I am God Chapter 119: ：Conversation with God
Holy temple.
The light of the dream sun penetrates the stained glass windows and casts on the stone slab, and Santito just kneels in the center of the overlapping light.
The **** on the altar looked at Santito and didn't speak for a while.
The craftsman under the altar bowed his head humbly, feeling uneasy in his heart.
When Yu's heart sank to the bottom, God finally spoke.
God said.
"Actually, I don't want to give you the creative power of dreams, because I'm not sure whether this power brings hope or destruction."
"It's like Ruhe's power. It came to help you build your homeland, but in the end it became a giant monster of destruction."
"Maybe if this power is given to you, you will perish faster."
"Although I don't pay much attention to you, I still hope that you will exist longer."
"Even if."
"Your civilization is bound to be destroyed in the long river of time. I still hope that the civilization created by Ledricky will shine brightly and leave enough traces."
The word of God did not stop, but continued.
"However."
"Sheila said she would like to believe in your possibilities, and she begged again and again to give you another chance."
"She always said that you will create great miracles, but you just lack an opportunity."
The messenger of God, Sheila, who stood on the right side of the altar, bent down and bowed respectfully to the god.
Stantito's mood fluctuated as if he fell from a high mountain to a valley, but at the end of hearing it, his mood completely calmed down.
Because he truly experienced the benevolence of the gods, as well as his greatness.
He glanced at the messenger Sheila gratefully, then raised his head and said.
"The great God of Insai!"
"Although we always mess up everything, although the Sanye people always run counter to God's guidance."
"We are arrogant, we are greedy, and we are always showing our ugly side in front of you."
"But even in the darkest depths of our hearts, we also have a heart longing for beauty and yearning for the future."
God's tone changed slightly, as if after a long sigh.
"I hope this time, you can use the creative power of dreams well."
"Hopefully."
"What it brings is to create a better future."
The **** smiled faintly and cast his eyes down.
Stantito saw countless streams of stars slipping down from the heights, and the slight gaze of the gods made him a little unable to lift his head.
"Don't mess it up, every time you ask me to give you something."
"In the end, it's like me giving you a magic box of destruction."
"Even if."
"I put hope in the box."
Stantito knelt on the ground and knocked his head on the stone slab vigorously, one could see the excitement and surge in his heart.
He was ashamed of the original sin of the Sanye people, but also grateful for the magnificence of the gods.
"No! Not this time."
"Benevolent and great god!"
"This time, we will definitely live up to your expectations."
God did not answer, but Santito understood what it meant.
All promises and vows are meaningless before the eternal God. For Him who transcends time, perhaps a moment of rest, God will be able to see the end.
The promise you swore at the beginning, the unswerving belief, shouted the vow that will never change.
It is very likely that in the blink of an eye, the gods will be shattered and disappear.
But even so.
Stantito is still willing to believe that the Sanye people can rely on the creative power of dreams to create hope and a bright future.
He wants to believe it.
I also believe so.
The messenger of God, Sheila, walked up to Santito and led him to the outside of the temple.
"Stantito."
"Come and receive your gift! Take a look at the future and hope you seek for the Sanye people."
Outside the palace of gods, one dream after another of fairies floated out of the sea of flowers, surrounding Santito and the dream demon Sheila.
"La la la!"
"Are you about to start?"
"From now on, we will also be big goblins."
They dragged Santito to chase after the shadow of Heila, the envoy of God, singing innocent but sacred songs, and flew into the sky with smiles.
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The dream world is mainly divided into three layers.
The uppermost layer is the light and dust of dreams of all the Sanye people and the people of Moyuan, and the dream of life condensed by their death in the end.
The lowest level is the kingdom of gods that merged with the land bestowed by gods after the completion of the dream egg of Sheila, the messenger of gods.
The second floor is still blank.
However, long before, the gods had designated it as the growth place of the dream eggs reserved for the dream fairies.
It belongs to the kingdom of fairies.
The dream egg of the goblin is a channel to communicate reality and dreams, half in reality and half in dreams.
It can project the power of the dream world to the human world, and affect the real world in the form of a domain.
"Quick, quick!"
"It's snowballing."
The dream fairies happily pushed their dream eggs up to the second floor.
They push their colorful dreams under the sea of fantasy stars, cheering and chasing and playing with each other.
In the end, the power of hundreds of dream eggs merged together and turned into a huge dream bubble.
Dreamland The sun manifests the shadow of the God's Cup, and the dream of the gods carried in the cup becomes crystal clear under the sun's rays.
Subsequent.
Project one magic symbol after another.
"I want to become a snow fairy." A fairy caught the ice-like symbol in it, and white snow fell wherever the fairy passed.
"I want to become a fairy of pottery." It held a pottery puppet in its hand, and wherever it passed, a ceramic-like earth appeared in the dream bubble.
"I want to become an Iron Fairy." This fairy has a delicate brooch on his chest.
"I, I, I, I want to become the Fairy of Weaving." It was wearing a warm scarf, which was a gift from Lord Sheila.
In the huge dream bubble, all kinds of magical things that Santito could not imagine appeared in an instant.
This is a fantasy realm, or a kingdom of fairies.
The goblins scrambled to catch the phantoms of the laws projected by different **** dreams, mastered the power to condense snow, pottery, iron, and weaving, and then they transformed their dream eggs according to their own ideas, creating The land of fairies in my imagination.
Stantito also gradually understood.
The power of the goblin is not creation, the power of creation comes from the dream of God carried in the Cup of God.
It is a law-like power. Ice, pottery, iron, weaving, etc. are all derived from the power of that law.
The power of the goblin is more like a dream field, which can manifest the things in the dream of the gods.
Sheila, the messenger of the gods, stood in this fairy kingdom, watching the playful fairies with a smile on her face.
She sees from a completely different angle than Santito, and she sees the future of the dream world.
Dream fairies grow out of the sea of sunflowers at the foot of the Temple of God, and after growing into big fairies, they will bring their dream eggs into the kingdom of fairies.
When these dream eggs are cultivated and matured by the three-leaf people, they will merge with part of the existence of the real world and sink into the lower layer of the dream world.
Into an existence similar to the kingdom of gods.
As a result, the dream world will become stronger and stronger.
Eventually.
Truly become the kingdom of God.
Sila, the goblin in the dreamland, looked at Santito beside him: "Your body is dead, and I have chosen for you the most shining place among the stars, where you can enjoy your sweet dreams and peace."
"But you can choose someone to inherit the power of this dream. Who would you choose to be the successor of your will?"
"I can send you into the fantasy star sea, and choose the person you want in the dream."
Stantito had already made a choice. He looked at the world from the magnificent and dreamy kingdom of fairies.
A figure was reflected in the eyes, a three-leaf man with the brand of a slave on his body.
"No need to choose, I have already found it."
Stantito laughed, eyes full of anticipation.
"A preacher."
"A person who inherits the great poet's good wishes and my dreams."