Arad's unruly savior

What you know is not everything, and even the methods you set up with your own hands are not necessarily all possibilities.

The power of the Goddess of Death and Darkness is everywhere and omnipotent. Wherever the soul belongs, it must be in the realm of my god.

As long as there is the possibility of death, you are in the realm of death.

Even though the origin of the God of Mist is extraordinary and involves the ancient times, it is naturally far inferior to the great goddess of death and darkness.

Magnificent sky-high pillars build a palace that is overflowing with light, sacred and majestic. Shining golden star characters flow in the sky, turning into virtual stars. Those characters are memories and records.

Although Mavis is not as knowledgeable as the curator and is familiar with the languages ​​​​of various ethnic groups, she only needs to read it to be able to remember it.

At a casual glance, those star-like words were neither powerful secrets nor solemn events. Instead, they were all light-hearted little things and corresponding projection fragments.

Who is getting married, which mythical beast has had a good sleep, and the weather is not bad one day...

She remembered that Hazel said that the Mist God could find projection records of any person at any time and anywhere in the God Realm.

Mavis withdrew her gaze, raised her voice and asked, "God of Fog, are you here?"

Although this space gave people a feeling of majesty, majesty, and unattainable, Mavis felt that the various scenery was a bit too monotonous. It was okay to have a fresh picture for a while, but she couldn't wait for a long time. Go down.

A moment later, the distant-sounding voice came again, seemingly closer than before, "This is the realm of memory. The deepest part of my memory is me, and it's not me. It depends on how you define existence." This concept.”

It sounded a bit confusing. Shu Mo was shocked at first and then raised a big question mark. Does this palace really belong to the greatest mist god in the god world?

And it's strange that being able to talk directly to the God of Mist is not something that only Noriji of the Eye of Mist can do, but Mavis-dono can also do it.

And what is me...and not me...

Mavis understood, however, that the God of Fog was talking about whether "existence" was memory or the body, which involved some philosophical issues.

Some philosophers have proposed that people have a three-step state of death. The first step is death in a physiological sense. The flesh and blood body can no longer sustain survival. The second step is death in a social sense. The person's social network begins to break down. From this The relationships built by people will lose the "him" link and collapse.

The third step is death in the spiritual and cultural sense. No one remembers the deceased anymore, and there is no longer a line of words to record "his" story. The moment everyone forgets, he will die completely.

So Mavis understood what the God of Mist meant. Are you asking about the location of my physical body, or are you asking about my memory? This is not her physical body, but the place where her memories are stored.

A ball of light blue light slowly condensed over the sacred and noble palace, and a girl with exquisite jade feet and slender legs stepped out of it. Her thick waterfall-like hair was like a corner of the blue sky, and her appearance was pure and refined. , the skin glows with soft and warm light, making you feel amazing every time you look at it.

It turned out that the God of Mists was so "childish", and Mavis was surprised by his true appearance. She looked like a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old.

Belief in the God of Mist can be traced back to nearly two thousand years ago in the divine world, so her true age is naturally a number that cannot be said.

Of course, after reaching a certain level of realm, you can choose not to change your appearance or body. For example, the invincible beautiful girl Naiyali who runs away from nowhere has the appearance of a lolita, but her real age... shh~

Mavis blinked her cold eyes, feeling that the image of the Misty God was quite fashionable and cute, especially her slender and soft legs wearing a pair of open-toed dance socks, which wrapped the perfect curves of her legs, revealing ten delicate and delicate breasts. Beautiful toes.

Even though they are both women, they have never had a foot fetish. Mavis also thinks that Kirigami's feet are very beautiful.

Don't let Sugar Cane find out, otherwise you will have to argue with Wu Shen every day to wash his feet.

Another point that Mavis cared about was the reflection of the Mist God. She walked out of the palace, as if she was about to turn into the sky of the realm of memories, but the glimmering and crystal clear ground reflected another image of the Mist God. He is long-haired, tall, and covered with mysterious runes. His cold face has no emotion at all, and there is no vitality in his body. He is like a mechanical body coated with a layer of flesh and blood.

"Eh?"

Shu Mo looked curiously at Wu Shen, who was getting closer and closer. He was surprised by his youth and beauty, and also wondered why he felt so close to him.

I remember Qian Haitian's Earth Realm Protector said that her affinity for the mist surpassed almost all people in the God Realm. Could this be the reason?

Mavis looked at Mist God and nodded, "Have you broken free from Terra's memory?"

"Yes, just now...wait a minute, you actually know Terra!" The mist god's pure and beautiful cheeks immediately showed emotional fluctuations, and at the same time, a golden star text lit up in the realm of memory, representing everything that happened here and now. Being remembered by the God of Mist.

"The sky outside your God Realm, the upside-down demon world of another dimension, is a corner of Terra in the past, don't you know."

It’s just that people in the heavenly world are limited by their technical abilities and don’t know about the demon world. The power of the God of Mist is not lower than that of Mal, and his peak posture will be even stronger. Mal is already wandering in various parallel dimensions. How can the God of Mist talk to a little girl who has not left the palace? Similar.

An emotion called uneasiness appeared on the God of Mist's expression, and his sea-blue eyes were filled with light. "I knew there was a world there, but I didn't know it was a corner of Terra. I have never left the divine world."

The God of Fog looked at Mavis seriously and said: "I have a request. Since you can arrive here in a way other than the conventional way, it proves that you must have extraordinary and outstanding abilities and will not lose to my power."

"Tell me about it." Mavis didn't say yes or no, and accidentally had a direct conversation with the God of Mist. This was good news for understanding the divine world.

We are just getting to know each other for the first time, and the God Realm attaches great importance to agreements, so you can eat randomly, don't talk randomly, and don't agree to anything casually.

"Please... kill me, both body and soul, please kill me in one breath. You must have this ability."

"Huh? Why are you requesting like this? You should know what you mean to the divine world, right?" Mavis raised a question mark, very surprised by the request of the God of Fog.

Shu Mo next to her was simply stunned!

The power of the God of Mist is the foundation of the civilization of the God Realm, the source of cultivation, and the spiritual pillar. Needless to say, its importance is not exaggerated. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is the "mother" of the God Realm.

If the God of Mist dies, it can be said that all aspects of the God Realm are over.

Then the problem is that it is not who wants to kill Wushen, but she wants to kill herself. This is the most difficult thing for Shu Mo to understand.

Without Shu Mo's reminder, Mavis continued to ask, "Everything has a cause and effect, and life does not create the desire to die out of thin air. God of Fog, what's wrong with you?"

Are you tired of staying in this cold space for a long time? Then your character still needs to be cultivated.

Sodros has been practicing swordplay facing the wall for two thousand years, with only a hundred people accompanying him. As soon as he comes out of seclusion, he wants to attack the fur-collared coat. His will is like a sword, and he has been immortal for thousands of years. He is still alive and healthy now.

And you have the entire divine world to accompany you, tens of millions of people, and mythical beasts to accompany you, how can you still have the desire to die?

The mist god's pure and refined cheeks were covered with a layer of darkness. He was silent for a while, and then slowly said: "In the realm of memories, all my memories are being lost, and the stability of the space is collapsing... Look..."

She pointed to a star text flowing with golden light, which flashed in the sky for a few times and suddenly disappeared.

"It's lost. I don't remember what the information in that string of star scripts is at all. I forgot it. My memory was constructed." (End of Chapter)