The saintess glanced at the other person and said, "You don't look like you were seriously injured and on the verge of death just now."
Just now, Morgad used the flesh puppet technique to barely save his life from the Demon Lord.
However, the cost of using the flesh puppet is extremely high, and his condition just now proved everything; otherwise, the Lord of Slaughter wouldn't have believed it so easily.
But at this moment, Mogad looked perfectly normal, not at all like someone who was injured.
Morgad smiled faintly: "As a former king of incest, you must have some trump cards up your sleeve."
"Is that so?" The saintess chuckled, her usually gentle smile now somewhat cold. "I just heard Zuan worrying about where that historian of time had gone. Now that I think about it, he came in with us."
Mogard's expression changed slightly: "Saintess, you are joking. Do you suspect that I am that so-called Historian of Time? I am Mogard. Surely you can tell the difference between the young lady and the lord."
“The one who held back the Demon Lord at the cost of his life should be the real Morgard, but…” The saint deliberately paused, her scrutinizing gaze falling on him, “but the one who appeared before we came in may not be.”
Moghad smiled somewhat awkwardly: "With His Majesty's abilities, how could he not be able to tell the difference?"
"Let's not even talk about whether the Lord of Slaughter knew about the existence of the Historians of Time. Even if he did, he and Salami hoped that Morgard could escape safely. You used their subconscious to create the reason of a flesh and blood puppet, making the few people present believe in the legitimacy of your appearance. Then you were able to openly infiltrate among them as Morgard."
The saintess looked at her coldly: "I was fooled by you at first, but it wasn't until Zaun mentioned the Historian of Time that I realized there was something wrong with your appearance."
At this moment, Morgad sighed, his entire body began to twist, and finally returned to his original form, his whole body wrapped in a wide black robe, especially his face, which was hidden in the shadow of the cloak: "Once people doubt the legitimacy of our existence, our disguise will not stand. This time we were too hasty and could not make complete arrangements."
The Holy Maiden understood his meaning; if the Lord of Slaughter hadn't been about to lead them through the portal, he wouldn't have appeared in such a hurry.
At that time, the only identity he could forge was that of Moghad, who had just died covering the retreat.
Since none of the four people present witnessed Morgad's death, he still had enough room to maneuver. The reason he later fabricated about a flesh and blood puppet was quite plausible, and he successfully deceived everyone.
But no matter how reasonable it seems, the whole thing can't withstand close scrutiny.
"Why aren't you following the Lord of Slaughter to record things? What are you doing here?" the saintess said coldly.
She remembered that Zaun had mentioned before that the Historians of Time would only follow the "protagonists of the world." Previously, whether it was the Lord of Slaughter or the Lord of Demons, their importance and influence on the world far exceeded that of others. That's why the Historians of Time left Zaun and his group to go and record the various major events that happened.
It's understandable that he's not staying by the side of the Demon Lord now; he's here to record the legendary Heavenly Court.
It's quite strange that he didn't continue to follow the Lord of Slaughter, but instead secretly followed her and Zaun.
"Because I've only just realized that the world with the strongest destiny, and the one most intertwined with the timeline, isn't the Lord of Demons, the Lord of Slaughter, or even that Zaun," the Historian of Time said, his eyes burning with fervor as he gazed at the Saintess, "but you!"
Upon hearing his words, the saintess's expression immediately turned cold.
The historian took out a book and flipped through it quickly: "According to historical records, you are the eldest daughter of the Yumen family, but the Yumen family is just a small family on the edge of the demon race. How could they have cultivated such an outstanding talent as you?"
"The historical records about you appeared suddenly. The entire demon race was about to perish, but you suddenly appeared out of nowhere and led the demon race to complete an incredible reversal. You even sealed the Lord of Slaughter in the end. I really can't imagine how you could do it."
"I don't know what you mean by history," the Holy Maiden said coldly. "I only know that I did everything I could to lead the demon race to resist foreign enemies. This time, Brother Zu came, and perhaps it was with his help that we were able to accomplish that task."
"You mean you're the Miss Xie who was by his side, and you've traveled to this era?" The Historian of Time smiled. "Actually, that's what I thought at first too. I even thought that it was Zu'an and you who worked together, and even joined forces with the Lord of Demons, to seal the Lord of Slaughter. But after I saw you and got to know you up close, I realized that everything was so ridiculously wrong."
The saintess then revealed a smile: "Oh, what exactly is so outrageously wrong?"
“Because I discovered that your connection to this timeline far surpasses that of others; that Miss Xie certainly doesn’t possess such abilities,” the historian closed the book in his hand. “I found no record of you before you became a saintess in the history books, so who… exactly are you?”
"You've been following us for so long, just to spout this nonsense?" The saintess's expression was calm, as if what she was hearing had nothing to do with her.
“I didn’t want to show myself either. We historians of time are supposed to quietly hide behind everyone and record all the major events that happen in the world, but you insisted on calling me out,” the historian of time smiled. “In that case, I’ll just ask you directly.”
"Oh, aren't you afraid of being silenced?" The saintess raised an eyebrow.
The historian shook his head slightly: "Holy Maiden, please do not be nervous. I have no ill intentions. We historians only record history, but we never participate in it, so we will not reveal your identity."
"Is that so? But I remember you personally intervened in the timeline in my demon world dungeon before." The saintess stared at him coldly, unconvinced by his words.
"Huh, you actually have memories of that Miss Xie too, that's strange..." The historian scratched his head, pen in hand. "Could it be possession? But it doesn't seem like it. Oh right, it's that..."
The saintess slowly raised her hand: "It seems that only the dead can keep secrets."
Seeing that she seemed to be about to make a move, Time and Time smiled sarcastically: "Given that you seem to be about to do something wrong, I have to kindly remind you that we Historians of Time travel through different times and spaces and enter various worlds. We have long since abandoned the lowly existence of the physical body. In a sense, we are now immortal and indestructible, so you can't kill me at all."
"Oh? Is that so..." The saintess stopped speaking, and a ball of light suddenly appeared in her palm. The light was even more dazzling than the sun for a moment, and then the omnipresent light instantly enveloped the historian of time.
The historian's body began to disappear, and his terrified voice came from within the ball of light: "How is this possible? You actually managed to hurt me! This power... I know who you are now, you are..."
Before he could finish speaking, he had completely turned to ashes.
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