Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Perhaps the words of higher beings like God, like their power, are above all rules, so they cannot be directly felt or heard by their creations.

From Sigrdrifa's perspective, she could only see His back, so she maintained a protective posture and quietly watched how things developed.

The white-blond man opened his mouth and spoke something again, very slowly, as if he was not used to this body yet.

Moshe stared at the two pale lips, used his magic power to temporarily lower the temperature of his palms, and gently placed them on Arthurs' forehead to cool him down physically.

Arthur's body was still hot, his eyes were closed, and he had not yet regained consciousness.

The power of God is unknown, and the so-called "magic power" is only a part of it. Therefore, Moshe did not use magic power to guide Arthurs, fearing that it would be counterproductive and cause more serious and irreversible damage.

As more and more words materialized in his mind, he, who should have been angry and shocked, instead restrained all his emotions and withdrew from the field of perception.

Just like a killer hiding in the darkness, he approaches his target in a natural and calm state, then waits for the right moment to release a sharp blade filled with murderous intent and kill the target with one strike.

Griffiths sensed the hidden murderous intent, so he turned his head sharply and stared at Moshe.

Are you crazy? Didn't you hear what I just said? He is the God of Creation!

He didn't know what this apprentice was thinking.

He has dealt with the God of Creation before and understands his way of thinking and bottom line, so he can speak with that attitude.

And Moshe MacIntosh, a wizard, a human with a magical intolerance, actually dared to confront the God of Creation head-on.

Wasn't he so calm and composed before? Why did he suddenly go crazy at this moment?

It really couldn't be any worse than this... Griffiths frowned and put his right hand on his chest again, feeling the strong beating of his heart.

If that magic is used, can it create a glimmer of hope for him?

Just as Griffiths was thinking hard, the white-haired god looked at Moshe and spoke again:

Another descendant of the McIntosh family, your soul is special.

The god did not react as much as Griffith, and his face showed no joy or anger. His gaze was as hot as the sun, and the light flowed in his golden eyes, revealing the divinity and indifference of the supreme being.

Although you were born in this world, you do not belong to this world.

The god raised his chin slightly and continued.

The atmosphere suddenly became very subtle, and those who were still able to move freely all looked at the black-haired boy, their eyes full of confusion and puzzlement.

What is the Creator God talking about? What happened to Moshe MacIntosh?

Griffiths clutched his collar tightly, quickly recalling the details of his time with Moshe.

Could it be that besides being a wizard, he has other secrets?

Although I was born in this world, I do not belong to this world...

The hidden murderous intent instantly dissipated, and Mo Xie hugged his brother tighter, chewing over these words in his mind.

Something seems to be wrong.

He is Moshe, the pure-blood supreme wizard, the highest commander of the Liberator Alliance’s military. These memories, along with magical powers, are engraved deep in his soul and are facts that cannot be changed.

But to this world, he is an outsider, a stranger, and a wandering soul that has occupied a noble boy.

How could he have been born in this world?

Suddenly, the boy in his arms made a weak voice: "Mo Xie..."

Feeling the heat under his palm subside a little, Mo Xie lowered his eyes and asked, "Are you okay?"

Arthurs' eyes gradually became clear. He looked around and suddenly struggled to sit up. "Let me go first!"

Ah, her cheeks turned red again, but fortunately it was a normal blush. Mo Xie loosened his hand, watched him withdraw from his arms, and then stood up shakily.

Children have strong self-esteem, and they will definitely feel uncomfortable if they find themselves lying in the arms of someone they hate.

"What's wrong with me?" Arthurs used all his strength to barely stand still, his hands trembling slightly, and he couldn't even do the most basic grasping movements.

Mo Xie's light brown eyes turned, and he said calmly: "Maybe that person shared his power with you."

"What—" Arthurs followed his gaze and his voice was choked in his throat.

He suddenly lost consciousness, his mind was in a mess, and he even forgot the presence of the God of Creation. He only vaguely remembered the words "the future of this world is in your hands."

The white-blond god stood on the thick clouds, looking down at him. His bright golden eyes were like the sun, burning away all disguises with extreme heat, and the invisible pressure he exuded was so strong that it was almost impossible to breathe.

The magical thing is that not only did he not feel panic or fear, but he even felt a sense of intimacy.

It was indeed as Moshe said, the God of Creation injected his power into Arthurs' body, so Arthurs' appearance changed.

It was precisely because of this power that he was able to withstand the pressure from the supreme being and even developed a sense of familiarity and closeness.

The God of Creation looked at Arthurs and spoke slowly:

Arthurs MacIntosh, descendant of the MacIntosh family, you are my agent on earth.

"Huh? Me?" Arthur pointed at himself, bewildered.

The voice of the God of Creation sounded very young, seemed to be very close, and continued to echo in my ears.

In the near future, the world will be destroyed, and only you can stop it.

Hearing this, Arthurs frowned slightly, and a non-existent scene appeared before his eyes.

The sky was dark red, the wind was howling, and waves of strange creatures rushed out from the cracks, plundering the land of Renekton.

Their eyes were bloodshot, and wherever they went, there were broken walls and rivers of blood.

Whether it is a magician or a knight, the speed of advancement is far less than the speed of their evolution. They attack again and again, and are swallowed up again and again.

Soon, the human species was on the brink of extinction.

Following the strange creatures, an army equipped with strange weapons occupied the entire continent, including the Kingdom of Renekton.

They rebuilt the city on the ruins, which was completely different from contemporary architectural styles. It was practical, beautiful and sturdy.

The once brilliant civilization finally fell, and the world fell into silence.

Is this... is this the future? Arthurs opened his eyes wide and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

No, no!

My family and my companions will all die... I don't want the world to be destroyed!

Seeing Arthurs's painful look, Griffiths suppressed his voice and said, "He is still a ten-year-old child."

The God of Creation ignored him and gently hooked his white and slender fingers. Arthurs was forced to look up. He looked at the figure in the clouds with lifeless eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks.

You are the one I chose, don't forget your mission.

The cold tone carried an implication that no room for argument.