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The white wings send out golden dust, making the whole world bright and warm.

Flowers bloom everywhere, and green fruits hang on the branches, heavy and vibrant.

What exactly is heaven like?

According to the legend of the Bible, it is eternal and holy, and sins are forever removed, immortal, unsullied and pure.

In Buddhist legend, it is a world of bliss, everyone enjoys bliss, golden lotus pieces, and one hard work will be harvested.

But Zhang Chao's paradise is not, he has never felt that such a day is heaven.

The ancient shepherds heard that there was a paradise on earth, so they imagined a world of milk and honey, bread on the trees, and golden pigs running on the ground infinitely reborn.

That's because they don't have enough to eat and don't have enough clothes, and the root cause is the degree of development of the productive forces.

In the most ancient times, clan communes, people lived in clusters, brothers and sisters to each other, and what held them together was fierce beasts and wolves and a shortage of food, and it was impossible for a single person to survive in such conditions.

In other words, the underdeveloped productive forces have created the original legend about heaven.

If there really is such a paradise, perhaps it was also built by God at that time, and I am afraid that it will not be attractive to believers at this time.

Therefore, Zhang Chao's own paradise is naturally not as legendary, the scenery is beautiful but not all.

For example, at the pinnacle, there are extremely high cliffs, symbolizing the belief in taking risks and keeping climbing.

In that high place, there was another palace pavilion, located above the clouds, symbolizing freedom, because the palace was not bound by the earth, like a king who patrolled the heavens, patrolling all directions.

There are all kinds of strange and exquisite, there are the uninhabited Gobi, the southern jungle from Ionia, the dense vegetation and tropical broad-leaved forest, the cold eternal winter and the endless white snow.

He fluttered his wings and flew into the sky, and then heard a familiar and warm laugh in the palace.

A gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he walked into it step by step.

Everyone has their own vision of heaven in their minds, and it is the heaven of their hearts, not the bizarre world depicted in the teachings.

Then this piece of paradise is unique, earned by oneself and not given by others.

Such a person is a god, or at least a god of his own.

Of course, this does not mean that the unbeliever is God, but that the believer is his own God, and the gap between them is like a chasm.

Because you believe in yourself, you have nothing to fear.

"It's almost time. He smiled at the girl next to him, and disappeared into thin air.

Although heaven is good, it is not his pursuit, and the happiness obtained by self-deception is a bubble that will burst after all, even if it is colorful, but it is useless.

The harsh sunlight became more and more dazzling under the reflection of the snow, but all the light was completely dispelled when it reflected off the black ice coffin standing in the snow.

Black is not an essence, but a dull trait.

No one could see through the ice, the green-armored angel who closed his eyes and meditated, including the holy flame who still maintained his burning shape and didn't emit a trace of heat.

The black ice was so strong that even the burning flames could freeze in it, and it was conceivable that the cold of that moment could even be equal to the legendary absolute freezing point.

Countless sharp ice spikes pierced through the people inside, but they did not reveal a trace of blood.

It is impossible to tell whether the angel has no blood or if the blood has been frozen.

"This is an angel?"

The woman in dark blue armor looked to the side, a young man riding a furry snowman, his white cloak fluttering in the polar snow.

Nunu didn't know this, but she felt the power of the Dark Ice, so she asked Ash for help. Nunu said in frustration.

Unlike Ash, who had the inheritance of Avarosa, he couldn't see what was sealed in the ice at a young age.

"Why don't you find a Guardian?" Ash frowned, flickering whenever she asked Nunu about it.

"I'm not going to be a Guardian anymore, and I'm not going back there again. ”

He stroked the head of the snowman beneath him and whispered, "This may be the last time I will perform my duties as a guardian, I have seen the books in the Chuli Great Library, and the people of the past are not at all the same as they are now. ”

"Such a guardian is really unpleasant. ”

The more Nunu spoke, the more sad he became, and after a while he actually cried, among the guardians who were all polluted, one can imagine how he survived.

Of course, it may not be difficult to survive, but what is commendable is that he can still maintain such a kind quality.

The snowman growled under his breath, his big eyes full of softness, he knew what his friend had paid for him, so he became closer and more trusting to Nunu.

Ash sighed, though she was also very unhappy with what the Guardians had done over the years, but she didn't show it in front of Nunu.

Because after all, it is his clansmen, and he may not feel bad things about his own people, but when others say it, not only does it not cater to that person's thoughts, but it will attract hatred.

For example, if a pair of brothers fight, you are a friend of one of them, and then rush in to help the friend beat his brother, then the result is that you are beaten by two brothers.

So at this time, Ash wisely chose to keep silent, which was the wisdom of a clan leader and a visit to the front line before the Crampons invasion.

"Forget it, I'll explain this to the High Priest when I get back, and inform the Guardian. Ash reached out and tapped the black icicle, forcibly holding back the idea of opening it.

The big war was imminent, and she didn't want to expend her strength too much, especially if she opened the ice, because the angel was already dead.

She believes that no one can survive such an injury.

"Then Werump and I will go first. Nunu patted the snowman on the head, not intending to stay any longer.

If they were friends, they might need to help in the eyes of people in other regions, but in the eyes of the Freljords, that was not a reason to participate in other inter-tribal wars.

Ash nodded, "Be careful. ”

She was equally not angry, because it was her war, not his.

And she will win, like Alvarossa, to unite Freljord and put an end to the constant process of fighting each other.

The snowman faded away, and on the snow it was several times faster than the swiftest winter wolf, the reindeer.

Ash glanced back at the delicate ice sculpture again, and after a moment, he sighed and turned away.

And just as she turned around, a crisp click came into her ears.

To be continued.