I am God Chapter 568: : Famous painting “Dragonfly”

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Spring is here.

Although he couldn't hear the sound, he seemed to be able to hear the rapid growth and climbing of the vines outside the window, because in just one night, it had already overflowed the window sill of Matavus.

There is no sound in the growth of life, but we can hear the sound of rhythm in our hearts and imagine the beautiful picture.

In a hotel room in Lime City, Matafus is reading a book.

It is the "Biography of King Meurabi" given to her by the Arab priest.

"Wow~"

The room is very quiet, only the sound of pages being turned can be heard.

In the book, King Meurabi is a follower of King Osis. He is Suinhor's first mortal king, and he has been promoting the policies of Osis all his life.

It is also because of this that there is the Suinhall Kingdom today, rather than a divided city-state.

He suppressed the rebellion, divided the nobles, and killed a large number of opponents. In the end, even Anu, his most loyal arm, was not spared.

In this biography, we can see how Morabi broke with Anu step by step. At first, there was a disagreement over whether the snake man could enter the Feathered Serpent Pyramid, and then the Harvest Temple grew stronger day by day.

In the end, it was because of the appearance of the totem pole.

Totem poles can transform the power of lizard people, which worries Morabi very much.

But this is not the fuse, the real key factor that overwhelms the final straw.

The King Morabi is old.

He is going to die.

That's why the last scene happened. The former friends and companions fought each other desperately, one wanted to kill the other, and the other cut off the other's arm.

This biography is much longer than the canon, but a book always has a last page.

On the last page, there are words that King Meurabi said.

"He said well, I'm sorry for him."

"I lied to him, I told him that snake people and lizard people can coexist."

"People will change."

“…”

Matafus finished reading this biography about the mortal king Murabi according to what the Arab priest said.

When she finished reading, she didn't know how to describe Morabi, the king of mortals.

At least, it's not a simple bad word.

He is not a qualified friend, nor is he a person of high moral character, but a king who does not hesitate to sacrifice anyone in order to achieve his goals.

But in the end, he did what he promised King Osis, and also completed the transformation of the Suinhor city-state alliance into a complete country.

After reading the words on the last page, Matafuss did not close the book for a long time.

"People will change."

Perhaps, Morabi once imagined that they lived together in harmony and supported Suinhor together.

It's just that in the end, he didn't choose to believe in Anu.

"We fall asleep with the best expectations, but wake up with the worst plans."

Matafus didn't know why, but she said what Rab said before.

"We believe in the beauty of human nature, but we know that beauty cannot stand the test. We believe that justice exists, but we don't believe that justice belongs to us."

"So we have the best dreams and tell the best stories."

"But always doing despicable things and doing ugly things."

For the first time, Matafus felt the complexity of human beings.

One thing has right and wrong, but a person can be a hero and a villain at the same time.

It may have done bright things, but it also has a dark side.

She no longer easily judges a person's right and wrong, at least she will not simply comment on a person based on a story.

After reading the story of King Meurabi, Matafus in front of the window also picked up a leather booklet.

Imitated what Rab used to be, thinking about something in front of the window, and then wrote it down bit by bit.

When under the Feathered Serpent Pyramid.

While waiting there, Matafus didn't do nothing. She quietly wrote a story according to Rab's dictation.

The story of the black dragon, a script written with Anu as the protagonist, is completely different from the side description in the scriptures.

Matafus has seen the performances of the Goblin Troupe, and has translated and dubbed the characters of the Goblin Troupe many times. When she was in Moonlight City, she also wrote many drafts of the plot.

She never thought that these things could be used again.

And now.

She tried to write a script in the mode of puppet drama.

She originally planned to show Rab a look after the story was finished, but she didn't expect to miss it in the end.

At this moment.

After carefully reading the details after "The Legend of Meurabi" again, Matafus felt that the Anu in her mind became clearer.

She writes like a god, combining Anu in Rab's eyes, Anu in Murabi's eyes, and Anu in her own eyes, and writes a brand new story.

When the story was completed, she prefaced with the words that the Feathered Serpent God Kurmis said to herself.

"A person's true inner good and evil are not influenced by his appearance. He is not kind because of beauty, nor evil because of ugliness."

Then, give it a name.

"Dragon Heart."

Matafus held "Dragon Heart" and said with nostalgia.

"Arab God Attendant, this is the only thing I can do for you."

She took her leather booklet and walked out of the hotel.

She is going to find a rainbow tree and send out the script that she tried to write for the first time.

Although there is a prayer hall for the tower keeper in Lime City, there is no Temple of Miracles, so there is no Rainbow Tree.

However, Lime City is not far from the volcanic forest. In such a vast forest, it is not difficult to find a rainbow tree.

Matafus wandered around in the volcanic forest, followed the method Rab taught him, and finally passed through a layer of colored light.

Looking up, I saw a rainbow tree with flowers of different colors.

This rainbow tree should be quite old.

It is very tall and the tree hole is also very wide.

Matafus stepped forward, began to pray under the rainbow tree, and performed some kind of ritual.

However, this ceremony is not connected to the gods, but to the existence of a certain Creator God Kingdom.

"The messenger of the God of Creation, the head of the goblin troupe, the big goblin Simila."

"Please accept my story!"

"Although I may not write it well, this story must be a good one."

After Matafus prayed, she put the leather book in her hand into the tree hole.

As soon as the vortex in the tree hole turned, the leather book disappeared into it.

Matafus had some expectations, but also some worries.

She doesn't know whether the other party can receive it.

Will you read it after receiving it, and will you approve it after reading it?

However.

She hopes that one day, when passing through a certain city.

Can once again dream of the legendary goblin troupe, the beautiful voice and shadow like a dream elf stood on the stage and announced to everyone.

"Today we are going to perform -"

"Dragon Heart."

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On the way back, you can see that the entire Lime City has held celebrations for many consecutive days.

Worshipers of the Temple of Harvest and Feathered Serpent are rejoicing, because their **** has just performed a miracle and traveled to the kingdom of the gods.

When Matafus passed the street, she could see the servants of the Harvest Temple carrying a huge statue of Feathered Serpent made of plants, across the street to the distance.

And where the statue passed, the trees on the street actually glowed with vitality one by one.

This made the believers on both sides of the street become extremely fanatical.

"Great Feathered Serpent God Kurmis, thank you for bringing the power of harvest."

"God of Harvest, under your protection, this year must be a year of good weather."

"Thank you for your gift..."

Everyone was prostrate on the ground, but still couldn't help looking at the tall **** statue out of the corner of their eyes.

In their eyes, the **** shone with golden light, bringing harvest and food.

So beautiful, so divine.

Matavus also stood by the roadside, remembering what the Feathered Serpent God Kurmis had said to her.

"Once upon a time, they called me a monster."

"Later, they called me the Strange Feathered Serpent."

"In the end, they called me Feathered Serpent."

And from this moment on.

The image of the Feathered Serpent is truly and thoroughly linked and connected with the gods.

No one calls it a monster anymore, and no one thinks it's weird anymore.

Everyone shouted when they saw it.

"Ah, what a divine and beautiful gesture!"

"Only a **** can have such a majestic form."

"The golden color represents a good harvest, the wings represent good weather, and the mane represents..."

Matafus waited for the statue of the Feathered Serpent to pass by, and prepared to go back.

But I didn't expect that there seemed to be a voice coming from the statue.

"Mata Fusi~"

"Come here~"

Matafus raised her head and took a look. Although she didn't see anything, she vaguely understood something.

So he walked forward with the statue, and finally entered the Temple of Harvest.

The people in the temple did not stop Matafus, allowing her to enter the deepest part.

Outside of a sacred hall, there are a large number of demon knights and servants in yellow robes crawling on the ground.

The feeling of these magic knights is completely different from before. They and the magic crystals of their own contracted monsters have undergone the training of the power of the Feathered Serpent God. In other words, from now on, they are truly God's servants.

They can contact their **** anytime and anywhere, as long as they chant the name of the **** and the **** is willing to respond to him.

They can borrow the power of God from the Kingdom of God.

The Harvest Temple at this time is completely different from the previous Harvest Temple.

And this is just a change in the Temple of Harvest.

The changes in potions and monsters are even more dramatic.

The Feathered Serpent possesses a mythical personality.

The potion in the whole world can grow freely, and the potion plant has truly become an extraordinary plant that can reproduce and inherit itself.

The self-propagation and inheritance of potion plants also means that the Warcraft family has truly entered the stage of history.

Not a flash in the pan, but a real group.

In places that ordinary people can't see, in every corner of the world, a large number of potion plants are multiplying and growing, and new monsters are constantly emerging.

Matafus looked at these magic knights, and finally saw the Patriarch of the Harvest Temple. The other party stretched out his hand and made an invitation gesture to let him enter the temple.

Matafus nodded and entered the hall.

I saw the statue of the Feathered Serpent made of plants just now.

A ray of light shot up into the sky, shot into the dome of the palace, and merged into the painted painting.

A golden door opens.

Looking through the gate, one sees a strange world composed of extraordinary plants.

There, the huge Feathered Serpent God's body was suspended at the top of the Kingdom of God, coiled together and blended into the sea of ​​clouds.

"The Land of Gold."

Matafus once again saw the kingdom of God that had ascended to the kingdom of the gods, and this time she saw with sharp eyes that there was still a figure standing under the huge feathered snake body.

And the figure fell down and fell directly into the world.

Fall into the statue made of plants in front of Matafuss.

A moment later, the idol started to move.

It was only then that Matafus saw that the feathered snakes made of plants were coiled together, and there was a dead snake-man egg in its arms.

At this moment, a shadow entered the dead egg.

Huge vitality poured into it, and then the dead eggs were revived, and then the shell was broken and born.

A young snakeman emerges from the egg, but takes only a few steps before becoming an adult.

The golden light condensed and turned into a yellow robe.

The snake man stepped forward little by little, and walked in front of Matafuss, staring at her with the golden Tongkong.

"I will fulfill my promise."

Of course Matafus knew that the one in front of her should be the appearance of Kurmis when she was a snake man.

But she raised her head and saw that the huge Feathered Serpent body in the Kingdom of God was still there.

"There are two of you."

"Is this a clone?"

The other party replied: "No, I am reincarnated from the main body."

Kurmis, the Feathered Serpent God, raised his head and looked at the stalwart mythical life body.

"That's the body that my mythical prop Golden Seed Jar shows. Unlike the Blue Goddess who uses her own ghost to transform into a mythical spirit, I use my spirit and body to make the Golden Seed Jar."

"I gave it my spiritual part and became the mythical spirit that controls it."

"You can think that it is only my body and spirit that have become myths, and I am still walking on the path of myths."

This is the first time Matafus knows this secret.

But she was even more puzzled, why did she do this?

"Why, is it not good to just become a myth?"

Kurmis, the Feathered Serpent God, did not hide anything. At this point, his plan can also be said to be a clear card.

"In order to compete for the fruit of the true gods of the four sovereign powers."

"Only by stepping into the demigod position, can you be qualified to compete for the position of the four sovereign powers."

"The personality brought by the mythical props is not enough to touch the four true **** fruits."

Kurmis even mentioned a name that even Matafus found deafening.

"Duma, the chosen one of you, is also going this way. In a sense, we are competitors."

"This road is difficult to walk, this is only the first step."

Although Matafus is the witch doctor god, she also admires the name Duma very much. She did not expect that the other party is also walking such a difficult road.

Matafus raised her head and looked at Kurmis.

"The four main powers... the fruit of the true god..."

She discovered some secrets again, something unknown to mortals.

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The Kingdom of the Creator God.

The sea of ​​sun flowers is connected with the kingdom of fairies, and this is the kingdom of dream creatures.

The celebration of the Prayer Festival has long since ended, but the new program added to the celebration, the puppet show performed by the goblin troupe has always been talked about in the kingdom of the creator.

Everyone is discussing the wonderful performances, interesting stories, and ancient legends.

Looking forward to what the goblin troupe will perform next time.

"Cimira said, the next time is a new story."

"What did you say you would play?"

"Of course it's the sequel to Playing the Fairy Fighting the Great Demon King!"

"Really?"

Can there be a second part of this thing?

Of course, what was talked about was the episode after the performance.

A certain goblin stood in front of the gate of the Great Goblin Library, took out a blank canvas, and said brazenly.

"Starting today, I will become a great painter."

"I've already thought about it. My first painting is called "Dragonfly."

"Although I haven't started painting yet, this must be a work full of meaning and profound meaning. It is a great painting that symbolizes the courage of the goblins. It is a profound portrayal of our great epic victory. It is..."

Furthermore, it is not a moral and profound meaning.

That's already a thorough and direct promotion, and there is no need to call it a secretive name like Dragonfly, it can be called "The Death of the Demon God".

However, the goblins discussed for a long time, but in the end, no one dared to stand up and make trouble with this.

Those who can come out to draw "Dragonfly" are already warriors in the kingdom of fairies.

Although the name is not obvious enough, all the fairies know what he is going to draw.

In an instant, the entire goblin library was boiling inside and out, and a large number of goblins rushed to the sky, dragging out rainbows in the air, and setting off brilliant fireworks.

"Whoa!"

"Really?"

"Are you going to hang out?"

"Hanging in the most conspicuous position of the goblin library."

The goblins were so happy that they asked the "warrior" one by one.

"When will it come out?"

The "Warrior" stood in front of the big library, and spoke out his sophisticated plan with arrogance.

He has already thought of all the steps, and will start to realize them little by little from tomorrow.

"First of all, I am going to spend three hundred years learning how to draw."

"Then spend another three hundred years to create the most exquisite canvas in the world."

"It will take another three hundred years to prepare the most beautiful and bright pigments in the world."

"The last..."

The goblins rubbed their heads one by one with their arched corners of their clothes. This guy is as outrageous as a certain great writer.

At this time, a voice came from the crowd.

"Ah, so slow."

"In this case, you will be planted in a flower pot by the big devil before the final painting is finished."

Following the sound, I found a completely different guy emerged from the group of fairies.

He wears a golden wreath and has black hair.

She held her face in her hands, looking serious.

The "warrior" on the stage looked guilty, but he said it.

"Who said, I'm not afraid of the Great Demon King!"

"We just won a great and glorious victory."

After speaking, he muttered.

"Also, I didn't do anything, why should the big devil arrest me."

The guy in the audience is still seriously making suggestions at this moment.

She doesn't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement, and she wants to see the famous painting "Dragonfly" sooner.

"So, hurry up!"

"Before you are planted in a flowerpot, draw the picture quickly."

"When the big devil comes back, it will be too late."

After hearing the suggestion, "Warrior" really thought about whether to modify his perfect plan.

However, this is a perfect plan that I have thought about for a long time, how can I modify it because of a little setback?

Isn't that perfect?

Imperfect plan, like...

The little goblin suddenly realized the problem, and looked at San Rafael below angrily.

"No, why should I be planted in a flowerpot!"

"Also, you actually called Lord Sally the Great Demon King, you are finished."

"I'll talk to Lady Sally when she comes back."

"In this way, I will not be arrested. I have done meritorious service, and you will be the one who is arrested."

The little goblin on the stage was triumphant, and completed the identity change in the blink of an eye.

From a "warrior" against the devil, he became a loyal henchman of the devil.

"You are screwed."

"Slightly slightly slightly~"

The one sitting in the audience using the suitcase as a bench, eats and drinks shamelessly, and even eats melons to watch the fun, and the high-flying fairy looks dull at the moment.

"Huh?"

The goblins present immediately moved away from San Raphael in unison.

Most of the fairies were planted in flowerpots by Sally, but they hadn't seen fairies planted in flowerpots yet.

Is that right?

Get a bigger pot.

Many goblins who are familiar with San Rafael gathered around, and shared with San Rafael how to adapt after being planted in a flower pot, how to please the big devil so that they can be released faster .

There is also a more considerate one, which directly gave her a book.

San Rafael stared at the "A Thousand Ways to Respond to Flower Pots" in his hand, dumbfounded.

When death was approaching, the poor fairy tried to struggle to the death: "No, no, didn't you also call the Great Demon King?"

The goblins said indifferently: "It's okay, that's what all goblins say, but you are different, San Rafael."

The fairies said in unison: "You are the first among the fairies to say that."

Saint Rafael hugged his head, with a look on his face that I'm going to die.

On the other side, Simila's goblin domain.

Simila sat on a chair made of thimbles, before a table propped up by clips.

There is a pen between her lips, and she makes a sound of thinking with her lips.

"Well~"

"Well~"

Facing the expectations of the outside world, Simila, the protagonist, is extremely distressed at this moment.

Because the flow rate of time in the God of Creation Kingdom is completely different from that of the outside world, a year outside is only one or two months to the goblin inside.

Therefore, Simila must prepare and think about the next performance during this period.

Last time, she boasted that Haikou will perform a new show next time.

But it is easy to say it, but it is difficult to wait for it to be realized.

For her to come up with a new story so quickly, isn't it embarrassing for the goblin?

"I can't, will "Fairy Fighting the Devil 2" really be staged?"

At this time, a paper airplane slowly flew over from a distance, and flew into Simila's domain.

Passing past her window at last, she stops at the table.

"My letter?"

Simila untied the paper airplane in doubt, and after a burst of colored light, a leather booklet appeared.

After she opened it, she found a script written inside.

Besides, the story, background, and lines all seem to be customized according to her previous acting habits.

This seems like an interesting story.

The story of a black dragon.