The saint looked at the other person and said, "You don't look like you were seriously injured or endangered just now."
Just now, Mogaard used the flesh puppet to save his life from the demon lord with great difficulty.
But the cost of using flesh puppets is extremely high. His state just now explained everything, otherwise the Lord of Slaughter would not believe it so easily.
But at this moment, Mogarde looked normal and didn't look injured at all.
Mogarde smiled faintly: "As a former unruly king, I always have some trump cards."
"Really?" The saint chuckled, her usually gentle smile now a little cold, "Just now I heard Zu An was worried, wondering where the historian of time had gone. Now that I think about it, this is not related to us.
Did you come in together?"
Mogarde's expression changed slightly: "The saint is joking. Could it be that you suspect that I am that historian of time? I am Mogarde. The eldest lady and the Lord can't tell the difference."
"The one who held back the Demon Lord at the cost of his life should be the real Mogarde, but..." the saint paused deliberately, and her eyes fell on the other party, "but the one who appeared before we came in
, but not necessarily."
Mogarde smiled awkwardly: "With the power of the Lord, how can we not be able to tell the difference?"
"Not to mention whether the Lord of Slaughter knew about the existence of the Chronicler of Time, even if he did, he and Salame both hoped that Mogarde could escape safely at the time. You just took advantage of their subconscious and then created some reason for the flesh and blood puppet to make him
A few people present believed in the rationality of your appearance, and then you could lurk around everyone as Mogarde openly."
The saint looked at her coldly: "I was deceived by you at first. It wasn't until Zu An mentioned the Historian of Time that I realized there was something wrong with your appearance."
At this time, Mogard sighed, and his whole figure began to twist, and finally returned to his original form. His whole body was wrapped in a large black robe, especially his face was hidden in the shadow of the cloak: "Once it is
If people doubt the rationality of our existence, our disguise will no longer hold up. This time we were in too much of a hurry to make complete arrangements."
The Saint knew what he meant. If the Lord of Slaughter had not taken them through the Light Gate immediately, he would not have appeared in such a hurry.
At that time, the only identity he could forge was that of Mogarde, who had just died.
After all, none of the four people present witnessed Mogarde's death, so he still had enough room for manipulation. The reason he subsequently made up a flesh and blood puppet was reasonable and he successfully deceived everyone.
But no matter how reasonable it is, the whole thing cannot withstand careful scrutiny.
"If you don't follow the Lord of Slaughter and record it, why are you here?" the saint said coldly.
She remembered that Zu An had mentioned before that the Historian of Time would only follow the "protagonist of the world". In the past, whether it was the Lord of Slaughter or the Lord of Demons, their importance and influence on the entire world far exceeded that of others, so the Time
Only then did Shi Guan leave Zu An and his party and go to those two people to record all the major events that happened.
Now it is still understandable that he does not stay with the Lord of Demons, but that he wants to record this legendary heaven.
But instead of continuing to follow the Lord of Slaughter, he followed her and Zu An secretly, which was quite strange.
"Because I have just discovered now that the person with the strongest luck in this world and the one most involved in the world line is not the Lord of Demons, the Lord of Slaughter, or even that Zu An," the historian of time looked at the saint with feverish eyes at this time, "
But you!"
After hearing his words, the saint's expression suddenly turned cold.
The historian took out a book and flipped through it quickly: "According to historical records, you are the eldest lady of the Yumen family, and the Yumen family is just a small family on the edge of the demon clan. How did they cultivate such an outstanding person like you?"
Talent.”
"The record about you in history suddenly appeared. The entire demon clan was about to end. You suddenly appeared out of nowhere and led the demon clan to complete an incredible reversal. You even sealed the Lord of Slaughter in the end. I really can't imagine how you can do it.
get."
"I don't know what you mean when you say history is not history." The saint said coldly, "I only know how to lead the demon clan to resist foreign enemies in every possible way. This time Brother Zu is here, maybe it was his help that allowed us to do that.
thing."
"You want to say that you are the girl Xie next to him who traveled to this era," the historian of time smiled, "Actually, I thought so at the beginning, and I even thought that Zu An and you worked together, or even joined forces
I sealed the Lord of Slaughter only after defeating the Lord of Demons, but after I saw you and got in close contact with you, I realized that everything was so wrong."
At this time, a smile appeared on the saint's face: "Oh, what is so wrong?"
"Because I found that your involvement with this world line is far greater than that of other people. That Miss Xie has absolutely no such ability." The historian of the years closed the book in his hand, "I did not find anything in the history books about you before you became a saint.
Records, so...who are you?"
"You've been following us for so long just to tell us whether we have these things?" The Holy Goddess looked calm, as if what she heard had nothing to do with her.
"Originally I didn't want to show up. We Historians of Time are supposed to hide quietly behind everyone and record all major events in the world, but you insisted on calling me out," Historian of Time smiled, "
If that's the case, then I'll just ask you face to face."
"Oh, aren't you afraid of being silenced?" The saint girl raised her eyebrows.
The Historian of Time shook his head slightly: "Saint, don't be nervous, I have no ill intentions. We Historians of Time only record history, but never participate in history, so your identity will not be revealed."
"Really, but I remember that you personally intervened in the world line in my demon world dungeon before." The saint looked at him coldly, not convinced by his words.
"Hey, you actually have the memory of Miss Xie, that's strange..." The historian scratched his head with a pen, "Could it be a body snatching? But it doesn't look like it, by the way, it's that..."
The saint slowly raised her hand: "It seems that only the dead can keep secrets."
Seeing that she seemed to be planning to take action, there was a sarcastic smile on the corner of Time and Time's mouth: "Since you seem to be preparing to do some wrong things, I have to kindly remind you that we, Time and Time Historians, have to travel through various time and space and enter various places.
This world has long abandoned low-level existences like the physical body. We are now immortal in a sense, so you can't kill me at all."
"Oh? Really..." The saint stopped talking, and a ball of light suddenly appeared in the palm of her hand. The light was even brighter than the sun for an instant, and then the ubiquitous light instantly enveloped the Historian of Time.
The body of the Time Historian began to disappear, and his frightened voice came from the light ball: "How is it possible? You can actually hurt me! This kind of power... I know who you are, you are..."
Before he could finish a sentence, his whole person had completely turned into ashes.