Chapter 852 Rain

The world on the desk.

"The poor Yun Umbrella Sealed Artifact Envoy will never come back."

"We will remember his courage and merit, and his name will be recorded in the civilization machine and occupy those few bytes forever."

The Messenger of the Sealed Book and the Messenger of the Black Pen opened a memorial service for the Messenger of the Cloud Umbrella to commemorate his brave sacrifice and unremitting dedication.

And when the perspective is raised from the desk to the entire study, the dimension of the world suddenly changes.

The people in the study world sat on the chairs and said to the world members on the table.

"It's not necessarily dead, it could be trapped somewhere."

The Messenger of the Sealed Book did not deny this possibility, but still said.

"Being trapped and completely losing his freedom, he will self-destruct. There is a high probability that he will die. Otherwise, he will either encounter force majeure or rebel. In either case, it is not an exaggeration to put him on the death list. "

Although no information was sent back, it was a message in itself, which meant that the other end of the ladder to the sky was dangerous.

Helfas has always been a person who doesn't like taking risks. At least when he has a choice, he will not be inclined to take risks. On the one hand, he is more cautious in letting the messenger of the Sealed Book make new plans. On the other hand, he also confirms that I will not take the initiative to go to the other end of the Sky Ladder for the time being.

Helfas: "Don't put him on the death list for the time being. Wait until it is thoroughly confirmed. This will be the case in the future."

The envoy of the Sealed Book nodded: "Okay, everything will follow your will. However, although this matter and the other world are of high importance, our focus now should be on the plan to become a god."

Helfas: "Do you have any good suggestions?"

Becoming a myth is not an easy thing. Helfas said that he only needs to give him a few hundred more years to become a myth. However, this does not mean that he has accumulated enough of most of the gods in the past nearly a thousand years. Blood.

The accumulation of strength is actually like a snowball. Most of the early plans are preparatory work, and the strength accumulated later will increase exponentially.

But he did not lie. According to his plan, it would not take more than a thousand years at the latest, but now he hopes to do it faster.

Messenger of the Sealed Book: "Your achievement of mythology mainly depends on the accumulation of divine blood in the crystal skulls. The more crystal skulls, the more powerful they will be, and the faster you will become a god."

"If you want to further accelerate your plan to become a god, there are only two ways."

"Increase revenue and reduce expenditure."

Herfas: "How to increase revenue and reduce expenditure?"

The envoy of the Sealed Book opened his body, and a projected letter flew out from his body and was listed in front of Helfas. At the same time, he gave a brief explanation of the plan he listed.

"Throttling means that there are currently some crystal heads and messengers that have no potential, and you can consider processing or splitting them; if some heads have accidents, die in battle, or are destroyed in the wild, a reasonable plan and procedure should be put in place to deal with them. To recycle, this requires you, the master, to imprint the law into the civilization machine."

"Open source means recycling crystal skulls and their corpses are precipitated and dispersed, and more crystal skulls are born and manufactured. The upgrade and improvement of the Temple of Impressions should be further accelerated. A large amount of resources will be allocated. The upgraded temple can be reasonably To plan and accelerate this process; and to give potential crystal skulls more resources so that they can become stronger and even enter the apostle level.”

Even if they are both Crystal Skull Messengers, there are differences. Some are created with stronger talents, while others are more intelligent.

Some can move forward, while others can only stagnate.

Helfas lowered his head slightly, stretched out his hand and pinched the projected letter. The illusory letter seemed to be really held in his fingertips.

After looking at it for a while, he said: "You are really merciless when it comes to the destruction and death of your kind, just like you treat batches of consumable materials!"

Messenger of the Sealed Book: "We are just a talking stone."

Helfas let go of his hand and retracted all the letters into the sealed book: "Follow the others, let's forget about dealing with the crystal head with no potential."

Then he asked again.

"By the way, what's next for the professionals of the Law of Rain?"

The envoy of the Book of Sealing replied: "The training has been carried out step by step two hundred and thirty-two years ago, but you know that it is not easy to complete the construction of a professional system."

"However, a lot of results have been achieved recently. The growth rate of professionals is steadily accelerating. Currently, professionals in Sky Path are cooperating with each other to comprehensively transform the Kingdom of Clouds."

Helfas nodded, stood up and walked out of the study.

The envoy of the Sealed Book and the envoy of the black fountain pen respectfully saw him off, still staying in the study.

But finally, the messenger of the Sealed Book asked again.

"Didn't you personally take away our desires when you created us? We won't suffer or have any fear. Why are you so merciful when it comes to destroying us?"

"Exerting mercy and kindness to a group of rocks means nothing and gets no response."

Helfas stood at the door, holding the door frame with one hand and turning his head.

"Is it really a stone? It's still a little different!"

"otherwise."

"Why did you ask me this question?"

The door closed with a slight sound.

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There is a strange machine in the temple.

It looks like a central metal pillar in the temple, with a square metal box below, and many smaller metal pillars tied together on top. The axis is filled with crystal stones. These small metal pillars are connected with gears and rotate continuously.

When you put a letter into the box, or chant the name of God in the temple to pray, this machine will sing your prayer.

The sound will be transmitted to the kingdom of the gods along with the constantly rotating machine.

Of course, the gods may not respond to all your prayers, nor may they hear them, but the civilization machine will definitely record them.

It will formulate a civilization plan based on the prayers of all living beings.

People call it a prayer machine.

Pious prayers come to the temple and send one prayer after another into the machine. As the machine rotates, countless voices mix and sing.

It does not seem noisy at all, but there is a sacred silence that makes people feel peaceful in their hearts.

At this moment.

A farmer from afar knelt on the ground, crawled to the prayer machine, and stuffed a prayer into the machine.

"Please rain on time this rainy season!"

The voice was mixed with countless prayers, rising along the pillars, passing through the white clouds, passing through the sky, and spreading to the kingdom of God.

In the endless darkness, the civilization machine playing alone received the prayer.

The civilization machine and the messenger of the Book of Seals determined that the prayer was effective, so an order was issued from the civilization machine layer by layer, passing through the sky, passing through the clouds, and transferred to a black pen messenger, and finally arrived in the hands of a certain existence.

The rainy season has arrived.

The people in the village waited beside the farmland and looked forward to it. They waited from day to night, and from night to day.

The dry earth was waiting for rain, and the cracked ground was like them, opening its mouth towards the sky, waiting anxiously.

Finally, one night, rain clouds floated from afar, turned into sweet rain and landed on this land, wetting the land and farmland.

The people in the village rushed out and shouted loudly in the rain.

"The rain is coming."

"I said that the gods will definitely hear it and respond to our prayers."

"The rain in the rainy season just came at this time, and there will be no problem with the harvest this year."

But they didn't see that a transparent shadow was walking in the rain. He was part of the rain.

And wherever he went, the rain followed.

The rain kept falling, but it would stop eventually. He stood on the hillside and looked at the vibrant land. His figure gradually became solid as the rain stopped.

It was an old bird man wearing a raincoat. He stared at the village at the foot of the mountain.

He seemed to be a little happy, but he didn't show it on his face. He looked calm as water.

After a while, he seemed to be talking to himself.

"The next place."

The smiling face on the chest of the raincoat, like a badge, spoke and said the next address.

"Muzhou Town, it rained for a day and a half, the rainfall..."

He climbed to the top of the mountain, accompanied by the morning wind and rain, melting into it and drifting away.

He is the rain, running with the rainy season, waiting for the moment to land on the earth.

However.

When he arrived above Muzhou Town with the migration of rain, it had already rained here.

A younger, faster and more powerful rainy season prayer master than him had been here. The other party did not need complicated procedures and means, but just turned into a rain bird and flew over here, and it completed a rainfall.

In the end, he could only guide the rain to fall into a lake not far from Muzhou Town.

The rain was pouring down, and he stood by the lake in a raincoat, chatting with the messenger.

He asked: "Do you know the origin of the name of Muzhou Town?"

The smiling face on the raincoat: "Because a man dragging a wooden boat met a god here hundreds of years ago, and a legend has been left since then."

He: "There was no lake here at that time, what use was the wooden boat?"

The messenger: "So now there is one."

He looked at the wooden boat tied to the lake. This is a very important water source area in the vicinity. The land that had been dry for countless years was accompanied by the appearance of water, and those fish did not know how they strangely appeared in the water.

The wooden boat that was once not needed by people is now gradually needed by people.

And he and his family, who were once surrounded by stars like the moon, have gradually become the supporting roles of the times with the rise of new professionals, and are now insignificant.

The family represented by his surname has been studying how to make rain since 800 years ago. It is an old-fashioned family of divine shepherds.

Three hundred years ago, a person in their family finally discovered the secret of rain, made a seal for rain, and began to become a rainy season prayer master in the old era, and reached its peak and glory at that time.

Over the past three hundred years, the once huge family has been scattered and disintegrated. Some branches have been integrated into the new era, while others have been eliminated by the times. The former glory has also dissipated like smoke, and he is the only one left in his lineage.

He became a rainy season prayer master when he was very young. This profession requires him to run around with the rainy season and subtly guide the rainy season and the rain.

Therefore, he has traveled to most cities on this land, and has been running around all his life. He used to be proud of it, and he enjoyed this job of bringing rain to those in need.

But when there are more real rainy season prayer professionals, those who rely on seals to bring rain have become a dispensable existence, at least no longer sought after.

The new rainy season prayer can turn into a blue bird, also known as the rain bird, just like the weather fortune teller's sunny bird.

They are the traveling rainy season, flying birds that never stop.

He is also a bird traveling in the rain.

It's just the old times.

He quietly waited for the rain to end, the sky to clear, and the iron tower in the distance became clear.

The iron tower extends to the clouds, and whenever he looks at it, he feels admiration and fear for the great power of the gods that penetrates the sky and the earth.

But at this moment, he looked at the iron tower and thought of the city it leads to.

Suddenly, he had a strange idea: "Do you think it will rain in the city of God's Domain?"

The messenger told him: "It won't rain."

He said: "What a pity."

Messenger: "What a pity."

He: "If it needs to rain there, I can go up."

Messenger: "I thought you would say it's a pity that people there can't see the rain."

He: "Do people in heaven also have regrets!"

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Weather Forecast Port.

The old man is also a part of this place. He even studied here when he was a teenager. His current work and tasks are also arranged and deployed here.

Every year, they come here at least once.

A middle-aged birdman sat on a chair with some arrogance, judging the weather praying masters who came to him one after another. After seeing the previous one leave, the old man finally got up from his seat and came to the other party.

The other party touched his hooked nose and glanced at the old man.

"Sometimes I only went to one or two places in a month. The rainfall is really well controlled. You are worthy of being an old generation."

"But it's too slow!"

"It's complicated and time-consuming. You have to find a suitable place to launch every time, which requires various resources. Besides, you are old, so why don't you pass the seal to the next generation of young people!"

But when he said this, the other party changed his words.

"Or you can pass it to me. After the rain professional comes out, this kind of seal is very popular and can greatly enhance the power of the rainy season prayer master."

The seal cannot be sold, but it can be "inherited".

Human beings are very smart, even too smart. No matter what rules you set, they will always find a lot of loopholes and loopholes to exploit.

The old man did not agree. He had no children. Even if he got a large sum of so-called inheritance fees, what use would this money have.

Although the middle-aged birdman was in a high position, he did not dare to use any means or rob openly. The seal messenger was not easy to fool. No one dared to break the rules in such matters.

The old man walked outside, and the young man beside him was a little indignant about his experience.

"Don't you think they are a little too much?"

"Isn't the rainy season prayer master who uses the seal not a rainy season prayer master? You have devoted your whole life to the weather forecast port."

The old man is no longer young. He was once indignant and secular.

But when he got old and flew over thousands of mountains.

He just said: "Thank you."

But when he walked to the door, he said to himself again.

"Some things will gradually decline, just like people will always get old, just like rain will always fall."

Next, he still worked as a slow rainy season prayer master. He often needed to find a suitable place, rush and climb mountains in a hurry to catch up with the migrating rainy season and climate change.

When he was chasing the rain on the ground, he would draw various climate change maps, accurately calculate his rainfall, and time.

He even calculated what kind of changes the rainy season and climate would bring to the local area. He seemed particularly rigorous, but it didn't seem to be of much use.

These things have been calculated in the weather forecast port, and his old method is no longer needed now.

Now the rainy season prayer master only needs to quickly arrive at each point according to the order to make it rain.

On this day, he integrated into the rainy season and climate migration and came to a small settlement.

But the messenger told him: "The rain has been cancelled."

He asked: "Why?"

The messenger said: "There was a small village living here before. They prayed for rain. Now they have migrated with their farmland and merged with another town."

They were just about to leave when suddenly thunder exploded in the rain clouds and the sky darkened.

With the sound of clattering, the rain suddenly fell here.

They were also swept down from the sky by the rain and fell on the ground. The old rainy season prayer master stood under the abandoned eaves and looked at the rain clouds in the sky.

The messenger: "It has nothing to do with us. The rain can't be controlled."

He said: "The rain wants to fall here by itself."

Although they guide the rainy season and climate change, they are only guiding, not controlling.

Sometimes the weather changes drastically, or the rain cannot be controlled and wants to fall from the sky, and they are often unable to stop it.

Just like now.

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Rainy night.

He tried to climb up several times, trying to blend into the rain clouds in the sky, but was washed down again and again.

He gradually felt powerless. His body was indeed not as good as before. Even with the weakening of his body, his wisdom, will and many things also declined.

He sat helplessly in the rain, wearing a raincoat.

He said: "It looks like I'm really old."

After a while, he asked the messenger again.

"Do you have any place you want to go, or any young people you like?"

Messenger: "No."

He: "Oh!"

The old rainy season prayer master responded simply, but seemed to sigh.

After a while, the messenger suddenly said.

"I'm going to die too."

Although eight hundred years have passed, the seal that the raincoat messenger relies on is still only a first-level seal.

In the first five hundred years, he could not find a way to break through. In the next three times, he found a way to break through, but every attempt to break through failed. Except for splitting a new weird and then becoming a seal, he gained nothing.

This is actually the fate of most monsters and sealed objects. Not every sealed object and monster can climb straight up to the clouds. There are many who have lived for a long time but are still low-level monsters for various reasons.

This may not be a completely bad thing. After all, the cocoon tree forests, silkworm houses and farmlands today are all from this.

He seemed very surprised and asked slowly: "God's messenger will die?"

Messenger: "God's messenger is not God, of course he will die, although our lifespan is very long, compared to you."

The scene became a little silent, and only the sound of rain and the sound of hitting the raincoat could be heard.

The messenger suddenly said: "Some things will always withdraw from the times."

The old rainy season prayer master looked down and then raised his head again.

"Just like people will always get old, just like rain will always fall."

The scene finally became less depressing, and it seemed that death was not so scary if you think about it carefully.

As they said, just like rain will always fall.

He asked: "How long will it take?"

Messenger: "About the same as you."

He: "What will happen if the messenger dies?"

Messenger: "Before we die, we will go to the Temple of the Image in the city of Helfas. It is the tomb and birthplace of the messenger. We will end our life mission in the temple and enter rest."

He looked: "Is that heaven?"

Messenger: "Our heaven."

The old rainy season prayer master's eyes suddenly became deep and long, and he seemed to remember a lot of things.

He remembered the family legend, the words that the first ancestor who became a shepherd said to the messenger at that time.

"I want to catch the rain in the sky."

So they went to the wilderness together to find the weirdness related to rain.

Next, he remembered the various historical figures of the family, the glory of the family, and the turbulent years of the past.

In the end, all the glorious and glorious pictures were replaced by the endless rain scene in front of him.

The water on the ground rises to the sky and turns into clouds, which will turn into rain and fall again. This time may be very short.

The intelligent life that was born like a miracle will age and die, which takes dozens or hundreds of years.

The Fengyun family, which followed the times and stepped onto the stage, will end. This will take eight hundred years.

He suddenly said, "I'll go with you."

Messenger: "Helfas City?"

Old Rainy Season Prayer: "Yes, the City of Heaven, the God's Domain of the Sky."

Messenger: "There is no need for people to make it rain there."

He: "Try it, people always need rain, just like the Kingdom of Clouds cannot always be sunny."

He wiped the water off his face and watched the sudden and continuous rain.

It finally chose to fall here, so what about his own rain?

He wanted to fall there.

He is the rain.