They all call me an evil god Vol. 2 [MTL]

Ch 204

Chapter 204 

A hundred meters below the Forbidden Layer, there was still an endless white mist.

Alana stayed where she was for a moment, not feeling any discomfort. Arcs of electricity in the mist jumped across her skin, leaving only the faint coolness of the wind blowing through.

She continued to walk down, stopping from time to time to look around.

But for almost ten minutes, nothing happened. She didn't breathe or have a heartbeat, so the world fell into complete silence, and one wondered if she had lost her hearing.

She was like a piece of sand in the desert carried forward by the wind, small and powerless. Gradually, the mind becomes chaotic and blurred, and the way from which it comes from disappears.

At this moment, some small and distant whisper suddenly broke into the silent world, inducing an alarm in the depths of her soul.

Alana stopped abruptly, closing her eyes to clear her thoughts.

It is really a lost place, and even the gods have a terrifying space from which they can return. However, the experience just now gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if she had struggled in this state for a long time before.

She shook her head, no longer remembering, and moved quickly in the direction of her babbling.

As the distance closes, the babbling grows louder and louder, like tens of thousands of tiny fragments of voices sounding at the same time, not even in human language.

Several black irregular fragments burst into view, the largest one the size of an adult's palm, the smallest one the size of a fingernail, like the remains of something that had been shattered.

Before she could get closer, one of the ping-pong ball-sized pieces of fluid swooped in, and she caught it quickly.

- The fifth Godhead fragment of the God of the Dead.

Just now, it was calling her.

Finally completed the first task, the next thing is to find the half of the Godhead fragment left by the God of Nature, I don't know if it will take the initiative to call, if not, it will be in trouble.

Just thinking this, the fragment in his hand suddenly detached and fell half a meter in the air towards the left front.

"You want to lead the way?" Alana asked.

The shard, of course, didn't speak, but fell forward again as she got closer.

Alana followed it step by step, and after walking more than ten meters, she suddenly saw a strange scene.

It was like an endless ocean current, with a cross-section of about half a meter wide in a circle, which came from the depths of the white fog and disappeared from the edge of the white fog. There seemed to be something colorful floating in the current, too small to see.

She didn't have any supernatural energy, but she instinctively felt a hint of threat. It was as if the rules were warning her that it wasn't something she could easily touch.

"Welcome, my successor!" A clear and excited young male voice rang out.

Alanna's heart jumped, and she looked down to find the Godhead Fragment floating next to a golden triangular hedron.

"Wieland · Anson, the god of the undead?"

"Oh no, Miss Successor, now you are the god of the dead, and I am just a fragment of my soul exiled to a lost land."

Alana secretly breathed a sigh of relief and took the fragment of Godhead into her arms, "Are you really still alive?"

"You're not accurate when you say that, I'm just not dead, but I'm not alive either. Now that you're here, guess how I avoided death.

"Using the Fragment of Godhead?" She remembered that the Night had said that the Fragment of Godhead was the most indestructible thing in the world, and that even the Lost Lands could crush it.

"Clever!" Wieland's volume suddenly increased, and his speech speed increased, with a kind of excitement and impatience of "being locked up for half his life, and finally catching a living one".

"Before falling into the Lost Land, I used the Fragment of Godhead as a shield and stopped in front of the spirits! How's that, isn't it a great idea?!

Alana was silent for two seconds, trying to understand his feelings, and then spoke softly.

"So, after the fall of the gods, they may not die completely, and the soul fragments may sleep in the Lost Land, and if they can be put together, they can be resurrected?"

"That's right, but there are two things to note. One is the pieced together soul fragments, which need a suitable carrier, otherwise they cannot return to the earthly world; The second is that the longer the soul sleeps, the more chaotic the consciousness becomes, and it needs to be cultivated slowly.

"A suitable carrier, referring to my clay sculpture?"

"Yes, there's no better option than that."

"What if I put a god bone in the clay sculpture? Does it speed up the repair of the soul?

Wieland paused for a few seconds, "Miss Successor, you're more powerful than I thought. If you can merge into the god bones, the awakened god may return to the kingdom of God.

"That's good," Alanna upturned her lips.

"Miss Successor, you haven't told me yet, what is your name?" Wieland asked.

"Alanna · Soth," she paused, "by the way, my father's name is Norton · Soth, and he used to be called Thorin · Rann.

The former god of the dead, who had been wandering in the Lost Land for half a century, received a long-lost mental attack, and after falling into a dead silence for nearly half a minute, he spoke word by word.

"You mean, you're the daughter of my Pope Thorin."

"Yes," Alanna asked, pretending to be puzzled, "didn't you make Thorin do that?" Of

course not!" If Wieland had a body, he should jump up and touch a cigarette at this time and take a big puff to suppress the shock, "I just asked him to summon the evil god, and he directly raised the evil god as a daughter?" Wieland

absolutely believes in the character and abilities of Thorin, oh no, now Norton. Otherwise, he would not be entrusted with the task of surviving the world and finding the next god.

But "adopt an evil god"!? What kind of spirit supported him to make this decision? And it looks like this successor lady willingly takes him as a father?!

Even if Wieland thought he was a gentleman with culture and grace, at this time there were only low-level words like "holding grass" in his mind.

"Your Majesty Wiland," Alana said to interrupt his lingering emotions, "I've always had a question to ask.

"Did you ask your father to summon an evil god from the deep sea because you saw my future?"

Wieland returned to the state of "talking about business" for a second, "Why do you ask that?"

"Truth be told, Mortimer, the god of wisdom, is planning an extermination. I came to the deep not just for the last fragment of the undead, but also for the half of the fragment that the gods of nature had left me.

"I wonder what kind of future you see in the gap in time and space," she paused.

"In other words, I wondered, how can we win?"

Wieland thought for a moment, then asked, "Miss Alana, have you seen Mortimer?" He has shown you the true nature of the kingdom of God, right?

"Yes."

"I knew this guy would do that, you're from the deep sea, and the place he wants to go to is the deep sea. Even if you are an enemy, He will not miss the opportunity to communicate with you.

"Now that you know the truth, then you should understand that your soul toughness surpasses that of the gods, and your essence is a border pollution of a level higher than the gods."

"How can I possibly see your future?"

To be precise, even the God of Prophecy cannot spy on her future, otherwise the God of Wisdom who devours the power of prophecy will be invincible.

Alana frowned, "But you've figured out how to summon the evil god, haven't you?" "It can't be a blind cat that meets a dead mouse?

"Of course not," said Wieland, unhurriedly, "I have used all my authority to spy on a glimmer of earthly future. A century after my fall, the world remains peaceful.

"That's all."

The implication was that he saw a future in which the world would not be destroyed, indicating that the method of "summoning evil gods" was successful, but he did not know what would happen to Alanna and the gods.

"I see." Alana doesn't have too many regrets, at least her father will live well with Theodore and Liz in the future.

"Miss Alana," Wieland couldn't help but say, "Actually, I think you can be optimistic.

"Huh?" Alana looked at the golden hedron silently.

"I used to be a god, even the most special of gods, so I know where the boundaries of God's power are."

"But you're different, you're a being from a lost land, and calling you an 'evil god' just because there's no better term doesn't mean you're the same kind of creature as God."

"In fact, no one or god knows where the boundaries of your power are."

Alanna raised an eyebrow, "Sounds like you're more confident than I am."

Wieland smiled lightly, "Why don't you let me take you somewhere, maybe when you get there, you will have a clearer understanding of your own nature."

"Alany," Alana gathered all the shards, holding the golden hedron and walking into the depths of the white mist.

After a few minutes, Alana noticed that the white fog had thinned and the number of "currents" in her field of vision had increased. They are like galaxies that crisscross back and forth in the deep space of the universe, layered on top of each other and do not intersect each other.

Among them is a special "current", which glows with a faint light silver light, and is several times thicker than other "currents". The flickering particles are even denser, giving her an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"What are these?" Alana asked.

"I don't know," Wieland was honest, "but I think you might be able to guess a thing or two."

Alana took a deep breath and cautiously moved towards the silver current, finally stopping three meters away from its edge. You can't get any closer, otherwise you may be "pulled" by unknown forces, causing unpredictable consequences.

She looked closely, and the particles of the ocean current gradually became clear, and it was a myriad of broken images.

Some are natural landscapes dyed red by the sunset, and some are humanistic interactions of children crossing the road hand in hand.

As the currents move forward or backward, these images change slightly but almost continuously.

- Time flow.

Those three words popped into Alanna's head. "Ocean Current" seems to be the evolution of civilization from a four-dimensional perspective, and she feels familiar because she comes from this civilization?

Is it the future of this civilization that humanity has shaped the world today?

So what exactly does her existence amount to, a bug that fell from the Overworld? What is the essence of the deep sea, the Multiverse server room?

"Miss Alana?" Wieland's voice rang out again.

"Huh?"

Alana woke up from her thoughts and took two steps back.

"What do you see, what do you think?" Wieland asked.

Alana pointed to the current, "Can you see what's in it?"

Wieland shook his head very dryly, "No, it's chaos for me, no matter how long I look at it." And I can't get too close, or I'll die out completely.

"Why do you say that, it's intuition?"

"No, I happened to witness a god soul fragment crystal crashing into it. At the moment of contact, the arc in the white mist instantly shone brightly, turning the crystals into powder.

"I don't know who that bad luck guy is, but I don't want to repeat this tragedy."

"yes, I see." Alana didn't say much.

"Do you have some bold guesses?" Wieland asked tentatively.

"Why do you say that?"

"You look like you've discovered the secrets of the world, but you choose to keep a kind silence for fear that others won't understand and accept it."