Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

The crowd, which should have been in chaos and disorder, is now in a strange state.

I don’t know if this is just the case in this area or if it has spread to a wider area.

Except for those who were of a higher class, all of them looked up at the hole in the clouds with dazed eyes, and the corners of their mouths unconsciously rose, revealing smiles of happiness and joy.

Even the young knights had a pious attitude, loosened their grip on the hilts of their swords, and opened and closed their mouths, muttering something silently.

On the jade pedestal, Sigrdrifa looked stern and raised her hand to block Christian.

Her father, mother, brothers and sisters have completely lost the ability to control themselves, which shows how powerful the existence that is about to come is.

Outside the venue, Moshe looked at Dario who was standing there in a daze, then turned and met Arthurs's gaze.

The little lion had never seen such a scene before, and had a panicked expression, directly expressing questions such as "What happened? What happened to others? Why can I still move freely?"

It's okay, don't worry. Mo Xie smiled at him and mouthed the words silently.

Is he really alright? Actually, he couldn't be sure.

Just by looking at Griffiths Glory on the platform without much reaction, one can basically judge how the situation will develop.

This action calmed the little lion a little. He gripped his lance tightly, waited for his breathing to calm down, and then looked at Mo Xie with a complicated look.

He really wanted to ask Mo Xie, how could you stay calm in this situation?

But he knew that it would be foolish to stand out in the silence, so he chose to believe Moshe, remain silent, and wait quietly for the next development of the matter.

The distant singing continued, and the falling feathers turned into golden flowers when they touched the solid objects.

While emitting a rich fragrance, it also carries high-purity magic power, which can fade the wrinkles on the skin and heal chronic diseases in the body.

Dalio stood beside him, and the surroundings were also crowded with people. Moshe didn't want to stand on the field and greet the existence behind the holy light with Arthurs, so he prepared to use his magic power to brush away the feathers that were about to fall on his head.

Even though he was prepared to get hurt, the piercing pain still caused him to break out in a cold sweat. All the strength in his body seemed to be drained away at that moment, and his knees went weak and he almost fell to the ground.

He closed his eyes tightly, shook his heavy head, and then raised his right hand in a blur.

It was as if the back of his hand was placed directly in a fire and was roasted. There was a wound on the fair skin that clearly revealed the muscle texture. The edges were slightly blackened and were still oozing a mixture of bright red and translucent liquid. It looked extremely terrifying.

Even when using magic power to dissolve it, just touching this little bit of magic power can still cause such serious damage to the body. It seems that the person above must be...

Moshe decisively gave up his own vision, entered the perception field, then took out a bottle of healing medicine from the storage box and slowly poured it on the wound.

Thanks to the healing potion brewed by Bellion, he was able to heal the wound in front of everyone without using any magic power.

"Mo Xie?!"

"Xiao Mo!"

The two people who had been paying attention to Mo Xie saw that his face was pale and a bloody scar suddenly appeared on the back of his hand, and in a hurry they broke the atmosphere of quiet prayer.

Arthurs put his lance aside, ran over, and said in a trembling voice: "What... is going on?"

What happened just now? A feather turned into a golden magic flower when it touched the back of Moshe's hand, and nothing else happened.

Wait, magic?

Is it...

An idea as big as a bomb was exploding in his brain. Arthurs looked at Moshe in shock, watching him pour the potion without any magic power on the wound, watching his brows gradually relax and he breathe slightly.

Griffiths clasped his knees tightly with his hands, and no matter how worried he was, he did not come over to check, and sat firmly on the platform.

After looking at Mo Xie deeply, he turned his gaze to the hole in the clouds again, his lips tightly pursed, his face so gloomy that it seemed like ink could drip from it.

After a while, a strange sound was finally heard from the cave. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a man bathed in dazzling golden light was slowly descending on thick clouds.

He had a muscular body, and his waist-length platinum curly hair made his skin as white as the finest jade. His pure and bright golden eyes reflected all living beings without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

As a person from heaven, his facial features are no different from those of people on the ground, except that they are more profound and three-dimensional, but his overall facial lines are softer, revealing a kind of beauty that is difficult to distinguish between male and female.

If one can judge a man's power and status from his clothing, then this man is beyond common sense and there is no standard by which to measure him.

He wore a sleeveless white robe with a ribbon loosely tied around his waist and shoes woven from wheat ears and laurel flowers, revealing the well-proportioned muscles of his limbs and round toes.

He wore a pair of golden bracelets on his wrists, as if a craftsman had spent his entire life carving them. He also had a similar ornament around his neck, connected by several gold chains, which made crisp and pleasant sounds as the man raised his hands.

"It's been a long time since we last met, Mr. Creator." Griffith slowly stood up, looked down at the man expressionlessly and said, "Oh, I forgot that ten short years is just a blink of an eye for you."

really……

Moshe paused while bandaging the wound with his inner lining, and calmly observed the man whom Griffith called "the God of Creation."

He had been standing on the thick clouds, but his figure was nowhere to be seen in the field of perception.

This shows that the power possessed by men is not restricted by the rules of this world. It is an existence above all things, the creator and source of all things.

Another point of concern is Griffiths Glory's strange attitude.

Even if he was titled as a Holy Envoy and was a magician of high level, he would probably be powerless to fight back in front of the one who gave him power.

But not only did he not show any respect, he also looked down at the gods from above.

What gave him the confidence? Wasn't he afraid of death?

“W-what?! The God of Creation…” Arthurs widened his eyes, looking incredulous.

He believed in the legend of the Creator God and had great respect for him.

But he never thought that one day he would be able to see the God of Creation with his own eyes, coming in a familiar, human form.

The God of Creation glanced at Griffiths calmly without responding to him, then turned his gaze to Arthurs.

Suddenly feeling a terrifying pressure, Arthurs' pupils suddenly contracted, and he clenched his clothes tightly, revealing a painful expression.

"Arthur!" Moshe supported his back in time to prevent him from falling into the crowd.

"Hu... Hu..." Arthur's chest heaved violently, and his fair skin gradually turned a light red, as if the blood in his body was boiling, like a boiling kettle.

Mo Xie was very familiar with this symptom.

At that time, Meimi's younger brother Andy had to endure several days and nights in such a high fever state.

If he hadn't used his magic power to guide him in time, his life might have been in danger.

Now this god is using his power recklessly and threatening his family...

Mo Xie's eyes darkened, and the spirit fetus in his body sensed his emotions, broke free from the shackles, and instantly grew into a complete body capable of storing and mobilizing infinite magical power.

The so-called gods all look the same.

Ignore and disregard life, play with and trample on it at will.

How can such a being be called "God"?

Moshe withdrew his gaze expressionlessly, held Arthurs in his arms, and then adjusted himself into a comfortable position.

Arthur's pain did not ease at all. He raised his head and gasped for breath.

Mo Xie narrowed his eyes slightly and watched his hair gradually turn a layer of platinum. At the same time, in the depths of his pupils soaked in tears, there was a flash of golden light, making the lines in the azure irises more clear and three-dimensional.

At this moment, the man standing on the cloud slowly opened his mouth.

Descendants of the McIntosh family, the future of this world is in your hands.

He said so.

No sound was made.

"Haha..." Griffiths suddenly laughed out loud.

"Glory first, and then Mackintosh? You are just as good as me."

This time, he didn't even use honorifics. A storm was brewing in his dark eyes, and his smile was crazy and cruel.