Arad's crooked savior

Ennon was sitting on a bench at the end of the street, with the sun shining on his old face, and his voice was low and full of memories:

"When I officially became the Director of the Eye of Mist, I was thirty years old, a few days shy of my birthday. I was in my prime, my physical condition was at its peak, and I had infinite enthusiasm in my heart, which was more intense than a volcano erupting..."

Now time has taken away the power of life and youth, and now Ennong's face has ravine-like old age wrinkles and dark marks, and his neatly taken care of hair and short beard have become white and dull.

He has a golden pocket watch, a mahogany cane in his hand, gold-rimmed glasses decorated with a mirror chain on the bridge of his nose, and a set of meticulous gentleman's attire, which makes everyone who sees him give a heartfelt praise. Elegance is engraved in the bones and does not fade with age.

However, aging is the most poisonous medicine in the world. No matter how expensive and elegant accessories are, they cannot be as dazzling as the smooth skin of young people.

The town where Ennong is located is not rich in products, the scenery is not beautiful, there are mountains but not towering, and water is not vast. It is an ordinary border town with a rainy climate. The only praiseworthy thing is the Tu people who have settled here. Hospitality is very warm.

So when Elgon the Hermit appeared here in an undisguised manner, it brought two key messages to Ennon.

I am here specifically for you, and I already know about Vanitas.

I know you are here, I know you are still alive. Since I did not cover up my tracks when I came, I have already made every plan to capture you, and I am not afraid of you abandoning the place and running away.

Ennon learned from Vanitas' internal channels that Ergon was seriously injured and his strength was only a few percent of what it was before. Therefore, under various trade-offs, he chose to take a desperate risk and set a trap to kill the hermit.

Unfortunately, it failed.

"I still remember that when I was preparing to go to the Mist Plateau for the first time and meet the God of Mist, my heart almost jumped out of my chest." Ennong had no expression on his face. He raised his hand across his ribs and skin and placed it on his very slow-beating heart. above.

"In order to meet the gods, I stopped eating meat for half a month in advance, bathed and changed clothes, abstained from sex to nourish my mind, bought the best gentleman's suit, and I also memorized the Holy Book of the Eye of Mist."

"However……"

Before Ennong finished speaking, a bit of terrifying ferocity suddenly appeared on his old face, and a cold sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. The look of resentment strongly destroyed his elegant temperament. At this moment, he seemed to be possessed by the evil spirits of hell. body.

He continued in a spiteful voice:

"However, God of Fog, he turns out to be just a little girl who looks about seventeen or eighteen years old!"

"I have imagined countless images of Him in my mind. He must be glorious, prominent, sacred, grand, and brilliant... I dedicated all the words that describe beauty and nobility to her, but she is just a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old. ”

"Such a girl is the God of our God Realm? God? Do you understand my strong shock and disappointment at that moment?"

Ergon narrowed his eyes slightly and said nothing, waiting for Ennon to continue to vent his emotions and explain his "difficulties".

He has sealed the town with a barrier so that Ennon cannot escape.

In order to ensure nothing goes wrong, Elgon also secretly invited the five-element golden beast. The gold-eating beast that sleeps deep underground is on the edge of the transcendent realm. It has long been able to try to break through the transcendent, but it has never been able to do so because it is too lazy. Tried Gold Eater.

The reward is some precious metal from the outside world.

Ennongping looked into the distance and said: "I communicated with the God of Wu. I expressed my respectful greetings to her. I explained everything about the divine world to her. I can clearly feel that she is very interested in my topics and often responds. Let me tell you, we had a great conversation.”

"This also makes me feel more and more that she is a gentle, gentle, and good-lucky girl with great power." "I can't accept the fact that she is the God of Mist, and I can't deny that the mist arises because of her, and everything in the divine world Because of her prosperity, I was mentally tortured and died at the age of only a hundred years.”

The legendary realm is the realm that breaks the boundaries of life for the first time. Although humans in this realm are still unable to compete with the long-lived races that are born with long lives and can live a thousand years, they will definitely not run out of life at just a hundred years old.

Ergon frowned, and finally said in an educational tone: "A true strong man is never bound by a body. What is strong is always strength rather than appearance. What does the God of Mist look like? Isn't it important? ”

If Ennon were to know that a girl of thirteen or fourteen years old was breaking through the Beyonder, would he go crazy on the spot?

"It's very important, very important to me." Ennong supported his body with a mahogany cane and stood up suddenly, with a cold light in his cloudy eyes:

"You are not a believer of the God of Mist, so you naturally think it doesn't matter, but I am a believer of the God of Mist, and I am a devout believer!"

The hurried words made Ennong's breath disordered and his heart beat faster. It took a while before he became quiet. He took out a wine bottle with no outer packaging and only a layer of glass. The space inside contained nine-tenths of the wine. red liquid.

"Would you like to try the red wine made from the grapes I grow at home?"

Without waiting for Ergon to answer, he made two cups by himself, filled two cups, and drank one of them slowly:

"Even if you don't come to me, I will only have two or three more years to live at most. My lifespan has been completely exhausted, just like the last few drops of wax tears burning in a candle. I am just unwilling and unable to Meet the truly great gods.”

"Don't talk to me about the God of Mist!" Ennon's voice suddenly rose a lot, and he said bitterly: "She is a false god with power. She has no majesty or wisdom of God. Apart from power, she is useless."

At this moment, an answer slowly emerged in Ergon's mind.

He had chatted with Yuena and knew that the most prosperous religion with the most believers in the Arad continent was the Clergy, led by the Goddess of Life and Light. It can be divided into different professions such as Paladins, Blue Fist Saints, and Heretic Inquisitors.

Of course, the point is not this, but as Yuena said, the Clergy is very large, with one first-level, Remidia Cathedral.

Five second-level, Remidia Bell Tower, Remidia Golden Cathedral, Remidia Branch Cathedral, Remidia Eye, Four Gods Temple, among which the Four Gods Temple is the base camp of Xuzu Exorcist, and Remidia Eye is in the Demon Realm.

There are more than ten third-level churches, nearly a hundred fourth-level churches, and countless fifth-level churches.

Under this premise, the various churches of the Clergy Cult, large and small, have never had a unified, standard, and specific sculpture of the image of God!

Some churches worship female stone angels with wings, some churches worship men tied to crosses, and some churches simply worship a cross.

Only the holy book of the cult is unified all over the world, and every page opened in it proclaims the glory of God.

Yue Na said, "Everyone has a god in their hearts. They have different images and are full of strong individualism, but because of this, the "image of God" leaves believers with room for fantasy."

"If God descends in his own image, then the fantasy will be shattered, and some believers will definitely be dissatisfied with God's image, which will cause a series of problems, which God cannot solve."

So Ergon understood that the gap between Ennon's fantasy god and the real image of the fog god was too large, which led to his inability to accept and his temperament changed drastically.

The form of the fog god is not glorious or brilliant, and her words do not have the majesty and wisdom of a god.

She seems too ordinary. A god who needs the world of recollection to maintain her existence is not worthy of Ennong's imaginative heart.

Ennong took out a handkerchief, wiped the corners of his mouth, and sneered: "The god we believe in is just a little girl with empty power. Can you understand my disappointment at that moment?"