only god

Chapter 438 I am God's Prophet and Your King

"This is...the city under the city..."

Silas walked in the almost deserted city.

He had heard of the city.

Those six gods conspired against the rule of God, and created the original church, and the city under the city was the center of the original church.

They thought that their every move was extremely secretive, but in the end they still caused evil results, and their souls fell into hell to suffer punishment.

Dilapidated stone walls rise one after another. Since the death of Liushen, the city has been devoid of human habitation, and the various traces of life left here are like the works of ghosts.

The city fell into the endless darkness, sank in the dead ocean.

Silas walked slowly to the highest point of the city. The forged golden palace was already dilapidated. Looking at this creation from the six gods, the archangel couldn't help feeling extremely ridiculous.

He climbed up slowly, overlooking the invisible darkness.

"It's time...to take a piece of power."

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After this, a long time passed.

In the extreme depths of the celestial kingdom, the rolling sea of ​​souls.

The rose snakes were surging among the clouds, going back and forth, constantly going back and forth, their behavior at this moment was like ants on a hot pot, impatient.

These rose snakes that feed on kindness seem to reflect Silas's mood at the moment.

He brought back the original mighty power from the original will, and used it to transform the rose snake. For this reason, he built an altar, trying to shape a spiritual life with wisdom over and over again.

During this process, Silas was completely immersed in it, and many things were left behind, including time.

Even the God-given mission was gradually put aside.

Silas didn't know whether the mechanical book he left behind had any impact now, and what kind of changes it had brought to the dwarf world.

He is only obsessed with the creation in his hands.

Create an intelligent race...

In the distant age when everything in the world did not have a name, that was something only God could do.

God... is the starting point of reason, the origin of "logos".

Schillers tirelessly repeated his work step by step. He tried his best to imitate the descriptions in the myths, endowing rationality to the embryo in front of him.

I do not know how long it has been.

On the tumbling sea of ​​clouds, almost all the rose snakes raised their bodies, stood motionless on the sea of ​​clouds, and all eyes focused on the center of the sea of ​​clouds.

On that altar, a brand new life was slowly born. She had a graceful figure, but her figure was no bigger than a thumb. She had two pairs of wings, which were as crystal as cicada wings.

She is ignorant and ignorant, looking at the sea of ​​clouds under her feet at a loss, her vision at this moment is no different from that of a newborn baby, but she possesses the wisdom that does not belong to a baby.

She walked out of the altar step by step, and saw the Creator, who was filled with radiance, approaching the existence with six wings little by little.

The unprecedented spiritual life inexplicably raised a feeling, she wanted to get close to that existence, but dared not move forward, she was eager to touch, but could not offend, she knelt down as if she knew no one, and put her hands together.

She didn't know this feeling was awe.

"I... who am I?"

Standing on the altar, she blankly spit out the first syllable and the first sentence of this race.

"Fairy."

A moment later, the supremely majestic voice resounded through the sea of ​​souls,
"You are the Logos of this sea of ​​souls."

leprechaun...

The goblin didn't know what this word meant, but she readily accepted the title, but she didn't understand, what is the Logos of the Sea of ​​Souls?
"The Logos... what's that?"

The goblin couldn't help asking.

Silas stared directly at the new life, although joy occupied the Archangel's heart, but at this moment he still maintained the majesty it should have.

"That's not something you should know."

After the solemn voice fell, the goblin nodded ignorantly.

The goblin looked up at the figure in the boundless brilliance, and she could not help lowering her head while kneeling on the ground, confusion and incomprehension lingered in her life.

She was full of confusion about everything in front of her eyes. At the same time, this new life was full of endless curiosity. Doubts surrounded her like a vast ocean, and she couldn't help but break through the shackles of awe, and asked questions to her creator with a trembling voice.

"Since I am a fairy,
So... what should I know? ! "

Under the huge wings, in the vast brilliance,

A voice answered,
"You should know...

God created the Logosians,"

"And I created you."

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The world's first goblin was named by Silas.

Archangel Silas called her Sophia, because the name means "wisdom".

The goblin Sophia was pulled out of the altar by Siles, and the archangel led her to the highest point of the sea of ​​souls. Surrounded by her wings, the latter looked incredulously at the tens of thousands of rose snakes in front of her.

"Sophia, they will be tamed by goblins like cattle and sheep."

"I will create your people, and they will be as tame to you as they are."

"From now on, you will be the king of goblins and the king of souls."

Following the solemn announcement, countless rose snakes bowed their heads, as if declaring the surrender of the entire race.

Sophia looked at the surrendering rose snakes in front of her with a ignorant face.

For this new life, Silas' words were too complicated and difficult to understand.

"'King'...what does that mean?
What other cattle and sheep, then what is it? "

Sophia asked with a puzzled face.

The archangel said without any haste:

"As you obey me, your people obey you."

At this moment, listening to Silas' explanation, the goblin Sophia showed a look of sudden realization.

Then, she turned her head and asked in a low voice:

"But... I still don't know how to call you?
Please tell me, who are you?What should I call you? "

god…

The archangel almost blurted out the word.

But Silas didn't do it after all.

The magnificent six wings hang down slightly, and Siles can't find a better word to replace it, let alone know that his own creations should call himself the creator.

Long time, long time.

So long that the goblin Sophia wondered if she had asked the wrong question, and was about to retract her preface.

The archangel finally took action, and the brilliance once again diffused.

"prophet…"

"I am the prophet of God, and I am also your king alone."

The majestic voice fell into the vast sea of ​​souls, and the frightened heart of the fairy king who listened to her voice had slightly swaying wings on her head, while beneath her feet were the endless sea of ​​clouds and a submissive race like cattle and sheep.

that's it,
A brand-new race has entered the stage of history, and their creators will set off a brand-new era.

(End of this chapter)