Chapter 1 The words of Mimir were confusing, yet after a bit of pondering, Hao Ren immediately realized that the amount of information hidden within those words was enough to scare someone witless!!

Okay, the fact that a guardian giant's head appeared in the Spirit Realm Clock Tower was already enough to cause someone to develop cystitis from fright.

The supernatural races on Earth, whether they were pure "aliens" like vampires and werewolves, or acquired "heretics" like wizards and witches, or even demon hunters who were essentially no different from ancient gods, all shared a common trait: they were purely mortal.

Yes, even if some heteromorphs were worshipped as gods by humans in ancient times, even if their power back then was indeed godlike on Earth, they were still just mortals. No matter how great their abilities, they were still mortals. Moreover, with the exception of wizards and witches transformed from humans, they were all just alien transmigrants blasted over from the Dream Plane. They were the mortal races of the Dream Plane, the mortal races of the Dream Plane—it was important, so it was said twice.

However, the guardian giants were not!

The guardian giants were the ultimate lifeforms created by the Goddess of Creation, the primordial warriors born directly from divine blood, the natural demigod bodies! They were completely different concepts from ordinary heteromorphs, different circles!

They stood at the forefront of protecting the goddess in the God-Slaying War, they knew the entire story of the evil conspiracy ten thousand years ago, they originally protected all living beings, but after the goddess fell, almost all of them turned into world-destroyers, and the remaining ones who did not turn to the dark side almost all gave up their mission in despair. They could never walk together with those "rebellious sons" who betrayed the Goddess of Creation!

Therefore, after carefully observing Mimir's situation, Hao Ren's first judgment was: this guardian giant, like other heteromorphs who had transmigrated to Earth, was also affected by the original sin of divine blood, and his memories of the Dream Plane had been erased.

Just look at Mu Ru's history of falling to the dark side, and you'll know that if Mimir had intact memories, he would have already given Odin a good beating. If he was in a good mood, he might even kill Odin's entire family. How could he possibly walk together with the Norse lineage and end up being blasted into just a head by a Vanaheim experiment? Not to mention that he was now peacefully with the demon hunters—according to the guardian's view, demon hunters, the forbidden products created by the magic emperors stealing divine power and using forbidden knowledge from the source blood, were simply outrageous, the kind that would be shot first and asked questions later with no wrongful convictions.

Mimir, however, took Hao Ren's current silence and deep thought as a kind of precaution. He smiled gently, his tone making people unable to help but calm down: "I know you all have many questions, old friend, you certainly do too. To be honest, I had envisioned all sorts of terrible situations, but the most troublesome one is indeed your memory problem... the most troublesome of all the terrible situations. Originally, you should have been the most clear about the entire history of the demon hunters, you even know more than I do, but now I can only explain it to you—and all I know is the history of the demon hunters after the end of the Norse pantheon, and the information I guessed from their dusty old books."

"That Claude... is actually your spokesperson?" Vivian looked into Mimir's eyes.

"That's right," Mimir blinked. "In name, he is the attendant of the First Saint, but we all know the First Saint is just a lie. Before I was brought here, they relied on their own wisdom to maintain this lie, and after I was brought here, they used my power to perfect this lie. I taught them the method of inheriting memories, so that they could inherit the memories and experiences of generations of attendants, and also pass on all the knowledge I had explored to them. This will not change a person's soul essence, but these experiences gained out of thin air will make a young person become a learned and wise elder overnight. Claude inherited these knowledge, and a part of my thinking fragments—it's not wrong to say he's my spokesperson. He is the collective of the first attendants of all generations, a young but living dictionary carrying the memories of many elders."

"Heh, demon hunters who take it as their mission to hunt down gods and demons, their First Saint's spokesperson turns out to be the wisdom giant Mimir of the Norse pantheon," Hao Ren felt that the affairs of the world were indeed wonderful, with karma as chaotic as hemp, "You are doing your best to help them. But have you forgotten that they were the ones who caused Ragnarok?"

"Gods?" Mimir's voice was somewhat teasing, "Odin? Baldr? Thor? Or that Loki? These are nothing. That's not Ragnarok, that's just a decaying ancient family declining in a struggle. Compared to the entire world, all of this is not important. Maintaining the balance of Corpus and delaying the Madness Disaster is the most important."

"Madness Disaster?" Iza chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "Are you talking about this Corpus civil war?"

"This disaster was foretold long ago, and it was destined. When their First Saint touched the Sword of Sin, everything could not be avoided," Mimir looked at Vivian, "Old friend, these are your original words from back then."

"Start from the beginning," Vivian said concisely, "I've lost my memory, don't beat around the bush. Start with the origin of the demon hunters, we have plenty of time."

Mimir was silent for a moment, as if organizing his words, and then slowly told a piece of history that had been almost forgotten by everyone:

"A long, long time ago, so long ago that the remaining power of the ice age on this planet was still freezing the earth, some races that should not have appeared on this planet appeared... as if they had fallen from the sky, suddenly appearing in this world, scattered all over the globe. The demon hunters were one of them.

"They 'landed' in the cold and barren north. In the beginning, they were just one of the weakest races in this world—of course, not counting those even weaker primitive humans. The demon hunters who landed in the north were a group of rootless wanderers, without systematic technology, without their own knowledge inheritance, and even without their own social system..."

Hao Ren listened, nodding slightly. He knew that the early demon hunters who had fallen to Earth must have been in this terrible state: because they were artificial life created by the magic emperors, they had not had time to receive systematic education and power testing before they were thrown onto this planet by the Dream Plane cataclysm.

Mimir's voice continued: "...The north was barren and cold, and most of this planet was like this at the time, but the north was particularly harsh. The demon hunters relied entirely on their strong physical qualities to survive on an ice sheet, and formed the earliest settlements in what is now the Nordic region. At that time, the earth was a very unfriendly place for life, and those supernatural races who had fallen here were full of hostility. The demon hunters avoided them and migrated to the mountains, islands, and the Arctic Ocean further north. In the process of fighting against the harsh environment, they groped to build a society, and elected an outstanding patriarch, and twelve highly respected wise men. Yes, that's the thirteen saints you know now.

"The thirteen leaders did their best to lead their people to survive in this strange world. They started lower than others, so they had to work harder to build social structures, reconstruct languages, build, weave, farm, and hunt, all starting from scratch. Although they had strong physical qualities, it was still very difficult to build a society from scratch on a barren planet. The demon hunters of that time were completely different from what they are now. They had no fixed territory, and they were also ignorant of their own power. Only a few people knew how to use the Holy Flame, and at that time they did not have the ancient technology of Corpus to support them. In the competition with other supernatural races in the world, they could only hide. After thousands of years of seclusion and migration, their thirteen leaders met a special friend.

"A friend from another supernatural race who was not hostile to them.

"This was a rare situation on this planet, because for some reason, all the foreign races who had fallen on this planet had a strong hostile tendency, and the demon hunters themselves could hardly restrain this dangerous bloodlust when they encountered other races. But there was such an exception in front of the thirteen leaders: a friendly and powerful vampire. This vampire was a guest in the demon hunter's settlement, and just because of a meal, she became friends with the demon hunter's patriarch.

"And not long after, this vampire discovered the demon hunters' predicament of having no fixed residence in the north and being unable to compete for territory with other powerful races, so she gave her new friends an incredible gift—"

Mimir looked into Vivian's eyes: "An other-dimensional kingdom with spring all year round, indestructible, and filled with relics of super civilizations. This vampire named it Corpus. And in order to thank this amazing gift, the demon hunters jointly elected this vampire as their fourteenth leader—an honorary leader, who had no real power, but was highly respected and loved by the demon hunters."

As Mimir's voice fell, the secret room was so quiet that a pin could be heard. Under Hao Ren's dumbfounded gaze, Claude, who had been hiding at the door without speaking, walked in silently and bowed slightly in front of Vivian: "Greetings to you, Saint."