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

Possession?

Seeing Bai Lan's state, Ron's spirit jumped suddenly, and the word "possession" jumped out of his mind.

He couldn't help but think of himself.

He took over the original Ron's body after the real Ron died, and thus survived in the Dusk Continent.

He thought of Noctis, the unlucky young master 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.

The current situation of Bai Lan is very strange. Her strength realm is all soaring wildly in an incredible way. The speed makes Ron's eyelids jump. It is afraid that it will not take long for Bai Lan to become a master of the Destruction Realm. Except for the dozen old monsters of the Andre family who were scared by Archibald and dared not come out, I am afraid that few people can be Bai Lan's opponents.

It seems that a mysterious and powerful existence is constantly forcibly infusing its own power into Bai Lan's body, forcibly raising Bai Lan's strength.

This situation is too similar to possession.

Normal practice would never lead to such a situation.

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

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

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

Although this 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 should have caused considerable damage to Ron's body.

Ron was even more confused. Although he felt that this power didn't seem to have any malice, Ron didn't dare to gamble with his sister-in-law's life. After a brief hesitation, his fingers suddenly bent, and the power on his fingertips suddenly increased. Sharp energy, almost like a substantial sword, tore the air in front of him, making a hissing sound.

Snap.

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

The green jade fingers grabbed Ron's wrist and pulled Ron's arm back.

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

Elsa already had a real body, but compared to walking normally in the Dusk Continent, Elsa seemed to prefer to drill into Ron's body. She seemed to regard Ron's body as her own boudoir.

Moreover, Elsa's recovery was not complete.

Even if she could come out for a breath of fresh air occasionally, most of the time, Elsa was asleep.

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

Moreover, as soon as she appeared, she stopped herself from saving Bai Lan.

Niafu and Philomena also appeared behind Ron. At this moment, the two women's sight 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, and they could naturally see that Ron was communicating with a certain existence.

But whether it was Philomena or Niafu, they could not detect who the existence that was communicating with Ron was, whether it was a man or a woman, where he was, and what he looked like. They could see the shock in each other's eyes at a glance.

It was acceptable that Philomena could not find it, but even the six-winged fallen angel Niafu could not detect the other party's trace, which was a bit scary.

How strong is that?

This is definitely a monster-level existence, right?

But on second thought, it seemed so natural that this monster-level existence appeared next to Ron, as if as long as it was Ron, no matter what kind of existence appeared around him, it would be acceptable.

Ron did not shy away from Philomena and Niafu. They were all comrades who would be together 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 him, 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 deeper existence.

Her eyes were full of sadness.

After a long time, Elsa finally spoke slowly:

"God of the Wilderness, Nabelaer, is going to die!"

Hiss!

Elsa's voice was light and without any anger, but the soft voice made Ron take a breath of cold air instantly.

An indescribable sense of fear instantly struck my heart.

Densely packed small bumps instantly appeared on every inch of my skin.

The God of Wilderness is dying?

What the hell is this?

Moreover, even if the God of Wilderness is dying, what does 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 in front of them seemed quite bad.

Elsa's expression 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 delicate face and see through the deeper existence behind her. Ron's brows were wrinkled, and he looked in the direction of Elsa.

I don't know if there is any existence guiding him in the dark. When Ron looked at Bai Lan again, he seemed to be able to feel that Bai Lan's condition seemed to have changed slightly.

The orange-yellow silk thread looked like the thin and long fluff growing on Bai Lan's body at first glance. The fluff was floating delicately in the breeze.

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

The threads gradually gathered together and woven into a huge vortex... Ah, no, it should be said that the vortex appeared first, and it was this huge vortex that ejected these dense filaments.

There are more things to see.

Ron stared at the vortex in front of him. This strange vortex seemed to connect to another strange world. As his throat moved, Ron felt that his sight was 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 was gray.

Gloomy, without a single light.

It seemed that heavy snow was falling in the sky, and dense things like goose feathers were constantly falling from the sky, covering the ground layer by layer.

Desolate, lonely, and dead.

That was not a world where normal life could 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, and his entire existence had completely appeared in this space. He could feel the smell of decay and decay here, the strange and pungent smell of burning sulfur in the air, and the touch of black snow falling on his body.

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

The black snow did not melt, but lay there quietly. Pressing on it with the tip of his finger, rubbing it gently, it turned into more fine dust.

This is not black snow, but ashes after a fire.

Flicking his fingers to flick off the black stains on his fingertips, Ron 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 at all.

Looking around, there was no trace of light in the whole world.

Perhaps, this fire was burning a long, long time ago, and the fire was so terrible that even though decades, hundreds of years, and thousands of years had passed, the ashes produced by the burning fire had not yet dissipated from the sky, and they still fell like snow.

On the ground, the ashes had already covered a very thick layer.

The ground of this strange world was completely covered by ashes, just like a desert with no clear edges and corners, but only rounded arcs. From the terrain point of view, it seemed like a wide plain.

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

Huh.

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 happened, should be... the cemetery of the gods!

The cemetery of the gods is the burial place of the gods after their fall.

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

Once upon a time, the high priest of the elves, Heferson, saw the bodies of the gods in the cemetery of the gods, especially the body of the mother of all things, which directly led to the collapse of his heart and faith, and he became confused and crazy.

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

Ron knew that he did not really enter this space. Perhaps it was just because of some reasons that his soul temporarily appeared in this area, and even said that everything he saw in front of him was just a false illusion.

His consciousness floated and swayed.

Ron didn't even know how long his consciousness had been floating. Finally, he stopped.

There was a statue in front of him... Was it a statue or a body?

If it is a statue, then it is too lifelike, but if it is a body of a certain existence, then this body is also full of weirdness. The whole body looks extremely stiff, and there is no normal breath of life at all. Even a corpse would not be like this.

In short, this is a very beautiful girl.

She has a tall figure and a hot body.

The dress on her body is also very hot and eye-catching. The metal armor simply covers the chest and buttocks, leaving large areas of beautiful skin exposed in other places. The lines of muscles on the smooth abdomen are also particularly clear, and the thighs are toned, straight and slender.

Although her skin is stiff, you can still see that pretty face.

Unlike the gentle and charming temperament of ordinary women, this girl exudes sexiness and wildness all over her body.

Her long orange hair falls down her back, and at first glance she looks like a female leopard preparing 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's body were caused by the girl in front of him.

This mysterious girl is probably the God of Wilderness, Nabelaer, who is about to die as Elsa said!

In the game, the God of Wilderness did not appear, and there is little information about the God of Wilderness. Ron does not know much about this god, but he has always subconsciously thought that the so-called God of Wilderness should be a big and strong man with bristles all over his body. He really did not expect 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 trembled 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 that his mind suddenly became dazed, and then all kinds of strange pictures began to flash in front of Ron.

He saw that Nabelaer was born from nothingness.

She was like a pure white paper, simple, lively, and full of curiosity about everything in this world.

It was a wild 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 were 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 suppressed and killed evil spirits one by one, and eradicated and destroyed beasts one by one.

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

She was a wild god. 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. It looked good there. There were the most luxurious buildings and angels serving her earnestly. She didn't need to worry about anything, but she didn't like it. In Nabelar's consciousness, the so-called heaven was a cold cage. She wanted to break free from the cage, just like a bird can fly freely in this world.

Then, her consciousness was destroyed.

The newly born consciousness was like a baby, strangled in the cradle.

She was still her, still a pure white paper.

Time and time again.

It was like the endless purgatory, the reincarnation that could not be seen at a glance. Every time her consciousness was born, every time her curiosity about this world became stronger and stronger, her consciousness would be ruthlessly crushed.

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

They would not have the slightest pity 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 change in their boring lives, betting on which god in charge would scream louder, more beautiful, and more pleasant when brainwashed.

Watching 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 Dusk Dynasty was not the first time these gods had self-awareness.

But it 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.

Every time a life died in her hands, Nabelar felt her soul was stimulated.

Nabelar began to think, is it really good 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 the Dusk Continent to run according to its own trajectory?

Why did the gods have to participate in this war, why did they make this war more tragic, why did they destroy the peace and prosperity that the Dusk Continent finally ushered in?

Ron knew that he had seen Nabelar's memory.

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

He saw Nabelar's bloody appearance, and also saw the struggle and pain in Nabelar's eyes.

In the Dusk Temple, they fought bloody battles with the last Dusk King and his sister. They slaughtered countless Dusk people, but also watched their companions fall in front of powerful enemies.

Blood rained in the sky.

The whole world was 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 she already had so many companions and had different ideas in her mind.

It's just that everyone was very careful to hide the impulse in their hearts.

What they lacked was just an opportunity, an opportunity for them to fight back without restraint.

They all knew their fate. After they returned to heaven, those cold and creepy administrators would cruelly clear their consciousness, and they would become a blank sheet of paper again.

What's the difference between this and killing them?

No one wanted this, no one wanted it.

They also wanted to live well, not as gods, but just as an ordinary life.

Chapter 1 is here