Chapter 551: The Memory of the Wild God (Five Thousand)

Possess the body?

Seeing Bai Lan's condition, Ron's spirit suddenly jumped, and the words "possession" popped out of his mind.

He couldn't help but think of himself.

After the real Ron died, he took over the original Ron's body and survived in the Dusk Continent.

He thought of Noctis again, the unlucky young leader of the Winged People, who was also possessed by the god of death Benavid, and his strength increased rapidly in a short period of time.

Bai Lan's current situation is very strange. Her strength is skyrocketing at an incredible speed. Ron's eyelids can't help but twitch. It's likely that it won't be long before Bai Lan becomes a master of the Destruction Realm. Except for the dozen or so old monsters of the Andre family who were frightened by Archibald and dared not come out, there are probably few people who can be Bai Lan's opponents.

It was as if some mysterious and powerful existence was constantly infusing its own power into Bai Lan's body, forcibly increasing Bai Lan's strength.

This situation is too similar to possession of another's body.

In normal practice, such a situation would never occur.

Ron was worried, knowing that he didn't have much time to waste.

He gritted his teeth and stretched out his right hand towards Bai Lan, trying to wake her up.

Although this process was interrupted, which might cause some damage to Bai Lan's body, even if the injury was serious, it was much better than Bai Lan being completely possessed. But the moment Ron's right hand stretched out, he immediately felt a strong rejection coming from Bai Lan's body.

Although the repulsion was strong, it didn't seem to have much malice, at least it didn't cause any harm to Ron. Otherwise, the strong repulsion alone would have caused considerable damage to Ron's body.

Ron became even more confused. Although he felt that this force did not seem to have any malicious intent, he did not dare to gamble with his sister-in-law's life. After a brief hesitation, his fingers suddenly bent, and the power on his fingertips increased instantly. Sharp energy lines almost turned into real swords, tearing the air in front of him, making a hissing sound.

Pop.

Ron's fingers were about to penetrate the blockade formed by Bai Lan's strong repulsion. At this moment, a slender little hand fell directly on Ron's wrist.

Green jade fingers grabbed Ron's wrist and pulled his arm back.

"Elsa?" Ron looked surprised, looking at Elsa who had just appeared beside him.

Elsa already has a real body, but compared to walking normally in the Dusk Continent, Elsa seems to prefer to stay in Ron's body. She seems to regard Ron's body as her own boudoir.

Moreover, Elsa's recovery is not complete.

Even though she could come out for some fresh air occasionally, Elsa was asleep most of the time.

Even when fighting against the God of Death Benavid and the Sage Patrich, and destroying evil spirits, Elsa had never appeared. Unexpectedly, she suddenly appeared at this time.

Moreover, as soon as he appeared, he stopped me from saving Bai Lan.

Niafu and Philomena also appeared behind Ron. At this moment, the two women's eyes and attention were all on Bai Lan, so that the evil spirit that was resurrecting behind them seemed less important.

Both women were smart people, so they could naturally tell that Ron was communicating with a certain being.

But neither Philomena nor Niafu could tell who the person who was communicating with Ron was, whether he was a man or a woman, where he was, or what he looked like. They could see the shock in each other's eyes when they looked at each other.

It was acceptable that Philomena couldn't detect him, but it was a bit scary that even the six-winged fallen angel Niafe couldn't detect his trace.

How strong is that? This is definitely a monster-level existence, right? But on second thought, it seems so natural for this monster-level existence to appear next to Ron, as if as long as it is Ron, no matter what kind of existence appears around him, he can accept it.

Ron did not avoid Philomena and Niafu. They were his comrades who would be with him day and night and fight side by side in the future. Elsa's existence would be noticed sooner or later.

Ron also believed that Elsa would not do anything to hurt herself, but he also wanted to know the reason.

Elsa did not rush to respond to Ron's question. She just stood quietly beside Ron, holding Ron's wrist with her small hand, very hard, so hard that Ron even felt a little pain in his wrist. Her black and white eyes stared quietly ahead.

She was looking at Bai Lan... No, not at Bai Lan, but at a certain existence deeper inside.

Her eyes were filled with sadness.

After a long while, Elsa finally spoke slowly: "God of Wilderness, Nabeelaer, is about to die!"

Hiss! Elsa's voice was light and without any anger, but the gentle voice made Ron gasp in surprise.

An indescribable feeling of fear suddenly came over me.

Densely packed small bumps instantly appeared on every inch of skin all over the body.

The God of Wilderness is about to die?

What the hell is this?

Moreover, even if the God of Wilderness was going to die, what did this have to do with Bai Lan? Ron kept swallowing his saliva, and countless strange thoughts suddenly emerged in his mind. Philomena and Niafu beside him also looked at each other. They couldn't hear the conversation between Ron and Elsa, but from the changes in Ron's facial expression, they could see that the situation seemed quite bad.

The expression on Elsa's face became more and more sad.

Her eyes were quietly looking at Bai Lan in front of her from beginning to end, as if she could see through Bai Lan's pretty face and see the existence deeper behind her. Ron frowned and looked in the direction Elsa was looking.

He didn't know if there was some existence guiding him, but when Ron looked at Bai Lan again, he seemed to feel that Bai Lan's condition seemed to have changed slightly.

At first glance, the orange-yellow silk threads look like long and thin fluff growing on Bai Lan's body. The fluff floats delicately in the breeze.

Following these strange filaments, Ron looked in the opposite direction.

The silk threads gradually gathered together and weaved into a huge vortex... Ah, no, it should be said that the vortex appeared first, and it was this huge vortex that spewed out these densely packed filaments.

There is so much more to see.

Ron stared at the vortex in front of him. This strange vortex seemed to be connected to another strange world. As his throat moved, Ron felt his sight being attracted and swallowed by the vortex, completely ignoring the obstacles of time and space. The next moment, a completely unfamiliar area appeared in front of Ron.

The sky is gray.

It was gloomy and there was no light at all.

It seemed as if heavy snow was falling in the sky. Dense goose-feather-like things were constantly falling from the sky, covering the ground layer after layer.

Desolate, lonely and dead silent.

That is definitely not a world where normal life can survive.

Is this hell or the abyss? Ron didn't know, but inexplicably, this strange area gave Ron an indescribable sense of familiarity.

He even felt that his consciousness had completely merged with this space. His entire existence had completely appeared within this space. He could feel the breath of decay and decay here, the strange and pungent smell of burning sulfur in the air, and the touch of black snow from the sky falling on his body.

Ron raised his right hand, and pieces of black snow fell into his palm.

The black snow did not melt, but lay there quietly. When I pressed it with my fingertips and rubbed it gently, it turned into finer dust.

This is not black snow, it is the ashes left by a fire.

Ron flicked his fingers to remove the black stains on his fingertips and looked around. In this gray world, if there was really a fire somewhere, he should be able to see it clearly, but there was nothing.

Looking around, there was not a trace of light in the whole world.

Perhaps, this fire burned a long, long time ago, and the fire was so terrible that even though decades, hundreds of years, or even thousands of years have passed, the ashes produced by the burning fire have not had time to dissipate from the sky, and still fall like snow.

The ground was covered with a very thick layer of ash.

The ground of this strange world was completely covered by ashes, just like a desert, with no distinct edges or corners, only smooth arcs. From a topographical point of view, it seemed like a wide plain.

But on the plain, you can still see huge bulges.

call.

Ron already had a guess in his mind. Although it was just a guess, Ron was 90% sure that this was the truth.

This place, if nothing unexpected happens, should be... the Cemetery of the Gods! The Cemetery of the Gods is the burial place of fallen gods.

It is also the place where gods recuperate after being injured.

Once upon a time, the high priest of the elves, Heferson, saw the corpses of gods in the cemetery of gods, especially the corpse of the Mother Goddess of All Things, whom he believed in. This directly led to the collapse of his Taoism and faith, and he became confused and crazy.

Then it was suspected that some evil god took advantage of the situation and directly corroded Heferson's soul, turning a good elven high priest into a puppet of the evil god.

Ron knew that he had not really entered this space. Perhaps for some reason, his soul temporarily appeared in this area. He could even say that everything he saw before his eyes was just a false illusion.

His consciousness was floating and swaying.

Ron wasn't even sure how long his consciousness had been wandering, and finally, he stopped.

There suddenly appeared right in front of him... Was it a statue or a body?

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

If it is a statue, then it is too realistic and lifelike. However, if it is the body of a certain existence, then this body is also weird in every way. The whole body looks extremely stiff and has no breath of normal life. Even a corpse would not be like this.

All in all, this is a pretty pretty girl.

She has a tall figure and a hot body.

Her outfit is also quite hot and eye-catching. The metal armor simply covers her chest and buttocks, leaving large areas of beautiful skin exposed elsewhere. The lines of the muscles on her smooth abdomen are also particularly clear, and her thighs are toned, straight and slender.

Although her skin was stiff, she still had a pretty face.

But unlike the gentle and charming temperament of ordinary women, this girl exudes sexiness and wildness from head to toe.

With long orange hair falling down her back, she looked like a female leopard ready to hunt.

When he saw the long orange hair, Ron instantly understood where the silk thread wrapped around Bai Lan's body came from.

The changes in Bai Lan were caused by the girl in front of him.

This mysterious girl is probably the one that Elsa mentioned, the one who is about to die... the wild god, Nabelar!

In the game, the God of Wilderness did not appear, and there was very little information about him. Ron did not know much about this god. It was just that Ron had always subconsciously thought that the so-called God of Wilderness should be a burly, rough man with a mane all over his body. He never expected that the God of Wilderness would be such a young, beautiful, fit and sexy girl.

Just as Ron was staring at the corpse of the God of Wilderness, he suddenly saw the corpse in front of him that looked like a statue. His eyelids twitched violently, and the next moment, a pair of eyes slowly opened.

The chestnut eyes were as deep as the abyss.

The next moment, Ron felt his mind suddenly become dazed, and then all kinds of strange images began to flash in front of Ron.

He saw Nabelar born from nothingness.

She is like a pure blank sheet of paper, simple, lively, and full of curiosity about everything in this world.

It was a barbaric era. The world had just taken shape. Humans, dragons, elves, dwarves, orcs, and all kinds of creatures had just appeared on the Dusk Continent. It was a chaotic and violent era.

There are not only normal lives on the Dusk Continent, but also countless evil spirits.

Under the guidance of the administrator, she entered the Dusk Continent and personally suppressed and killed evil spirits one after another, and eradicated and destroyed ferocious beasts one after another.

Nabelar didn't know why she was doing these things, she just subconsciously followed the administrator's orders.

She is the God of Wilderness. Her lively and curious personality quickly gave birth to some different ideas in her mind. She didn't want to stay in the cold heaven forever. It looked good there, with the most luxurious buildings and angels' earnest service. She didn't have to worry about anything, but she didn't like it. In Nabelar's consciousness, the so-called heaven was just a cold cage. She wanted to break free from the cage, just like a bird that could fly freely in this world.

Then, her consciousness was destroyed.

The newly born consciousness is like a baby that is strangled in the cradle.

She is still herself, still a pure piece of white paper.

Time and time again.

It was like an endless purgatory, a reincarnation with no end in sight. Every time her consciousness was born, every time her curiosity about the world grew stronger, her consciousness would be ruthlessly shattered.

Those administrators are like cold machines, indifferent to the extreme.

They would not have the slightest mercy for Nabelar's screams and struggles, nor did they think that what they were doing was killing bloody lives. On the contrary, they would even be excited by the reactions of these gods when they were brainwashed. They regarded these scenes as a spice in their boring lives, and bet on which god in charge would scream louder, more beautifully, and more pleasantly when being brainwashed.

Seeing Nabelar's body twisting and twitching in intense pain, they laughed out loud as if they had encountered something very funny.

The war that destroyed the Twilight Dynasty was not the first time these gods gained self-awareness.

But, that was definitely the most exciting one.

As one of the best killing machines, Nabelar would naturally appear in this war.

She didn't know how many lives had died in her hands. She only knew that her body was almost stained with blood, and her long golden hair also turned bright red.

With every life that died in her hands, Nabelar felt her soul being stimulated.

Nabelar began to think, is it really okay for her to obey the administrator's orders like this?

Does this world really have to run according to the administrator's ideas?

Isn't it good for Twilight Continent to run according to its own trajectory? Why did the gods have to participate in this war, why did they make this war even more tragic, why did they destroy the peace and prosperity that Twilight Continent finally ushered in?

Ron knew that he had seen Nabeelaer's memory.

He was learning about Nabelar's life at a very fast speed.

He saw Nabelar covered in blood, and also saw the struggle and pain in Nabelar's eyes.

In the Temple of Dusk, they fought a bloody battle with the last Dusk King and his sister. They slaughtered countless members of the Dusk tribe, but also watched their companions fall one by one in front of powerful enemies.

Blood rained from the sky.

The whole world is soaked in blood.

It was during this war that Nabelar met like-minded companions... the Goddess of Dawn, the Mother Goddess of All Things, the Source of All Waters, the God of War, the God of Craftsmen, the God of Nature, the God of Blood and Slaughter, the God of Plague and Disaster, the God of Love, the God of Dragons, the God of Shadows, the God of the Dead, as well as the Goddess of Flame and the God of Storms...

It was not until this moment that Nabelar realized that there were already so many partners who had different ideas in their minds.

It’s just that everyone is very careful to hide the impulses in their hearts.

All they lack is an opportunity, a chance that will allow them to fight back without restraint.

They all know their fate. When they return to heaven, those creepily cold-blooded administrators will cruelly erase their consciousness, and they will become blank sheets of paper again.

What's the difference between this and killing them? No one wants this, no one wants it.

They also want to live a good life, not as gods, but just as an ordinary life.

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