Ennong's body trembled slightly, and he spoke impassionedly about the perfect god in his mind.
It should have infinite brilliance and unparalleled power.
Every word and deed is filled with the glory of God, the majesty of God, and the wisdom of God. It should be extraordinary and have an inaccessible sense of sanctity.
However, the true appearance of Wu Shen turned out to be that of a little girl of seventeen or eighteen years old. She spoke kindly, had a soft voice, and was polite to others. There was no sign of majesty or sanctity.
She is not a god!
She is just a girl with great power.
Ennong'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 she has the corresponding power, anyone can take the position of the Mist God!"
During his tenure as the Director of the Eye of Mist, every time he listened to the Mist God's oracle, he couldn't help but imagine a little girl pretending to be mature, showing off her cleverness, and enjoying the belief in the divine world.
For this reason, his spirit was tortured all day long and he could not let go, so much so that he became the most "short-lived" Dianji in the history of the Eye of Mist, faking his death to escape the gaze of the Mist God.
Ergon looked at his old friend whose anger was beyond words, and heard his accelerated heartbeat. He waited until he finished venting his emotions before saying slowly:
"Who...are you?"
"Huh?"
Ennon's expression was full of astonishment, and he turned to look at the young Hermit Elgon in a daze. He and the other party were considered half-friends. They had had many friendships in the past, and he also knew that Elgon had a kind personality.
It was precisely because of Elgon and the original Harmony that the third glorious golden age of the gods was created, the Age of Harmony. Elgon was also revered by the world as the Hermit of Harmony.
In other words, everyone in the God Realm knows that Elgon has a good temper.
Now there was an accusatory curse word coming out of his mouth, which made Ennong, who was quite familiar with the hermit, stunned, wondering if he was hearing hallucinations due to his old age.
He subconsciously said "Ah" in confusion. Ergon had never cursed anyone before.
"I said, who do you think you are, Ennon! Do you still feel that you have been wronged and that the God of Mist is not worthy of it?" Ergon's robe and fluff were dancing in the strong wind, and the Five Elements Staff fell to the ground, and a powerful magic power Surging.
It is true that his condition has not been fully restored, but facing an Ennon who has secretly broken through to the source level, he still has a 100% chance of winning.
Hearing it clearly this time, Ennong's face darkened, he snorted coldly, and took out the golden pocket watch from his arms.
After opening it, there are no common clock hands inside, but many complicated lines and strange symbols.
His normal lifespan is only two or three years, but that doesn't mean there's no way to extend his life, nor does it mean he's willing to wait for death.
"This is the first time I heard you curse." Ennong said calmly and poured himself another glass of red wine slowly.
After so many years of feigning death and hiding, he has developed excellent self-cultivation. The most standard demeanor of a gentleman is elegance and stability, except for the occasional loss of composure when facing the God of Fog.
Ergon took a step forward, and the shadow of a giant fox vaguely appeared, and said coldly:
"The mist of the God of Fog nourishes all things, making the world of gods and heavens and earth beautiful, and embodying the splendor of outstanding people."
"The God of Mist selflessly gave away his power, and Kelton ushered in the golden age of Mist Machinery, benefiting countless humans who did not have an affinity for magic. The God Realm never knew what an energy crisis was."
"Every oracle of the God of Mist teaches everyone to be kind, to be true, to advocate nature and harmony. She is part of the culture of the divine world."
Ergon asked in a very oppressive attitude and tone:
"No matter who can do this for the God Realm, even if it is just a worm or a dog, I am willing to call it... God!"
"And you, Ennon, the third Dianji 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 right do you have to doubt the God of Mist? , accusing the God of Fog?”
"Are you worthy?" Frankly speaking, Ergon really understood Ennon's grief and anger, but simple understanding was understanding, and objective facts would not change due to personal emotions.
This is not a reason for Ennon to join Vanitas!
Being scolded and scolded one after another, the gentleman's self-restraint also burst into anger. Ennong retorted coldly:
"I told you, anyone can sit in that seat. She is just lucky enough to be fused with the yang energy of our divine world."
"Who do you think can sit down? Crazy Lopez, Mal roaming in the starry sky, the Demon King, you, or whoever? Who can do better than the current Mist God?"
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Using hypothetical language to infer what has already happened is called "hindsight". It is a classic way of saying that I can do whatever I want. There is no real reason.
Moreover, the mist in the God Realm is not only the energy of Yang, but also the power of the Mist God himself from Terra. The fusion and sublimation of the two are the mist that now benefits all living beings.
The God of Mist is special.
Ergon and Ennon had strong and irreconcilable differences over the concept of "gods," which eventually turned into a battle.
Ennon's old fingers pressed hard on the pocket watch. Immediately, a familiar and shocking force was like a flood that burst the embankment, forcing the hermit Elgon back, and at the same time, the barrier he arranged was knocked out into irregular twists. A lot of energy leaked out of the cracks, destroying houses and causing people in the town to run away screaming in fear.
Out of tune!
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 formed at an incredible speed, linking it to an unknown destination.
"I'm very disappointed, I thought you would understand me." Ennon sighed to 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 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, and turned into a ray of light and rushed 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 climbed 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.
(End of chapter)