This is a goddess who wants to kill her father, well, with filial piety, Muria really has nothing to say, as a father, Muria feels that she needs to ask the god why she wants to kill her father, and learn a lesson, so as not to repeat the mistakes of the past, this is really miserable.

"You want to kill your father?" said Muria, tempting.

"Isn't that obvious?" the goddess tilted her head slightly, looking amorous and exuding wireless charm, but Muria, even though she had the blood of the dragon king, was not interested in the slightest.

"Why?" said Muria, with a solemn expression.

"What, why?"

"Why do you want to kill your father?"

"That's too many, do you know how I was born?" asked the goddess who held the priesthood of war.

"How do I know that. ”

"I was born from my father's heart. ”

"Well, that's a special way to be born!" Muria replied, but he had other thoughts in his mind.

Giving birth to offspring in the heart is not a power that a god can have, this is the authority of the gods of nature, or the original ancient gods, and this kind of existence is very similar to the body of all spirits in the epic.

The difference is that the body of the waiting being is born naturally and conceived by the void. And the epic body of all souls is cultivated through acquired practice and hard work.

"Of course, my father is one of the primordial gods, and I am the second generation of gods he conceived. The main reason why I was born was because my father couldn't control his own power and accidentally conceived me. ”

What a terrifying way of birth, Muria thought as he looked down at his heart, but he really couldn't think of how weak his control over his body would be to give birth to another creature.

Muriya, who now has the same ability as the Lord of the Mountains, really can't empathize, the power he has now is all cultivated by himself, not innate, such a situation can never happen to him if it is not his will.

"The way you were born, your father wants to kill you and regain his power!"

"Yes, my father wanted to kill me because my birth had distracted him from his power. The goddess, who values perfection every week in her body, doesn't care about things that seem to have nothing to do with him, and her expression is very calm.

"So how did you grow up?" said Muria's expression was a little strange. Because he always hides his face, he doesn't need to deliberately control his expression.

"I'm hiding in Tibet, but I have another mother who has nothing to do with me, and only my mother in name helped me, so I was able to grow to where I am now. Now I am still not as strong as my father, but there is nothing he can do to hurt me. ”

"Oh"

"But I've had enough of these days of passive defense, so I want to kill him, but my own strength is not enough. ”

"So you're going to ask me for help,"

"That's right,"

"But why should I help you?"

"Don't you want to get the priesthood of my father, the Sun?"

"Your father's main priesthood is the earth, and the sun is nothing more than a small amount of power in his hands, so you expect me to help you kill against a powerful god?"

Muria mercilessly pointed out the goddess's shameless attempt to empty the white wolf from her, "And what if your father's presiding priesthood is the Sun? Why should I take such a risk to help you?"

"When you say that, can I understand that you are willing to help me kill him as long as I can pay the price that will make your heart move?"

"What can you give me?" Muria was noncommittal, as long as the goddess could make enough money to make his heart move, what if he made a move? Although there is a high probability that he will not be able to kill the lord of the mountains now, there is still a future.

"What do you want? Or, what do you think of me as a reward? If you can help me kill that damn old fellow, I'll be your personal property from now on." ”

"Born goddess, where did you get the confidence to think that you have such a great charm that you can make me an enemy of a powerful god?"

Muria ridiculed the goddess, who had no value in her own right, and was nothing more than an undisciplined deity who changed her form in order to gain more faith.

"Oh, can't you be more tactful?"

"It's that you are too unaware of your own worth. ”

"So, what about these artifacts?"

After thinking for a moment, the goddess of war, who wanted to kill her father, took out more than a dozen pieces of equipment that could be called an artifact by mortals and placed them in front of Muria, which was the trophy he had obtained over tens of thousands of years.

"That's it?" Muria looked at the artifact with regular fluctuations in front of him, and let out a contemptuous voice, and then he confidently took all the artifacts that the goddess took out,

"It's not enough, but it can be used as a deposit, and I reluctantly accept it. ”

"I ......"

The outstretched hand of the goddess of war and victory, Yeringalo, froze in mid-air, and stopped just saying a word, because it was too late, and the artifact she took out for Muria to choose was taken by this guy.

"Is there a problem?" Muriyah looked up at the goddess with a stiff face.

"No, no. Although it was heartbreaking, his goal had been achieved, so the goddess still squeezed out a smile, "You promised to help me?"

"Well, but you have to plan well, have a good plan, in this situation, even if I do my best to help you, the two of us together, it is impossible to kill your father. ”

Even if Muria doesn't know the specifics of the existence of the title of Lord of the Mountains who also has the father of this goddess, but just based on the level of divine power and the priesthood he controls, he knows what a god-resistant god this is.

"This is also a problem, this old guy's attack ability can only be regarded as average in the powerful divine power, but his defense is among the gods I know, and no one can surpass him. ”

The goddess's face became gloomy, as if it was because she was a descendant of the primordial ancient gods, although he controlled the priesthoods of [War], [Hope] and so on, but these priesthoods had little influence on her personality.

"How strong is it?"

"The old guy has an armor called Wanzhongshan, and I have seen him wear Wanzhongshan against another powerful god, and the most powerful attack of that powerful god only knocked off some debris, and did not hurt his god. ”

"......" Muria was silent, quietly listening to the goddess. Some wonder if this goddess has a hole in her brain, and her powerful divine power can't break her father's defense, and she still wants to her father.

"Of course, it was mainly because of the god who was fighting against my father at that time, and his priesthood was the ocean, and he was born to deal with my father, and his destructive power was not very good, so he caused such an embarrassing situation. If it is a priesthood like [Death] [Killing], the effect will definitely be different. ”

......

And just as Muria was discussing with the goddess how to kill his father and inherit the inheritance.

In one of the floating cities, which had been built by Muria and was ready to be used as a rear, the girl returned here at the first time without her sister to watch her father who brought back a goddess, and found a weak girl who was enjoying the scenery.

"Didn't you remember who you really are? Mother. ”

Gladys looked at the girl with a weak temperament, her expression was full of helplessness, "If you can't remember your true identity, your father may have to do something sorry for you." ”

"Gladys, you're here. ”

Seeing the arrival of the girl with twelve wings of light behind her, the girl who was sitting on the edge of a lookout in the floating city, quietly overlooking the splendid land below, turned her head and showed a shallow smile, gentle and polite, and a dignified and elegant temperament was born.

Seeing a girl in such a posture, Gladyse suddenly frowned, this was not what she wanted to see.

"Is it still the same as before?"

Muria's eldest daughter sighed, not hiding her disappointment in front of her mother's reincarnation.

"It seems that the way I am now has disappointed you again. I'm sorry though, I can't really recall any memories associated with you. The princess from the Yuguang civilization showed a faint apology.

"You don't have to apologize, even if you can't remember anything, you are also my mother, how can there be a reason for a mother to apologize to her daughter. ”

Gladys turned to her side, calming the slightly agitated mood in her heart.

"What's going on?" With a gesture, the girl who perfectly fits the Yuguang civilization's definition of a princess has a curious look on her face.

"My father, your partner, brought back a goddess from nowhere, and when he came back, he went straight into a palace, blocking all perception, and I don't know what the two of them are doing now. ”

In such an ambiguous way, it was actually Gladys's intention, she believed that her father would not mess around, but she wanted to stimulate her mother to wake her from her slumber.

"Well, what's going on?"

Although she didn't have any memories of spending time with that being named Muria, Princess Miko still felt a wave of anger for no reason, which was anger from the depths of her soul.

"That's ......"

Gladys, who had come here to deliberately make a black appearance, was keenly aware of the change, and then she began to recount the incident in detail.

So, with the narration of Muria's eldest daughter, Princess Yuguang's elegant temperament gradually dissipated, and a crimson flame ignited in her eyes......