Have You Considered Coming to the Moon to Become a Demon God?

The serious nonsense and Mo Yu's innocent expression made the man chuckle.

"It's really interesting, but it's a pity that there are no good Baihua crisps and Qingxin tea here, which is a bit less elegant. However, your answer must be enough."

Are you an old man watching operas and walking birds?

Mo Yu complained in his heart, he thought for a while, and gave a similar answer to the one he gave Leif that day.

"Life is the most precious treasure for anyone. It is an immeasurable thing, but the reason I am willing to give it is only because life is short and the corresponding value will decrease, so that it can become measurable."

These words caused the man to fall into deep thought, as if he was thinking about whether the words were correct or not.

"In your opinion, this short life is worth paying for the one you love. What if your lifespan is the same as that of ordinary people? How do you choose?"

"I don't have the right to choose. If I did, I would choose a more effective method." Mo Yu replied with a wry smile.

What he did this time was also helpless, because he had no right to hang up, and he had no choice.

All he has is a short life in seconds.

"A very sensible answer, but at the same time full of emotion."

The man seemed to be very satisfied with Mo Yu's answer, his pale golden pupils were full of splendor.

"Although your life is short, you have a more thorough definition of life than others. At the same time, you also have a balance in your heart that others do not have. Compared with others, you are more just and fair. I am very satisfied with this answer."

It's like a recognition, and it's like a confirmation.

Mo Yu scratched his cheek in embarrassment after being praised, not quite understanding the meaning of his heroic spirit.

"Having said so much, do you remember anything?"

"In the past?"

The man was slightly startled, and lowered his head to silently look at the floating leaves in the teacup.

"The past, the forgotten, after all, I can't remember it."

"What about the name? Did you think of one or two?" Mo Yu asked curiously.

"name......"

The man fell silent again, this time his eyes shifted from the teacup to the rockery nearby, his golden pupils revealed the color of reminiscence.

After a long time, the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Morax, you can use it."

Chapter 8 contract is formed here

Can the name of the Demon God Pillar be used instead?

Mo Yu's eyes almost popped out when he heard this.

Even though Mo Yu racked his brains to think about the heroic spirits who are suspected of wearing crowns, except for the relationship between the Greek myth Zeus and the Roman god Jupiter, who can borrow each other's titles, there probably is no other joint Overlord heroic spirit.

Morakes is one of the 72 pillars of demon gods. The prototype is Molech in Canaan mythology, which belongs to the same line as the main god Baal.

But that is the god of the Canaanites, and has nothing to do with the Celestial Dynasty. The ancient man in front of him is obviously from the Celestial Dynasty.

However, since the main Greek god of Xingyue was a refugee who fled from Atlantis 4000 years ago after being blown up by star soldiers, it seems that there is no problem for the Canaanite gods in Mesopotamia to escape to the Celestial Dynasty .

For example, Tamazamae, who traveled far to the East, or Wasabi who wandered in the world, or Skaha, who repeatedly jumped around in Northern Europe, they all have different identities in different regions.

"Looking at your expression, you seem to have figured something out?" Morax asked calmly.

Mo Yu shook his head in embarrassment: "No, I can't guess who you are."

There is a long history, and he is not an expert in history, so how could he guess the name of this fairy.

"So, because you have so many vests, you can't remember your name?"

"That's understandable."

Morax nodded noncommittally.

What a bachelor's answer, there is no clue at all.

It's not really that there is nothing at all, at least from the people of the Celestial Dynasty and He Shanyan, there should be clues.

Mo Yu scratched his head and felt that the first one was bigger than the two.

"That's really troublesome. A heroic spirit who can't remember his name is equivalent to forgetting how to use the eating guy. He can't be called a heroic spirit at all."

"Bowls and chopsticks, I will still use them." Morax reminded softly.

Mo Yu explained; "It doesn't refer to eating tools. The treasure is a symbol of a heroic spirit. It is a miracle sublimated by a heroic spirit in a certain period of time. For example, if someone kills a tiger with a shovel, if that person becomes a heroic spirit after death , then there will be treasures related to special attacks against tigers."

"It turns out that it is a very valuable setting."

Moraketh took a sip of his tea half-understood, but he was just like a guest listening to an opera expressing his admiration for an actor, but he didn't care much about the concept of heroic spirit.

"Then you sacrificed yourself for him after death, can you be upgraded to a treasure?"

Mo Yu shook his head decisively.

This kind of self-sacrificing behavior happens every day. If he can really be promoted to a heroic spirit, the Hall of Valor will be full.

"Certainly not. The conditions for becoming a Heroic Spirit are very harsh. Only human beings who have gone down in history can be qualified, and I am far from qualified."

Morax lifted the teapot lightly and said casually: "Because this behavior is regarded as a contract, do you think this kind of contract behavior is not worthy?"

The words are very light, and the tea is very clear.

The shallow column of tea pouring from the spout reflected Mo Yu's changing face.

"Probably." Mo Yu pondered.

Morax smiled slightly: "What's your opinion on the contract?"

Could the other party be a god related to the contract?That must have something to do with business and trade.

Could it be Zhao Gongming, the god of wealth?

If so, then the identity of this Great Immortal is really extraordinary. From top to bottom, most people worshiped this during the feudal superstition period. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, many businessmen still worshiped this God of Wealth.

If it was placed in the Xingyue Dynasty, this God of Wealth would be invincible, and his popularity would explode.

But this is only speculation.

Mo Yu pondered quietly, and continued to answer:

"A contract is essentially a promise made by two parties to each other. It is an exchange based on trust. At the same time, it has a relatively fair attribute, so it can be called a contract. If it is unfair to any party, it cannot be called a contract."

"I am very satisfied with this answer." Morax once again affirmed his reply.

He closed those gilt pupils, as if he was thinking about something.

Just when Mo Yu opened his mouth to ask how to leave this world, he opened his eyes and took a deep look at Mo Yu.

"So, do you want to sign a contract? You retrieve the lost name for me, and I will give you the corresponding power."

Power, something Mo Yu has always wanted.

He was fed up with the powerlessness of the incompetent, fed up with the deal where life was the only bargaining chip.

After pondering for a moment, Mo Yu asked curiously, "One name, one power?"

"One name, one authority," Morax confirmed.

To agree so easily, this contract must be extremely difficult.

"make a deal."

Mo Yu agreed without hesitation. He has never been an indecisive person, otherwise he would not have made such a scum-like speech at a hot pot party.

If you are decisive, you may give it in vain, but if you hesitate, you are destined to lose.

He had nothing to lose anyway.

The unwavering words were recognized by Morax. He lightly sipped a cup of tea and said appreciatively:

"You who have the spirit of contract are qualified to use this guardian power."

Morax raised his hand lightly, and a pale golden glow flowed out from his hand, which slowly poured into Mo Yu's body.

Mo Yu clearly sensed something awakened in his body, and an indescribable force slowly circulated in the magic circuit in his body.

In an instant, earth-shaking changes took place in the whole body, and with the blessing of strength, the dilapidated internal organs re-emerged with vitality and functions.

Not only regaining a new life, Mo Yu also keenly noticed that his body, which was originally specialized for the magic circuit, was gradually returning to normal.

Of course, this repairing power is limited, and it has not completely restored his dilapidated body, which is almost equivalent to the physical strength of Matthew after being possessed by a sub-servant.

But this is already countless times better than him who coughed up blood at every turn.

More power was condensed into the concept, and Mo Yu could feel this concept in his body.

This is the power of the heroic spirit?

Mo Yu was extremely surprised, but was instantly confused.

He couldn't understand the concept of this force. To him, this strange force was like a mess of indistinct codes. He couldn't find the source, and couldn't see the appearance clearly.

"How should I use this power?"

Morax put down his teacup and stood up with his arms around his shoulders. At that moment, it seemed as if countless mountains and rivers rose from the ground, carrying him straight to the sky and sitting under the law of heaven.

Mo Yu looked up at the god who had forgotten his name, and echoes echoed in his ears.

"Follow your original intention. If you pay, you will be rewarded. If you have a debt, you will be repaid. It is the guardian of the contract, and the power moves according to your heart."

After saying that, Morax's slender figure gradually disappeared among the mountains, and the mist from the valley swept in like a tsunami, completely engulfing Mo Yu's body, and took him away from this secret space.

"Will we meet again?" Mo Yu shouted loudly.

"When you find my name, we will meet again. At that time, I will give you corresponding powers. This is a contract between you and me."

On the top of the mountain, that steady voice echoed high above the sky, and it did not dissipate for a long time.

The gust of wind howled, and the pure white world was collapsing at an accelerated rate, and there was a sigh of vicissitudes in my ears.

Even if the sky falls, the contract must be fulfilled

Chapter 9 The Morax you mentioned, is he strong?