Arad's unruly savior

Ennon's body trembled slightly as he spoke passionately about the perfect God in his mind.

It should possess infinite brilliant brilliance and unparalleled power.

Every word and action should be filled with God's glory, God's majesty, and God's wisdom; they should be otherworldly and possess an unapproachable sense of sacredness.

However, the true appearance of the God of Mist is just a little girl of seventeen or eighteen years old. She speaks in a warm and gentle voice and is polite to others. There is no majesty or holiness in her.

She is not God!

She's just a girl with great power.

  Enong's trembling body seemed unable to suppress his inner emotions, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"She is not a unique god. She is not special at all. As long as one has the corresponding power, anyone can sit in the position of the God of Mist!"

During his time as the Warden of the Eye of Mist, every time he listened to the oracle of the God of Mist, he could not help but imagine that there was a little girl pretending to be mature, showing off her intelligence and enjoying the faith of the gods.

Because of this, his spirit was tortured all day long and he was unable to let go, so much so that he became the "shortest-lived" dean in the history of the Eye of the Mist and faked his death to escape the gaze of the God of Mist.

Ergon looked at his old friend, whose anger was completely evident, and heard his accelerated heartbeat. He waited until he had vented his anger before he slowly said:

"Who...are you?"

"what?"

Ennon's expression was full of astonishment. He turned his head blankly to look at the young hermit Ergon. He and the other party were half friends. They had a lot of friendship in the past, and he also knew that Ergon had a very kind personality.

It was because of Ergon and the original Harmony that the third glorious golden age of the gods, the Age of Harmony, was created. Ergon was also honored by the world as the Hermit of Harmony.

In other words, everyone in the gods' world knew that Ergon had a good temper.

Now a swear word of accusation actually came out of his mouth, which made Ennong, who was quite familiar with the hermit, stunned. He wondered if he was hallucinating because of his old age.

He subconsciously let out a puzzled "ah". Ergon had never cursed at anyone before.

"I say, who do you think you are, Ennon! Do you still feel that you are wronged and that you are not worthy of being the God of Mist?" Ergon's robe and fur were dancing in the wind, and the Five Elements Staff fell to the ground, with a powerful magical power surging.

His condition indeed had not recovered completely, but facing Enong who had secretly broken through to the Origin level, he still had a 100% chance of winning.

This time he heard it clearly. Ennong's face darkened, he snorted coldly, and took out the golden pocket watch from his arms.

After opening it, there are no common clock hands inside, but many complicated lines and strange symbols.

His normal lifespan is only two or three years, but that doesn't mean he has no way to prolong his life, nor does it mean he is willing to wait for death.

"This is the first time I hear you swear." Ennong said lightly, and slowly poured himself another glass of red wine.

After so many years of pretending to be dead and hiding, he has developed excellent self-cultivation. The most standard demeanor of a gentleman is elegance and steadiness, except that he occasionally loses his composure when facing the God of Mist.

Ergon took a step forward, and the shadow of a giant fox appeared in the distance, saying coldly:

"The fog of the fog god nourishes all things, making the divine world full of the spirit of heaven and earth, and the elegance of outstanding people."

"The God of Mist selflessly gave away his power. Kelton thus opened up the golden age of mist machinery, benefiting countless humans who did not have an affinity for magic. The gods never knew what an energy crisis was."

"Every oracle of the Goddess of Mist teaches us to be kind, to be true, to respect nature and harmony. She is part of the culture of the divine world."

Ergon asked in an extremely oppressive manner and tone:

“Whoever can do this for the God Realm, even if it is just a bug or a dog, I am willing to respectfully call it… God!”

"And you, Ennon, the third dean who faked his death and escaped, have so many people who believe in you and respect you, but you have failed them all. Now you have even joined Vanitas, so what qualifications do you have to doubt the Mist God and accuse him?"

"Are you worthy?" Frankly speaking, Ergon really understood Ennon's grief and indignation, but simple understanding is understanding, and objective facts will not change due to personal emotions.

  These are not the reasons why Ennon joined Vanitas!

Being scolded and abused one after another, the gentleman's restraint also showed a trace of anger, and Enong retorted coldly:

"I told you, anyone can sit in that position. She was just lucky enough to have merged with the Yang energy of our God Realm."

"Who do you think can sit there? Crazy Lopez, Mal wandering in the starry sky, the demon king, you, or someone else? Who can do better than the current God of Mist?"

Using hypothetical language to infer things that have already happened is called "hindsight", a classic way of saying "I could do it too", but there is no real truth to it.

Moreover, the fog in the divine world is not just yang energy, it also contains the power of the fog god itself from Terra. The fusion and sublimation of the two have become the fog that now benefits all living beings.

The God of Mist is special.

Ergon and Ennon had strong and irreconcilable differences over the concept of "God", which eventually turned into a battle.

Ennon's old fingers pressed hard on the pocket watch, and immediately a familiar and shocking force was like a flood that broke through the dam, forcing the hermit Ergon back and creating irregular and twisted cracks in the barrier he had set up. A lot of energy leaked out, destroying the houses, and the people in the town screamed in fear and ran away.

Out of tune!

The golden pocket watch seemed to contain a part of Lopez's abilities and possessed the attribute of memory. It was now released by Ennon, achieving the effect of a surprise attack. Ergon had to temporarily resist the disordered attack with all his strength.

Ennon then crushed his peach wood cane, turning it into tiny points of light. A teleportation magic circle took shape at an incredible speed, connecting to an unknown destination.

"I'm disappointed. I thought you would understand me." Ennon sighed to the hermit. The reason why he didn't use the pocket watch and cane as soon as Ergon appeared was that he had a heartfelt feeling of wanting to be recognized.

He desperately hoped that there would be someone who could recognize his views on the God of Mist, and that this person must have status, position, and extraordinary insights in the world of gods, and it would be best if he was an old friend of his, so he explained his feelings to Ergon.

People who act in an extreme way will increasingly desire recognition from others.

At the moment when the teleportation array was formed, with Ennon's sneer and smile on his face, the thick ground suddenly cracked, and a pangolin-like beast emerged from it. It smashed the magic array with its hard claws and knocked Ennon out.

If it weren't for the continuous magical light emerging from the surface of Ennon's body, the claws of the gold-eating beast would have cut him open.

"Gold-eating beast!"

Ennong's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, knowing that it was difficult for him to escape. However, his instinct for survival still made him burst out with all his strength, blood and power, turning into a ray of light and rushing away from Chongquan Continent.

Rumble…

A finger made of mist fell from the sky, with strong winds, thunder and lightning, and infinite power. It directly pressed down the fleeing Ennon and smashed him into the depths of the earth.

The God of Mist appeared in Chongquan with an expressionless and indifferent attitude.

Enong climbed out of the deep pit, covered in dust and with many broken bones. Looking at the God of Mist standing in the sky, he couldn't help but widen his eyes with disbelief on his face.

She possessed an indescribable noble temperament, as if she was towering above all things. The sun shone on her pearly white dress, giving her a layer of sacred golden glow, and she willingly became a foil.

She just stood there, and she overwhelmed the beauty and splendor of the whole world.

Is she the unconscious mist god?

Ennon trembled, he had never seen such a fog god before. The fog god now was the real god, with perfection that could not be looked directly at, majesty that could not be desecrated, and wisdom that could not be understood.

"Great God, this is what you should look like." Ennon shouted, and the sound seemed to be heart-wrenching, as if the bitter past had finally paid off.

Ergon, who followed closely, had a slightly strange look on his face. He wondered if Ennon was a mean person. He didn't like gentle gods, but he admired cold gods instead.

(End of this chapter)