"Scared?" Panis frowned and asked in confusion: "Why? You haven't seen Neli before, and if you don't have the memory in between, it's not a strange thing to see Neli."

"If I only saw Ms. Neli, I wouldn't feel strange, nor would I say I was shocked." Finch shook his head and said to Panis with a calm expression: "However, compared to when I first met, Ms. Neli's image has changed a lot. If it weren't for the experience of fighting side by side with her for a while, I wouldn't believe it, that was the purest knight once."

"What changes?" Panis' fist clenched tightly, but took a few deep breaths, slowly loosened his tight fist, trying to calm his voice.

"You don't have to be so nervous now." Finch patted Panis's shoulder again and explained: "When I saw her, she was sitting on a throne composed of white bones. I hadn't gone out yet, so I didn't know that most of the items in this world were bone, so I was naturally surprised to see the white bone throne. At that time, her armor had changed from silver to pure black, but the original silver was still in the same color as the helmet, and was placed next to the chair. You should understand that the body of the gods, including the clothing on their bodies, is not a real entity, but the condensation of the will of the gods and the changes in will will be directly reflected in the body, so the pure black armor means that she has begun to be influenced by Danacus. Of course, these were what I thought of after I learned the specific situation. When I first saw her, I didn't think of these things, but wondered why she suddenly changed her dressing habits."

"Huh, yes, I understand." Panis said in a low voice without any expression on his face: "It seems that Danacus had not fully recovered at that time, and she was still struggling to compete with Danacus for control of the divine body. Judging from your performance, the battle for control is obviously at that time that time she had a temporary advantage, so apart from clothing and environment, her body has not changed much, otherwise you wouldn't tell me that you don't have to be so nervous now."

"It is indeed as you said, she still has the initiative." Finch was silent for a moment, nodding gently, "When she saw me, she did not show any surprise. After all, this world was equivalent to the continuation of her kingdom of gods. She was an omniscient god here and could understand everything that was happening around her. She had seen my resurrection in advance and saw me pushing open the door between the rituals from outside, so when I was still surprised or frightened, she took the initiative to come over and gave me a strong hug, just like I did. You asked me before, why did she be sure she was Nelly. In fact, from that time on, I could be sure that she must be Nelly herself, and that it would not be someone else who occupied her body."

"I understand." Panis did not show suspicion this time, but said with a slight sadness: "You are right. If it were Danakus, it would not be possible to embrace mortals no matter what. Even if he wanted to disguise it, he could not disguise it, because as a noble Lord God, he had no consciousness at all, and he was even unwilling to reduce his identity to contact mortals physically. But Neri was different. No matter what changes she had, she would still be her, and even if she controlled the authority of the gods, she would not change."

"After that meeting, we talked a lot, including your experiences after my death, and how she took advantage of Danacus's kingdom to barely seize control of the divine body after she suffered heavy damage. It was through that time that I learned about the development of the situation." Finch explained in detail: "After that, we talked about plans for the future. She seemed to have seen through what I thought at that time, so she said a lot to me."

"That's because your thoughts are almost written on your face, old friend." Panis sighed and patted Finch's shoulder with pity and said, "No need to say that Nelly who saw you at that time, even I can see through your thoughts now. No, I'm afraid it's not just me, but so many people present, except for the two fools lying behind Lucya's back, I don't think anyone can see it."

"Uh, is it that obvious?" Finch's erect ears shook, and his face covered with gray hair showed an unconcealed embarrassment, and he said reluctantly: "I still try my best not to show it."

"Haha, it's really obvious, Mr. Finch." After receiving the gesture of Panis's eyes, Catherine covered her mouth and said with a snicker: "You can understand your thoughts since you refuse to leave the temple and refuse to contact the dead outside."

"As a hero of the past, countless undead have been slaughtered under the totem pole. In the last part of life, the undead is regarded as mortal enemies and finally sacrifices his life in the battle with the undead. For an orc warrior, this is the most perfect curtain call and the most glorious ending. If your time ends more than a hundred years ago, then your name will be teleported by all orcs, no, by all intelligent creatures, poets sing your deeds, artists portray your heroic posture, and even ignorant children will be proud of playing your role in the game. Is there any higher glory for an orc whose life is about to end?

"Pennis sighed loudly in a reciting tone, but at the end, his tone changed and he said in a low voice: "But your time has begun to pass again, and you have become your mortal enemy. Perhaps because the power of the ancestors' Holy Spirits is not enough to match the gods, you have not been able to successfully enter the ancestor's hunting ground, but instead become the most hated undead. Confusion, maybe it was your only feeling at that time, you don't know what attitude to treat yourself, you are self-loathing, but you can't do anything about it, so you concealed your existence, the name Finch is still bathed in countless glory, and you are just a ghost with no sense of existence, that's right, my friend."

"Not only that, Panis." Catherine smiled and added: "Mr. Finch also didn't know what attitude to face the thousands of undeads outside. After all, countless of their kind died in the hands of Mr. Finch. At the same time, Mr. Finch died because of them. Mr. Finch, who has not forgotten everything, cannot leave the past like other undeads. He still carries the past on his shoulders. He not only feels hostile, but also feels guilty. Therefore, he refuses to contact the undead outside and pretends that he does not exist. If possible, I'm afraid Mr. Finch hopes that he really does not exist."

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Chapter completed!