I let out a long breath, and a faint smell of blood slowly drifted in the house. Outside the window, the sunset was already setting, and the afterglow was little. The unique bustle of Nigra came in through the window, adding some popularity to the house, and it was no longer so terrifying silence.

Morra's face was still a little pale, but it had nothing to do with the injury. He got up and walked to the window, looking at the "human civilization" belonging to Negra, Morra's expression was extremely complicated.

Looking up at the gray sky, the last red shadow of the sunset has faded into an invisible face. There are many clouds spreading thousands of miles in the sky, slowly flowing with the laminar wind from the vast sky. In many myths and legends, it is the car of the messenger of the gods, walking in the sky, monitoring the justice and evil in the world.

Mora thought of such a legend in her heart, but couldn't help but sneer. I'm afraid there is only supervision, not distinguishing between good and evil.

At least, for a thousand years, when the name of God the Father no longer spreads on the ground, these messengers in the sky are carrying secret lives of invisible light. This is why the riots in their bodies are rioting for those extremely high-end gods. If someone misses something he is concerned about in his heart, then this thought will be reflected in the world of the gods after a few breaths, and will be known by the gods.

This is also a common way for most gods to respond to their believers and know things related to them. Otherwise, how could they fully know the thoughts and ideas of no believer? Of course, these are all limited in scope, and each god is an absolute controller within the scope of his own divine power.

Unless there is another god in this area, even if this area is not a believer of this god, as long as you recite in your heart about the matter related to this god for a certain number of times and time, you will also be aware of it by this god.

Every god has its own territory, which is why many people always laugh at some gods who travel abroad, saying, "This is not the place of your God's works, you will not have more power bonuses outside of yourself." And so on.

The only exception is the Father God who created this world. Because everything in this world is evolved by his divine power, only his divine power can cover the entire world and investigate and control all affairs. Because every trace of divine power can resonate with the heaven and earth, constantly expand, while the power of other gods is weakened.

However, it seems that since the creation of heaven and earth was completed, the supreme divine power has not appeared in this world. In addition to the battle between the gods in ancient times, the supreme divine power of the supreme god appeared on the earth. I was just observing and thinking silently. No one knew the thoughts and intentions of God the Father, and no god could determine the power and depth of God the Father.

Therefore, in the battle between the gods, the craziest gods did not tempt the Father God, because if that fails, it means that everything becomes empty - the destruction of the Creator is even more thorough than the natural annihilation of heaven and earth, and even the memories of the gods will be modified silently, and no god is willing to destroy like that.

Because even if the fallen battle with other gods will disappear from time and space, including memory, for humans at that time, the memory of gods was not so easy to modify. Therefore, this memory residue means the evidence of the existence of the fallen. Because of this evidence, he may appear in this world again one day. Although there is little hope, it is better than nothing left.

He was thinking about the legends and stories of these gods in his heart, but Mora did not think about him, because thinking about these things would be noticed by the gods who set these laws. If it were someone else, it would be fine, but as the heir of the supreme divine power, he was afraid that many things that he was unhappy about would happen to him.

Gently touching the "Pearl of the World" on the ring finger of his right hand, Mora glanced at the dark clouds in the sky for the last time-"Then, after I rise to the throne of God, I will go to find you..."

Mora took out a set of clothes that looked more like a mage from the warehouse of the "Pearl of the World" and changed into this long-clad, slanted pearl with a slanted waist. She embroidered her chest with simple clothes that can reflect mysterious lines. This look looks very similar to those mages, but it is just missing a mage badge.

However, Mora doesn't care much about that kind of thing, and other mages don't care too much. For those who are not familiar with the world of mages, a badge may have great significance and honor, but for mages, only everything in themselves is the most critical. Therefore, as long as they reflect the extremely high wisdom and rich experience of being the owner, every mage will regard that person as their best "friend".

Looking at the boy wearing a mage-like robe in the mirror in the room, Mora squinted her lips. In fact, he wanted to be a warrior directly, because his body, strength, and bloodline were all the most perfect ones among the warriors.

However, considering the warriors' days of fighting to death at close range, when comparing the mage-based research life, Mora chose to become a mage. Moreover, there seemed to be more mages who eventually became gods than those warriors.

"Let's start tonight!" Morra curled up her fist, highlighted the ring-shaped "Pearl of the World", tapped her left palm, and walked out. As soon as she reached the stairs, Morra met Sedoma, a guy who had been immersed in poetry creation recently.

Seeing Mora who had changed his clothes, Sidom, whose eyes were too tired and his eyes were blurred, had not yet recognized it for a while. When he walked in, he saw that it was Mora. After he hesitating for a moment, Sedom still spoke. Although he was reluctant, every time he faced this mysterious young man, he felt awkward to get crazy, but his daughter was very entangled with him. Moreover, if it weren't for him, he and his daughter wouldn't know what would happen to him now.

"Well, Mora, how are Coco recently?" Sidoma still spoke, but she always felt something was wrong. She felt like she was not sure where to put her hands, like a cup of people who looked at the other person who didn't like him but had to accept the other person's funding.

Mora looked at the wandering gangster, with a pale face and thin face, and a thought suddenly flashed in her mind: "Although such a person lives a difficult life, he will never be exposed to things that are not enough to understand in difficult wisdom. Is it a kind of happiness or misfortune?"

There was a thought in her heart, but Mora's mouth was not affected: "Coco is very good. She has recently learned spell knowledge with Master Gan Liuha, and has made rapid progress. It can be seen that she likes things that look amazing. I believe she will be a very good mage in the future."

Sidom said no to the corner of his mouth, and finally he lowered his head helplessly and awkwardly and said, "Thank you!"

Morra went down the stairs, prepared to eat something, and then began to prepare his future path. Sedoma followed him, feeling awkward, but he could do nothing.

All the bad things are all my fault. Even if I want to get angry, I don’t know who to attack. Moreover, he doesn’t want to lose his temper like a madman, and it makes no sense. That’s not a right that he can have, and it also requires qualifications if he is unreasonable. Otherwise, even the clown will have dignity than that person.

A father who cares about everything about his daughter is unwilling to mention his daughter in the future, in addition to being ashamed. A person who cares the most about his heart is often the least likely to make a rude mistake.

"I hope this time can be successful! No! I will definitely succeed! As long as I can succeed this time, everything in life will no longer be difficult, and I must succeed. At that time, no matter fame or profit, it will be an excuse for others to despise me!" Sedoma shouted in his heart, and then he couldn't help but fantasize about the scene after his success.

Mora, who was sitting in his seat waiting for the waiter to serve dinner, looked at Sidom standing in surprise at the corner of the stairs, suddenly feeling hideous and sad and angry, and then showed an extremely happy and excited look. Mora was very surprised, and then saw Sidom reaching out to pounce forward...

Morra retreated her gaze and stopped looking at Sedom, who was suddenly in a daze, began to pack up her dinner and listen carefully to the conversations of nearby passengers to see if there was anything worth noting.

It has to be said that the romantic existence of the poet, whether it is down and noble, is all a fantasy genius. Sidoma looked at the charming beauty holding a tray of gems, gold, silver and wealth deeds in her hand and wanted to come by herself, but she couldn't jump over with excitement...

When the man was in mid-air, Sedomarily woke up, and then he saw the stairs below the stairs getting closer and closer to his face, "Oh my god!"

With a scream, Sedom fell on his back, "Uh———————————” After a long time of exhaustion, Sedom could barely get up.

The people in the store looked at the middle-aged man who suddenly jumped into the air and smiled strangely, then screamed and fell to the ground. No one spoke for a moment.

No one knew what was going on, and no one even laughed out loud. Because suddenly, a person jumped off the stairs strangely, and there was no one next to him.

This matter was really weird. Was there a mage who was playing prank among them? The people who were eating suddenly fell silent. Then they looked around quietly and carefully to see if there were any people dressed in mages, so these people saw Mora.
Chapter completed!