The Record of Unusual Creatures

Mimir’s words sounded ambiguous, but after a moment of pondering, Hao Ren immediately realized that there was a tremendous amount of information hidden in them!

Well, the fact that a guardian giant’s head had appeared in the Netherrealm Clock Tower was surprising enough.

Unusual creatures on Earth, whether they were “otherworldlings” like vampire and werewolves, or witches, or even the demon hunters who were essentially no different from the ancient gods, they all had one thing in common: they were mere mortals.

Yes. Even if some unusual creatures were worshipped as gods by earthlings in ancient times, even if their powers were indeed divine on Earth, they were mortal. They were all just extraterrestrial travelers from the Plane of Dreams, except for the wizards and witches who were transformed by the earthlings. They were the ordinary race in the Plane of Dream, the ordinary race in the Plane of Dreams. It’s important so I have to say it twice.

But the guardian giant was not!

The guardian giants were the ultimate life created by the goddess of creation. They were the original warriors born directly from the goddess’ blood, the demigod! They were totally different from those ordinary otherworldlings.

They were at the forefront of protecting the goddess in the godslaying war. They knew the whole story of the criminal plot ten thousand years ago. They were originally guardians of all beings, but after the fall of the goddess, they almost all turned into destroyers. Those who did not turn into destroyers had given up their mission. They could never be with the “treacherous children” who betrayed the goddess of creation!

Therefore, after carefully observing the situation of Mimir, Hao Ren’s first judgment was that the guardian giant, like other otherworldlings who had come to the earth, was also affected by the Sin of the Divine Blood, and his memory of the Plane of Dreams had been deleted.

If Mimir could remember everything perfectly, he would have caught Odin, beaten him up and probably killed his entire family. He could not have got along well with the Norse gods and ended up being blown up by an experimental accident of the Vanir, not to mention getting along well with the demon hunters. According to the guardians, the demon hunter, a contraband created by mage-emperors who stole divine power and use taboo knowledge from the lifeblood, was simply treacherous.

Mimir took Hao Ren’s silence and deep thought at the moment as an alert. He smiled gently and said with his calming tone, “I know you all have a lot of questions, old friend, and so do you. To be honest, I expected all kinds of bad situations, but your memory problem was the most troublesome one, the worst of all bad situations. You were supposed to know all the history of the demon hunters, you know more than I do, but now I can only explain it to you, and all I know is the history of the demon hunter after the end of the Norse gods and the intelligence that we guessed from their old papers.

“That Claude is actually your spokesman?” Vivian asked while looking into Mimir’s eyes.

“Yes.” Mimir winked. “Nominally, he’s a servant of the first Sage, but we all know that the first sage is a lie. Before I was brought here, they relied on their own wisdom to sustain this lie, and after I was brought here, they used my strength to perfect this lie. I taught them how to pass on the memories so that they could pass on the memories and experiences of generations of servants, together with all the knowledge I had explored. It doesn’t change the nature of a person’s soul, but these experiences gained out of thin air make a young person an intelligent elder overnight. Claude inherited the knowledge, and part of my mind. He is the aggregation of all the servants of first sage, a young walking dictionary that carries the memories of many elders.”

“Ah, it turns out that the spokesman of the first sage of demon hunters was the Giant of Wisdom of the Norse gods.” Hao Ren found that interesting. “You helped them with all your heart and soul. But have you forgotten that it was the demon hunters who started the Twilight of the Gods?”

“Gods?” Mimir sounded teasing. “You mean Odin? Baldr? Thor? Or that Loki? That’s nothing. It wasn’t the Twilight of the Gods, it was just a decaying old family that had fallen in the struggle, none of which mattered as much as the whole world. The most important thing was to maintain the balance in Coldpath and delay the Woe of Madness.

“The Woe of Madness?” Y’zaks asked, raising an eyebrow. “You mean the civil war in Coldpath?”

“The Woe of Madness has been foreshadowed and doomed, and when their first sage touches the black sword, it is impossible to escape,” said Mimir, and then looked at Vivian. “That’s what you said, old friend.”

“Please start from the beginning. I’ve lost my memory. Start with the origin of the demon hunters, we have plenty of time,” said Vivian.

After a moment of silence, Mimir recounted a history that had almost been forgotten by everyone:

“Long, long ago, when the earth was still frozen, some race that should not have been on this planet appeared. They appeared out of nowhere, scattering all over the world. The demon hunter was one of them.”

“They landed in the cold desert of the north. At first, they were one of the world’s weakest groups. The demon hunters in the north were rootless wanderers. They didn’t have a systematic technology, their own knowledge, or even their own social system…”

Hao Ren listened and nodded, knowing that the early demon hunters who descended to earth must have been in this bad state: because they were the artificial life created by mage-emperors. They were thrown on the planet by the scourge in the Plane of Dreams before they had time to undergo the systematic education and strength tests.

“… The north was barren and cold, as most of the places on the planet were then, but the north was particularly harsh. The demon hunters survived on an ice sheet entirely on their own strength, forming the earliest settlements in the Nordic region. The earth at that time was a hostile place to live, and the supernatural races that had settled there were hostile. The demon hunters avoided them and migrated to forests, islands and the northern Arctic Ocean. In their struggle with the harsh environment, they found their way to form a society and named a prominent patriarch and twelve wise men. Yes, it’s the thirteen sages you know now.”

“The thirteen sages did their best to lead their people in this strange world. They had a lower starting point, so it took more effort for them to do anything. Building social structures, reconstructing languages, building, weaving, farming, hunting, they all started from scratch. And while they had strong physical qualities, it’s still tough to build a society on a wild planet from scratch. The old demon hunters were nothing like the ones now. They had no fixed territory and had little knowledge of their own power. Very few people knew how to use holy flame and they didn’t have the support of the ancient technology of Coldpath. In competition with the other supernatural races on earth, they could only keep hiding. After having spent thousands of years in seclusion and on the move, their thirteen sages made a special friend.”

“A friend of a supernatural race who was not hostile to them.”

“This was rare on this planet. For some reason, all the otherworldlings that settled on this planet had a strong hostility. It was also difficult for the demon hunters to suppress the dangerous desire to kill when they encountered other otherworldlings, but there was one exception that appeared before the thirteen sages: a friendly and powerful vampire. The vampire was a guest at the settlement of demon hunters. Just because of a meal, she became friends with the head of the demon hunter.”

“Shortly afterward, the vampire found out the difficult situation of the demon hunters and knew that they couldn’t compete with other powerful otherworldlings for territory. So she gave her new friend an incredible gift –-

Mimir looked into Vivian’s eyes and continued, “A land of four seasons, indestructible, and full of super-civilized relics. The vampire named it Coldpath. In return for this amazing gift, the demon hunters named the vampire their 14th sage, an honorary one. Although the vampire had no real power, she was highly respected and loved by the demon hunters.”

There as a stunned silence when Mimir had finished speaking. Claude, who had been standing quietly at the door, came in and bowed slightly before Vivian.