I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 437: The true meaning of myth (2)
"Feiguangfeiguang, persuade you to have a glass of wine..."
Vaguely, chanting sounded in my ears.
"I don't know the blue sky is high, the loess is thick..."
"Only when the moon is cold and the sun is warm, let's cook life..."
Li Shouyi stands on the tall building of Luming Mountain Villa, looking up at the sky.
"Li He's "Bitter Day Short"!" he thought.
The rain on the sky above my head gradually changed color under the moonlight.
In the rain, the moon and flowers are intertwined like gold and silver threads.
The strips are like olives, stubbornly hanging down, falling straight down into the sky.
"Emperor Flowing!" Li Shouyi gave a bow of rain.
The rain is warm, like a treasure.
It is the Emperor Flowing!
More than that!
He also saw that the sky trailed, and the meteors that fell straight to the northwest gradually became illusory.
It keeps falling.
Slowly turned into countless streamers, falling to the northwest!
Li Shouyi knows the origin of Emperor Liuliu.
From the Kunlun Mountains!
It is the torn Kunlun Mountain, the blessing to this world.
It is also the gift of the fairy **** who has been dead for countless years.
The stream of light falls to the west, like the east wind, blooming flowers and trees at night, blowing down the stars like rain.
Li Shouyi knows that just now, the world has walked from the brink of destruction and destruction!
He lightly tapped his feet and floated to the distant building.
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Long bulging, echoing in my ears.
A low cappella, lingering in the air.
"Eating bears is fat, frogs are thin..."
The inside and outside of the hall are intact.
Everyone in the ballroom is unscathed.
"Where is the god? There is Taiyi?"
Countless golden silk threads, like flowing water, flow along the singing.
It's like the water that is going to rush to the sea.
"There is a tree in the east of the sky, with a candle dragon underneath..."
The flowing golden thread is singing, as if there is life, winding, curling and coupling...
So, in front of everyone, there was an extremely magnificent scene.
The sacred tree is whirling and independent.
The real dragon wanders under the candlelight.
As if in front of my eyes, like a mirage, reflecting the ancient times, the scenery under the hibiscus tree in the east of the day and the extreme earth.
"I will cut the dragon feet and chew the dragon meat!"
Suddenly, the chanting became louder.
It's like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening.
It's also like a famous saying in the world, and it is initiating.
Make people wake up to all the mistakes in this life, all the wrong things that have been done.
One by one came to my heart.
But it's vague and unpredictable!
"This is..." Someone finally woke up: "There is great power waiting for me to preach and release!"
"This is a great opportunity!"
"Don't miss it!"
"Hurry up and hold your breath, let go of your mind!"
Almost everyone was sitting cross-legged when he spoke.
Even many ordinary people in this Luming Hall felt that there was a faint heat wave in the body, and there seemed to be a warm current surging in the meridians.
No matter how stupid they are, they understand.
Sitting cross-legged one after another, or ignorantly or cleverly began to meditate cross-legged, calmly guiding these warm currents and heat waves.
Golden thread, cruising in the hall.
Various magnificent pictures, lifelike.
Chiba Michiko also sat down cross-legged.
A few gold threads fell slowly around her body and soaked into the skin.
It's warm, like a spring breeze, blowing in my heart.
Hundreds of limbs, the heat is rolling.
Only for a moment, the momentum of Chiba Michiko's body rose up.
The next second, she has stepped into the realm of a lieutenant colonel!
Break the world in an instant!
Chiba Michiko was excited.
The singing in the ears continues.
"Make it impossible to return to the court, and not to fall at night..."
"Naturally the old do not die, and the young do not cry..."
"What is serving gold and swallowing white jade?"
In the hall, the sacred tree composed of gold threads has collapsed, and the sacred dragon under the tree has been beheaded and divided.
Dragon blood and dragon meat are dismembered piece by piece.
Then, these dragon blood and dragon meat washed everyone like a drizzle.
Under the shining of the dragon's flesh and blood, everyone in the hall is undergoing magical changes.
Mortals are transcendent, and transcendents gradually have a touch of divine characteristics.
The most obvious one is Chiba Michiko.
A little pink mark appeared on the forehead of the Fusang girl.
The foxtail on her body slowly fluffy.
A strip of golden silk thread continuously penetrates into her skin.
In the ear, the chanting sound gradually decreased.
"Who is like Master Ren, riding a blue donkey in the clouds!"
Chiba Michiko suddenly opened his eyes.
A pair of beautiful eyes, flowing color continuously, the skin on the body has a faint fragrance like blue musk.
Calling people is just a smell, I'm afraid I will be shaken!
The tail behind him shook quietly.
Not a foxtail at all!
At this moment, Chiba Michiko finally understood his bloodline.
Take the yellow!
She is a cub of Huang Cheng!
Now, I finally awakened the blood that had been sleeping for countless generations.
This is from ancient blood!
"Liu Che Mao's mausoleum has many stagnant bones, and Ying Zhengzi's coffin Fei abalone..."
The singing in the ears finally returned to emptiness.
The golden thread disappeared without a trace.
In the hall, there is no sacred tree, no sacred dragon, and no feast!
But Chiba Michiko, who has heard the singing voice?
"Master Ling!" She said excitedly in her heart: "It's Master Ling!"
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"Liu Che's mausoleum is too stagnant, and Ying Zhengzi's coffin Fei abalone!"
Li Shouyi landed in the parking lot in front of Luming Hall.
The singing and drum beats in the ears gradually returned to nothingness.
The emperor flowing from the sky disappeared.
On the sky, there was only a downpour of rain, which was falling down.
Li Shouyi raised his head and looked at the sky that had no vision.
He knows...
This time, the Federal Empire owes that one, so great favor!
This imperial flow covers the entire imperial capital!
In the coming year, the number of extraordinary ones among the newborns in the Imperial Capital will increase sharply!
Moreover, their talents will be very good!
Even...
There are many more, which will be talented.
Is the imperial capital today, I am afraid it will benefit a lot.
After tonight, all kinds of treasures will appear everywhere in the imperial capital.
Such a favor, but it's not good to pay it back!
More importantly...
Li Shouyi knows that the Federal Empire will have more things to ask for.
So...
He stopped at the entrance of the Luming Hall and didn't take a step forward.
Even if he felt it faintly, it was in the main hall of Luming Hall in front of him.
The will of the gods is coming back!
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In the Luming Hall.
Chiba Michiko suddenly looked at the Prince of Poland in the hall.
She frowned tightly.
Soon, everyone noticed Ludwick.
Because, at this moment, the Prince of Poland has become extremely weird.
He squatted on the ground without saying a word.
The whole body is nestled like a dog.
The limbs touched the ground, and the head was stuck down.
If this is the case, no one may care.
But the clothes on his body were torn a bit.
In the flesh and blood under the skin, something seems to be coming out.
Silver moonlight reflected from under that skin.
The whole hall was reflected in white.
As if wrapped in frost.
"Your Highness..." Several Ludwig's entourage hurried forward, wanting to check.
"Sinner!" Ludwig's head was drooping down, and suddenly he let out a cold cry. He had no emotions, just like a machine, coldly yelling: "Don't desecrate my sacred body!"
His limbs twisted slowly.
Gradually, the limbs on both sides slowly coupled together.
Silver wheels appear in front of people.
And Ludwig's whole person, at this moment, suddenly deformed.
It turned out to be a chariot haunting silver moonlight.
Hundreds of sacred wings grew from the war body, and on the golden wings, there was a hymn faintly spreading.
Countless eyes, golden eyes, grow from the front, back, left, and right of the tank.
"Mortal!" Those countless eyes looked at everyone in the entire hall.
There is no emotion in the golden eyes.
"Kneel down!" The chariot roared, and the moonlight under the wheels stirred countless auras.
"Kneel down in front of the holy Ahali!"
"Kneel to the supreme god!"
"Pray!"
"Lambs!"
"In front of you is..."
"The wheel of the eternal lord...the wheel of the moon..."
"The Gatekeeper of Heaven!"
Among the hundreds of golden wings, chants are chanted indistinctly.
"Our Father in heaven...may everyone honor your name as holy..."
Latin, Polish, French, Francophone...
All kinds of languages, praise together.
The awakened archangel, the wheel of the moon, the left eye of God.
Proudly volley.
Two wheels, rolling, golden wings, chants.
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Boom...Boom...Boom...
The cathedral of the Papal State, the bell on the bell tower, suddenly no one rings.
The cardinals who were praying raised their heads and looked at the pope who was preaching.
The patriarch of God in the world.
The old pope picked up the scripture in his hand.
He said devoutly and fanatically: "Praise! Lambs of the Lord!"
"Because of the Lord's messenger, the guardian of the third day, the Lord's left eye and wheel, the messenger dragging the moon, has come!"
So he drew a cross: "Lord! May your kingdom come...May your will be done on the earth, like walking in the sky..."
"Amen!"
All the priests prayed one after another: "May your kingdom come...May your will be done on earth, like walking in the sky...Amen!"
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Bone Church.
Above the holy throne, the sacred Seraphim is suspended in the air.
His vaguely divine appearance is hidden in the milky white light.
Behind him, the gate of heaven seems to be slowly opening.
The blazing light and sacred hymns faintly overflow from it.
All the priests are already on the ground.
Start praying.
"I know I am a sinner and need your forgiveness..."
In the sound of prayer, the angel king raised his scepter.
Among the scepter, the holy light flows like water.
He looked at a gem set on the scepter.
A gem from heaven.
The core of Ahali!
Through it, the King of Angels saw that the silver wheels rose into the sky, and the golden wings opened.
"Ahali...woke up?" He thought.
But...
This does not seem to be planned.
He shouldn't wake up so fast...
Because...
He hasn't got the core yet!
Without the core...
The absence of a core means that if he falls.
Then, from his body, heresy will be born!
Thinking of the heresy, the King of Angels suddenly became uneasy.
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Ling Ping An looks at the people who are fascinated by their music.
He suddenly remembered.
"I remember... I agreed to Chiba Michiko..."
"Here, it seems to have wasted a lot of time..."
"Let’s find Qianye sauce!"
So he disappeared like a phantom.
In the next instant, people appeared in a magnificent hall.
Raising his eyes forward, he saw a shiny silver chariot full of futuristic science fiction, but extremely retro, suspended in the middle of the hall.
A golden eye came out of the car.
Inside the tank, there seemed to be mechanical noises talking coldly.
"Mortals!"
"Kneel down!"
"Kneel down in front of the holy Ahali!"
"Kneel to the supreme god!"
"Pray!"
"Lambs!"
"In front of you is the wheel of the eternal lord, the wheel of the moon..."
"The Gatekeeper of Heaven!"
The wheels are rolling, aggressive.
Ling Ping'an frowned.
"Kneel down?" He wondered: "Who do you ask to kneel down?"
"Supreme?"
"Who approved you to use such a term?"
"Supreme..." The corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "This is a word that only I can use!"
His instinctive feeling is that in front of him, using "Supreme" is to slap him in the face!
It's lying in public!
After all, there is an ant in the ant nest that he is very strong and invincible.
The ants are trembling.
But if humans hear it, I am afraid they will only laugh!
Have you beaten one of my cold hairs?
Come on, I will use a fingernail to compete with you!
He feels that way now.
So he narrowed his eyes.
"Um..." He looked at the floating chariot and suddenly laughed: "What do I think it is?"
"It turned out to be a poor worm..."
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The archangel, the moon wheel Ahali is suspended in the air.
The rolling divine might, like a mountain like a prison, is too heavy for people to lift their heads.
Everyone only felt inexplicable heart palpitations, and couldn't help thinking about worshipping, bowing down, and repenting in their hearts.
This is an impulse from instinct.
It is the trembling facing the superior.
The impulse that is written in the genes and engraved in the soul.
At this moment, a sneer came from some corner.
"What did I think it was?"
The man wearing a facial mask came out of the shadows.
He commented and mocked casually: "It turned out to be a poor bug!"
Before the moon wheel, in front of the resurrected archangel, the man was relaxed and pressure-free.
He treats this angel as if nothing!
"What did you say?!"
Among the wheels, the mighty power is rolling!
Within the hundreds of wings, countless anger billowed.
"Kneel down!"
"Kneel down!"
"Kneel down!"
But the man didn't seem to hear it, and he twisted his neck casually.
"I said..." He stepped forward slowly, then reached out his hand.
The hand of an ordinary adult man as white as jade.
This hand is unremarkable and without power.
But when he reached out his hand.
It's covering the sky and the sun.
The majestic, majestic angel, like a helpless firefly, was held lightly by this hand.
Yes!
In everyone's eyes, the man wearing the facial mask just stretched out his hand gently.
There is no change in that hand, nor any psionic power.
Just a light hold, just like in Journey to the West, Tathagata Buddha opens his palm.
In everyone's eyes, the floating angel was lightly held by this hand.
The original majestic angel became a little toy with wheels in his hands.
"I have said...you are a poor creature!" The man on the face chuckled: "You still don't believe it!"
With a light throw of his hand, the silver chariot in his palm was thrown out and fell to the floor.
The tank was smashed to pieces.
The golden parts are scattered one by one.
The gears and rivets are rolling on the floor.
"What's the matter?" People were shocked inexplicably.
"The angel... is actually a bunch of parts..."
"A machine?"
"Cross-teaching machine!"
This fact makes it difficult for people to calm down.
But thinking about it, it seems understandable again.
The angel, in the legend of the Cross, is material, not purely spiritual.
The most important thing is...their name.
An angel.
The wheel of God, the eye of God.
This in itself implies their status.
It is a tool, it is a machine.
Like cars, airplanes, ships, surveillance, satellites created by humans...
But the man with the mask laughed.
He jokingly asked the parts scattered on the floor: "Hey! Do you know what I said right now?"
"You poor hapless bastard!"
People looked at the parts scattered all over the floor.
These parts, under people's gaze, slowly dissolved and turned into a pool of silver jelly.
Then, these things squirmed slowly, slowly pieced together.
Finally, a silver figure appeared in front of the man.
He looked around blankly.
Then lowered his head and looked at his body.
A bull horn grows from his forehead.
A green beard grows from his chin.
His face slowly grew old.
Next, he knelt down.
Kneel down to the man wearing the mask.
"Son of the Storm... Guardian of the Moon and Time... Protector of All Ur..."
"Nanna salutes you!"
"Thank you for freeing me from eternal slavery and imprisonment!"
"Nanna!?" Aiko Reimiya seemed to think of something.
"The Moon God of Sumer, the God of Prophecy?"
"The son of Enlil, the supreme **** of the storm, the father of the sun **** Utu and the king Nigar?"
The silver old man listened, feeling ashamed.
"That was a long time ago..."
"Unexpectedly, anyone in the world remembers me..."
He smiled bitterly as he said.
And everyone is shocked inexplicably!
How could Ahali, the angel of the Moon Wheel of the Cross, be the Moon God of Sumer?
What the **** is going on here?
But...
In the minds of high-level people like Aiko Riyako~IndoMTL.com~ they are vaguely, if they know it.
"Myth Invasion..."
"Myth Coverage..."
"Is the truth like this?"
"The truth behind this is so cruel?!"
For the defeated, there are more than bones left.
To be made into artifacts.
Just like the ancient human tribes, they dealt with the defeated.
The body of the loser is made into a wine vessel.
With this eternal humiliation, enslavement and torture to him.
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