I am God Chapter 514: : An angel?

The holy mountain of light.

Romir, who was kneeling on the ground, stood up, stepped into the center of the ceremony under the gaze of all the sky angels, then raised his head and looked at the king of sky angels under the altar, nodding his head to show that he had done Well get ready.

Having a powerful god-chosen and reincarnated person like Duma preside over the ceremony for him, this has a much higher success rate than hosting the ceremony himself, and it can also reduce Romir's distraction from other things.

However, many existences who want to become apostles dare not entrust their lives and apostolic paths to others easily, so they can only find those they absolutely trust, or simply preside over the ceremony themselves.

In the temple.

The three eight-winged sky envoys raised their hands at the same time, and circles of light spun out from the Temple of Radiance, covering the entire top of the Holy Mountain of Light.

"It's time to start."

"Romir."

Duma reminded Romil, who immediately closed his eyes.

Immediately saw that Romir's body was slowly floating up under a strong force, Romir could feel that there was an external force promoting the transformation of his own strength, and at the same time he was regulating it in his body All power.

"Divine Grace!"

The sky causes divine favor to activate.

An illusory and huge angelic shadow rose from Romir's body. The shape of that angelic shadow was very similar to Romir's, but it was a full thirty meters high.

This is the spirit of Romir's curse seal, which is composed of spiritual power and curse seal.

However, the spirit of the seal of the sky angel can be directly injected into one's own flesh and blood body, expanding one's body to a very large size, which is also part of the characteristics of extraordinary professions that can use spiritual power.

"The three elements of divine grace, divine blood, spirit, and curse seal."

Romir recited the key to the divine favor technique in his heart, and divided his power into three according to the method that he had rehearsed many times.

"Spiritual power!" The activated spiritual power is extraordinarily agile, dancing in the air like an elegant wind.

"Curse seal!" Two curse seals appeared in the air, one of which was the incomplete wind seal that Yiren had brought, and the other was the curse seal brought by the sky envoy profession.

"The divine blood is drawn away." Lomil took a deep breath, and then began to withdraw the divine blood from his body.

Pieces of silvery light spots spun out along his body, and Romil's body seemed to lose the feeling of life, and turned into an empty shell bit by bit, and Tong Kong could no longer see any emotion.

Like a walking dead.

At the same time, it can also be seen that the sky makes the stone deep in the eyebrow lose all its luster and become dull.

At this moment, all of Romir's power is revealed in front of everyone.

The silver divine blood and ethereal spirit represent the brand of law.

The three shine in the sky.

The first few steps of the apostle's road have been very steady, and it can be seen that Romil has been very solid along the way.

The divine blood is pure, the spiritual power is strong, and the curse seal is stable.

At this time, the three incarnations of the King of Sky Envoys made a move together.

The power of the entire ritual array rose instantly, and all the sky envoys poured their power into the ritual array, and at the same time they sang hymns, and the power resonated together.

The power borrowed from the dream world, the power from the sky messenger.

The huge power of the two merged together, turning into pressure and pressing towards Romir.

In a split second.

An invisible storm revolved around Romir, and it was the center of the storm. The pressure was strongly oppressing the power of the three elements of divine grace, trying to melt them into one.

If it is someone else, you need to control the ritual array by yourself, and you have to worry about the lack of power of the ritual.

At the same time, the transformation process of this step took a very long time, and accidentally made a mistake in the middle.

But it can be seen that there is no such situation in Romir's body at all. That powerful force instantly pressed Romir's spirit and curse seal into a sacred blood unit. It began to transform in an instant, turning into a crystal that was too fine to be seen by the naked eye.

God stone.

When the changes started, the changes in Romir's body were like pushing the first domino.

The vast silver point was attracted to it, and the Divine Favor Stone continued to expand, eventually transforming all of Romil's divine blood.

"The Divine Favor Stone has condensed."

"The first step was successful."

"That is the God's Grace Stone, which is somewhat different from the Angel Stone."

All the angels in the sky were happy to see Romir's God Stone condensed, which means that the first step has been completed.

Everyone present also breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the most difficult step has been completed.

Even Romil was very happy.

At this moment, his consciousness was hanging in the sky, completely separated from his body, and looked at everything around him in the attitude of a spirit body.

"This is my divine grace stone."

"All the power of the wisdom seed is smelted into the apostle's stone."

The Divine Favor Art is named after the Divine Favor Stone, which shows the key to this step. From the perspective of those who have not experienced the path of the apostle, completing this step is almost equivalent to successfully entering the rank of apostle.

However, Duma under the altar looked at Lomir's Divine Favor Stone, and his expression became a little serious.

Romir's Divine Favor Stone has indeed condensed.

But very reluctantly, barely to the limit.

The size of the grace stone is a full circle smaller than that of a normal apostle.

If Duma hadn't personally arranged such a powerful ritual array, relying on Romil himself, it would be impossible for him to condense this divine grace stone by relying on his own talent and strength.

But at this point, there is no way out.

Naturally, Duma would not say anything at this time, because it would shake Romir's confidence.

Next.

Romil will use the Divine Favor Stone to transform his Angel Stone, transform his sky angel form, and step into a more perfect state.

The grace stone in the sky fell and merged into Romil's body.

It happened to touch Romir's forehead.

Boom!

Romir waved his wings and spread his hands.

At the same time, a strong air wave exploded in midair.

Romir's body blurred in an instant, but the Sky Envoy Stone deep in the center of his eyebrows burst into dazzling light.

The power of the Divine Favor Stone is continuously poured into the Sky Angel Stone, transforming the Angel Stone into an existence similar to a mythical organ, and Romir's consciousness, spiritual desire, and memory are also in the Sky Angel Stone. Transformed in.

Romir felt that his power was being reshaped, and his life essence was also leaping and approaching from a mortal to a mythical life.

At the same time, dense angel feathers fell from the surroundings.

Behind every feather of a sky messenger, there is a shadow of a sky messenger looming.

Once Romir truly becomes an eight-winged angel, these angels will also step out of the illusion and become Romir's cursed spirit and incarnation.

This is the power of the fourth-order apostle, one person can become an extraordinary army.

But this time a problem arises.

I saw that Romir's Divine Favor Stone kept shrinking, but his mythical organ transformation has not been completed for a long time.

Looking at the Grace Stone getting smaller and smaller, Romir instantly had a bad premonition in his heart.

The problem that his talent is not enough, and the condensed divine grace stone is too small is fully reflected at this moment.

However, Romir did not retreat, instead, he poured his power into the sky to make the stone power into it.

"Transformation!"

"Transformation!"

Romil shouted in his heart with anticipation.

However, until the power of the Divine Favor Stone is completely exhausted, Romir's Sky Envoy Stone is still a long way from the final transformation.

In an instant, Romir's sky-shielding stone was drawn towards the outside due to lack of follow-up power.

This changes.

It is also reflected in Romir's body.

There was a problem with the Sky Envoy's Stone, and Romil's body immediately became alienated.

The radiant Romil, his perfect sky instantly dissipated all the luster from his body, as if something inside him was devouring all his remaining power, devouring himself.

"What's wrong?" All the sky envoys have been watching Lomir, and of course they have noticed this change.

Soon.

Romir fell directly from a height.

His white sacred wings dimmed instantly, turning into the gray of the Winged Man.

He can no longer even maintain the form of a sky angel, and at this moment he is gradually turning back into a winged man, which is the iconic feature of a winged man, with his pair of strong lower limbs and sharp claws protruding through the skin.

"Romir!" Some sky angels who were familiar with Romir couldn't help shouting his name.

"How could it be?" More Sky turned pale, revealing a frightened expression.

Even if they don't have the knowledge of "Divine Favor", the sky angels present also know that once they fail to become apostles, they will face death.

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"Boom!"

Romir fell heavily to the ground, hitting the stone slab.

It's just an ordinary decline, so naturally it won't cause too much damage.

But the frightening thing is that Romil's sky-shielding stone is still absorbing the strength of his body, and it can be seen that he is gradually drying up.

The way of the apostles.

Only forward, not backward.

However, even if everything in Romir is sucked dry, it will not help, and it will not help.

But at this time, Romil was not so afraid. After preparing for so long, he was naturally ready to fail.

Romir struggled to get up from the ground and knelt down on the ground.

The other sky angels wanted to get closer to help him, but Romil immediately raised his hand to stop them and not allow them to approach.

Because the current Romir is like a bomb, it would be dangerous for ordinary sky users to approach him.

Lomir watched his feather fall to the ground, and when he wanted to grab it, the feather instantly turned into a ball of ashes.

His eyes stared straight at the mass of ashes, as if he had also seen his own end.

"Failed!"

"It still doesn't work!"

Romir knelt on the ground, witnessing his own failure, he was a little lost in his words, but at least he was not confused.

He finally realized Uz's last mood.

Although I failed, although I lost.

Although I still will not be reconciled.

But being able to see the final answer is also a perfect answer to one's own life. Even if there is a cross on the answer sheet of that life, it is still more fulfilling than a blank.

In the temple.

All the sky envoys looked at Lomir with regret, watching him kneel on the ground and move forward a little bit.

Romir knelt and approached Duma a little bit, and finally he came to the Trinity King of the Sky, and knelt under the altar.

Duma's seemingly divine face hasn't changed much, but there is a hint of sadness in her eyes.

She sent away generations of sky envoys, witnessed several eras of Yiren, and has gradually become accustomed to life and death.

But when every parting of life and death comes, sadness is still inevitable.

Romil knelt on the ground and said softly.

Also making the final farewell.

"Lord Duma!"

"I failed your expectations."

Romil took a deep breath, and then his voice became a little louder.

"Although, I cannot be your apostle."

"But my Divine Grace Stone has appeared, please use it to create an embryonic body of a mythical item!"

"I am willing to dedicate the dream of my life to you, forever fixed in the deep space of the dream world, and become your cornerstone to the throne of God."

Romir had a smile on his face, as if he was a child, circling around Duma's feet, speaking of his wishes without knowing the sky and the earth.

Create a mythical prop, and then use the power of the prop to become a demigod to compete for the fruit of wisdom of the four powers.

That was a conversation between Ray and Duma, a secret uttered by that ancient god.

At that time, Romil was waiting outside the temple, and at the same time overheard this conversation, and he has kept it in his heart ever since.

So Romir has already thought about it.

If he fails, he will make his power into a prop, which will become the cornerstone for Duma to become a god.

However, it is not that simple to create the embryonic body of mythical props.

It's just that Romir had an idea long ago, and he even prepared this idea as early as he embarked on the road of apostle.

Suddenly, Romil clasped his hands together in a prayer posture.

At the same time, he shouted: "Gift of power!"

He chanted the incantation of the "Gift of Power" divine spell, and cast this primitive and ancient divine spell that was beyond words.

It is not without any gains for Romir to obtain the knowledge of divine arts given by the gift of power.

The idea of ​​witch doctors to create ghost spirits inspired Romir.

Although he couldn't successfully cast this ancient magic on other people, he still had no problem casting it on a dead object.

He plans to imitate the way witch doctors make ghost spirits, and create an embryonic body of mythical props that retains part of his memories and emotions.

Then anchored by the dream of his own life, he created the prototype of this mythical prop.

Even after I die, another prop with my own memories can still guard Lord Duma's side, guarding the Holy Mountain of Light.

It's like Uth's book, which finally followed his descendant, little Matafus.

The magic technique is not complicated, but when it is performed, it makes the people around seem to return to the ancient times. The ancient frequency emitted by the spiritual power seems to let the witch doctors see the wild land and primitive ocean of the first era.

"What kind of magic is this?" The sky angels have never seen this kind of magic.

"I seem to hear a lot of people praying!" They seemed to hear the voice of prayer, but they couldn't hear what the prayer said.

"What the **** is this sound?" If you listen carefully, the sound is not like a human voice, but more like a natural sound.

"I heard the sound of the sea, no, it seemed to come from the depths of the starry sky." The sky messengers didn't know what the sound was from the depths of the starry sky, but they felt the starry sky from the sound Generally deep and ancient.

Romil released his power, ready to integrate his power into the altar in front of him.

But this time.

The sky of the Holy Trinity made the king's figure move forward simultaneously, and at the same time began to blur.

Above the Holy Mountain of Light, huge spiritual forces are constantly gathering and coming towards the center of the Radiant Temple.

Finally condensed into a complete figure, standing in front of Romir.

A sky envoy with four and a half pairs and nine wings appeared in front of Romir, preventing Romir's power from spilling out of his body.

The divinity in Duma's body became stronger, suppressing all the sky angels not daring to raise their heads.

Romir also stopped all actions.

Kneeling on the ground, he looked up at the nine-winged king of the sky, as if he really saw a god.

Such a stalwart and sacred.

And beauty.

At this moment, Duma, who was reunited as one, asked.

"Is this the gift of power you mentioned?"

"Spells that can only be cast by ancient gods?"

The stunned Lomir finally opened his mouth and shouted: "Lord Duma!"

Duma stopped all his movements, and shook his head at him: "Have you ever seen the consequences of casting this kind of magic, do you understand the price of making yourself into a prop for the dream of life?"

Before Romir could answer, Duma said in a long tone.

"I've seen it."

"If you have seen it, you will understand why death is called a blessing."

"Life after life sinking in nightmares and pain, pursuing death but not being able to obtain it, spanning hundreds of millions of years, in the end, only to seek a dissipated ending."

The King of Sky Envoy stared at the gate of the temple, and a picture slowly emerged in front of his eyes.

A big hole leading to the dream world was opened above the ancient snake-man city, and the two string couples were pulled by the thread of fate and entered a dream that had been running for 250 million years.

They couldn't resist, they could only growl feebly.

What sorrow, what despair, what pain.

For them, these words seem so powerless, not enough to describe the darkness in their hearts.

Duma had witnessed the tragedy of the Barrow family before, and heard the silent cries of those two dolls who had reincarnated countless times when they finally ushered in the end.

So she also knows the pain and despair involved, how could she be willing to see Romil end up like that with her own eyes.

The high sky made the king's face droop, and his eyes looked a bit melancholy.

"Romir!"

"Maybe you think you have grown up, but to me, you are just a child."

"Don't rush to choose things that you can't see the end of, and pay those unimaginable prices."

"Something, some thing."

"It's not something you can imagine, let alone something you can bear."

At this time, Romil's body was as dry as a mummy, and he felt that his Sky Angel Stone was breaking apart because he could no longer draw power.

This mythical organ is about to be destroyed before it takes shape.

Romir said anxiously: "But... already..."

What Romil didn't expect was that Duma put his finger on his forehead.

Spit out four words: "Gift of power!"

Romir's boy hole turned into a daze.

He only saw endless white light pouring into his mind, dragging his consciousness into a sacred space.

Just now, Romil chanted the mantra and cast it in front of Duma, without any concealment, and there are also factors to keep this kind of magic.

At this moment, Duma in turn cast the gift of power on Romil.

Although the gift of power divine technique is ancient, it is a very simple divine technique.

Although its casting conditions are very high.

Beings so high in this era are untouchable.

At this moment, Duma has been quartered into one, possessing a part of complete power.

She bestowed her own original power on Romir's body through a gift, and instantly saw that Romir's mythical organ, the Sky Envoy Stone, was supplemented with power, and it was supplemented without backlash.

It seems that Duma's divine blood is extremely pure divine blood, the divine blood inherited from the ancient creatures.

Immediately saw Romil's mythical organ transform further, and his sky transformed it back into shape.

From a pair of wings, it became two or three pairs again.

Finally.

The fourth pair of wings also slowly grew out, emitting radiance and stretching in the temple.

At the same time, the King of Sky Angels told Lomir.

"Romir, I don't need other people's sacrifice and suffering to achieve me, and you are not the cornerstone on my path to becoming a god."

"The road to becoming a **** is indeed difficult, and some people will pay any price for it."

"Someone sacrificed thousands of people to become a god."

"Someone, in order to become a god, everyone is the cornerstone."

Duma changed his words: "But if one day, I can really become a god."

"I will do it the way I want!"

"Be the **** I want!"

"If you lose your original heart, then you become a **** in the end, and you are not the kind of **** I want to be."

In the end, Duma told Lomir very seriously, and seemed to be talking to herself at the same time.

"I want to be a god."

"Become, the **** in my heart."

After saying these words, the light of power gifted with power gradually faded away.

Duma finally let go of the finger on Romir's forehead.

At this moment, a brand new eight-winged sky envoy appeared.

Romir knelt in front of the nine-winged sky angel king, his consciousness gradually returned to his body, and his eyes turned from hollow to full of spirit.

Keeping his head up in a kneeling position, he looked at the nine-winged angel in front of him with confused eyes.

Then he lowered his head, looking at the changes in himself with shock in his eyes.

"I made it!"

"I am... an apostle?"

Romir immediately raised his head again, looking straight at Duma.

"No, it's Lord Duma."

"Master Duma, you directly transferred part of your original power to me through the gift of power."

Romir didn't understand why Duma was able to successfully cast the gift of power.

The witch doctor gods said so.

Only those existences that survived from the ancient times can be used, such as those gods.

However, even the gods will not easily give their original power to others. Most of the time, they just give a power seed. It is definitely not pushed directly to the point of apostle.

At this time, Lomir suddenly remembered a title that was circulated in the snake-man kingdom, which Zeng Lei seemed to have said as well.

Duma, Son of God.

Romil didn't think deeply before. He knew that Duma was the heir of the first Lord of Glory, but he didn't think about the difference between the heirs of gods and ordinary creatures.

Although the snake people, wing people, and lizard people of the second era were unable to use the gift of power, Duma was not a wing person from the beginning.

She doesn't even have the Seal of the Wind that is hidden in the body of the Winged Man.

Although I don't know how to define this Son of God born from Xiao's spiritual sea.

But at the very least, she does not belong to the kind of creature created with the Shenyue Stone.

Her strength and bloodline are very similar to those of the ancient times.

The lord of brilliance has fallen from the divine position, but she still maintains the form of the sky angel, and even becomes the source of the sky angel.

She is the world's first celestial angel, the heir and descendant of the ancient mythology.

After understanding this, Lomir suddenly fell into deep self-blame.

"Lord Duma!"

"You shouldn't waste your precious original power because of me, this will hinder your journey to the myth."

Duma seemed to see Romir's remorse.

Because he not only failed to help Duma become a god, but dragged Duma down.

"Don't worry."

"Since I have chosen this path, I have decided to go alone."

"I don't need you to do this, and I don't need to use other people's sacrifices as my stepping stones."

Duma's figure looks tall, but she also looks thin. She said in a somewhat lonely voice with a pretended indifference.

"I was born with the wings of the sky, and I can soar in the sky alone."

After Duma finished speaking, the nine-winged angel's figure disappeared again.

A figure split into three, and the huge spiritual power dissipated again and fell into the Holy Mountain of Light.

At this point, it can be seen that the enchantment of the entire Guangming Holy Mountain overlaps with a spiritual force field, which is Duma's spiritual force field.

A speech circulated in the temple, echoing between the dome and the pillars.

"From today onwards, you, Romil, are the Sky Angel guarding the throne, and you can freely enter and leave the Temple of Radiance."

"When I am away, you will guard the seat of the Temple of Radiance and preside over the affairs of the Holy Mountain of Light."

In the reverberation of the voice, the three shadows of Duma further turned into nothingness and disappeared into the air.

A large number of sky angels gathered around, staring at Romir's four pairs of wings. This is the eight-winged sky angel born among the winged people in the true sense for hundreds of years. After Germany.

"Romir!" Someone stepped forward to greet him, but his expression seemed to be more respectful, after all, the person in front of him was already an apostle.

"Four pairs of wings!" Someone exclaimed.

"The sky envoy who guards the throne of God?" Someone thought deeply about the division of the position of the sky envoy who guards the throne of God.

And Romil stood straight in front of the throne, his eyes were a little confused at first, and then turned into firmness.