdom and power compiled by Sande'an himself. The shadow of God suddenly overlapped with the existence he saw in the Temple of Truth that summer night.

"It turns out that time."

"What I see is really God!"

Sang De'an exclaimed in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it on his face.

But this also made him finally pluck up the courage to step forward. He knelt under the seat of the gods and held up the Divine Favor Stone with both hands.

"God!"

"This is my gift to you, thank you for your guidance."

"Although I failed to bring the power of the fourth level, my student Lan En will definitely accomplish what I failed to do."

Speaking of this, Sunderan suddenly thought of Haru.

"Unfortunately."

"You clearly pointed out the direction for me, but in the end I deviated from the right path."

God held the book in one hand and raised the other hand.

The grace stone fell into his palm.

Sang De'an took this opportunity, and then asked a question that he couldn't calm down in his heart.

"The Great Insai."

"Did these things I do really bring the future to the Sanye people?"

God looked over, his eyes were not as scorching as the sun, nor as cold as the moon.

It is more like a star far away in the sky, eternal and untouchable.

God said.

"Sunderan!"

"Do you want to hear what I tell you is right or wrong? Or what the Hiinsai tell you is right or wrong?"

"Or."

"It is the right and wrong that have been witnessed by thousands of years later."

Sang De'an was stunned, and bowed his head after a long time.

He looked at the ground and couldn't help laughing at himself.

"Unexpectedly, in the end, I also became self-deceiving."

He understands.

When he asked this sentence, he was no longer looking for an answer.

He was simply seeking God's comfort and forgiveness.

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The messenger of the gods walked ahead, and Sunderan followed her through the kingdom of fairies.

The outside world is ever-changing, but this place doesn't seem to have changed much from when he came here when he was a teenager. Even he can still call out the names of many goblins.

The goblins laughed and chased after him and Sheila, the Envoy of God, shouting Sand'an's name as they did many years ago, and making faces at him.

Everything is so familiar.

As if, he just left yesterday.

Sang De'an asked the messenger of God: "What will I welcome?"

The goblin in the dream told him: "When your body completely dies, your wisdom and emotions will be dispersed, and pain and joy will also be dispersed with the wind."

"But your memory will always be a part of this place, a shadow of memory in the realm of dreams."

Sheila, the messenger of God, paused for a while, and asked Sander seriously.

"Sunderan!"

"What do you want and like to do most?"

This is a chance for Sang De'an to choose, and it is also impossible for other priests of the spirit world to obtain.

Sang De'an suddenly remembered the picture of him reading a book in the library with a lamp when he was a teenager.

Weak light, quiet corner.

He is holding the book, but the whole world is reflected in his eyes.

Later, he also established the Temple of Truth and had his own library.

But I can no longer find the feeling of being a teenager, the throbbing feeling of swimming in the sea of ​​knowledge and books, the joy that the door of the world of truth is opening for myself.

Sang De'an showed a smile on his face, with the simplicity and innocence of his youth.

"My favorite thing is reading."

It seems that a long time has passed in the dream world, but Sang De'an just stopped breathing in the real world on the other side.

His appearance gradually blurred, and finally turned into a ball of light.

A figure carrying memories.

From this day on, there is a strange administrator in the library of Fairy Kingdom.

Whenever a new spiritual priest arrives, he will always ask each other.

"Hi!"

"Do you know the news about the Temple of Truth?"

"Is it still there?"

He kept repeating these questions, asking everyone who came here.

At the beginning, the priests of the spiritual world were able to answer his questions and talk to him about the good and bad of the Temple of Truth.

Day after day, year after year.

Until one day, no one can remember the time of the Temple of Truth.

He still pulled the last traveler who had just arrived, repeating the question he had asked countless times.

"Hi!"

"You know"

"News from the Temple of Truth?"