Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 3455 "A voice coming from nowhere"

The third dean, Ennong, stood up tremblingly. The lenses of his glasses on his nose were covered with cracks, and his neat and straight gentleman's suit was torn in many places, revealing bright red bloodstains.

The attack from the God of Mist just now pushed his already limited life force to an even worse state, extinguishing more than half of it.

  Enong's voice was full of enthusiasm, and his aged face seemed to be radiating in the last moments of life, overflowing with indescribable excitement, and he shouted:

"This is God. This is the majesty and momentum that a true god should have. Lopez didn't lie to me. This is what God should be like."

Ergon, who followed closely, first glanced at the fog god in the sky and the navigator with an awkward smile behind her, then shifted his attention to the fanatical Ennon, and then unraveled the mystery in his mind and came up with a very high possibility.

Lopez found the third dean, who had never been able to accept the image of the God of Mist, and told him that as long as the Realm of Recollection was completely destroyed, the God of Mist would be able to get rid of those mundane wisdom and truly possess the majesty, power, and wisdom of God.

Become what you want to see.

The Realm of Recollection was created by the great magician Mar. It is a "storage disk" for the God of Mist to store his memories, collecting everything that has happened and is happening on the three continents of the God Realm.

In essence, it is the memory created by "mortals" for the God of Mist, that is, the wisdom of mortals, as can be seen from the sentence in the holy book of the Eye of Mist, "What we see is what God sees."

When the Realm of Remembrance completely collapses, the Goddess of Mist will reveal her true nature, a god full of majesty and power, and perhaps even special wisdom.

Therefore, Ennon helped Lopez carry out a series of conspiracies against the divine world, striving to collapse the world of recollection of the fog god.

As for whether the God of Mist would reveal his true form or be hunted by Lopez or a monster to take away his essential power, Ennon didn't care.

Either the God of Mist reveals his true form and returns to greatness, or someone else takes that position. Anyway, it won't be a little girl's turn.

  Ennon raised his hands high, his face abnormally red, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"You should be like this, noble, indifferent, as if you are above the nine heavens, looking upon all things as ants, not a girl of seventeen or eighteen. You should be frugal with your words, instead of talking to me at length. God is supposed to be above all things."

  puff~

Ennong spat out a mouthful of blood, staining his white beard and dark gentleman's suit. The power of the Mist God's finger was a fatal attack to him at the Origin level, especially for him whose blood and qi were aged to the point of near death.

The clear eyes quickly dimmed, and the time for the last burst of light had come to an end. Enong, who had lost his mahogany cane, could no longer support his body. He knelt on the ground, his mouth full of blood foam, but his face was filled with the fanaticism of faith:

"God! I see your majesty."

Then, he closed his eyes in satisfaction, without any sign of life.

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The navigator looked at the fog god flying away and shrugged helplessly at Ergon.

I have been guarding the Misty Plateau to protect the Goddess of Fog and prevent any more accidents from happening. However, the Goddess of Fog must have gotten tired of playing with her phone and ran out by herself.

Except for being close to Ye Lin and Shu Mo, Wu Shen was cold towards everyone else and was very wary of them. I wanted to go over to her and give her some advice, but I couldn't say a word.

The navigator wanted to complain, are Ye Lin and Shu Mo your father and mother, or son and daughter.

Somewhere in the sky at the edge of Chongquan, Shu Mo, wearing white silk and a blue skirt with a white background, sat on the shell of the star tortoise Wumu and asked in confusion:

"Sir Ye Lin, the third Dean Ennong became obsessed because the usual image of Lord Mist God did not match his fantasy?"

Shu Mo had seen the God of Mist in her usual form. She was a beautiful girl who looked only two or three years older than Hazel. She had hair that looked like it was cut from the deep blue sky, and a pair of eyes that were as warm as the most precious aquamarine.

Although it lacks a bit of majesty and momentum, shouldn't "approachable" be a positive word? Does it have to be so high and mighty?

Shu Mo has read some stories written by the writer Qingyan, in which words such as approachable, gentle and humble are often used to describe people as having advantages.

"Yes, that's right." Ye Lin nodded, and then told Shu Mo the story of the Clergy, and also used his mother-in-law Nimer as an example. I still remember when I met my mother-in-law Nimer before, one of her characteristics was that she was glowing, glowing, shining, so bright that it hurt people's eyes and they couldn't see her true appearance hidden under her light.

"Each of us has a different definition of perfection and our own fantasies. The more twisted and crazy Ennong is, the more devout and sincere his belief in the God of Mist was."

"To use a saying from my hometown, there are a thousand readers and a thousand different feelings after reading this book. Ennong is a sinner, and this is also a tragedy of faith that cannot be explained or explained."

"Even the greatest and most sacred God of Life and Light in our Arad continent, the bishops of all generations have used angels, crosses, and various patterns to represent Him, because believers have their own imaginations about His image."

The most beautiful concept of the goddess of beauty Venus is also similar to the perfection of God, so the appearance of Venus is different in the eyes of different people.

For example, for the super narcissistic Lorian, looking at Venus is like looking in the mirror.

Shu Mo nodded, not quite understanding, as if she understood something, and said, "In other words, the goddess of life and light you mentioned also has a specific image, but has never appeared in front of the believers?"

After Shu Mo made some associations, she came up with this guess.

"Yes, only the most devout believers have the opportunity to receive her gaze."

"Have you seen Him?"

"Yes, but I can't describe her to you because any beautiful words pale in comparison to her."

"Heh, you're so lazy. You used all the compliments you had to praise Naiyali, right?"...A voice came from somewhere.

Ye Lin watched as Ergon on the ground collected the few remaining belongings of Ennon, a broken pocket watch, shattered glasses, a handkerchief in his coat pocket, and a gold ring.

Ennon is completely dead and will not fake his death and come back to life.

He saw Ergon standing beside the corpse in silence for a long time before he used magic to fill the pit, restored all traces on the surface, and buried Ennon's body.

Of all the relics, Ergon only had a golden pocket watch left, which symbolized Ennon's gentleman status.

The third Dianshi had long been "buried" in the White Sea. When he died, the whole city was in mourning, and thousands of people, filled with grief, sent him on his final journey. Ennon, who was buried here now, was just a member of Vanitas.

Enong did make some contribution to the Eye of Mist and the divine world.

Ergon had no idea of ​​sealing Ennon's body and then taking it out to publicly "whip the corpse" in the newspaper. Perhaps he felt it was unnecessary, or perhaps he just remembered their old friendship.

As long as Ennon was confirmed dead, and fortunately died under the gaze of the fog god whom he most admired, it would be enough.

Ergon then goes to deal with the disruption in the town caused by the unbalanced power.

  Shu Mo sat on the shell of the star tortoise Wumu. Her mood became more lively. She changed from duck sitting to cross-legged sitting, tucked her padded skirt under her buttocks, and asked curiously:

"Sir Ye Lin, where are we going next? Are we going to kill monsters?"

Ye Lin sometimes wanted to replace Wu Mu's tortoise shell with his face, and then buried his head in Shu Mo's little butt and sucked hard, and nodded: "Yes, and no, let's go to the price of civilization first, a place called the land without gold."

He brought Shu Mo to the nearly deserted continent of Chongquan. Due to the soil pollution at the time, weeds were quite rare here. Occasionally there were a few weeds, but they were all malnourished and weak.

All that remains here are deep and huge mines, irregular hard rocks of various sizes, long-abandoned fog machines, mechanical garbage, and so on.

Severe mining pollution has made this place extremely desolate, with no plants and no human habitation. It has also slowly changed the climate, with less and less rain and a tendency towards desertification.

Ye Lin took out a few branches of the sacred tree Wuxuan and prepared to bury them deep in the earth.