Arad's crooked savior

The nameless monster took on the appearance of a mist god, wearing a complicated and gorgeous dress, with flowing long hair, and the delicate and refined facial features of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old, all of which were almost the same.

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 a dark abyss, while the Misty God is a clear and cool sea blue, fresh and natural.

Ergon didn't care to talk nonsense with Kelton anymore, and said in a serious voice: "Machnava is very strong. He once confronted me and fought hard. However, I can't see him clearly. And is there such a race in the monster tribe? ”

"I've never seen it before, it should be a mutant." The navigator shook his head slightly, with a serious heart, and continued to watch the troubled place projected by the sea.

Wu Shen had no emotional fluctuations about this. The monster only imitated her appearance. The nobility of life lies in the soul and the core of memory. Some changes in appearance are not worth mentioning.

Those precious memories she possesses are treasures she treasures for a lifetime. They shine brighter than diamonds and cannot be replicated by monsters.

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

The five monsters with demons are not always fixed. In the Battle of the White Sea in the past, powerful monsters died, and their blood spread all over the sea. Their corpses burned in endless flames, dyeing the sky and the earth red. The death of transcendence often It is the destruction of both form and spirit.

Ursula is the back-up version of the Fallen Demon Guardian.

"You have never had a name. I wonder why you don't have a name..." Largo frowned and finally noticed a trace of incongruity. In the past two thousand years, he himself had never seemed to be curious about who the other party was. .

A deep chill suddenly shot up from his back. Largo subconsciously gritted his teeth and stared deeply at his "colleague". The demonic energy flowed in his pupils, reflecting the "god of fog".

He recalled what the Demon King had just said, as well as the current appearance of the "Mist God"... Because he had no name, he was not anyone, so he could be anyone.

Could it be that...a thought suddenly occurred...that He could replace anyone's existence? !

However, what's the use of just being similar in appearance? A transcendent of the same realm can see the flaws at a glance.

"In a state without a name, do you think that there is a person with a similar state in our God Realm?" Ye Lin looked at the God of Fog who landed on the bow of the motorboat and lowered his eyes. She also didn't wear shoes today.

Wushen wore a pair of open-toed stockings, which outlined her shapely and slender legs and her ten cute and sparkling toes.

If Kelton and Ergon hadn't been there, Ye Lin thought that his mouth could fit ten delicate and lovely toes, and he would squirm each toe until it felt like it was soaked in water and wrinkled.

Keenly aware of Ye Lin's gaze, Wu Shen smiled gently. The innocence of a sixteen or seventeen year old girl was like a flower in bud.

"The name of the Mist God is Napol. I vaguely remember it, so it should be right." Kelton kept looking down at the troubled place, touching his chin, trying to analyze the hidden meaning in Ye Lin's words.

"Fortunately, you don't have Alzheimer's disease." Ergon said habitually, and at the same time glanced at the sky without any trace.

Mal…

"That's not right."

Ye Lin looked at the girl Wushen who had said nothing during the whole process, and said with a smile: "Napol, it was the name of her artificial god era. Wushen very much rejects this memory, and also rejects Napol's name."

Except for the name "Napol" that is not recognized by the Mist God, the Mist God seems to have no name of his own. It is widely called the "God of Memory and Mist" in the divine world. It is a form based on the performance of the Mist God's abilities. An honorific.

"On the three continents of the God Realm, only Dianji and the Hermit with the Eye of Mist, as well as a very small number of destined people, can see the true face of the Mist God."

Ye Lin did not deliberately sell out and gave his own guess... No one knows the name of the God of Mist. The "Goddess of Memory and Mist" is just her nickname. No one knows the image of the God of Mist. She is known in a nameless way. , pointing vaguely, may be one of the reasons for the collapse of the realm of memory.

What is a name? It doesn’t just refer to a person’s name, it also refers to the sun, the moon, the ocean, the rose, the diamond, the flame, the person... At the beginning of the birth of civilization, there was a series of names to define everything 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 wills, all have a name to define themselves."

Ye Lin pointed his finger, and the wind and waves surged wildly. Kelton's foggy ship rocked violently with the waves, and immediately there was the sound of rattling iron chains. The huge metal anchor smashed into the sea, causing waves, and the chains dragged and tightened, and they were fixed. Hull.

"Names are the anchors that anchor our existence."

"The third stage of death also means that no one in the world knows you, doesn't remember you, and forgets your name."

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

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

"From the moment I was born, I have no memory and no knowledge."

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

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

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 light, and thunder flashed in the oppressive clouds, as if blizzards, hail, and thunderstorms would fall in the next moment.

The God Realm's description of the God of Mist's honorific title was not accurate enough.

"Just call her Xiao Wu, how nice it sounds." Feng Ying suggested enthusiastically, she was also very interested in naming others, very intimate.

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, and it seemed to lack some respect.

"Xiao Wu, not bad."

"Do you have to have the word fog..." Ye Lin complained.

Just as Feng Ying was trying to name the God of Mist, a new change occurred in the Land of Disaster. The monster that transformed into the God of Mist stretched its body, and black threads of different thicknesses appeared around it, densely packed, like unfinished woven cloth, the threads spread into the unknown darkness.

The God of Mist suddenly frowned, and the hem of her complicated and layered long skirt was covered with a dark color, and there was pollution, as if she was going to be dyed into ink.

The monster in the Land of Disaster had no name, but her skirt was covered with a light blue color.