The answer from the dragon leader stunned Modir on the spot. The old mage had always thought that he had a firm mind and handled things calmly. No matter what kind of situation he encountered, he would rarely fall into a state of shock. But at this moment, he knew that his calm state of mind was only because he had never encountered a truly outrageous situation. A god who had been missing for more than 1.8 million years suddenly appeared in front of him with a bang. No matter how calm he usually was, at this moment, there were huge waves in his usually calm state of mind.
"You … tell me in detail." Modir could not help but lean forward. His face was full of astonishment and curiosity. "A missing ancient god? Is there such a thing as a 'missing' god? "
"Of course there is. Gods can even be killed, banished, run away, hide, and even commit suicide under certain circumstances. Divinity and humanity are two sides of the same coin," Helagol said with a serious expression. But before he continued to answer Modir's question, he first confirmed the old mage's condition. "Talking about gods is a dangerous thing. I have to confirm your situation first, Master Modir. Are you sure you faced that … god? And you heard her voice? "
"I'm sure, a hundred percent sure. Otherwise, why would I joke about this?"
"Sorry, it's just that this is too bizarre. I can't help but want to confirm it a few more times." Helagol nodded. "When you heard her voice and saw her figure, you didn't feel that your mind was contaminated? Including when you woke up, you didn't hear any continuous ravings or other strange sounds in your mind? "
"No, I'm also curious about this. I know what mental contamination is. In some ancient ruins and relics, I've come into contact with relics with mental contamination. The contamination caused by evil spirits and vengeful spirits can last for a long time. But after seeing the figure of the 'lady,' I didn't suffer any lasting damage. But by the way, although the 'lady' did not cause any contamination, the terrible existence that ran out of the city ruins gave me an extremely dangerous feeling. I'm sure that if I had looked at her for even one more time, it would have been difficult for me to escape unscathed."
"You mentioned that there was a starry sky pattern on the throne of the 'lady,' but you can't remember the specific content at all?" Helagol continued to ask, "And you tried to record the dream described by the 'lady,' but when you woke up, you found that the corresponding notes had become unrecognizable graffiti?"
Modir nodded. "Yes, it's as if some kind of power is preventing this knowledge from entering the real world. Whether it's through my memories or through my notes, all traces have been erased."
Helagol frowned and muttered to himself in confusion, "… A typical 'miracle' of a god, but without the corresponding divine corruption … What happened to 'Him'? And there's also the starry sky. The starry sky shouldn't be under his control … "
"So which god are you talking about?" Modir finally could not help but ask. "I've already …"
"The Goddess of Shadow, the Lady of the Night, the master and protector of the shadow and night. Her mythical characteristics are her huge body, the long dress that can cover the earth like the night, the light and shadow that wander around her, and the black and white scepter that separates the boundary between light and shadow." Helagol no longer hid anything. He looked into Modir's eyes and said, "In this era, except for a few ancient Dragons and … ancient beings, no mortal knows the accurate description of these mythical characteristics."
Modir sat at the table and opened his mouth. After a few seconds, he said, "Oh … So this god has gone missing …"
"Yes, missing. But very few mortal races in the world know this," Helagol said slowly. "Those who can master the Path of Shadow have always been few, and the mortals who worship her are even fewer. Because there is almost no response from the divine domain and clear oracle, the Shadow faith is thin, loose, and intermittent in every civilization. People think that the Goddess of Shadow or the Lady of the Night is a god who does not care about the mortal world. Some even question whether this god is real. But only the most ancient beings know that the Goddess of Shadow does exist, but … she has been missing for more than 1.8 million years, and after her disappearance, this world has strangely never produced a new Shadow god."
The ancient dragon, who had experienced the changes of civilization again and again, spoke in a low voice. He himself was an 'ancient being' who knew the secrets. In his youth, before the arrival of the Voyager, when the Giant Dragon was just one of the many supernatural races on this planet, and when there were many intelligent races and corresponding gods on the other continents, he knew about the Goddess of Shadow. She was one of the main gods of the Loren Continent at that time, the Lord of the Night that was worshipped by several dark races. Her mythological characteristics were just as described by Modir.
After the arrival of the Voyager, the Dragons chose to isolate themselves. Other than Tarlonde, the other gods who had fallen into madness were purged. Almost all the gods were completely destroyed by the Voyager's expeditionary fleet. Only the Goddess of Shadow … seemed to have miraculously escaped the Voyager's hunt.
Only a handful of people on the planet knew about this, and this handful of people obviously did not include Modir.
So the scenes described by the great adventurer could not have been made up by him.
"… Looks like I'm in big trouble." Modir looked at the increasingly serious expression on the face of the Giant Dragon leader in front of him. He nodded and said in a very experienced manner, "Yeah, big trouble again."
Helagol looked at the great adventurer in front of him very seriously. "Have you ever come into contact with the strange relics in the Shadow Realm, or touched something similar to the relics of the gods?"
"I don't remember." Modir shook his head honestly. "I don't even remember going to a strange place like the Shadow Realm, let alone coming into contact with the relics of the gods related to it … But you know this memory of mine, who can say for sure?"
"… That is indeed a problem." Helagol looked away and said with a little helplessness. Modir recalled the details in his memory and asked, "Then about the distorted thing that appeared from the ruins of the city … What do you know?"
Helagol pondered with a serious expression as if he was going through his nearly two-million-year-old memory. But in the end, he still shook his head regretfully. "I have never heard of or seen anything similar to it … It must have never appeared in the real world, but one thing is certain … If the lady you saw is the Mistress of the Night who has been missing for more than 1.8 million years, then the one fighting against her can only be another god, or an existence equal to the gods."
Modir held his head with his hand as if he had a headache. "… If that is the case, then it is the ugliest god I have ever heard of. Then again, how did I suddenly come into contact with these existences? "
"I don't know the reason, but most of the time when it comes to the realm of the gods, mortals and gods have no right to decide their own fate. Maybe it is just a coincidence, or maybe it originated from an accident many years ago." Helagol looked up, his attitude was very solemn and sincere. "Whatever the reason, you have been entangled with fate, Master Modir. Please be careful from now on. After leaving here, if it is not necessary, do not talk about your dreams with ordinary people. It is also best not to mention any words about the Mistress of the Night and the distorted thing of Chaos, to prevent the two high beings from establishing a further connection with you through the power of words and cognition.
"Also, if you encounter any similar strange experiences in the future, please come to me immediately and let me check the state of your soul. At the very least, when it comes to the domain of the gods, I know a little more than ordinary people."
"I understand, and thank you very much for your help, Your Excellency Helagol." Modir nodded sincerely to express his gratitude. He knew that it was very rare for a leader of the ancient Giant Dragon like Helagol to be willing to personally help an alien of unknown origin. Perhaps the leader of the Dragons had his own plans, but whether it was the ancient information he had just revealed, or the subsequent help he was willing to provide, it was all real.
Helagol nodded gently, but at the same time, he did not forget the purpose of calling Modir here. "By the way, Master Modir, I actually called you here today for another matter."
"Ah, yes, I would have forgotten if you didn't mention it." Modir suddenly slapped his head. "Why did you call me here?"
"… Please stay in the adventurer's camp for the time being. There is a guest from afar who wants to see you," Helagol said slowly, choosing his words carefully. "She has set off from the Lolun Continent and should be here soon."
"A guest from afar? Coming here just to see me? " Modir was stunned. He could not think of anyone in the world who would go through so much trouble to cross the ocean just to see an old man with a bad memory like him. After all, he had no relatives or friends in this world. "Who is it? I don't remember owing a debt that could force someone to cross the ocean to collect … "
"It's one of your descendants," Helagol could not help but interrupt the old mage's overly divergent thoughts. "We … 'found' one of your descendants in the Lolun Continent."
As he spoke, he stared at Modir's expression, sensing the magical waves on his body, and paying attention to all the reactions of the great adventurer after hearing the news. Modir fell into a state of shock for a full ten seconds after Helagol's voice trailed off. It was not until the leader of the Dragons in front of him could not help but cough twice that Modir suddenly reacted. He stared and said, "What?"
"It's one of your descendants …"
"Oh, oh, I heard you clearly, I heard you clearly, my descendant. I just couldn't react in time." Modir did not wait for the other party to finish. He waved his hand and quickly said, "But … are you serious? Not joking? My descendant?! Where did you find her? Descendant … I didn't even know I had a descendant … "
His reaction was within Helagol's expectations. The latter just quietly waited for the old mage to calm down before he said in a low voice, "We used a more special channel, and in a sense … your descendant is actually not difficult to find. It's just that the situation is a little special, and I can't explain it to you in detail now."
"Alright, alright, there's nothing special about my body …" Modir could not help but summon a bright arcane ball in his hand as he spoke. He kept spinning the dangerous ball of energy between his fingers, as if he could not calm down completely if he did not do so. "Descendant, hah, you've found my descendant … Wait, what's the surname of my descendant? What does she do? "
He looked up and stared at Helagol, but the latter could only helplessly spread his hands. "Sorry, there's a situation …"
"Oh, oh, okay, I won't ask." Modir seemed to have understood something when he saw the other party's reaction, although he was not sure if he understood it or not. "It seems that the situation is quite special, right? Then I'll just go back and wait … Say, is there anything else I need to prepare? Like a greeting gift or something? "
"… That's your descendant, she should be the one to prepare," Helagol said helplessly. "All you need to do is wait."
"That's true …"
In the face of this sudden news, the great adventurer was really at a loss. He then confirmed a lot of things with Helagol, and after a full half an hour, he finally left the room with a weird expression.
The reception room suddenly became quiet, and only Helagol was left sitting quietly behind the table. The leader of the Dragons looked in the direction where the old mage left, and after a long time, he gently knocked on a spot on the table. Under the activation of the ancient and mysterious magical device, the wall on one side of the room gradually lit up, and the figure of the black Giant Dragon Andal appeared in the middle of the screen.
"Directly revealing the 'descendant' seems to have put the great adventurer at a loss," Helagol said with a frown. "Is this really appropriate?"
"This is Lady Victoria's request, and it has also been approved by Gwen Cecil," Andal said in a low voice. "They will eventually have to come into contact, and we can also observe whether there will be any new changes in Modir from this contact process, which will be good for further understanding his' symptoms. ' As for his consciousness interruption and the hidden danger of reset … Haven't we already tested it? As long as we don't directly tell him the surname 'Werder,' there will be no problem. Even if he hears the surname 'Werder,' it will be fine, as long as we don't tell him that the surname is his. "
"… The reaction of the undead, huh …" Helagol whispered, then shook his head and changed the topic. "You have heard the 'experience' that Modir mentioned just now, what do you think?"
"The lady with the black-and-white scepter should be the Goddess of Shadow who escaped from the Voyager more than 1.8 million years ago. Whether it is the mythical characteristics or the strange situation, they can all be seen as evidence. I really didn't expect that such an unsolved case that has been pending for nearly two million years would suddenly have a clue today, and it even points to the dream of a mortal. Life is unpredictable."
"Perhaps Modir's strange state now is due to the influence of the ancient god." Helagol nodded gently. "There are too many mysteries behind this matter. Where the ancient god is now, what state he is in, what is his purpose … These are all unknown. Perhaps we should also do our duty as member states and submit a report at the next internal meeting of the Theocratic Council. "
"That's for sure," Andal said with a solemn expression. "In fact, compared to the clue of the 'Lady of the Night,' I am more concerned about the other 'suspected god' that Modir mentioned … that indescribable monster."
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