only god

Chapter 214 Prayer to the Father
Harris stood on top of the death star.

No matter how he persuaded Nakbet, the God of Death's will was still firm, and he was still eager to create an afterlife world.

In desperation, Herris had no choice but to wield his divine hammer and drive the power of death to forge the Netherland on the death star.

Nakbet, the god of death, went to the earth. He, who knows death, is looking for dying souls to try.

Facing the high mountain in the distance, Herris knelt down and put his palms together.

At this moment, he prayed like a mortal.

After praying, Herris stood up from the ground, feeling mixed feelings at the moment.

In the long past, I was hesitant and confused, and I didn't know what kind of father the supreme father is.

In the heart of the god of mountains and craftsmen, there was infinite doubt. Before he understood it, the image of the father was blurred, and he was allowed to be smeared by fear. If he is supreme and can be deduced by reason, then he must be indifferent and ruthless, just like the sun rising from east to west Falling is an eternal law.

"But the Father is not the sun, He made the sun."

Harris murmured with emotion.

The sun can rise in the west and set in the east if the Father wills.

Then, Herris thought of something, lowered his head, and murmured:
"Shanon, may you be well."

When a loved one dies, when a father who loves his son loses his son, the only thing he can do is to pray for his son to go to a good place.

Heris knew that mortals on the ground were always looking for the direction after death, so they compiled various legends for this.

But in this era, no one would say that the world after death does not exist.

because,

It is cruel to not go anywhere after death.

But thankfully, the afterlife really exists, and God created it.

Gradually, Herris withdrew his thoughts, and he waved the hammer in his hand to work for Nakbet, the god of death, to create all his needs.

"The world after death...the land of the nether world."

Herris couldn't help murmuring in front of the fiery furnace.

The god of death, Nakbet... He didn't know that the sky is higher than the earth, and the mountains are higher than the abyss, and he even wanted to create an afterlife world. Thinking of this, Herris couldn't help but feel deeply worried.

Is this an usurpation of the Father?
"Are we offending our Father?"

Harris muttered, and the hammer struck the red-hot metal.

"Perhaps...our Father doesn't care, doesn't care?"

Harris couldn't be sure.

After beating the metal for two days and two nights, and after finishing a small part of the work, Herris took a deep breath and temporarily put down the magic hammer in his hand.

Herris is still hesitating, he hasn't made up his mind yet, he doesn't know whether he should create an afterlife world for the god of death.

Looking at the earthly world in the distance, Herris looked directly at the snow-capped mountains, where the priests of the elves were praying in front of the altar, and the brilliance of the mountains was sacred and bright.

There are lights in front of the altar.

The elf priests prayed to the gods, chanting "Lord, God" in their mouths, and those words traveled through a long distance to the ears of the god of mountains and craftsmen.

Herris suddenly had some inspiration and patted his head made of ore.

Since I was hesitant and speculated, why didn't I just pray?Why don't you ask yourself?

The honest and dull Harris suddenly had an idea.

Herris looked at the lights enshrined in front of the high mountain altar, and patiently waited for the priests to leave.

Not long after, the elf priests finished their prayers, the sun slowly set, and the holy land of the Kingdom of Nus was shrouded in darkness.

Herris put on the square flying boots, put on the concealment cloak forged in the night, kicked his feet, and left the celestial kingdom in a blink of an eye. Riding the strong wind of the world, he came to the altar on the high mountain in a short time from the never-ending furnace .

Sensitive as they may be, the Logos is mortal and cannot notice the approach of a god.

Herris stretched out his hand and lightly touched the lamp enshrined on the altar.

The rough fingertips clearly know the base of the lamp, and the flame is constantly swaying in the cold wind, between extinguishing and burning.

Herlis clasped his hands together, and whispered softly in front of the lamp:

"My Father, I pray to you.

My doubts, I know you will understand. "

Saying this, Harris closed his eyes tightly and lowered his head slightly.

The light shone on His face, and it flickered, as if it would go out at any moment.

Harris continued to ask:
"Father, shall we forge the afterlife?
If you don't want to, you let this light go out,

Father, I accept all your arrangements. "

After finishing speaking, Herries waited quietly in front of the lights.

The cold wind came after itself.

The light in front of the god of mountains and craftsmen flickered, it was weak and thin, and could not withstand the steepness of the cold wind. It was not surprising when it was blown out.

But Harris wasn't sure,

this lamp

Is it extinguished, or not extinguished?
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"who am I?"

On the land, a corner far away from the known world.

There is a creature, he looks at the reflection in the lake.

In the reflection, he looks like a three-eyed ape without fine hair and a third eye, and like an elf without pointed ears and a long destiny.

He was in a dense forest, the surroundings were wild and silent, the reflection in the lake was clear, and the rustling sound of leaves lingered in his ears.

The man looked at himself in the lake and asked again:

"who am I?"

Among the shadows of the forest, Nakbet, the god of death, held a sickle and silently looked at the person in front of him.

For this person in front of him, Nakbet can perceive almost all deaths in the world, and the reason why he appears here is because this person is about to die.

It was a brand new species created by the power of the gods gathered by the god king Shan En.

As soon as this species came to the world, it was instilled by the gods with the knowledge and wisdom of the Logos, the three-eyed ape-man, etc., so that they could learn to plant and raise animals in a very short period of time, relying on the blood of the tribe , Unite a small city-state.

The name of the man in front of him is Assis, the second son of a wise man. Unlike other humans who are busy with hunting, planting, and animal husbandry, he sets foot in the forest all day long, patiently observes everything in the world, and draws his own truth from it .

But one day, Assis accidentally saw himself in the water, and wondered: who am I?

Assis has been puzzled, he still can not find the answer to this question.

This esoteric question is really too difficult for the newly born race.

Even so, Assis did not give up.

He stared intently at the reflection in the water, trying to see something out of it.

And what he didn't know was,
Death stood quietly in the shadows, waiting for the soul of this dying mortal.

(End of this chapter)