Chapter 1214： The Unknown Case of God

The answer from the leader of the dragon clan made Modil sluggish on the spot. The old mage always believed that he was determined to deal with things calmly. No matter what situation he encountered, he would rarely fall into a state of astonishment. However, he knew at this moment that his state of mind was only because he had not met A truly outrageous situation-a deity who had been missing for more than 1.8 million years just smashed in front of him like this, and the usual calm mentality also caused huge waves at this time.

"You... tell me in detail," Modil couldn't help leaning his upper body forward, his face was full of amazement and curiosity, "the missing ancient god? There is also a saying of "missing" in the gods?"

"Of course, the gods can even be killed, they can be expelled, they can flee, they can hide, and even commit suicide under certain circumstances-divinity and humanity are two sides," Herragor said solemnly, but in Before continuing to answer Modil’s questions, he first confirmed the state of the old mage, "Talking about the gods is a dangerous thing. I must first determine your situation, Master Modil, you are sure that you are facing the one... …God? Did you hear His voice?"

"I'm sure, 100% sure--otherwise, why am I kidding?"

"Sorry, it's just too bizarre, I can't help but want to confirm it a few more times," Herragor nodded, "When you hear his voice and see his figure, you don't feel spiritually contaminated. ?? Including waking up and didn't hear continuous babbling or other strange noises in my mind?"

"No, I'm also very strange at this point-I know what mental pollution is. In some ancient ruins and ruins, I have come into contact with relics with mental pollution. Those pollution caused by evil spirits and evil spirits can continue. For a long time, but after witnessing the figure of the'lady', I did not suffer any continuous damage... But by the way, although the'lady' did not cause pollution, the one who ran from the ruins of the city The horror that came out made me feel extremely dangerous. I'm sure that if I looked at him more than once, it would be difficult to get out of my body."

"You mentioned that there is a starry sky pattern on the'lady''s throne, but you can't remember the specific content at all?" Herragor asked again, "and you tried to record what the'lady' did. Describe the dream, but after waking up, the corresponding note has also become an unrecognizable graffiti?"

Modil nodded: "Yes, it seems that there is some power preventing this knowledge from entering the real world. Whether it is with my memory or with the help of the notes I wrote, all traces have been erased."

Herragor frowned and muttered to himself in confusion: "...A typical god'miracle', but there is no corresponding divine pollution... What happened to him? And there is also the starry sky, which is not the starry sky. He holds the right authority..."

"So which deity is that you are talking about?" Modil finally couldn't help asking, "I already..."

"The Goddess of Shadow, Lady Night, the master and protector of shadows and nights-his mythological feature is a huge body, a long dress that can cover the earth like a night, the light and shadow wandering around, and the black and **** that separates the boundary between light and shadow. Rod," Herragor said without concealing it, looking into Modil's eyes, "In this era, except for a few ancient dragons and...ancient existence, no mortal knows the accurate description of these mythological features. "

Modil sat at the table, opened his mouth, and said a few seconds later: "Oh, huh...so this deity has disappeared..."

"Yes, missing, but few mortal races in the world know this," Herragor said slowly. "People who can master the way of shadows have always been rare, and mortals who worship them are among them. In the minority, because it is almost impossible to obtain a response from the magical field and a clear oracle, the shadow faith is thin, loose, and intermittent in each season of civilization. The world believes that the shadow goddess or the lady of the night is a person who does not pay attention to the mortal world. Some people even question whether this **** is real, and only the oldest beings know that the Shadow Goddess does exist, but... he has been missing for more than 1.8 million years, and after his disappearance, This world has strangely never produced a new shadow deity."

This ancient dragon who has experienced civilization changes again and again said in a low voice, he himself is an "ancient existence" who knows those secrets: in his youth, in the years before the sailors, in the dragon It was only one of the many extraordinary races on this planet, and there were many intelligent races and corresponding gods on the other continents. He knew that shadow goddess was one of the main gods of the Loren continent at that time. The master of the night, shared by several dark races, has mythological characteristics as described by Modil.

After the sailor arrived, the dragons chose to close themselves, and the gods who had fallen into madness other than Talronde were purged. Almost all the gods were completely destroyed by the sailor’s expeditionary fleet, only the shadow goddess. ...... It seems miraculously escaped the hunting of the sailor.

This matter is known to only a handful of people on the entire planet-this handful obviously does not include Modil.

So the scenes described by this great adventurer could not have been made up by him.

"...It looks like I have a big event," Modil looked at the more serious expression on the face of the giant dragon leader in front of him, nodded with very rich experience, "Well, it's another big event."

Hragor looked at the great adventurer in front of him seriously: "Have you ever been in contact with weird relics in the Shadow Realm, or touched something similar to the relics of gods?"

"I don't remember," Modil shook his head honestly, "I don't even remember that I have been to such a weird place in the Shadow Realm, let alone the ruins of the gods related to it... But I remember you Yes, who can tell?"

"...This is indeed a problem." Herragor withdrew his gaze and said with a little helplessness. Modil recalled the details in his memory and asked: "Then about the distortion that emerged from the ruins of the city. Things...do you know anything?"

Herragor thought with a serious expression, seeming to be traversing his nearly two million years of memory, but in the end he still shook his head regretfully: "I have never heard of or seen it before. Something like it... it must have never been seen in the real world, but one thing is certain... If the lady you see is Miss Ye who has been missing for more than 1.8 million years, then the only one who is against it is It could be another god, or an existence equivalent to a god."

Modil covered his head with his hands, and muttered as if he had a headache: "...If it was so, it would be the ugliest **** I have ever heard of. Then again, how could I suddenly hit these existences? Dealing with?"

"I don't know the reason, but many times in the field involving gods, mortals and gods do not have the power to determine their own destiny. It may be just a coincidence, or it may be due to an accident many years ago," Herragor raised his head, attitude. Extremely solemn and sincere, "No matter what the reason, you have been entangled in fate, Master Modil-please be cautious next, after leaving here, don't talk about your dreams with ordinary people unless necessary. Now, it’s better not to mention any words about Lady Ye and the distorted chaotic thing, to prevent the two high-level beings who don’t know where they are from establishing further contact with you through the power of words and cognition.

"In addition, if you encounter any similar weird experiences in the future, please come to discuss with me for the first time, let me check your soul state-at least in the field involving gods, I still know a little more than ordinary people. of."

"I understand, and thank you very much for your help, Lord Herragor." Modil nodded sincerely and thanked him. He knew that an ancient dragon leader like Herragor would personally help an unknown source. The alien race of is very rare. Perhaps this dragon clan leader has his own plan, but whether it is the ancient information he just revealed or the help he is willing to provide in the follow-up, this is all true.

Herragor nodded lightly, and at the same time, he did not forget the purpose of calling Modil here at the beginning: "By the way, Master Modil, I actually came to you today for another thing. ."

"Ah yes, I forgot if you don't tell me," Modilton slapped his head, "What are you telling me to come over?"

"...Please stay at the adventurer camp in the near future. There is a guest from afar who wants to see you," Herragor deliberated on the words and said unhurriedly, "She has already set off from the mainland of Loren. It will be here soon."

"Guest from afar? Special trip to see me?" Modilton was stunned. He couldn't think of anyone else in the world who would spend so much time across the ocean to meet such a bad old man with a bad memory—— After all, he has no relatives and no reason in this world, "Who? I don't remember that I owed a debt that could force people to collect across the ocean..."

"It's a descendant of you," Herragor couldn't help interrupting the old mage's overly divergent thinking, "We...'found' a descendant of you in the mainland of Loren."

While talking, he stared at Modil’s expression, felt the magic fluctuations on the opponent’s body, and paid attention to all the reactions of the great adventurer after hearing the news, while Modil was in Hehe. For more than ten seconds after Lagor's voice fell, he fell into a state of long-term astonishment-until the dragon leader in front of him couldn't help but coughed twice, he suddenly reacted, staring at him and said: "Huh? "

"Is one of your descendants..."

"Oh, I've heard clearly, I've heard clearly, my descendants, I just didn't react to it all of a sudden," Modil said quickly while waving his hand before the other party finished speaking, "but...you are serious No kidding? My descendants?! Where did you find them? Descendants...I didn't even know I had descendants..."

His reaction was expected by Herragor. The latter just waited quietly for the old mage's mood to calm down, and then said in a low voice: "We used a special channel, and in a sense... …Your descendants are actually not difficult to find, but the situation during this period is quite special, I can’t explain to you in detail now."

"Okay, okay, there's nothing unusual about my situation..." Modil couldn't help but summon a bright arcane ball in his hand, spinning the ball between his fingers. The dangerous high-energy body seems to be unable to calm down completely without this, "Descendants, ha, you found my descendants...Wait, what is my descendant's surname? What does she do?"

He raised his head and stared at Herragor, but the latter could only helplessly spread his hands out: "Sorry, there are some situations..."

"Oh, oh, okay, I won't ask anymore," Modil seemed to understand something as soon as he saw the reaction of the other person, although he himself was not sure whether he understood it, "it seems the situation is really special, isn't it? Then I just go back and wait...what else do I need to prepare? For example, things like a meeting ceremony?"

"...that is your descendant, she must prepare for it," Herragor said helplessly, "all you need to do is wait."

"This is also..."

In the face of this sudden news, the adventurer was really at a loss, and then he confirmed a lot of various things to Herragor, and after half an hour of tossing, he finally carried the weirdness. The expression left the room.

The reception room was quiet all of a sudden, and only Hragor was left sitting quietly behind the table. The dragon leader looked at the direction the old mage was leaving. After a long time, he gently tapped on a certain place on the table. Location, driven by the ancient mysterious magic device, the wall on one side of the room gradually brightened, and the black dragon Andal appeared in the middle of the screen.

"The direct disclosure of the ‘Descendants’ matter seemed to be a little bit at a loss for this great adventurer," Herragor frowned and said, "Is it really appropriate to do this?"

"This is Ms. Victoria's request, and it has also been recognized by Gawain Cecil," Andal said in a low voice, "They are going to contact after all, and we can also observe Modil from this contact. Whether there will be new changes, which is good for further grasping his'symptoms'. As for his consciousness interruption and resetting hidden dangers... Haven't we tested it? As long as we don't directly tell him the surname of'Wild' There won’t be any problems, even if he hears the surname'Wild’, it’s okay, as long as you don’t tell him that the surname belongs to him."

"...Does it react like an undead..." Herragor whispered, then he shook his head, and the conversation changed. "You have heard the'experience' that Modil mentioned just now. You have What do you think?"

"The lady with the black and white scepter in her hand should be the shadow goddess who escaped from the sailor more than 1.8 million years ago. That's right. Whether it is mythological feature or its strange status quo, it can be regarded as evidence-there really is no I thought that such an unsolved case that had been hanging for nearly two million years would suddenly show clues today, and it also pointed to a mortal dream, the world is unpredictable."

"Perhaps Modil's current weird state is due to the influence of the ancient god," Herragor nodded slightly, "there are too many mysteries behind this matter, where is the ancient **** now? , What is the status, what purpose... these are unknown. Perhaps we should also do our best to the member states and submit a report at the next internal meeting of the Theocracy."

"That's for sure," Andal said, with a dignified expression on his face. "In fact, I am more concerned about the other'suspected god' mentioned by Modil than the clue of that'Ms. Night'. The existence of... that indescribable monster."