But at this moment, at this point in time.
I personally felt that I saw these "people" from four different perspectives, these "people" who had self-awareness as soon as they were born.
Although she was very good at controlling her emotions, she still couldn't avoid losing control of her mind.
Especially when she found that they were sizing each other up - but more like gazing at themselves through their companions' skins - this feeling was about to explode.
This is, impossible, right?
No matter how outrageous it is, this is at most the result of the first cell division in history, and a reproduction of the scene at that time.
This is similar to the left eye's retracing function, both of which replay images from the past to look for clues.
She has done this many times, but no matter which time, none of the characters in the time projection has ever discovered her as an intruder.
How could this happen?
"The characters in Time Projection discover that they are actually projections, people who have disappeared in history." This is what it's like.
How could anyone do that?
"Of course not ordinary people." One of them - Hitzfeld couldn't see their faces clearly, but he knew it was the woman with smooth silver hair and purple eyes who spoke, "But I'm afraid we are not ordinary people, little guy... According to the description of later generations, we are the original gods of Namiia."
Namiya... the primordial god...
So they are ancient gods? The oldest legends that those people mentioned and recorded in the "Record of Ancient Gods"?
"I'm afraid that's what's going on."
etc--
Hitzfeld reacted suddenly.
How does she know what I'm thinking?
"You are wearing my Crown of Wisdom, and you still want to hide your thoughts from me?" The silver-haired woman pursed her lips and smiled, raising her hand and gently pressing it to her forehead.
From the perspective of the other three people, Hitzfeld could clearly see that a bunch of silver-white hair spontaneously curled up and formed on top of her head as she moved... and actually formed a bright silver crown with a gorgeous shape and intricate patterns engraved on it.
This looks much more powerful than the broken iron ring on his head... but it also has its imperfections. There is a groove in the center of the crown, and Hitzfeld has the illusion that it seems to be missing something.
"Moins, can you lend me your Holy Spear of Disaster?" the silver-haired woman said in a crisp voice.
From the side perspective, another black-haired primordial goddess silently raised her hand.
Space twisted and bent under her hands... She drew magma and earthquakes from the center of the earth, storms and tsunamis from the edge of the sky, condensed them into a small dot, and then extended them to both sides from nothing to construct the outline of a spear.
"Stab me." The silver-haired woman said again, "Take my blood."
The spear is like a shadow.
Hitzfeld couldn't see anything clearly, he just felt a distortion and blur in front of his eyes.
When she came back to her senses, there was a drop of crystal blood floating in front of the silver-haired woman, and no matter how hard Hitzfeld looked, he could not find any wounds on her body.
What on earth am I facing?
She trembled inside.
Was I dazzled just now?
That spear...
How could it be created by a hurricane or tsunami...
"It's a disaster." The silver-haired woman said, "The Holy Spear of Disaster represents destruction. It can control all natural disasters, including volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, storms, tsunamis...even droughts and plagues."
As she spoke, she pressed the drop of blood against the silver crown, allowing it to embed into the central groove and reshape into a multi-faceted blood-red ruby.
"At this point... the Crown of Wisdom is truly complete."
She sighed and looked at the woman with the gun with some jealousy.
"Compared to people like you who were given power directly by the mother tree, we are like premature babies... But jealousy will make me lose my dignity, and I don't want to be jealous."
"It will also make your beautiful face become hateful~"
Another red-haired goddess started to tease her, and then she looked at the goddess holding the gun: "So Xiao Mo... help me too?"
"Hmm..." The gun-wielding goddess agreed reluctantly. As the shadow of the gun blurred, a beautiful necklace shining with gold, red and silver appeared around the neck of the red-haired goddess.
Why do they only look for those with guns?
Hitzfeld was a little confused.
There are currently three goddesses interacting with each other, and she can see clearly - the fourth one, who gave her own name and called herself the goddess "Victoria", has been holding a silver cross sword in her hand since she was born.
It is wider and longer than a one-handed sword, and thicker than a half-handed sword. The hilt and other parts of the sword seem to be inlaid with gold edges, but the specific details are not clear.
She always felt that this sword looked familiar...
“Hahaha… I don’t dare use that!”
The silver-haired goddess seemed to have overheard something funny and kept giggling with her hands covering her mouth.
"Although both are higher-level functions than ours, 'destruction' and 'elimination' are different."
Destroy and...eliminate...
"Yes." The silver-haired goddess explained seriously: "The destruction of all things does not mean that their essence will disappear, just like a corpse will be naturally decomposed after falling. Those substances and elements just continue to exist in a different form."
"But 'elimination' is different." She curled her lips and looked at the thing in the sword-wielding goddess's hand.
"If you're unlucky enough to be touched by it, you'll be completely wiped out if its owner wishes."
erase?
Hitzfeld's mind was racing.
She knew why the sword looked familiar.
Although this thing also had the same face as the goddesses, as if covered by a veil and difficult to see clearly, but when she saw this description, the first thing that came to her mind was the Death Tree that disappeared bit by bit during the rebellion of the old royal party.
The effect was incredible. Witnesses described it as "clearing" or "erasing" - the words they used most frequently.
So is this sword the one I copied from the Gray Mist Temple?
With excitement in his heart, Hitzfeld looked at the sword-wielding goddess from the perspective of other goddesses.
The face is not clear, but it is definitely blonde.
Brilliant golden light.
When reflecting light, it is like the blazing sun at noon, and when backlit, it is like the setting sun.
This feeling is very similar.
So she is the Sun King?
Mechanical goddess?
...Could this be the person I'm looking for?
"Oh, the person you are looking for has not been born at this time."
The silver-haired goddess said, "Let me see... I'm afraid you'll have to wait another six billion years before she begins her story."
"Sophia, don't tell her too much about the future."
The blonde goddess said calmly.
The tone is gentle and slightly low.
It sounds very gentle and reliable.
"Her coming here means something must have happened in the future. She came here to seek help. Knowing too much will hurt her."
Before Hitzfeld could come to his senses, the dreamy face with golden hair suddenly approached.
Almost nose to nose with the silver-haired goddess "Sophia", she could feel a pair of emerald eyes staring at her.
"It seems that Sophia is the only one who can communicate with you through the connection of the Crown of Wisdom."
The blonde goddess said.
"Then you can tell me."
"You came to this era and traced back to the origin of life. What do you hope to gain from it?"
I……
"You'd better think carefully before answering."
The goddess' voice turned cold.
"Because there was a negative example before you."
"If your answer does not satisfy me, I cannot let you go back."
Chapter 77: Mythical Road 4
Hitzfeld's scalp and heart were tingling.
Is this a threat?
But how do I know how to answer to satisfy you... I don’t even know who you are, your personality and hobbies, who you hate... I don’t even know if you are good or bad?
Yes - for better or for worse, this question is very important.
Because she had probably already determined that the cross sword in the other party's hand, even if it was not a copy she made, was closely related to the sword from the Gray Mist Temple.
Then they claimed to be the original gods, that is, the "oldest gods" speculated in the "Record of Ancient Gods", who theoretically had infinite lifespans.
Well...if the Mother Tree really exists, and the Mother Tree is actually the origin of the world, then it makes sense that they, who are the incarnations of the Mother Tree, have a lifespan equal to that of the Mother Tree and equal to that of the world.
So the question is: since she has an infinite lifespan, why would she need to find an heir?
Is that right?
Let's assume that the Sun King and the Mechanical Sun Goddess are their heirs, but just like the old king and the immortal prince were unable to ascend to the throne even after growing old, why would they need such an heir?
They must have done something.
Maybe I did something wrong, something bad in the eyes of humans.
Or maybe some drastic changes or disasters happened afterwards.
These factors caused their infinite lifespans to be ended, resulting in the extinction of the second and third generations of gods born after them, and causing the gray fog evil to invade the mortal world.
That's why there needs to be an heir, Goddess Ji Yang, to clean up the mess - does she understand that correctly?
“No problem.” The silver-haired goddess “Sophia” nodded gently. “It is indeed as you thought. Some bad things happened afterwards… But in fact, this matter started earlier than you thought, long before we were born.”
...I don't understand what you are talking about.
"Well, let me give you a rough summary." The silver-haired goddess stepped back a little, staring at Hitzfeld through the green eyes of the blonde goddess, "The era you live in is generally called the 'New Era'."
...That's what happened.
"Before the 'New Era' was the 'Old Era'. The 'New Era' is your story, and the 'Old Era' is our story - including the story of the Mechanical Sun Goddess."
...If you put it that way, I can understand it a little.
Hitzfeld finally came to his senses.
"What distinguishes them is the rebirth of the mother tree." The silver-haired goddess spread her hands. "You may think that the key factor is the 'myth particle', but it is not the case. The reason why the new era is a new era is not just because something is missing. It is because someone saved Namiya, saved the mother tree - and even became it themselves."
…She started saying something unclear again.
"Of course I can't make it too clear to a mortal, right?" The silver-haired goddess giggled, "Otherwise, as Victoria said, it would harm you."
"After all, your time is different from ours."
"Your time is a line, and our time is a circle."
Lines and circles...
Hitzfeld's brows jumped, and he suddenly remembered some dimensional concepts he had read in science fiction novels.
Their time is a circle...so they can see the scene of their own death from the moment they are born?
They exist in the past as if they exist in the future, time has no meaning to them, and they are almost omniscient and omnipotent - so this person... Sofia... she can call out those nouns and concepts, because what will happen in the future is equivalent to looking at the distant scenery for her?
"You are very smart." The silver-haired goddess hummed, "That's pretty much what you understood."
...Then why did you die?
