Arad's unruly savior

Uh……

Hearing Hazel's muttering, Ai Lixi's little face was obviously dull for a moment.

The cultural environment of the divine world places particular emphasis on noble agreements, ranging from a promise made in words to a magical written contract, among which the master-disciple relationship and the marriage relationship have the highest significance.

"Once a teacher, always a father" is not just empty talk in the world of gods.

A person who is determined to be in a disciple relationship is eligible to receive a portion of the master's estate if the master did not leave a will when the master passed away and the disciple fulfilled his or her obligations during the master's lifetime.

Ai Lixi teased the flying beast Boerxi with her fingers, hesitated for a few seconds, and said, "We have never fulfilled the behavior of apprentices, so the inheritance has nothing to do with us, and I don't think he has any inheritance."

The default rules of the God Realm only apply to the God Realm. They cannot consider Ye Lin’s “overseas” assets. As far as the God Realm is concerned, they have never seen Ye Lin take out any assets.

  Airship?

No.

house?

No.

Precious equipment?

It seems so, but the Seal of Heaven cannot be inherited as an inheritance.

"So he's poor..." Hazel uttered a word, but pulled Alixi to laugh and said jokingly, "I wish Master peace and hope he makes more money, so that I can work less for decades."

  Hazel has been so busy lately that she feels dizzy and wants to start posing~

Ye Lin, who was in the depths of the Mist God's memory, was confused and stood there for a long time without moving. He thought that he had accepted two good disciples.

The genius girl Hazel has always been a little bit sinister, pretending to be stupid, foolish, and slacking off. The income from her two jobs is just enough to cover her daily expenses.

Although Hazel is the recorder of the Star Turtle Library and the manager of the Mist Eye Record Room, and seems to be a very standard literary girl... In fact, this girl has the heart of a science student and has an extraordinary love for mist mechanical technology.

She is the type of person who doesn't like to work overtime or get involved, but unfortunately Yidan has been begging her to work overtime recently.

Ye Lin collected his scattered thoughts and glanced around the environment which was similar to the "Night Skyscraper" in the demon world. There were magnificent and majestic buildings nearby, but it was so desolate and empty that it looked like a dead ghost town.

It is impossible to determine whether the city in the memory of the God of Mist is the main city "Terra", because there is a problem. The twelve artificial gods are not concentrated in one place, and each has his own territory and believers.

According to the bad woman Held, the twelve man-made gods are all the most perfect life forms, possessing the majesty and wisdom of God. Their every move has the power of God, and their powerful vitality makes their bodies radiate brilliant golden light.

However, there are some differences in the "power" of the twelve man-made gods, such as Philber, the goddess of music who controls the melody of all things, "Kahn" who symbolizes strength, and Napol who controls the weather, who is now the god of fog.

The Terrans, who longed to become perfect themselves, developed different beliefs in artificial gods with different "powers". At the end of the Terra planet, twelve territories were gradually divided according to different beliefs, as if they were twelve kingdoms ruled by gods.

The twelve man-made gods maintain a basic peace and balance, but their followers continue to have various frictions and collisions. The blood and fire of war have begun to sprout frighteningly, which is an inevitable result.

For example, in the continent of Arad, many clergymen who believe in light believe that the Dark Temple Knights who believe in death and darkness are a cult that is contrary to the will of our God and should be eliminated.

However, the truth is that the two goddesses have a very good relationship and visiting each other is a common occurrence.

Therefore, the fog god Nabol, who has his own territory and believers, may not have the deepest memory in the main city of Terra.

Ye Lin determined the direction, raised his legs and disappeared on the spot, and appeared in the deeper memory of the God of Mist in the next step. At the same time, a golden light lit up between his eyebrows, and the light illuminated one illusory yet magnificent world after another. The sky flowed with unspeakable words like a river.

  Boom...!

The dim and lightless world of memory was suddenly illuminated by the light from the sky. Beams of blazing light shone from the bodies of the twelve artificial gods. They were so powerful that they made people lose their six senses. The light seemed to have substance, and there was hardly an inch of shadow between heaven and earth.

There were twelve figures whose faces could not be seen with the naked eye. They simply stood in the sky without moving, yet they exuded a majesty that made the souls of all things tremble. It was as if twelve suns had collapsed the sky and towered over the world. They were gods, rulers, and possessed unspeakable majesty and wisdom.

The twelve artificial gods had no difference in appearance when they were first created. Only after they possessed the origin of darkness and ignited the fire of wisdom did their different characteristics appear.

Some are burly with eyes as cold as lightning, some are slender and beautiful, some are as tall as giants and can hold up the sky with their hands, and some are short and thin with cunning faces...

Ye Lin focused his attention on a female artificial god with long flowing hair and beautiful features. Her outstanding figure was covered with a layer of underwear covered with various symbolic symbols, revealing her slender and smooth legs and arms.

It was the man-made god Nabol, the future god of fog in the divine world and the foundation of civilization in the divine world.

Now the main consciousness of her soul has returned to the most ancient level, and her unconscious mind has begun to play the role of her former identity.

The moment Ye Lin appeared, the twelve artificial gods all turned their heads towards him, their blazing eyes transformed into violent substance, and they looked at him with an arrogant and scrutinizing attitude.

Even the Transcendent cannot block the gaze of the twelve man-made gods.

Ye Lin smiled, not caring at all, and said, "It's a pity that you are just shadows of memories and not the real ones after all, so your power is limited."

It is possible that the power of the memory projection can reach the level of the original body, but this situation is rare. One reason is that the original body will not send all the power over just because of some attention or some other reason, and also, the twelve artificial gods have all fallen in some sense.

Among them, a few bodies were left intact, but the origin and wisdom in their bodies also dissipated, and new, independent intelligence was born in time.

"It's stronger than the little beast just now." One of the artificial gods with eyes as bright as lightning and a brilliant golden divine ring on his back spoke. It was he who punched Ergon so hard that he vomited blood, and the three heavenly lotus seeds could not be restored.

Ye Lin suspected that he was Kahn's predecessor, and the only artificial god who had experienced the brutal war of gods and was defeated by Kaloso but had not lost all his wisdom and the origin of darkness.

"I'm here to take her away." Ye Lin pointed at Nabol, the 'God of Mist'.

Nabol slowly turned her head. She had a very beautiful and cold face, but a cold expression, as if she was a goddess high above who was not tainted by the dust of the world. When she saw Ye Lin, her eyes suddenly regained clarity for a moment.

"Okay, I'll go with you." Napol nodded and breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had fallen into the deepest level of memory.

She knew that leaving this memory would not change the problems in the divine world, but her inner instinct urged her to leave here quickly, because He was coming soon.

That horror...

"You can't leave, Napol." Another artificial god with a beard that made people feel cunning at first glance stopped him and said:

"We are already lacking the crucial thirteenth companion. Once you leave, we will completely lose our chance of winning. He will break our physical form and return us to our most ignorant state."

Napol was awake at the moment. Just as she was about to say something, her body suddenly trembled. Several star words appeared and then burned and dissipated. Her memories of the divine world were disappearing quickly, and she suddenly forgot the meaning of leaving here with Ye Lin.

Spirit world?

  what is that?

Nabol's eyes turned into frosty indifference. Wind, rain, light, thunder and lightning... the vision of natural disasters gradually emerged with great momentum and returned to her original position.

Some very strong feeling prompted her to believe that she had to stay and could not leave. This was the fate she had to face.

Seeing Nabol return to his position, Ye Lin quickly figured out the approximate situation. He should be in the period before the Terra God War. The twelve artificial gods sensed that greatness was about to come, so they gathered together to prepare for resistance.

At the same time, he deeply regretted that the thirteenth artificial god had not been born, otherwise he would have had a considerable chance of winning, but now he could only fight reluctantly.

Ye Lin nodded and said, "I have a question. Since you have a premonition of divinity, why don't you run?" (End of this chapter)