Arad's crooked savior

What you know is not everything. Even the method you set up yourself is not necessarily all possibilities.

The power of the Goddess of Death and Darkness is omnipresent and all-encompassing. Wherever the soul belongs, it must be in the realm of my God.

As long as there is the possibility of death, it is in the realm of death.

Even if the origin of the God of Mist is extraordinary and involves the ancient times, it is naturally much worse than the great Goddess of Death and Darkness.

One by one, the magnificent pillars built a glittering palace, sacred and magnificent. The sky was flowing with shining golden star words, turning into virtual stars. Those words were memories and records.

Although Mavis was not as knowledgeable as the curator and was familiar with the words of various ethnic groups, she only needed to see the realm here and basically remembered it.

At a glance, those star-like words were neither powerful secrets nor solemn events, but were just some lighthearted little things, as well as corresponding projection clips.

Whose family is getting married, which divine beast has a good sleep, the weather is good on a certain day...

She remembered that Hazel said that the projection records of any person at any place and any time in the God Realm can be found in the God of Mist.

Mavis retracted her gaze and raised her voice to ask, "God of Mist, are you here?"

This space certainly gives people a sense of grandeur, sacred majesty, and unattainable, but Mavis feels that the various scenes are too monotonous. It's okay for a while, but she can't stay here for a long time anyway.

After a while, the voice that sounded very far away came again, and it seemed closer than before, "This is the world of recalling memories. In the deepest part of my memory, it is me, and it is not me. It depends on how you define the concept of existence."

Sounding a little confusing, Shu Mo was shocked at first and then a big question mark popped up. This palace really belongs to the greatest God of Mist in the God Realm.

And it's so strange, isn't it something that only the dean of the Eye of Mist can do to talk directly with the God of Mist? Mavis can actually do it too.

And what is me... and not me...

But Mavis understood. The God of Mist was talking about whether "existence" is memory or body, which involves some philosophical issues.

Some philosophers have proposed that people have three stages of death. The first step is physiological death, when the flesh and blood body can no longer survive. The second step is social death, when the person's social network begins to break down, and the relationship built by this person will be missing a link of "him", thus collapsing.

The third step is death in the spiritual and cultural sense, when no one remembers the deceased, and no line of words records "his" story. The moment he is forgotten by everyone, he will die completely.

So Mavis understood what the God of Mist meant. Are you asking about my physical body or my memory? This is not her physical body, but the place where her memory is stored.

A light blue light slowly condensed above the sacred and noble palace, and a girl with delicate jade feet and slender legs stepped out from it. Her thick hair was like a corner of the blue sky, her appearance was pure and unworldly, and her skin was glowing with soft and warm light, which was amazing at every glance.

It turned out that the God of Mist was so "juvenile". Mavis was surprised by her true appearance. She looked like a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old.

The belief in the God of Mist was traced in the God Realm nearly two thousand years ago. Her real age is naturally a number that cannot be said.

Of course, after reaching a certain level, the appearance and body can choose not to change. For example, the invincible beautiful girl Naiyali who didn't know where she ran away, looked like a loli, but her real age... hush~

Mavis blinked her cold eyes and felt that the image of the God of Mist was quite fashionable and cute, especially her slender and soft legs stepped on a pair of open-toed dance socks, which wrapped the perfect curve of her legs and revealed ten delicate and beautiful toes.

Even though they are both women, and have never had a foot fetish, Mavis also thinks that the mist god's jade feet are very beautiful.

But Ganzhe must not know this, otherwise he will ask for the mist god's foot washing water every day.

Another point that Mavis cares about is the reflection of the mist god. She walked out from the sky above the palace, as if she was going to turn into the sky of the world of remembrance, but the glittering and crystal ground reflected another image of the mist god.

Long hair, tall, covered with mysterious runes, cold face without any emotion, no breath of life in the body, like a mechanical body coated with a layer of flesh and blood.

"Huh?"

Shu Mo looked at the mist god who was getting closer and closer with curiosity, surprised at the other party's youth and beauty, and wondered why she felt very close to the other party in her heart.

I remember that Qian Haitian's earth realm guardian said that her affinity for the mist almost surpassed all the people in the god realm. Could this be the reason?

Mavis looked at the God of Mist and nodded, "You broke free from Terra's memory?"

"Yes, just now... Wait, you actually know Terra!" The beautiful and pure face of the God of Mist immediately showed emotional fluctuations, and at the same time a golden star text lit up in the world of recalling memories, indicating that everything that happened here and now was being remembered by the God of Mist.

"The sky outside your God Realm, the upside-down demon world in another dimension, is a corner of Terra in the past. Don't you know?"

It's fine that the people in the heavens don't know about the demon world due to their limited technical capabilities. The power of the Mist God is not lower than that of Mal, and it will be even stronger in its prime. Mal has been wandering in the parallel dimension, why is the Mist God like an unmarried little girl?

The Mist God's expression showed an emotion called uneasiness, and his sea-blue eyes were rippling with light. "I know there is a world there, but I don't know that it is a corner of Terra. I have never left the God Realm."

The Mist God looked at Mavis seriously and said, "I have a request. Since you can get here in an unconventional way, it proves that you must have extraordinary abilities, not inferior to my power."

"Tell me." Mavis didn't say yes or no. It was good news for her to talk directly with the Mist God by chance to understand the God Realm.

They just met each other for the first time, and the God Realm attaches great importance to agreements, so you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. Don't agree to anything casually.

"Please...kill me, both my body and soul, please destroy them all in one go, you must have the ability to do so."

"Hmm? Why do you ask like this? You should know your significance to the God Realm." Mavis asked, very surprised by the request of the God of Mist.

Shu Mo beside her was simply stunned!

The power of the God of Mist is the foundation of the civilization of the God Realm, the source of cultivation, and the pillar of the spirit. There is no need to say much about its importance. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is the "mother" of the God Realm.

If the God of Mist dies, it can be said that all aspects of the God Realm are over.

Then the problem is not who wants to kill the God of Mist, but she wants to kill herself, which is the most difficult for Shu Mo to understand.

Without Shu Mo's reminder, Mavis continued to ask, "Everything has cause and effect, and life will not produce the desire to die out of thin air. God of Mist, what's wrong with you."

Are you tired of staying in this cold space for a long time? Then you still need to cultivate your character.

Sodros practiced sword facing the wall for two thousand years, with only a hundred people accompanying him. As soon as he came out of retreat, he wanted to fight against the fur collar coat. His will was like a sword, immortal for a thousand years, and he is still alive and healthy.

And you have the whole world of gods to accompany you, tens of millions of people, and the company of divine beasts, how can you still have the desire to die.

The pure and unworldly face of the fog god was covered with a layer of gloom. After a moment of silence, he slowly said: "Recollection Realm, all my memories are disappearing, and the stability of space is collapsing... Look..."

She pointed to a star text flowing with golden light, which flashed a few times in the sky and suddenly disappeared from the spot.

"It's gone, I don't remember what the information of that string of star text is, I forgot it, my memory is constructed." (End of this chapter)