Chapter 446

"I need to kill a god." Murphy said, looking at Miriam, "Its divine power cannot be too weak, but it cannot be too powerful. It is best not to be in charge of combat-related divine offices. If possible, it is best to live in seclusion, and death will not disturb the ears and eyes of other gods."

"Do you have any ideas for such a god?"

Murphy still carried several Time Converters, but there is no Magic Net in the world now. To drive these Time Converters, massive magic energy is needed. In this world, the only thing he can think of is the gods themselves.

He wants to kill a god, seize its magic energy as a battery, and send himself back to an earlier timeline.

Since he wants to deal with gods, at least he must know how these gods appeared. Perhaps only by mastering the secret of their birth can he glimpse the method to destroy them.

"Weak gods, there are many." Miriam said, "Many spirits and even leprechauns may possess a trace of divinity due to human faith."

There is a polytheistic system in Britain, and in its mythological system, various strange creatures such as spirits and nymphs without names also have a certain status. They are like angels in the Christian system, located below gods, but also have some divinity.

But Murphy obviously doesn't need this kind.

"If it's a true god, the one that meets the conditions you mentioned..."

Miriam pondered for a long time, and suddenly seemed to think of something, "Perhaps, there is indeed a god who possesses powerful strength, is extremely ancient, is a true god, does not hold combat-related divine offices, and more importantly, lives in seclusion, and does not even deal with humans. Even if it dies, it may not attract the attention of the ears and eyes of other gods."

"Oh?" Murphy's eyes lit up, "Who is it? Where is it?"

……

In the morning, on the cliff, Miriam pointed to a vast forest swamp in the distance and said: "There, in the center of the swamp, it is said that there is a labyrinth made of huge trees and mud. It is in that labyrinth. More than ten years ago, a Druid visited it."

"Sure enough, living in seclusion." Murphy glanced at the forest shrouded in mist. Such a place is naturally not suitable for human habitation.

Usually, the power of gods is positively correlated with the number of believers. The more powerful the god, the more believers.

Therefore, gods will also build their own temples and shrines in big cities to accept offerings.

Living in a swamp where no one visits, naturally there are few people to worship. According to reason, such gods are usually very weak.

But the one Murphy is going to visit today is different.

It is too ancient, so much so that even gods find it difficult to explain its origin. At the same time, its popularity is very high, and it holds some divine offices that are niche but have stable faith.

"After entering the swamp, you enter its territory. Everything around you may be its ears and eyes. You must be careful." Miriam reminded.

"I suggest you can disguise yourself as a Druid and move along the swamp, which can lower its guard."

Murphy nodded and was about to go down the mountain. Suddenly, his heart moved, he looked at the vultures in the sky, smiled, "It seems unnecessary, it has already discovered us."

After speaking, Murphy turned into lightning, suddenly raided for tens of kilometers, came to the center of the swamp, then turned into thunder and landed, splitting a giant tree into two, and dispelling the thick water vapor around.

In the mist, a garden made of vines, tree roots, stone pillars, and the bones of various creatures was revealed.

In the garden, on a huge stone bed, a god lay on its side.

It had its back to Murphy, but it could still be seen that its body was tall, covered with black hair, its legs were a pair of goat hooves, and its head had two huge curved horns.

Loud snoring came from the opposite side. This god seemed to be still fast asleep.

Murphy was not polite either. A lightning spear appeared in his hand. Under his massive magic power infusion, countless charges gathered, ionizing the air and gradually compressing it into a flying shuttle made of plasma.

He aimed the shuttle at Pan's head, and then fired it with a thought.

With a "Swish!", the stone bed was pierced through. The plasma shuttle went straight into the ground tens of meters deep. The powerful electric energy diffused, making the ground within a range of hundreds of meters flash with electric light. The nearby swamp ground was steamed dry, several giant trees were split into two by the lightning coming from the ground, and countless shrubs burned. In an instant, the beautiful garden became a sea of fire.

But that god was not injured.

Amidst the raging flames, the god had already arrived behind him at some point, leaning on an ancient stone throne.

"Young man is too impatient. You made such a heavy move upon first meeting. Do we have any hatred before?"

"No hatred." Murphy said.

"Or do you feel that you are much stronger than me and can definitely kill me without any harm?"

Murphy smiled, "I don't have such certainty."

"Since that's the case, why do we have to take such a risky method? Why don't you talk about your wish? Perhaps I can help you in other ways." The god had a pair of square pupils, looking as if he were blind, unfocused, or as if he looked down on everything, making people unable to understand his expression.

"You are much more talkative than I imagined," Murphy said, "I thought you didn't like dealing with people very much."

"Then you guessed wrong. I was the god of music for a while, and I was indispensable at people's banquets."

"Unfortunately, my wish is afraid that it is difficult to be realized in this way," Murphy said, "Unless, you are willing to hand over all your divine power."

The god was silent for a while, "Your divine power is so thin, only equivalent to a human hero, at most a demigod. A mere demigod, also delusional to seize my power? Do you know who I am?"

"Pan?"

"Pan, I don't use that name anymore. Here, I am called Cernunnos." As he spoke, the goat horns on the god's head turned into deer horns, and the black hair all over his body gradually disappeared, revealing a strong and burly male body.

Cernunnos, forest god, animal god, horned god.

"Oh? Why did you abandon the name Pan?" Murphy asked.

Changes in the image and name of gods represent changes in divine office, involving the essence of gods. Murphy is very interested in this.

Cernunnos's expression was slightly unnatural, "Common occurrence."

"What about before the name Pan? I heard you are one of the most ancient gods. How ancient are you?"

"You know quite a lot," Cernunnos seemed somewhat proud, "I have existed since the beginning of the birth of the gods. Those gods who claim to be born at the beginning of the universe are just bragging."

"Oh?"

Murphy had some guesses before. The reason why he backtracked to this time point, besides the magic energy being exhausted, might also be because this moment is the critical point of the formation of the Magic Net.

That is to say, time backtracking might also be related to the timeline of the magic energy source itself.

He used the magic energy of the Magic Net to backtrack time and returned to before the formation of the Magic Net.

Then if what Cernunnos said is true, he really existed since the birth of the gods, then backtracking with his magic energy, can he return to before the birth of the gods?

"Isn't this a coincidence." Murphy's eyes immediately changed when looking at Cernunnos.

Cernunnos inexplicably felt a chill all over his body. He felt the malice of the other party. Many animals gathered around him. His hollow eyes looked at Murphy, "Mortal, I warn you, gods are immortal. If you anger me..."

"Oh? I once heard that hundreds of years ago on the island of Paxi, news of the death of a god came out. That god was also called Pan. That wouldn't be you, would it?"

"......"

"Ancient existence, powerful divine power, but happens to be not good at fighting..."

"Seriously, you are just a fat sheep."

(End of chapter)