Lin An could understand the dragon's mood.

Like Lin An, the trajectory of its fate can also be seen with obvious traces of being predicted.

Unlike Lin An, Lin An's fate appeared in all the people or things related to the goddess of nature, helping her to save the day again and again;

The fate of the obsidian dragon was abandoned from the beginning, and it waited a long time in the egg before it was born, but it was forced to be lonely and trapped in the desolate underground space for more than 2,000 years.

Whatever the purpose of the goddess of nature, who was forced to bear such a fate for no reason, the dragon should have been born with a virgin if it had no resentment.

Lin An should be glad that the dragon did not get angry.

Judging from their encounter, the reason why the birth of the obsidian dragon was so late was probably to wait for Lin An to appear.

"I'm not just here to repay the favor. ”】

Lin An touched the dragon's back scales.

The pure black dragon scales are cold and hard, deep and beautiful, with an extra layer of texture than the top obsidian, full of the beauty of life:

["What will happen to a mortal who owes a debt to the gods? ”】

["With the power of nature, the divinity of nature, and even the godhead of nature—when the time comes, will I be Lin An or Mimer? ”】

For some reason, she didn't say it directly, but through her heart:

"I don't want to never wake up one day, and my body will be taken over by another visitor. ”】

"It's good if you can figure it out."] ”】

The dragon moved, its posture changing from prostrate to standing, and a pair of dragon wings spread out behind him, flapping lightly to maintain balance.

Its crystalline dragon eyes stared at Lin An, and said slowly:

["I was thinking that if you can't resist the temptation of becoming a god, even if you suffer from the contract, I will find a way to banish myself to another plane, and the farther away from you, the better. ”】

Feelings, it has been testing itself.

Lin Anxin said.

["As for determining the name of God, you should decide for yourself—you should be clear about the rule of the 'one name of God'. Before that, I'll just tell you one thing. ”】

The dragon said in a low voice and meaningfully:

["Aren't you wondering, I have been sleeping in an egg for so many years, can I still be born? ”】

"This is because my father is also a god. ”】

The dragon's wings set off a hurricane, and after flying sand and rocks, the dragon was lost on the top of the mountain.

Lin An stood in place.

She couldn't help but associate the dragon with.

In the system of nature gods created by the goddess of nature, there was a rather famous subordinate god with Thiago thorn as the main body.

Her heart was cold.

……

The construction of the temple was not a simple matter.

Even if the Duchy of Stuart gave the green light from top to bottom, the nobles donated money and materials, and the commoners enthusiastically contributed, from the location, planning to the completion of construction, even if it was repeatedly shortened, it could not be completed in less than a year and a half.

Especially now the Great Temple, which is still to be built, down to the brick by brick, with a pattern on the inside, the members of the temporary sect all hope to be perfect, to conform to and display the core doctrine of the sect, and to become a model standard for temples everywhere in the future.

Dickens, who had been put on the post of pope temporary, did not feel the toil.

In his mind, the establishment of the Great Temple is a thousand-year plan, and it takes ten or eight years to be called a slow project, and many temples are being built while seeking donations, and they may not be completed in ten or twenty years.

It was also a practice that brought his faith closer to the sacred.

Dickens looked forward to creating the most perfect masterpiece to please his gods.

If he can gain the approval of the gods, after his death, he will be able to be connected to his heavenly kingdom by the gods, and he will live forever with his gods.

On this day, Dickens would choose from hundreds of proposals and present them to his gods in his daily prayers.

The god neither approved nor denied, but said:

- [Plant it].

Dickens opened his eyes, and a four-leaf silver plate appeared on the ground in front of him, and in the silver plate was a strange seed.

The reason why it is strange is that the shape of the seed looks like a miniature palace.

Dickens understood something in an instant, his body trembled, and his heart prayed silently again, and his devotion was incomparable.

Bathing again and again, wearing the clergyman's robes with spices and scented mountains, Dickens carefully picked up the silver platter.

While the believers who volunteered to serve the Pope were bathing and burning incense, the other faithful sent out had already informed the Son and the Grand Duchess.

Then, the nobles who had been staring at the Grand Duke's Mansion and Pope Dickens also moved.

The Holy Land has always had believers go on pilgrimage and healing, gathering nearly 10,000 people, and the Grand Duchess held the Holy Son, led a group of nobles to appear, and led more civilians to gather.

By the time Dickens arrived, the vicinity of the eastern square of the city had been blocked, and half of the county had gathered here, as if it were a reappearance of the day of the miracle.

Unlike that day, the scene was quiet, but it was not dull.

The arrival of nine believers led by Dickens caused the black crowd to automatically split a path, like Moses dividing the sea, leading to an open space.

This open space is close to the square in the east of the city, covering an area of nearly ten acres, which is the land of the Oak God Sect gifted by the Grand Duchess in the name of the Grand Duke.

Dickens humbly bowed his head, and under the gaze of countless people, he held the silver platter and walked to the middle of the clearing, in front of the Grand Duchess and the Holy Son.

He looked around at the crowd around him, his gaze steady and burning with a hint of heat.

"My brothers and sisters, my God has given me an oracle today—"

The pin drop can be heard at the scene.

Dickens lifted the silver plate with a four-leaf pattern above his forehead, and the two noble believers who were always by his side wrote down every word he spoke—

The people in the front row, including the nobles, were all shorter, and then the sight spread backwards like the surface of the sea at low tide.

Including Princess Elizabeth, who also held the Son in her arms, knelt on a velvet kneeling cushion, facing in the direction of Dickens, and listened to the hadith.

Dickens inhales and exhales:

“…… He said, 'Plant it.'" ”

Since the rules and regulations of the sacrificial rites have not yet been perfected, and there is no tedious worship, no matter how solemn and cumbersome the rituals are, they are not as sacred as the silver plate and seeds in the hearts of believers.

Dickens invited the holy relic - the small shovel used by the Son on the day of miracles, gently dug a shallow mud pit in the middle of the clearing, and put the strange seeds into the mud pit with great importance.

There was no movement at first.

But Dickens showed no signs of panic.

He calmly planted the earth, took the urn, and poured water from the urn on the ground.

His calm infected the people around him, who were immersed in a state of peace and calm, praying earnestly and watching for a miracle to appear.

After about ten breaths, the ground slowly puffed up with a small packet.

A force from the depths of the earth is transmitted to the surface, deep, heavy, and vibrant, conveying the pulse of life on the earth to people.

A small palace appeared in front of the people.

The green light burst out, and the palace grew rapidly in the light, expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye—

The green vaults, the blue and brown mixed columns, the hollowed-out trunks divide the flat and open halls, the aerial roots and vines intertwine the graceful patterns on the walls and window lattices, the oak leaves decorate the temple roof, columns and balustrades, and the white bark paved corridors seem to be mottled on the surface, but in fact they are smooth and straight, extending in all directions, and the roots of the trees rise and fall regularly, forming a long staircase connecting the various halls.

Even Dickens was unexpected.

He and the people around him had no time to avoid the expansion of the palace, but the ground was carrying them slowly outward, until the ground was still, and the people let out exclamations.

A large temple covering an area of about three acres stood majestically in front of them.

A quarter of an hour ago, there was nothing here.

Except for the fact that the interior is not yet furnished, the whole palace is beautiful, as if people imagine the building of gods only in the kingdom of heaven.

It is green, brown and white, but full of life, and everyone can see it, it is a living tree, but it is also a temple.

It is different from all the temples on the Muse Continent.

This is a miracle from God Himself.

Shock!

Everyone shuddered, thrilled to be able to witness this dream-like scene.

Immediately, among the faith passages leading to Lin An, more than a hundred of them rapidly expanded and became thicker, reaching the thickness of a forearm.

The devout has appeared!

This is just the beginning of the climax, and the number of devout believers will continue to increase over time.

Lin An was no longer excited.

That seed was naturally found in the unsealed sigil space, and it was the trophy that the demigod fellow had obtained from his adventures in the Alternate Plane.

After being nurtured by the Warden, the seed mutated, and Kasan named him "Karolov's Palace Tree" in honor of a friend the demigod fellow lost during his adventures on the Alternate Plane.

According to Lin An's previous thoughts, the palace tree, which was unheard of on the Muse Continent, appeared for the first time, and she would definitely be accompanied by such a set of backings as a hundred flowers blooming, holy miracles, and golden light descending, so as to push the specifications of this "miracle" higher and maximize the effect.

But Lin An didn't want to engage in this kind of trick at all now.

These powers of faith are like a burden that is difficult to shake off, and Lin An can't wait to be able to break it off immediately.

She quietly planted hints for Dickens.

Dickens finally understood the urgency of serving the gods, and in just five days, the process that was impossible to complete in half a year was rapidly advanced.

The whole denomination framework, canons, rituals, holy relics, and priests serving the gods are roughly complete, and Dickens can't wait to announce that the sect is established!

In the prayers of the devotees, a divine power descended on the idol of the main hall of the main shrine.

There seemed to be some kind of underworld power, and the body of the statue, which was made of oak and had only the outline of a torso, became graceful and convex, with a distinctly feminine character.

If there are people who are familiar with Lin An, they may find that the facial features of the idol shrouded in golden light have a tendency to gradually move closer to Lin An.

Just listen to a faint, soft and majestic voice, which rings in the hearts of all believers:

【…… My name is Mimel, and I am the god of oaks. 】

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