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Text Chapter 277: You are the heir of the gods

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    City of Glory.

    In front of the spring and the heavy gate, one after another beautiful sky angels descended, saluting to the female sky angel who controls the winged demon.

    A group of sky angels surrounded Duma, and they watched Duma open the wooden box he brought back.

    The strange things of the Evil city-state amazed the sky angels. It was hard for them to imagine that there was another intelligent race in this world, creating miracles beyond the winged people.

    "This is the rough weaving of the snake man?" Someone picked up a piece of clothing.

    "It's not as beautiful as our feather weave, it's really rough." A sky envoy gently stroked the surface of the rough weave.

    Duma told them: "But in the city of the snake people, everyone can wear clothes. They don't need superhuman strength to make such cloth. An ordinary workshop can make such things."

    Duma picked up a vine root plant and showed it to the other sky angels.

    "They grow this plant called net rope vine and use it to make rope, nets, and cloth."

    "They use rope in every part of their daily life, weaving it into nets for fishing, in boats, in vehicles, and in their lives."

    "They use cloth to make clothes, pockets, quilts and all kinds of things."

    The angels are very curious about the technology of the snake people, but some people are dubious: "Is it true that everyone can wear clothes? The snake people are so rich?"

    Although this is a bit exaggerated.

    But in the city, most Evels will put on clothes and go out. The rough weaving, an item promoted by King Smerkel, is indeed fully integrated into every aspect of the life of the snake people.

    Duma and the angels said: "Gentlemen, these things are not complicated."

    "What they can do, we can also do. It is because they are simple and ordinary that they can be applied to everyone."

    Some sky envoys were not interested: "It's just something that ordinary people use."

    Some sky angels listened carefully: "I think these things are good, are there others?"

    "His Royal Highness Duma."

    After finishing speaking, Duma took out the ball rolling and the flour, wine, and pastries made by rolling the ball.

    "They can grow their own plant called Juanjue, and then process it to make a variety of food."

    "These are the various foods they make from the plants they grow."

    "So even without hunting, they can get enough food in the land."

    The other sky envoys tried the pastry and liqueur cautiously, and exclamations erupted from the crowd immediately. This thing shocked them much more than the coarse weaving.

    "It's so sweet."

    "Is this the food those snake people eat?"

    "How are they made?"

    Many people have changed their views on the snake people race.

    Since such food and wine can be produced, it must be at least a race and civilization with a certain quality of life.

    Duma and the sky envoy shared what they had gained from going to the city-state of Aiweier and the sights they observed.

    That's why she brought these things back.

    She hopes that other sky messengers can know from this level that the snake people are a kind of wisdom, a kind of ethnic group that can communicate and have creativity.

    After showing the things she brought back, she asked other angels.

    "Where's mother?"

    The other party replied: "Her Majesty the Queen has been resting in the bedroom recently. It may be that Her Majesty needs to understand and practice after becoming the Apostle of God!"

    The people on the side also said: "Yes! We haven't seen Your Majesty for a long time."

    Duma took out an exquisite and gorgeous sword with a scabbard from the box, which was packed in a well-made wooden box.

    This is a sword that is said to have come from the City of Lights on the Giant Island of Ruhe, and was forged by an alchemist.

    She wanted to give it to her mother, Her Majesty the Winged One.

    There were two guards standing in front of the gate, and they didn't stop Duma after seeing her arrival. Duma walked directly inside, walked through the aisle and came to a door.

    She knelt down outside the door, holding the wooden box in her hand.

    "Mother."

    "I'm back."

    Melde didn't show his face, and didn't let Duma in.

    "What I asked you to do, have you done it?"

    What Melder said was to ask Duma to go and give the snake?At this time, she was still thinking about the gods.

    Duma shook her head: "Did you never think that you are the queen of the winged people?"

    "What you have done has brought the City of Glory to an end and plunged everyone into disaster."

    "Countless people will die next, and countless people will fall into despair and pain because of your madness.

    Winged Queen Meld looked at Douma, she told her daughter.

    "I am the apostle of God first, and then the queen of the winged people."

    Duma kept backing away: "I can't do it, I don't have that kind of strength."

    The Winged Queen looked at Duma and said, "You will do it."

    "Duma!"

    "because¡­¡­"

    The Winged Queen's voice became very excited, and she said with a trill.

    "You are the daughter of God."

    The Winged Queen's face fell into madness a little bit, and the evil and corrupt will once again occupied her.

    "You are the child given to me by the gods!"

    "Duma!"

    "You are the heir of the gods, come and become one with the gods!"

    Duma watched helplessly as her mother's will was devoured and replaced by another evil and distorted consciousness.

    And that evil existence still wanted to keep him and devour her together.

    "don't want."

    She rushed out of the sky before the Winged Queen Meld fell completely, and flew away from Glory City with all the remaining sky angels.

    And after flying higher, you can see that the black mud has swallowed up the entire Fenbukein Mountain and completely submerged the city of trials at the foot of the mountain.

    Countless Winged Men died in deep sleep, and many of them turned into the lowest level of Eagle Demons.
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