Chapter 3516 The meaning of names
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 suffering from monsters 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 is often It is the destruction of both form and spirit.
Ursula is the back-up 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.
"The 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 true."
Ye Lin looked at the girl Wushen who had said nothing during the whole process, and said with a smile: "Napol, it was her name from the time when she was a man-made god. Wushen rejected this memory and Napol's name."
Except for the name "Napol" that is not recognized by the Mist God, the Mist God does not seem to have his own name. It is widely called the "God of Memory and Mist" in the divine world. It is a kind of name formed based on the performance of the Mist God's abilities. An honorific. "On the three continents of the God Realm, only Diansi 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 gods of the beginning, 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.
"The name is the anchor that anchors our existence."
"The third stage of death also means that no one in the world knows you, does not 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 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 Fog."
"In the ancient Terra era, the power I controlled was not just fog, but all weather."
The God of Fog pointed his finger in the direction of the sky. In an instant, the sky changed. Black clouds pressed over the city, covering the sun's rays. Rumbles of thunder flashed in the oppressive clouds, and it seemed that blizzards, hail, and thunderstorms would fall in the next moment.
The description of the honorific title given to the God of Mist in the divine world is not accurate enough.
"Let's call her Xiao Wu. It sounds so nice." Feng Ying suggested enthusiastically. She was also very interested in naming others and was very affectionate.
When the hermits in the God Realm heard the name "Xiao Wu", they all touched their foreheads in unison. This title sounds very familiar, but she is the God of Fog in the God Realm, the flame of civilization, and the source of everything. Got some respect.
"Xiaowu, not bad."
"Do you have to use the word fog..." Ye Lin complained.
Just when Feng Ying was trying to name the God of Mist, a new change took place in the troubled land. The monster that transformed into the God of Mist stretched its body, and densely packed black threads of different thicknesses appeared around it. Like weaving that has not yet become a garment, the threads spread toward the unknown darkness.
Wushen suddenly frowned. The hem of her long, complicated and layered skirt was a dark color, and pollution appeared, as if it was going to turn her whole body into ink.
There is an unnamed monster in the troubled land, but the hem of her skirt has a light blue color.
(End of chapter)