"No matter what, I'm glad that you can finally see the birth of this city, the girl who welcomed me here outside the jungle."

She wanted to ask something else, but at this moment, footsteps came from behind.

"it's here."

"Found it, found it."

"Grandma, why did you come here suddenly?"

"Elder, you are not allowed to come in casually. Even if you want to come in, you must perform rituals and pray in advance."

It was the people from the old woman's family who came, as well as several monks from the temple. They shouted when they saw the old woman's figure.

The old woman turned her head with some dissatisfaction and said to her children: "I am talking to God, don't you see?"

Those who ran over and the monks looked at each other in confusion for a moment, and at the same time stopped and looked in front of the old woman. Finally, a junior said: "Is that the statue you are talking about?"

The old woman became excited: "God has come here, what stupid things are you talking about, tell me..."

But when she turned around, there were only two lonely stone statues, one large and one small, behind her.

She stared, gradually becoming lost.

"He left this land and left behind this city."

The other party left.

Nothing earth-shattering.

Just like when the other person came, he just gently pushed aside the jungle and appeared in front of her, and when he left, the other person quietly dissipated like a cloud of mist.

When He came, he was aging, and she was just a child; when He left, she was still young, and she was like a withered leaf in the wind.

But those monks seemed to understand something, their faces turned red for a moment, and they asked in disbelief.

"What?"

"god?"

"You said God was just here?"

"is this real?"

What the old woman hates most is when someone raises such a question, she said loudly.

"God has just sent down a miracle, and His power is still surrounding here. Who dares to blaspheme the great God here?"

Everyone knelt down one after another, and the old woman also knelt down and prayed devoutly.

Solemn, solemn, respectful and pious.

She does after all.

She is no longer the little girl who dared to stare at the gods.

——

Helfas flies into the sky.

His huge mental force field spread out, and that power even directly distorted and modified some of the surrounding laws. There seemed to be illusions flashing around his body, as if the shadows in time were being played around him.

That's right, Helfas has entered the fourth level.

He condensed the Divine Grace Stone, and he could create more cursed puppets and possess more magical abilities.

His body possesses a mythical organ. This body is eroded by the power of mythology and has a lifespan of a thousand years. However, this is not important. What is important is that he can get rid of the shackles of life and death and enter the reincarnation state on his own. This is also a reserve.

The central symbol of mythology.

Helfas passed through the sea of ​​clouds, and then stopped and stood on the sea of ​​clouds to look at the royal city and country below. It was a miracle that he almost single-handedly created. It can even be said that he designed it without even showing his face.

A civilization.

He doesn't have much of a sense of leading a civilization to develop through hardships, and the whole process is more like a simple and understated experiment.

He wants to, he wants to.

He can influence the world and change everything.

High and above.

So when it was all over, he didn't feel much pride, but felt a little empty.

"Is this what those gods feel like?"

So much so that he felt that there was no meaning for mortal existence in this process, so he directly decided everything and destined everything.

If the king's will controls people's life and death, then God's thoughts determine the existence and demise of civilization.

That's why he went deep into the city to see everyone, and also had a conversation with the girl who loved to stare, because he was really not sure that the path of civilization he had downplayed was really good?

"In such a world, there can be no ordinary developed civilization. If they are not satisfied with the path I choose for them in the future, then wait until they reach that height before making a choice!"

"I just led out a way, a possibility."

"And there are countless relays on this road, and I am just one of them."

When Helfas thought about it this way, the originally high sense of nothingness and emptiness seemed to be gradually suppressed.

He began to think about what he wanted to do next and his goals. There were still many things waiting for him to do.

For example, the next situation of Life Town, other Life Towns, and whether the success of Life Town's experimental plan can also feed back to the Land of the Full Moon.

For example, how should he go after the fourth level? Can he integrate his plan to become a god with the way forward for civilization, and how should he integrate it.

He still couldn't stop completely.

But facing these long years, he is no longer in a hurry and anxious,

a hundred years.

Hundreds of years.

Even a thousand or ten thousand years.

He can't afford to wait.

——

one year later.

Breadfruit Kingdom.

She was lying on the wooden bed trying to remember, and said to a large group of children surrounding the bed.

"The hair is black and the eyes are black, as deep as the night sky, but if you look closely, it seems like stars are shining."

"He said..."

She had told this story so many times that the children could recite it, but at this moment they were listening very quietly.

Under the bed, there was even a faint sound of crying.

But her consciousness gradually drifted away, as if she had left here.

Went outside the jungle.

We arrived deep into the corridor of the temple.

That was the first time she met that figure in her life, and the last place she saw him.

Although until her death, she still came to this corridor from time to time, looking forward to seeing the existence that people called God again.

Even if she changed her appearance and image, she still longed for the other person to quietly appear in a corner and call her name, but she never saw the other person again.

But she wanted to.

That figure must have been lingering somewhere in the world since then. As this civilization is passed down from generation to generation and mortals live from generation to generation, he will exist forever.

Maybe that god will push back the leaves and walk out of the jungle, meet a different person, in another body.

However, that is already a story that has nothing to do with her.

She died peacefully and surrounded by her children.

She told her children everything she saw and heard, and told the monks in the temple. The monks recorded it in books, and the children turned what they saw and heard into stories and passed them down, and this became the city of birdmen.

The oldest stories and legends of gods and men.

only.

There are many legends about Him, they have existed before and they will never be discontinued in the future.
Chapter completed!