I am God Chapter 647: : The Story of the Kingdom of the Winged Man

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Nit's mother Mijina is a beauty with fair skin and white feathers, which is a symbol of the large number of celestial angels in her ancestors.

She comes from the Archangel family at the foot of the Holy Mountain of Light.

But for some unknown reason, he brought Nit to this remote village.

Nit and his mother walked straight ahead, and then chose to stop at a remote place near a river in this emerging kingdom. Here lived a group of gray-winged men who were like barbarians. People in the eastern region are completely different, and most of their writing has already been lost.

In this world, some people are born with civilization, prosperity, and wealth, while some people are born like wild beasts and have nothing.

Just because the place of birth is different.

My mother showed her strength to the Yimen of the tribe who have lived here for generations. She grabbed a feather, and as soon as she stretched out her hand, she saw a Yiman who was seriously ill recover under her hands, and got up from the bed.

She said, "Bless you."

The poor and backward tribal winged people knew this kind of power, but it was the first time they saw it. They worshiped Nite's mother as an envoy of God.

The tribal wingmen cheered in the local language, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, welcoming the arrival of the "God Envoy".

Nite stood behind his mother, looking longingly at her back.

I don't know if I am envious of that power.

I still envy this power in exchange for the worship of mortals.

Here they settled down, and the tribe-wings built houses for them, on the highest hills.

Night.

The mother brought Nit to the forest.

Nite was a little afraid of the dark, and cautiously followed behind his mother.

He saw his mother drawing a strange ritual array on the ground, and there was a sound of wind or roar in the air.

He was even more frightened: "Mom, what are we doing?"

Mother Mijina did not speak, but knelt on the ground.

She kept chanting strange spells and calling out a name.

She seems to have communicated with some existence, and she seems to be extremely struggling, her body is constantly shaking, and she gets up and clasps her hands for a while, then gets down on the ground.

At this time, her scarf suddenly fell apart.

The full face she always concealed was revealed.

It can be seen that there is a large depression on the forehead of the beautiful face, and there is a scar that cannot heal.

It looks very scary.

Mijina stopped the ceremony in panic, quickly grabbed the turban that fell, and kept wrapping it around her head.

But when he turned around, he saw his son's gaze.

She stopped immediately, pulled off the scarf, crawled to the side and pulled her son to her side fiercely.

Excited, she told him with trembling voice.

"Nite, did you see it?"

"This is the trace of the weak being plundered by the strong."

"I can no longer cast divine spells, I can only use props to show my strength."

"We were kicked out of the kingdom of heaven, those people took everything we had and killed all our people."

The originally gentle eyes of the mother became very scary, full of unwillingness.

"Why?"

"Why can they have it, but we can't have it."

"Why do we have to bear this, what is wrong with us?"

Finally, the mother said.

"I hate that Bright Kingdom, I hate those guys."

Nite doesn't understand his mother's emotions, but he knows that his mother must have been hurt.

Those people must be bad people.

The ceremony was completed, and the mother Mijina borrowed the power of the gods.

She also regained her features, becoming beautiful and noble again.

But she still covered herself tightly with a headscarf and cloak, never daring to show her face and wings, and said to the outside world that she dedicated everything to the gods.

It was just dedicated to which god, but she never said.

In the coming days.

Mother Mijina's constant display of "powerful" power, as well as her status as an angel, have attracted many people from the nearby Gray Wing Tribe.

She established a small town here, and also opened up a connection with another nearby city, became the missionary and mayor of the town, and summoned a caravan from far away.

Every day, she gathers the townspeople together, preaches the teachings of God to them, and preaches the beauty of the kingdom of God.

When someone dies, she is also responsible for guiding mortals to the kingdom of God.

Above the hospital bed.

Mijina used divine magic to heal an old winged man, and finally shook her head.

"No, he is hopeless."

"He was called by God to go to the kingdom of God."

After hearing this, the family members of the elderly Yiren also felt that this was good. If they could go to the kingdom of God, death would no longer be scary!

At night, Mijina held a grand ceremony, and everyone in the village came to visit.

Under the power of Mijina, everyone could see that a shadow floated out of the old winged man and flew towards the kingdom of God.

Everyone knelt on the ground piously, looking at the old man who was going to the Kingdom of God with envy.

This is a peaceful and tranquil town, and everyone seems to be living so happily.

Has the protection of a divine envoy, believes in God, and returns to God after death.

"Miss Gina is a good person!"

"She took us in, built a town and residence for us, and brought us many things that we didn't have before, and let us learn to pray to God."

“I hope that I can also be called by God one day earlier, and I can go to the kingdom of God to enjoy blessings.”

Standing in the corner, Nit watched the shadow flying towards the sky, and heard what the townspeople said again.

The little face is full of pride.

Proud to be a mother.

On this day, Nit was brought to the city to test his talent.

The result is that Nite has inherited their family's talent and is likely to become an excellent powerful person in the future.

On the way back, Mijina was even happier than Nit, she grabbed Nit's hand vigorously.

"Very good."

"That's great, Nate."

"I knew, Nite, you will definitely become my pride."

Nit also said happily: "Well, I will make you proud of me, Mom."

Under the sun, Nit flapped his wings, and he felt his heart float out, floating above the sea of ​​clouds.

It's just that he doesn't know that mother's expectations are a very heavy thing, especially when her expectations are too high for you to bear.

Next, Nite began to learn extraordinary knowledge, day after day.

He hardly has any time, and his mother arranges his daily life fully, hoping that he can become the outstanding person she expected.

He gets up before dawn every day to read books that are bigger than his head. In the afternoon, he has to learn various introductory magic arts, and at night he has to meditate and practice under his mother's gaze.

Mijina hoped that he could do what she couldn't do before, and hoped that through this son, she could accomplish things that she would never be able to accomplish.

However, her strong desire cannot be passed on to the child.

Slowly.

Nit feels tired.

From the beginning, his curiosity and desire for extraordinary power gradually turned into disgust.

He started to pretend to work in front of his mother, but when she left, he threw everything aside.

However, Nit's behavior was quickly discovered by Mijina.

Migina was so angry that her whole body was shaking, she looked at her son in disbelief, as if she couldn't believe that he would do this.

"Why don't you study hard?"

"I told you everything, I have arranged everything for you, and I will give you the best, don't you know?"

Nit said: "I'm a little tired!"

Mijina's voice suddenly raised to the point of screaming: "Tired?"

"Are you as tired as me, are you as hard as me?"

"Do you know what I paid for you to gather the things for your practice? Do you know what I exchanged for your meditation ideas? You don't know anything."

"How dare you relax, you don't even know how hard I am, you know me..."

Seeing his mother trembling with anger, Nite was a little scared, and he knelt on the ground and cried.

"I know, I will study and practice hard."

My mother sat aside for a long time without speaking, and after a while she calmed down slowly, and finally looked at Nit.

Finding that Nite has started to study hard, he smiled with satisfaction.

"That's right, if you study hard and practice hard, you must become a powerful and powerful person, all the way to the second and third ranks."

"Then, go to the realm between gods and men."

"Go ahead of those guys."

She looked at her son with expectant and eager eyes and said.

"Nite, you must work hard to be the pride of your mother."

Nite kept wiping away his tears, first he felt fear in his chest, and then he kept thinking about his mother's face, recalling how difficult it was for her to bring him up alone.

Gradually, some guilt arose in his heart, which finally turned into a strong sense of mission.

"I can't be sorry to my mother, I want to be her pride."

My mother Mijina is a strict and harsh person in front of Nite, but in the eyes of others, she is a gentle and kind existence like the incarnation of a god.

Her reputation around her is getting better and better, and more and more people are fleeing to the town, kneeling at Miggina's feet and becoming believers of God.

What Nite hears every day is how powerful and beautiful his mother is, and how difficult it is for him.

Nite felt more and more that he should work hard for his mother.

However.

There is a limit to human effort.

As he grows up day by day, Nite has not become the person Miggina expected at all. He has become a teenager and is always stuck in the bottleneck of the middle stage of the first order, and he can't go any further.

"Why?"

"You must not work hard enough, you must be lazy again."

My mother always said this, and reprimanded him loudly.

Finally, after another failed breakthrough, he faced his mother's disappointed eyes and angry words.

When he grew up, he always liked not to talk, and Nite, who had been silent all the time, couldn't help but roared loudly.

"I have worked very hard, I have done the best I can, I can't help it, I can't help it."

"I am already very serious for my mother, and I am already doing my best."

My mother became even more angry when she heard Nit say this.

"For me?"

She seemed to laugh angrily, and then pointed hard at Nit's forehead.

"Not for me, but for yourself."

"What you have learned, the power of your practice, is your own, has it fallen on me?"

"Why do you feel that you are studying for me? Is this your determination and perseverance to pursue becoming a strong man?"

Nit yelled: "Yes, this is my determination and perseverance to work hard."

"If it's not for you, mom, why should I work so hard?"

"Everything I do."

"All my motivation."

"It's all for you, mom. You told me to become stronger."

Nit seemed to be yelling so hard that his throat became hoarse.

"Why did you become so strong? You are not so strong, and you don't have extraordinary power. Didn't you just come here like this?"

"I think it's ordinary, and it's pretty good."

Mother looked at Nit, as if extremely disappointed.

Her voice is no longer sharp, but calm.

It was a calm of disappointment and disgust.

"You actually think so, just like those ordinary people?"

"I gave birth to you just to give birth to a waste?"

The unsharp voice pierced Nit's heart like a sharp knife.

Nit couldn't take it anymore.

"That's right, I'm just that useless, I'm not your pride."

"Then you just pretend you never gave birth to my son!"

He ran outside, spread his wings, and flew out of town in the blink of an eye.

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Nite is flying freely in the sky, he can fly wherever he wants, and he no longer has to worry about time.

He fell down and took a bath in the river.

He flew over the volcano, hovering high above, watching the lava inside the volcano.

He chased the wild animals running across the land and frightened them.

This is Nit's happiest day in so many days, a day without hard work.

At night he slept on top of an unfinished windmill.

But after calming down, he became no longer happy.

He kept thinking in his mind.

"Will what I said just now hurt my mother?"

"I've been away for so long, mom won't worry about me, right?"

"She said that to me first."

"I'm never going back."

"What is the family like now?"

The next morning, Nit, who had not slept well all night, finally chose to go back.

"This is not admitting defeat, just go back and see how the situation is."

Nit thought so.

On the way back, he was worried that his mother would find him, and wondered how his mother would punish him.

Sometimes he thought about how tough he should be, and sometimes he thought about how to admit his mistakes so as to reduce punishment.

Walking back and forth in such responsible emotions of anger, fear, and worry, he flew back to the town little by little.

The surrounding environment became more and more familiar, but his flying speed became slower and slower.

Finally, he sighed.

"Apologize to Mom!"

He flapped his wings and accelerated, flying towards the small town.

However, when he arrived above the small town, the mirror image he saw made his mind go blank.

In a split second.

He even forgot to wave his wings, and fell directly from the sky, landing in the center of the town.

He was covered in mud and had many wounds on his body, but he got up without knowing the pain.

Under the contracted child hole.

It is a dangling rope, and a head wrapped around the rope.

In the early morning, the town was full of corpses, and the densely packed corpses of winged people were hung by a strange rope at the door of their own houses.

Everyone in the town is dead, swaying in the wind like a heavy bacon.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Nit yelled in fear. He obviously didn't control his body and organs, but he didn't know why he made such a sound.

He lay on the ground and kept backing away, but he was just rubbing his hands back.

As he retreated, he gradually leaned against the wall of a house.

"Squeak!"

"Squeak!"

He suddenly heard a voice coming from above his head, and when he raised his head, he saw a dead body hanging right above his head.

He was about to yell just now, but as a low-level powerhouse, he heard voices from his heart, and he heard the corpse wailing.

"Ah!"

"Don't..."

"Pain~"

It was ten times, a hundred times more tragic than the scream he had just made.

As a low-level powerful person, Nite's eyes shone brightly, and he finally saw the truth.

Those ropes were tied not only to the corpses, but also to the spirits inside them.

The bodies of those people were hanged to death, but their spirits were not dead yet, they were tightly trapped by the rope, and it became tighter and tighter.

Just as Nite was about to do something, suddenly a series of ropes came from the void and wrapped around his neck.

Nit grabbed the rope and struggled desperately.

But to no avail, he kept rising, but on the way up, he saw a "person" holding a rope standing on the highest point of the town, which was also the roof of his house.

Well, a "human" in the form of a god.

All the hanging ropes are born from the other party's hands.

He shouted loudly at the other party: "Who are you?"

That was originally deep in thought, but after hearing the question, he turned his head and looked over.

Then said in a lofty tone: "The incarnation of the curse, the master of purgatory."

Nite has never heard of this title.

But the opponent is undoubtedly a powerful guy.

He didn't understand, why such a powerful guy appeared here, and why he wanted to kill everyone in the town.

He yelled at the other party full of puzzlement, anger, and panic.

"Why?"

"Why are you doing this?"

The man replied without emotion: "Curse those who are killed are irreparable degenerates."

"Those who sacrifice to others are destined to be sacrificed themselves."

"The curse of hanging on the neck!"

"In this way, you can deeply understand the pain of the sacrificed."

Nite couldn't understand what the other party was saying at all: "What are you talking about?"

"Why, why did you kill so many people!"

"Why are you?"

Nite kept struggling, and he questioned the other party furiously.

However, the Lord of Purgatory finally looked at Nit.

However, the Lord of Purgatory ignored Nit's screaming and roaring, and hung Nit up without mercy. As soon as the rope was tightened, he was silent again.

The Lord of Purgatory walked down from the roof, and he could see a figure hanging from the eaves. He walked through the figure looking for something, but found nothing in the end.

"Why didn't I find it, where is the arrangement of Naproseth, the king of hell?"

"What the **** is it?"

"Didn't Dark Moon say that this guy's aura and power have appeared in this area many times?"

The avatar of the Lord of Purgatory moves on, looking for the next gathering place of the Fallen.

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Curse.

This is a terrifying power, especially for those who violate taboos.

After being cursed, most people will not die immediately. They will taste the deepest despair under the power of the curse. The flames of purgatory.

At this moment, Nite tasted this power.

His body is dead, but his spirit is hanging by the rope, which is getting tighter and tighter.

The rope pulled his spirit out of his body little by little, and pulled him up into the sky.

In mid-air, he saw a large number of phantoms hanging by ropes, each of whom was someone he was familiar with.

"People in the town."

"Everyone is here, where is he taking us?"

Others are struggling and suffering, but in fact they are no longer a complete person, without thinking ability, only incomplete consciousness and instinct.

But don't know why.

Nit is different from others, he retains complete consciousness and thinking ability.

Nit also discovered something unusual about himself, he didn't know why, but he immediately began to think of various ways to untie the rope around his neck, trying to escape from it.

He faintly felt that if he was hoisted to the highest place, he might never be able to escape again.

He will face an ending and punishment worse than death.

Nite's phantom hands kept grabbing at the rope, but he couldn't untie the rope at all. He kept trying and refused to give up no matter what.

Under the threat of death, he erupted with an enthusiasm that was many times higher than that of studying, and he thought of various methods in an instant.

However, it is at this time.

A figure hangs from his side.

Slowly, slowly.

Rise toward the sky.

Nit stopped all his movements for a moment and stared at the figure.

"Mom?"

He saw that his mother's spirit was also suspended in the air.

He no longer cared about the continuous tightening of the rope around his neck. He looked at his mother with the most desperate expression on his face, and the despair even made the rope around his neck tremble violently for a moment. Get up, and then continue to extend.

"No!"

"No, don't, don't..."

He himself didn't know what he was talking about, he just couldn't accept such a picture.

He stretched out his hand, trying to grab him.

But the other party rose faster and faster, and he could no longer reach the other party, so he could only keep waving his hands, over and over again.

He does sometimes hate the other party forcing him to work hard.

As long as I think of the other party, all kinds of bad pictures can emerge, and it seems that as long as I think of the other party, I will be afraid.

But at this moment, when he found that he had really lost the other party.

Not one of those pictures appeared in his mind, but many pictures that he didn't usually pay attention to.

The picture of his mother preparing birthday gifts for himself, the picture of his mother waiting for him to finish his meditation late at night and making him dinner, and the picture of his mother preparing everything for him before dawn.

At this moment.

He seems to have forgotten all the bad things again, leaving only the good things about the other party.

From one extreme to the other.

Suddenly, he heard a voice.

"Because you didn't try hard enough."

"Because, you are a waste!"

"You are not strong enough, so you and your mother will be robbed by others."

"Nit!"

"If you listen to your mother, maybe... you won't be like this."

The voice overlapped, and it felt a little familiar.

I don't know if he said it himself or his mother said it.

His face was filled with phantom tears.

"You are right."

"Ordinary people and weak people will only be plundered by others."

"If I become stronger, if I work harder, will it...it won't be like this."

At this time, something in Nite's body glowed.

It was a bottle that shone with corrupted brilliance.

The Lord of Purgatory killed all the people here without mercy, leaving no one left.

However.

However, he did not expect that the King of Hell created a high-level and authoritative thing like the Bottle of Original Sin.

He who was born in this era is a legacy of mythology that he has never seen before.