Arad's crooked savior

Ye Lin scanned the world with his spiritual consciousness as soon as he arrived at the Realm of Reminiscence. He was a level higher than Napole, and the spread of his spiritual power did not have a negative impact on her, but he did not find Shu Mo either. Where.

This is not normal, Shu Mo seems to have completely disappeared.

Ergon once said that Shu Mo seemed to hear some call, and immediately he seemed to have lost his mind, wandering into the depths of his memory.

Grayson tried to stop him, but failed. Shu Mo disappeared in the blink of an eye.

While following the traces of Shu Mo, Ergon was looking for the true form of the Mist God, and was seriously injured by a punch from the artificial god suspected of being Kahn.

Now that all eleven artificial gods have been killed, Shu Mo still hasn't appeared.

"Shu Mo? I don't know him, but...it sounds familiar." Napole frowned slightly, touched by this cute name, but there was no image of Shu Mo in his memory.

Also because she heard Shu Mo's name, she ignored the other half of Ye Lin's question... Do you know you are dreaming?

The golden afterglow after the death of the eleven man-made gods still remains in the boundless void, and the pieces look like they were cut apart at dusk.

The collapsed divine kingdom of Klimt has been reduced to ruins, and almost all residents are dead. There are no more pious worship sounds, only a few heart-rending wails occasionally heard.

The man-made gods they believed in did not lead them to a more glorious future.

Napol's beautiful face turned to these places, but there was no trace of sympathy or pity. Instead, it was just calm, as calm as the stagnant water in a deep well. It was the disregard of high-ranking people for humble lives.

Her current performance helped Ye Lin verify some details of the God War. After the birth of the twelve artificial gods, they possessed the power of God, the wisdom of God, and the majesty of God. To a certain extent, they led the people of Terra to a more glorious future. The future, however, lacks a gentle and compassionate personality.

They have been put on the altar since their birth, but they do not have rich humanity.

Now, even for the death of his fellow artificial gods, Napole has no feelings at all, and at most he has some incomprehension.

Ye Lin looked at the expressionless Napol with a smile and repeated his question, "Do you know that the world we are in now is a dream?"

"Whose dream?" Napol asked.

Artificial gods do not dream and do not need to rest. They symbolize perfect life forms from the beginning of creation and can always exist with strong blood and spirit.

Sleep, aging, disease, fear...the flaws that have existed since the birth of life are all meaningless to artificial gods.

"Your dream, you are in a dream, you forget reality."

"My...dream?"

Napol didn't even blink his eyes, paused for a few seconds, and replied calmly: "We don't dream. The world in dreams is uncontrollable, and we will perfectly control everything about ourselves."

"Then where do you think I come from?" Ye Lin smiled, then pointed to the alien sky filled with illusory golden light, and said: "The method to verify the dream is very simple. Try flying outside to see if you can pass through Terra's limit."

"I once thought you were... Him." Napole's beautiful eyes stared deeply at Ye Lin, and a slight solemnity appeared on his beautiful, expressionless face.

Even if the artificial god does not have a lot of personal wisdom, he can still understand how terrifying the power of killing eleven gods in less than a minute is.

I wonder who else in this universe can do this easily? !

After the twelve artificial gods unite, they generally believe that they have a 10 to 20% chance of overturning the great will, killing the light side, and completely dividing and obtaining their own embodiment.

Now Napole has doubts about this "confidence."

Ye Lin raised his eyebrows, "So...?"

"So I'm waiting for you to destroy me and swallow up my embodiment and wisdom."

Ye Lin was silent for a few seconds, and then he scanned her sexy and charming body without concealment. Her red lips, full chest, round hips, and slender legs had become entangled in his eyes. belt.

The artificial gods of this time had evolved on their own, acquired gender characteristics, and were lifelike in all aspects.

"You are my wife, and I am here to save you."

"I don't remember you either." Napole still had no expression.

"So I said you have lost your memory. This is your deepest dream."

Napol didn't answer, got up and left the destroyed Krimite, turning into a brilliant golden beam and leaving Terra.

The method to verify whether it is a dream is very simple. Artificial gods cannot dream. They only need to travel far into the stars and universe.

If it were a dream, she would suddenly break into a world composed of chaos, distortion, disorder and other attributes after being far away from the planet Terra. These are the characteristics of dreams.

Napole has never left Terra, and she cannot embody the world outside Terra, which is an unknown realm.

On the contrary, if this was the real world, she would see normal planets one after another, and she would feel the normal basic order wherever she went.

boom!

Not long after Napol flew into the starry sky, the entire Terra star flashed a few times and disappeared directly in the universe, leaving no debris in place, as if it had never appeared.

Napol stopped his shuttle, fell silent, and looked around the surrounding environment.

The sky shines brightly, reflecting the sparkling sea with brilliant light, the majestic mountains are covered with fresh green, and the vast land is filled with light mist.

Buildings with various colors and creativity rose from the ground, which could be regarded as works of art. In the distance, the floating islands in the sky dropped billions of natural mists, and the world in front of her eyes was indescribably beautiful.

The environment was beautiful, but it was very abnormal.

She had no memory of passing through the atmosphere of a certain planet, and suddenly a world different from Terra and Krimite was reflected.

"Why do I see this world, and what is my relationship with this place?" Napol almost whispered, and confusion appeared in his eyes that never blinked. He raised his hand and slowly pressed the fullness of his chest.

The heart hidden below beat a few points faster.

Napol's confused look disappeared, and he immediately looked down at the God Realm with a cold look, as if he had nothing to do with this place.

She subconsciously raised her hand, and the sky instantly intertwined with thunderstorms and strong winds, covering a prosperous human city below. Countless people suddenly wailed in fear, struggled and fled.

"Because you belong here." Ye Lin appeared beside her. The thunderstorm stopped abruptly where his eyes swept, and the sun's rays warmed up again.

He extended his hand to Napol, who hesitated for a while, then slowly held his hand. The next second, the two appeared on Qingyan Street in the dream.

"Don't you remember that we once walked hand in hand here and dated in the coffee shop on the street." Ye Lin pushed open the door and walked into the elegantly decorated coffee shop.

The shop owner looked up and smiled in a familiar tone:

"Are you two the same as always? One cup of black tea and one cup of coffee?"

Ye Lin nodded and replied: "The same as always."

After drinking the coffee, the next time he took a step, he pulled Napol to the misty plateau of the White Sea, and the divine beast Yao Mumu flew around and swam around, making intimate sounds.

"We once watched the sunrise and sunset together here..."

Ye Lin and the God of Mist sat here for a while, watching the sunset sink into the sea.

The third step was to the Star Turtle Library of Qianhaitian, where trees grew thickly, floating islands hung high, and below was the vast and endless sea.

"We met here, got to know each other, got married, received everyone's blessings, and then had a lovely daughter, Shu Mo."

When Ganzhe fabricated this memory, he touched his thick skin and felt guilty for deceiving the amnesiac girl.

But there is a problem. Napol in front of him has a mature figure and long hair covering his eyes, as if she is a housewife who has been staying at home for a long time.

She will look like the fog god "Wu" in the future, a beautiful girl with youthful spirit and a pair of slender jade feet.

"It's all to recall the memory of the fog god. As soon as she wakes up, she will know that I made it up. I am kind now, um..."

Ye Lin continued to talk nonsense about the illusory memory. The key to building a husband-wife relationship is actually to bring out Shu Mo. He was not sure where the disappeared Shu Mo was, but now he can give a definite answer.

Shu Mo is deep in Napol's memory. Unlike the current memory world, the artificial god Napol "seals" Shu Mo with the last remaining reason to protect her from being affected by the war of gods.

At the same time, Shumo's memory and the God of Mist had a deep sharing, so when Napol flew to the starry sky and left Terra, he did not break into the distortion, but entered the unconscious but objective memory, projecting the divine world of Shumo's memory.

Napol once again had a subtle reaction to the name "Shumo", and some uncontrollable impulse seemed to surge out of his mind.

She was about to return to the divine world.

Rumble...

The Star Turtle Library, Qianhaitian, and the entire divine world suddenly cracked in a huge roar, and endless darkness emerged from the cracks, like a hungry beast's mouth, turning into an abyss that swallowed the peaceful and beautiful divine world.

The surface divine world was dragged away and the memory hidden behind the divine world... was Terra!

Ye Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, and he returned to Krimit, one of the divine kingdoms of ancient Terra.

The twelve artificial gods exuded immortal light, standing proudly in the sky, and looked at the abrupt Ye Lin.

In the depths of the deep and illusory starry sky, a magnificent light suddenly emerged...