Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 3516 The Meaning of the Name

The nameless monster turned into the appearance of the fog god, wearing an intricate and gorgeous long dress, with flowing long hair, delicate and refined facial features of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old, and every aspect was almost identical.

The difference is that the overall tone of her clothing presents a dark style, and every silk thread pattern seems to be soaked in ink, as if walking out of the dark abyss, while the Mist God is clear and cool sea blue, fresh and natural.

Ergon didn't bother to talk nonsense with Kelton anymore, and said in a serious tone: "Mahnawa is very strong. He once confronted and fought with me, but I can't see him clearly. Besides, is there such a race in the monster tribe?"

"Never seen it before, it should be a mutant." The navigator shook his head slightly, his heart heavy, and continued to watch the land of disaster projected by the sea.

The Goddess of Mist did not feel any emotion about this. The monster merely imitated her appearance. The nobility of life lies in the soul and the core of memory. Some changes in appearance are not worth mentioning.

The precious memories she possessed were treasures she had treasured all her life. They were brighter than diamonds and could not be replicated by monsters.

Largo's face was covered with magic patterns, and the protruding shark wings on his arms were like blades. He looked at this "colleague" with great interest. He didn't know his name or his specific race.

The five monsters are not always the same five monsters. In the battle of the White Sea in the past, powerful monsters fell, and their blood spilled all over the sea. Their corpses burned in the endless flames, dyeing the sky and the earth red. The death of transcendence often results in the destruction of both body and soul.

Ursula is the backup fallen demon guardian.

"You have never had a name. It's strange. Why do you have no name..." Largo frowned and finally noticed something incongruous. In the nearly two thousand years, he himself seemed to have never been curious about who the other person was.

A deep chill suddenly rushed up from his back. Largo subconsciously gritted his teeth and stared deeply at his "colleague". Demonic aura flowed in his pupils, reflecting the "God of Fog".

He recalled what the Demon King had just said, and his current appearance as the "God of Fog"... Because He has no name, He is not anyone, so, He can be anyone.

Could it be that... a thought suddenly flashed through his mind... that He could replace anyone's existence? !

However, what’s the use of just being similar in appearance? Those who transcend at the same level can see the flaws at a glance.

"The state of having no name. Do you think that there is someone in our divine world who is in a similar state?" Ye Lin looked at the God of Mist who had landed on the bow of the motorboat, and his eyes moved downward. She was not wearing shoes today either.

The Goddess of Mist was wearing a pair of open-toed stockings, outlining her well-proportioned, slender legs and her ten lovely, crystal clear toes.

If Kelton and Ergon hadn't been there, Ye Lin thought his mouth could hold ten delicate and lovely toes, and he would lick each toe until they were wrinkled as if they were soaked in water.

Sensing Ye Lin's gaze keenly, the Mist Goddess smiled gently, with the innocence of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, like a flower bud about to bloom.

"The name of the God of Fog is Nabol. I vaguely remember it, so it should be correct." Kelton kept his head down looking at the land of disaster, touched his chin, and tried to analyze the hidden meaning from Ye Lin's words.

"Fortunately, you don't have Alzheimer's." Ergon said habitually, and at the same time glanced at the sky inconspicuously.

Mar...

"That's not true."

Ye Lin looked at the silent girl, the Mist God, and said with a smile, "Nabol was her name when she was created as a god. The Mist God rejects this memory and the name Nabol."

In addition to the name "Napol" which is not recognized by the God of Mist, the God of Mist does not seem to have his own name. The God of God is widely called "the God of Memory and Mist", which is a kind of honorific title formed according to the performance of the God of Mist's abilities. "On the three continents of the God Realm, only the Master of the Eye of Mist and the Hermit, as well as a very small number of predestined people, can see the true appearance of the God of Mist."

Ye Lin did not keep the suspense intentionally and gave his own guess... No one knows the name of the Goddess of Mist. "The Goddess of Memory and Mist" is just her nickname. No one knows the image of the Goddess of Mist. She is known in an anonymous way, with vague directions. This may be one of the reasons for the collapse of the World of Recollection.

What is a name? It is not just a person's name. It also refers to the sun, the moon, the ocean, the rose, the diamond, the flame, and people... When civilized writing was first born, it was a series of names that defined all things in the world, including this vast universe.

The meaning of having a name is more than just a code name.

"The ancient primordial gods, the great will, all have a name to define themselves."

Ye Lin pointed his finger, and the wind and waves surged. Kelton's misty ship swayed violently with the waves. Then the sound of rattling iron chains was heard. The huge metal anchor smashed into the sea, raising waves. The chain was dragged and stretched to fix the hull.

"A name is the anchor that holds our existence in place."

“The third stage of death also means that no one in the world knows you anymore, remembers you, or even forgets your name.”

Ye Lin looked at the mist god who was standing at the bow, looking thoughtful, and said, "You need a name. It can be Napol or a new name. This will help you form a perfect self."

"I don't like the name Napol." Wu Shen slowly shook his head, paused for a few seconds, and said:

"From the moment I was born, I have no memories and know nothing."

"In the divine world, I was awakened by some strong power and emotion. I opened my eyes and heard... I was called the God of Mist."

"In the ancient Terra era, the power I controlled was not just fog, but all weather conditions."

The God of Mist pointed his finger toward the sky, and in an instant the sky changed. Dark clouds covered the city, blocking the sun's rays. Rumbling lightning flashed in the oppressive clouds, and it seemed that a blizzard, hail, and thunderstorm would fall in the next moment.

The divine world's honorific description of the God of Fog is not accurate enough.

"Just call her Xiao Wu, that sounds so nice." Feng Ying suggested enthusiastically. She was also very interested in giving names to others and was very friendly.

When the hermits in the God Realm heard the name "Xiao Wu", they all touched their foreheads at the same time. This name sounded very intimate, but she was the God of Mist in the God Realm, the flame of civilization, the root of everything, so there seemed to be a lack of respect for her.

"Xiao Wu, not bad either."

“Does it have to include the word ‘fog’…” Ye Lin complained.

Just as Feng Ying was trying to give the God of Mist a name, new changes occurred in the land of disaster. The monster that transformed into the God of Mist stretched out its body, and black silk threads of varying thickness appeared around it, densely packed like unfinished cloth, and the threads spread towards the unknown darkness.

The Goddess of Mist suddenly frowned. The hem of her intricately layered long skirt was stained with a dark color, and there was a stain that seemed to dye her entire body into ink.

There is no name for the monster in the land of disaster, but her skirt is covered with a light blue color.

(End of this chapter)