Chapter 79

Beams of sunlight pierced through the black fog and fell, and countless golden light particles rose up. A strong wind blew, carrying the golden light particles away into the distance, and in a blink of an eye, formed an overwhelming golden torrent.

The eagle's cry was long and echoing, the sunlight completely penetrated the black fog, and the vast sky light poured down.

The god stood up holding the little god, and his golden eyes, which were brighter than the sun, were indifferently cast into the distance.

The tender green buds trembled lightly in the golden torrent. It seemed as if a long time had passed, yet it also seemed as if only a moment had passed. Time began to flow backwards for those creatures in the wilderness and the sea that were as dead as dead trees.

The aging face fades, the stagnant blood boils again, and the dead heart beats again...

The loud roar of the giant dragon resounded throughout the heavens and the earth. The wings of the Celestials tore through the sky. The mermaids' tails stirred up the waves. The orcs rushed between heaven and earth...

The calls of heaven and earth, the sound of the waves of the sea, and the rushing of the mountains and forests have made this once dead world come alive again.

Jiaojiao, who was in her father's arms, stared blankly at everything in front of her, her dark and bright eyes reflecting the extremely dazzling golden torrent.

After a long while, Jiaojiao blinked as if coming to his senses, raised his head and looked at his father with curved eyebrows, pointed his little hand at the distance, and shared with his father something he thought was beautiful: "Dad, it's beautiful!"

Goalkeeper Hesnie rested his chin on his hairy head and murmured, "Well, it looks good."

The gods forgave the creatures that died that day and gave them new life!

Three days later

Guslalon came to the deserted city to meet the great god and end his sins.

Today's wasteland is no longer as desolate as it used to be without any trace of life. It is true that it is still not as vibrant as the forest, but scattered greenery can be seen everywhere.

The river in the wasteland flows majestically past the gate of the deserted city. Occasionally, you can see orcs fishing on the river on bamboo rafts. The little orcs by the river howl excitedly, and it is difficult to see any traces of fear and past suffering on their faces.

The life of orcs is always so tenacious. They can survive in any barren land and struggle to become a sign of life in the most difficult places.

This ridiculously tenacious vitality shared by the entire race is unique to the Kana continent.

After entering the deserted city, Guslaren went to see the stone tablet that occupied half of the area of ​​the deserted city, went to see the big tree in the valley that was said to be planted by the little god, and went to see the lively and unique orc market.

Finally, he met a little god carrying a bottle of milk on his back, and the god whose robe was pulled by the little god, on a small street.

Ever since she lost her dad, Jiaojiao has been very attached to him. She takes him with her wherever she goes and no longer likes to carry the small backpack. She takes out her own bottle and carries it on her back instead.

Jiaojiao, who was walking on the street with her short legs, holding her father's robe, also saw someone staring at them not far away.

Seeing that his expression was a little strange, Jiaojiao stopped and tilted her head in confusion.

Guslalon suddenly stopped and shifted his gaze from the little god to the great god.

In an instant, a strange electric current rushed from his tailbone straight to his brain, taking away all his thinking and control abilities.

Guslaren raised his hands to cover his chest, as if he was afraid that the heart that was pounding wildly against his ribs would burst out.

His dark blue eyes trembled slightly, and the blood in his body began to shake. He opened his mouth countless times but no sound came out, and could only let his soul roar silently.

At the moment of seeing the gods, Guslalon finally understood why the gods of their mermaid tribe collapsed and became so crazy that they chose to disappear after betraying the gods.

The gods are to them what fire is to moths!

It is an irresistible instinct that comes from the blood and the soul.

Guslaren closed his eyes and lowered his head. At this moment, he was like a moth about to fly into the flames. Even if he was about to face death, he was willing to accept it.

"My Lord God, I am here to confess my sins!" He reverently performed the most complicated and highest rituals of the Kana continent, and his long sea-blue hair spread to the ground as he knelt down.

Hesnemen opened his eyes and his gaze fell on the creature in front of him.

As if recognizing this creature, He took two steps forward and stopped. His golden eyes moved slightly, and a gentle and indifferent voice escaped from the corner of his lips: "Geslaren?"

Unexpectedly, the gods knew his name. Guslaren's heart stopped for a moment before it began to beat wildly again. He raised his eyes and looked devoutly at the gods in front of him: "Yes, gods!"

"I've seen you." Hesnemen looked at the creature's dark blue eyes that were like the deep sea.

He had seen this creature on the sea.

"You're fine."

Kind, gentle, tolerant, and with a strong sense of responsibility, this god who has protected his people from beginning to end can be considered a relatively perfect creation to some extent.

Praising the gods, Geslaren pursed his lips excitedly and said, "Thank you for the praise, gods. I am willing to offer you everything."

Jiaojiao blinked while tugging at her father's robe, looked up at her father and then at Geslalun in front of her, then lowered her head and took out a small piece of dried meat from her pocket in front of her belly and handed it to Geslalun: "Here."

Geslalon was really confused now. He stared blankly at the little god in front of him, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Seeing this, Jiaojiao handed the small piece of dried meat forward again: "Here."

Geslalen took it subconsciously.

Seeing him take it, Jiaojiao, who was deeply obsessed with her dad, curled her eyes and said in her father's tone, "You are very good."

Jiaojiao also wants to praise those who are praised by dad!

After praising him, Jiaojiao grabbed her father's robe and followed him out. As she left, she turned back and waved to Geslalun, saying softly, "Goodbye."

After the figures of Hesnemen and Jiaojiao completely disappeared, Geslalun got up from the ground in a daze.

Before coming here, he never thought that he would survive. After all, he came to the deserted city with the mentality of committing suicide.

The reason is very simple, because he used to be a god. Even if he has no divine power now, even if the mermaids call him the king, it cannot erase the fact that he once pretended to be a god.

The equally innocent and unaware elven god had already died. He didn't think he could survive. Rather than letting the gods remember him and implicating his now few remaining tribesmen, he might as well deliver himself to the gods.

Moreover, he had long wanted to meet the Lord God. There was no creature that would not go crazy for the God, and this included him of course, but his madness was often mixed with a hint of clarity.

Guslalan lowered his eyes and looked at the dried meat in his hand, carefully recalling the scenes that had just happened.

For a long time, a smile appeared in his dark blue eyes.

He put the dried meat in his hand to his mouth and took a bite. The aroma of the meat spread from his lips and tongue, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

Guslaren is indeed the most tolerant and kind god among the five gods, and protecting the mermaids when facing the black fog was indeed his choice from the heart, but it would be a lie to say that he had no other plans.

The moment he learned the truth about betrayal, Guslalon was wondering why Atticus and the others didn't erase the traces of the gods in this world after imprisoning them, or instead discredited the gods and portrayed them as fallen beings that the entire continent hated and despised.

After all, nothing is too much when facing the enemy!

Don’t even mention that they are incapable of defaming the gods. They have already committed even more insane acts of deicide, so what else is missing from defaming them?

So why not smear them, but instead do everything possible to sing praises and glorify the gods?

It is obvious that the betrayed gods will not forgive their past sins because of their praise.

Then the only explanation is that they did this for a purpose.

The puzzled Guslaren consulted all the historical books of the mermaids, and used the notes left by the original mermaid god to infer their behavior.

Of course, he added a lot of his own speculations.

Suppose Atticus and the others were blinded by greed, and suddenly woke up when they discovered that the gods and the world were one.

Then when they suddenly woke up, they found it was too late, because they had committed a betrayal that the gods could not tolerate, and brought a catastrophe to the continent.

So, they still had a trace of conscience and guilt for their own race. While enjoying the supreme status brought by divine power, they began to do everything they could to find possible survival opportunities for their race!

First of all, except for the five gods, all those who participated in the betrayal of the gods chose to die, leaving people of all races in a state of ignorance and innocence.

Then an extreme selection system was launched across the entire continent. The more loyal, brave, gentle, kind, and positive qualities a person possessed, the higher their status and the greater their achievements.

Positive qualities become the standard for measuring everything. People who grow up in such an environment will inevitably be innocent and righteous.

Atticus and his people are doing everything they can to push their people closer to the direction of perfect creation.

Why do they do this?

Guslalon then deduced the answer from everything about the beastmen recorded in the notes of the previous mermaid god and the beastmen's behavior over the years.

Ten thousand years ago, when they learned that Atticus and others had betrayed the gods, when they learned that they could not kill the gods, when they learned that the gods were one with the entire heaven and earth.

The beastmen responded quickly. Although they did not betray the gods, they had to make such a response to fight for the survival of their descendants.

Because they all know the character of the Lord God. The moment the Lord God breaks free from his restraints, all living things on the Kana continent will be destroyed.

This was bound to happen, and the beastmen who knew this well, while eager to devour the flesh and blood of the betrayer, had to exhaust all their efforts to fight for the tiny and insignificant chance of survival for future generations.

Just like Atticus and his men, the orcs showed extreme loyalty, integrity, perseverance, bravery and tenacity.

Why do they do this?

This is because they tried to use their tragic and unyielding spirit, and their loyalty to the gods, in exchange for a little mercy and hesitation from the gods.

The shocking stone tablet that occupies most of the deserted city is not for anyone to see, but for the creator of this world, the gods.

After analyzing this, Guslaren realized that their great god was an extremely paranoid and demanding being with regard to the perfection of creation.

Judging from the behaviors of the Celestials, Humans, Dragons, Mermaids, Elves, and Beastmen, it is not difficult to find out what kind of creation the gods want.

Sincere, brave, tolerant, selfless, possessing all positive qualities without a trace of negativity or darkness.

When he realized this, Guslaren tried his best to shape himself in this direction.

Although he knew that the chance of survival by using this method was too slim, so slim that no group of creatures had ever succeeded in the past tens of millions of years.

Guslalon believed that there were other creatures before them who had made the same effort, but the final result was that they were born.

In the eyes of gods, they are like dust, and the so-called vitality does not even exist.

But the only thing they can do is to try their best and fight with all their might before the dust settles.

As for the result... at the moment when their life force was gone, Guslaren knew that they had failed!

No matter what they did, the moment they were marked as defective, they were no longer within the sight of the gods.

But everything that happened next seemed like an absurd dream.

From the moment he opened his eyes again from the deep sea, Guslalon was in a state of trance and confusion.

He simply couldn't believe that what they had done had actually earned them a slim chance of survival from the gods.

If the gods were really moved by these things, then their creations would not exist.

It was not until he arrived at the deserted city and saw the white, tender and soft little god that Geslalen realized where the problem lay.

In the known tens of thousands of years ago, in the historical books that recorded history, and in the words of Atticus and others, there has never been such a little god beside the great god.

Then we can guess that the little god appeared later. He must have appeared after the Lord God was imprisoned, or perhaps just before or after the Lord God broke free from his restraints.

The reason why these creations were able to be reborn and survive might be due to the tragic deeds of the beastmen, or because he took on the responsibility of protecting the mermaids, or because of what Atticus and the others did... but the most crucial factor must be this little god.

For some unknown reason, this white, tender and soft little god prompted the great god to change.