Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 3453 Just a Little Girl

Enong sat on a bench at the end of the street, the sun shining on his old face, his voice low and full of memories:

"When I officially took on the role of the Director of the Eye of Mist, I was thirty years old, just a few days shy of my birthday. I was in my prime, my physical condition was at its peak, and I had an infinite passion in my heart, even more intense than a volcanic eruption..."

Now time has taken away the youthful power of life. Ennong's face is now covered with old man's wrinkles and dark spots, and his neatly groomed hair and short beard have become white and dull.

He had a gold pocket watch, a mahogany cane in his hand, gold-rimmed glasses with a decorative chain on his nose, and a meticulous gentleman's suit. Everyone who saw him would admire from the bottom of their hearts that true elegance is engraved in the bones and will not fade with age.

However, aging is ultimately the most poisonous drug in the world. No matter how expensive and elegant the accessories are, they cannot be as dazzling as the smooth skin of young people.

The town where Ennong lives is not productive, and the scenery is not beautiful. There are mountains but they are not tall, and there is water but it is not vast. It is just an ordinary border town with a rainy climate. The only thing worth mentioning is that the Tu people who settled here are very hospitable.

So when the Hermit Ergon appeared here in an undisguised manner, he brought two key messages to Ennon.

I have come here just for you. I already know what happened to Vanitas.

I know you are here and you are still alive. Since I did not deliberately conceal my whereabouts when I came here, I have already made all the necessary arrangements to capture you and I am not afraid that you will abandon your place and escape.

Ennon learned from Vanitas' internal channels that Ergon was seriously injured and his strength was only a few percent of what it used to be. So after weighing various considerations, he chose to take a risk and set a trap to kill the hermit.

Unfortunately, it failed.

"I still remember the first time I was preparing to go to the Misty Plateau to meet the God of Fog, my heart almost jumped out of my chest." Ennon had a blank expression on his face. He raised his hand and placed it on his slowly beating heart through his ribs and skin.

"In order to meet the gods, I stopped eating meat for half a month in advance, bathed and changed my clothes, practiced abstinence to nourish my heart, bought the best gentleman's suit, and I also memorized the Holy Book of the Eye of Mist by heart."

"However……"

Before Ennong finished speaking, a terrifying hideous look suddenly emerged on his old face, and a cold sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. The resentful look strongly destroyed his elegant temperament. At this moment, he seemed to be possessed by the evil spirit of hell.

  He continued in a bitter voice:

"However, the God of Mist, He is just a little girl who looks about 17 or 18 years old!"

"I have imagined countless images of Him in my mind. He must be glorious, illustrious, sacred, grand, and brilliant... I dedicated all the words that describe beauty and nobility to her, but she is just a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old."

"A girl like this is the god of our God Realm? God? Do you understand the intense shock and disappointment I felt at that moment?"

Ergon narrowed his eyes slightly and said nothing, waiting for Ennon to continue venting his emotions and explaining his "hardships".

He had sealed off the town with a barrier, so Ennon couldn't escape.

In order to ensure that everything goes well, Ergon also secretly invites the divine beast of the Five Elements, the gold-eating beast that sleeps deep underground. It is on the edge of the transcendent realm and could have tried to break through the transcendent realm a long time ago, but had never tried because it was too lazy.

The reward is some precious metals from outside.

Enong stared into the distance and said, "I communicated with the Goddess of Mist. I expressed my respectful greetings to her and explained everything about the God Realm to her. I could clearly feel that she was very interested in my topic and she often responded to me. We had a very pleasant conversation."

"This also made me feel more and more that she was a gentle, kind, and lucky girl who possessed great power." "I couldn't accept the fact that she was the Goddess of Mist, but I couldn't deny that the mist was caused by her and all things in the God Realm prospered because of her. I was mentally tortured because of this and died at the age of only 100."

The legendary realm is the first realm to break the boundaries of life. Although humans in this realm still cannot compare with the long-lived races who are born with long lives and can live for thousands of years, they will definitely not run out of lifespan in just a hundred years.

Ergon frowned, and finally said in a teaching tone: "A truly strong person is never bound by a body. What makes a person strong is always strength, not appearance. Does it matter what the God of Mist looks like?"

If Ennon knew that a girl who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old was breaking through to become a Transcendent, would he go crazy on the spot?

  "It's very important, very important to me." Ennong supported himself with a mahogany cane, stood up suddenly, and his cloudy eyes flashed with a cold light:

"You are not a believer in the God of Mist, so you naturally don't care. But I am a believer in the God of Mist, and I am a devout believer!"

The rapid talking made Ennong's breathing disordered and his heartbeat quickened. It took a long time for him to calm down. He took out a wine bottle with no outer packaging, only a layer of glass bottle. The space inside was filled with nine-tenths of red liquid.

"Would you like to try the red wine made from grapes grown in my own home?"

  Without waiting for Ergon to answer, he got two cups, filled them up, and drank one of them slowly:

"Even if you didn't come to find me, I would have only two or three more years to live. My lifespan has been completely exhausted, just like the last few drops of wax on a burning candle. I just can't accept that I didn't get to see the truly great God."

"Don't talk to me about the God of Mist!" Enong's voice suddenly rose a lot, and he said bitterly: "She is just a false god with only power. She has neither the majesty nor the wisdom of God. Apart from power, she is completely useless."

At this moment, an answer slowly emerged in Ergon's mind.

He had chatted with Yue Na and learned that the most prosperous religion with the most believers in the continent of Arad was the Cult of Priests led by the Goddess of Life and Light. The Cult could be divided into different distinctive professions such as Paladins, Blue Fist Envoys, and Heretic Inquisitors.

Of course, the point is not this, but what Gu Yuena said, the scale of the clergy order is very large, with a first-level cathedral, the Remidia Cathedral.

The five second-tier cathedrals are Remidia Bell Tower, Remidia Golden Cathedral, Remidia Branch Cathedral, Eye of Remidia, and Temple of the Four Gods. Among them, Temple of the Four Gods is the base camp of Xuzu Exorcist, and Eye of Remidia is in the demon world.

There are more than ten of the third tier, nearly a hundred of the fourth tier, and countless of the fifth tier.

  Under this premise, the various churches of the clergy, large and small, still do not have a unified, standard, and specific sculpture of the image of God!

Some churches worship female stone angels with wings, some churches worship men tied to a cross, and some churches simply worship a cross.

Only the holy book of the sect is unified throughout the world, and every page that is opened proclaims the glory of God.

Yue Na said, "Everyone has a god in their heart. They have different images and are full of strong individualism, but this also leaves room for believers' imagination in the "image of God."

"If God descends in his own image, then the fantasy will be shattered. Some believers will definitely be dissatisfied with God's image, which will lead to a series of problems that even God cannot solve."

So Ergon understood that there was too big a gap between the god in Ennon's imagination and the real image of the god of fog, which led to his inability to accept it and his temperament changed drastically.

The mist goddess's form is not glorious or brilliant, and her words do not have the majesty or wisdom of God.

She seemed too ordinary, a god who needed the Realm of Remembrance to maintain her existence, and was no match for Ennon's imaginative heart.

Enong took out a handkerchief, wiped the corners of his mouth, and sneered: "The God we believe in is just a little girl with empty power. Can you understand my disappointment at that moment?"