Arad's crooked savior

Ennon's body trembled slightly, and he spoke passionately about the perfect god in his mind.

He should have infinite brilliant light and unparalleled power.

His every word and action is filled with the glory of God, the majesty of God, and the wisdom of God. He should be extraordinary and have an unapproachable sense of sacredness.

However, the true appearance of the God of Mist is just a little girl of seventeen or eighteen years old. She speaks warmly, has a soft voice, and treats people politely. There is no majesty or holiness.

She is not a god!

She is just a girl with great power.

Ennon's trembling body seemed to be unable to suppress his inner emotions, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"She is not a unique god, she is not special at all. As long as you have the corresponding power, anyone can sit in the position of the God of Mist!"

During his tenure as the dean of the Eye of Mist, every time he listened to the oracle of the God of Mist, he couldn't help but imagine that there was a little girl pretending to be mature, showing off her intelligence, and enjoying the faith of the gods.

For this reason, his spirit was tortured all day long and he could not let it go, so that he became the shortest-lived dean in the history of the Eye of Mist, faking his death to escape the gaze of the God of Mist.

Ergon looked at this old friend whose anger was completely beyond words, heard his accelerated heartbeat, and waited until he vented his emotions before slowly saying:

"Who... are you?"

"Ah?"

Ennon's expression was full of astonishment, and he turned his head blankly to look at the young hermit Ergon. He and the other party were half friends, and they had had a lot of friendship in the past, and he also knew that Ergon had a very kind personality.

It was because of Ergon and the original Hemernie that the third glorious golden age of the God Realm, the Age of Harmony, was created, and Ergon was also respected by the world as the Hermit of Harmony.

In other words, everyone in the God Realm knew that Ergon was good-tempered.

Now there was an accusatory dirty word coming out of his mouth, which made Ennon, who was quite familiar with the hermit, stunned, wondering if he was hallucinating because of his old age.

Subconsciously, he let out a puzzled "Ah". Ergon had never cursed anyone.

"I say, who do you think you are, Ennon! Do you still feel wronged and unworthy of the God of Mist?" Ergon's robe and fur were dancing in the wind, and the Five Elements Staff fell to the ground, with a powerful surge of magic.

His condition was indeed not fully restored, but facing Ennon who secretly broke through the origin level, he still had a 100% chance of winning.

This time he heard it clearly, Ennon's face sank, snorted coldly, and took out the golden pocket watch from his arms.

After opening it, there were not common clock hands inside, but many complicated lines and strange symbols.

His normal life span was only two or three years, but it did not mean that he had no way to prolong his life, nor did it mean that he was willing to wait for death.

"This is the first time I hear you curse." Ennon said lightly, and slowly poured himself another glass of red wine.

After so many years of pretending to be dead and hiding, he has developed excellent self-cultivation. The most standard demeanor of a gentleman is elegance and steadiness, except that he occasionally loses his composure when facing the God of Mist.

Ergon took a step forward, and a giant fox's phantom appeared vaguely, saying coldly:

"The fog of the God of Mist nourishes all things, making the God Realm full of the spirit of heaven and earth and the elegance of outstanding people."

"The God of Mist selflessly gave his power, so Kelton opened the golden age of fog machinery, benefiting countless humans who do not have an affinity for magic. The God Realm has never known what an energy crisis is."

"Every oracle of the God of Mist teaches everyone to be kind, to be true, to respect nature and harmony. She is part of the culture of the God Realm."

Ergon said in an extremely oppressive way attitude and tone, asked:

"No matter who can do this for the God Realm, even if it is just a bug or a dog, I am willing to respect it as... God!"

"And you, Ennon, the third dean who faked his death and escaped, so many people believed in you and respected you, but you failed them all, and now you have joined Vanitas, so what qualifications do you have to doubt the God of Mist and accuse the God of Mist?"

"Are you worthy?"

To be honest, Ergon really understood Ennon's grief and anger, but simple understanding is understanding, and objective facts will not change because of personal emotions.

This is not the reason why Ennon joined Vanitas!

Being scolded and scolded one after another, the gentleman's restraint also showed a trace of anger. Ennon retorted coldly:

"I said, anyone can sit in that position. She is just lucky to have merged the Yang Qi of our God Realm."

"Who do you think can sit there? Is it the crazy Lopez, the wandering Marr in the starry sky, the demon king, or you, or who? Who can do better than the current fog god?"

Using hypothetical language to infer what has happened is called "hindsight", a classic saying that I can do it, and there is no real reason.

Moreover, the fog in the God Realm is not only the Yang Qi, but also the power of the fog god itself from Terra. The fusion and sublimation of the two are the fog that benefits all living beings now.

The fog god is special.

Ergon and Ennon had a strong disagreement on the concept of "God", which could not be reconciled and eventually evolved into a battle.

Ennon's old fingers pressed hard on the pocket watch, and then a familiar and shocking force was like a flood that broke through the dam, forcing the hermit Ergon back and knocking irregular and twisted cracks out of the barrier he had set up. A lot of energy leaked out, destroying the houses, and the people in the town screamed in fear and ran away.

Disharmony!

The golden pocket watch seemed to contain part of Lopez's abilities, possessing the attribute of memory. Now it was released by Ennon, achieving the effect of a surprise attack. Ergon also had to temporarily resist the disordered attack with all his strength.

Ennon then crushed his peach wood cane and turned it into tiny points of light. A teleportation magic circle was formed at an incredible speed, connecting to an unknown destination.

"I'm very disappointed, I thought you would understand me." Ennon sighed towards the hermit. The reason why he didn't use the pocket watch and cane as soon as Elgon appeared was because he wanted to be recognized from the bottom of his heart. A feeling of recognition.

He desperately hoped that there would be someone who could recognize his views on the Mist God, and that this person should have identity, status, and extraordinary knowledge in the divine world, and it would be best if he was an old friend of his, so he explained his views to Ergon. mood.

People who act in extreme ways will increasingly crave the approval of others.

At the moment when the teleportation array was formed, Ennong's sarcasm and smile appeared on his face, the thick earth suddenly cracked, and a pangolin-like mythical beast emerged from it, shattering the magic array with its hard claws, and also destroyed Ennong. The farmer was pushed out and flew out.

If it weren't for the continuous light of magic that appeared on the surface of Ennong's body, the gold-eating beast's claws could easily cut him open.

"Gold-eating beast!"

Ennong's heart plummeted to the bottom, knowing that it was difficult to escape, but his survival instinct still made him burst out with all his energy, blood and strength, turning into a ray of light and rushing away from the Chongquan Continent.

Rumble…

A finger made of mist fell from the sky. The wind was strong, the thunder and lightning flashed, and the power was endless. It directly pinned down the fleeing Ennong and smashed it deep into the earth.

The God of Mist appeared in Chongquan with an expressionless and indifferent attitude.

Ennong crawled out of the pit with a gray face and many broken bones on his body. Looking at the mist god standing in the sky, he couldn't help but widen his eyes with disbelief on his face.

She possesses an indescribable noble temperament, as if she is towering above all things. The sun shines on her pearly white dress, coating her with a layer of sacred golden light, and she is willing to serve as a foil.

Just standing there, she overwhelmed the splendor and splendor of the whole world.

Is she the unconscious mist god? ?

Ennong trembled. He had never seen such a mist god before. The current mist god was the real god, a perfection that could not be looked directly at, a majesty that could not be blasphemed, and an incomprehensible wisdom.

"Great God, this is what you should look like." Ennong shouted, the voice was heartbreaking, as if all the hardships were over.

Ergon, who followed closely, had a slightly strange look on his face, wondering if Ennon was a bitch. He didn't like the gentle God, but he worshiped the indifferent God.