Myth: I am God!

Chapter 127 New Companion, Elsa the Elf.

"An elf?"

Upon hearing the girl's account, the scholar Thales became curious. He seemed to have gleaned some fleeting glimpses of her story while he was in Athens, perhaps from perusing ancient scrolls or listening to the drunken tales of ancient wanderers.

According to legend.

This is a creature that lives in the far north, and is beautiful and knowledgeable in witchcraft and magic.

However, that was all Thales knew.

As a scholar, he naturally developed a curiosity about the unknown.

This is an innate instinct of philosophers, and also the nature of poets.

"You mean, you crossed those endless glaciers and snowfields, coming from the North to Middle-earth?"

"And you even traveled through various states and kingdoms to get here?"

"How did you do that? And why?"

Thales was somewhat surprised.

The elven girl was taken aback by what she heard. She looked up at Thales with a bewildered expression, her jewel-like eyes glancing at him.

I felt inexplicably blushing seeing this innocent scholar...

Immediately afterwards, the elven girl glanced warily at Perseus, who was staring at her fiercely beside her.

Seeing that these people didn't intend to kill her for the time being, she felt slightly relieved.

However, she still cautiously said, "If you...don't kill me...I'll tell..."

Thales glanced at Perseus beside him, then at Isaac.

Isaac saw that the elven girl seemed to have no ill intentions; her previous tricks and entanglement with vines were just like a kitten guarding its territory.

Besides, he needed to get some information from the elf girl.

So he gave Perseus a look, and Perseus immediately sheathed his sword and gradually withdrew the intense killing intent that had been emanating from his body.

At this moment, the elven girl's face turned pale.

Gradually calming down, the girl opened her beautiful eyes, looked at Thales, sighed softly, and said, "You're right..."

"I do indeed come from the North..."

"I am the youngest and most promising elf of the Alf Forest."

"Summoned by the Elf King, search for the remnants of the World Tree..."

"I followed the great journey of many human clans southward, traversing glaciers and snowfields."

"We have arrived in this bountiful land of Middle-earth..."

Upon hearing the young girl's explanation, Thales became puzzled and asked, "I've heard that between the North and the Middle Kingdom lies a vast expanse of snowfields and glaciers stretching for thousands of miles."

"Even if all the kings of the states gathered their forces, they would find it difficult to cross over..."

"Nine hundred and ninety-nine out of a thousand people will freeze to death on the road, and the one remaining will fall into the glacier and become food for fish."

"I'm afraid that only the gods can cross that uninhabited land."

"How did you manage to survive in that icy wasteland?"

Beneath the tree, the elven girl tucked her delicate pink legs together, her bare feet wrapped in soft grass leaves like light green socks. Her white feet, tinged with pink, turned inward, her toes curled. She hugged her knees, trying to bury her head in them. A look of reminiscence flashed in her beautiful eyes as she gazed at the soil and muttered, "It was a deity."

"He came down from the sky and saved everyone."

Isaac frowned and asked in confusion, "God?"

Based on past experience, anything associated with the gods is rarely a good thing...

Isaac picked up the conversation, asking, "What does that god you're talking about... look like?"

For some reason, when the elven girl met Isaac's eyes, which were like torches and gold, she inexplicably felt a natural sense of obedience, as if she was born to worship him and kneel before him.

Therefore, when Isaac asked this question...

Without hesitation, the elven girl replied, "Very handsome, more handsome than any elf I've ever seen in the Alf Forest who was known for their beauty..."

"I can't tell his gender, I don't know if he's male or female, or if he doesn't have a gender at all..."

"His hair was black, and his pupils were red, like the Black Dragon King sealed in the Northern Dragon Cave."

"And his most striking feature was his pure white wings, almost like those of a dove..."

"I counted them, there were twelve in total."

A hint of sadness flickered across the elven girl's face, as if she had seen some unpleasant scenes in her memories. This made her appear even more pitiful and endearing on her delicate features.

"We were lost in the vast glaciers, disoriented. My food was gone, our fire wouldn't start, and despair reached its deepest point. In the night, the mountains seemed to writhe, threatening to devour us..."

"The kings of mankind, having lost their dignity and glory, are like old dogs begging for survival. Their people have perished on the migration route, and one after another, the once-renowned leaders of the North have fallen behind their people."

"Like milestones standing in the ice and snow..."

"Fortunately, God descended and saved everything, providing us with food and fire, and enabling me to navigate across the icy plains, eventually leading me to this bountiful land of life..."

"Humans settled on the northern islands and along the glaciers, trying their best not to come into contact with the masters of the Middle Lands."

"And I, bearing the great mission bestowed upon me by the Elf King, traveled south and arrived here—"

"Just to find the remnants of the World Tree."

After Isaac finished listening to the elven girl's story...

There was a long pause.

When everyone looked at Isaac, they heard him say this—

"What you encountered was not God."

"Perhaps, that one is showing you grace according to God's will..."

"But he is by no means a god."

Everyone was curious upon hearing this. The scholar Thales had never seen anything like it before. For a scholar, today was truly a day of celebration for him, having encountered the rare Northern Elf, a creature only known in obscure and remote legends.

It also revealed a mysterious corner of a new mythological system—

"That is the first archangel under the throne of God."

"Lucifer of the Morning Star".

"I saw his face when I was ten years old."

After Isaac finished speaking about his identity as "God".

There was a long silence in the woods.

The crowd looked at each other.

Even Perseus lost his solemnity.

I breathed a sigh of relief...

After all that, it turns out they're one of our own.

"Perhaps for Isaac's sake, I can give you my trust, Elf."

With that, Perseus returned the staff to the elf.

The elven girl swiftly retrieved her staff and kept a safe distance from Perseus, the god of death, lest he chop her up at the slightest provocation.

Thales also regained his rationality as a scholar, and kept thinking about the terms "god" and "angel" in Isaac's words.

At the same time, he looked at the elven girl in front of him with an extremely calm and philosophical gaze, trying to analyze her structure with his mortal eyes.

Isaac approached the elf, who was clutching his recovered staff and refusing to let go, and asked, "You said you were looking for the remnant of the World Tree..."

"Although I don't know what it is, that doesn't matter. So, you found it... or rather, do you have any clues?"

The elf sighed and replied, "No."

Isaac thought for a moment and said, "Then would you like to travel with us?"

"We will go to kill the monster Medusa and resolve the sea monster crisis in Argos."

"And once everything is over, we can mobilize the entire nation to help you find the so-called 'world remnants'."

"Are you willing?"

Isaac extended his fist toward the girl, his golden eyes serious and focused.

His words seemed to the elves as an undeniable and irrefutable law.

So much so that the girl was shocked when she heard this.

My mind hasn't quite caught up yet.

His body instinctively reached out and his fist collided with Isaac's.

I agreed to it without really understanding what was going on.

I became a part of that epic without even realizing it.

The girl, clutching her staff, her pointed ears slightly red, said, "Elsa, my name is Elsa, a mid-level elf... equivalent to a legendary wizard here?"

Then, other voices began to rise.

"Perseus, son of Dicttis, prince of Argos, golden warrior."

"My name is Thales, a scholar and poet."

"Isaac, Isaac Messiah, Son of Arah, Anointed of God."