Chapter 297: The Creator

Tang Shoudao spread the news, and the people's morale immediately soared. The story of the Faun has been told for thousands of years, and everyone has long forgotten that there is still this creator. However, the connection rooted in flesh and blood made all the Fet people excited, and the sense of security with a backer made them a little moved.

For a while, Tang Shoudao gained a lot less power of faith, which made him feel sad for a while.

Dream is a lot haggard now, he doesn't know how to deal with Xiao Lan's affairs, Xiao Lan's strength has improved quickly, and her talent and ability have also appeared, everyone has natal talent and natal ability, talent and ability are two extremes, about Tang Guo's famous assertion about talent and ability:

Talented, why wait? The shackles are the same, and the Kowloon car is also? It's all in vain! I control it, it is insufficient, I steal it, and it is not good. What is it? When the three gold bribes are combined, they are the same, and they are free.

Ability, eliminate or not? With no? It's all wrong, and the ability is only in the crossing. A flower and a world, all are divided into cause and effect. The ability is limited, the cause and effect are omitted, but the rest of the process is also. Without power, it is like having no castle in the air, and there is no air connection. The deeper the roots, the more solid the roots, the ability is the same, and the multiplication, the sweeter the fruit.

Xiao Lan's natal talent is a stone statue, which can reduce a large number of physical attacks. The natal ability is damaged, and when you are damaged, you can reflect a part of the damage, and you are immune to critical damage, and the critical damage is transferred to the rest of the parts.

This talent and ability are undoubtedly strong, if a tank-type warrior has these two talents and abilities, he can undoubtedly be invincible in battle, but it appears in a girl, which can't help but make Dream curious.

Dream has been quietly watching Xiao Lan for a long time, Xiao Lan's level is as high as forty-nine after receiving the blessing of the goddess, and her cultivation is even more lifeless, which can be called masochism.

Dream knows it's time to make a decision.

"Aren't they just two different worlds? What is this. But do you really love her? Or maybe it's just sympathy? ”

Dreams don't know their own hearts. Love is such a thing, even the person concerned doesn't know what he thinks in his heart.

If Xiao Lan was hurt because of herself, this would be something I couldn't bear to see. But under the influence of his teacher, Dream is far away from love, and even a little afraid, Dream is strong on the outside, but in fact he is fragile inside, under the magic of love, he is afraid, hesitant, and at a loss.

The cheapest thing in the world, but in the eyes of some people, is love.

The dream sighed for a long time, and the figure slowly faded until it disappeared in place.

The production of the spaceship is in full swing, and the progress is extremely fast, originally Tang Shoudao thought that it would take at least half a year to complete the production, but now looking at this situation, I am afraid that it can be completed in only two months.

As soon as Tang Shoudao entered the work state, he was a little crazy and didn't recognize his six relatives, and all he thought about was work.

Under the leadership and exemplary role of Tang Shoudao, everyone worked hard, no one was lazy, and hundreds of thousands of people gathered together, and the enthusiasm that burst out was like fire, which could make the most strong. Hard ore melts. In this working atmosphere, the spaceship is like a small tree that grows every day.

A month later, the Bell of the Faun shows the day of the coming of the Faun. Although Tang Shoudao didn't know the exact time, the arrival of the Faun should be in these few days.

The number of Fet people who believe in Tang Shoudao has decreased by more than half. In this regard, Tang Shoudao breathed a sigh of relief. Although there is still some loss in my heart, I don't need to bother refining my wish.

Mortals can have more than one faith. After all, each deity is in charge of a different field and has a different priesthood, so mortals often involve multiple faiths. Like Tang Shoudao, it is very simple to absorb the power of faith, he knows almost everything, and the priesthood involves a wide range of aspects. So the loss of faith is only temporary and will soon be restored.

The whole Fet waited for the days to be awakened.

Suddenly a large expanse of colorful glass appeared in the sky, and these mortals of Fet had never seen such a brilliant interweaving of colors. They knelt on the ground reverently, each with prayer and hope on their faces.

When the meteor streaks across the sky, what is left is the amazement of the final burning. When it is short-lived, the beauty is limited to a few minutes, and the condensed, deep, lifelong bloom withers in just a moment. When a short life burns, when the beautiful blooms wither, what do you think? This is the beauty of sacrifice, and this is the operation of the rules under the awe-inspiring righteousness. O'Neill cried, how many years, nearly 10,000 years, the sacrifice of the Faun is the same as before the sacrifice. When the white-bearded old man appeared on the colorful auspicious clouds, all the believers who knew about the past cried.

It is said that the tears shed in happiness are the most bitter. Tears flowed into the corners of his mouth, and O'Neill's mouth was bitter and bitter.

"Haha......" seemed to be in full bloom, and the whole world of Fet trembled slightly with the old man's laughter, and a wave of joy that emerged from the depths of his heart made all Fet people rejoice.

Tang Shoudao and Meng looked at the white-bearded old man curiously, "Is this the Creator?" ”

Neither of them had ever seen the appearance of the Creator, and there were two Creators in the Tang Kingdom, one was Pangu the Great and the other was God. Pangu the Great was so dedicated that he exhausted himself to death in order to open up the world, and God created the world in seven days, and he also gave himself a holiday on weekends, which is much stronger than Pangu Elm Pimple.

The Creator is basically immortal, and there is no means to kill the Creator completely. So temporary death is simply a long sleep.

Just when the Faun awoke, I don't know how many light years away. This is a bizarre world, with countless dandelion-like tidbits wafting through the space with a strange light.

A large, strange creature resembling a jellyfish swam and shed a little light. A long sigh rang out out of nowhere.

"That Faun guy has woken up, Yi, what are you going to do next?"

A voice that seemed to float from nine heavens away, said, "Release them from all their restrictions...... I've had enough to eat, and now there's no one in the entire universe to match me except for the guy who even I feel powerless. ”

"Do as you wish!"

The undercurrent of the universe surged, and the sacrificial world lords began to wake up after some special restrictions were removed.

Tang State. Divine Realm.

Since the return of the gods, the Tang Kingdom has once again entered a wave of cultivation, and now that some extremely low grades and extremely high grades have been removed, the average level of the Tang Kingdom has reached level forty! That's a good number.

Nuwa is the spokesperson of the divine realm, and now that the divine realm has also begun to develop rapidly, losing mortals is like driftwood, which is not good for a long time.