Mother of Ten Thousand Stones
The Kingdom of God camp was bustling with activity.
Those who were mentally shocked needed comfort, and those who were injured needed treatment. Half of the people who were still able to move had to investigate the situation and provide rescue. It was very busy.
Although the Son of God was severely injured, his strong vitality saved his life. Angry curses were heard from afar from time to time. It might just be a vague muttering, but it still made the people in the camp lower their heads in fear, not daring to distinguish the meaning.
According to the investigation team's report, the four-part body is melting, covering the original area of the mountain range and slowly flowing in all directions.
"It's like an expanding living thing..."
Some of the bloodline people couldn't help but whisper, the mountains and plains covered by the body of God were shining silver, the luster of the secret silver was so moving that it ignored the differences in terrain and swallowed up everything evenly.
Ground, trees, mineral creatures....
In the curse of the Son of God, everything is contained in Him.
The remaining mountain ranges were not spared either. Dan crossed the shallow silver river and cut off the unknown object that was emerging from the river.
The opponent's weapon exploded with a hissing sound, splashing into tiny droplets of liquid. The blond noble dodged it in disgust, and the place where the mithril splashed was sizzling with smoke.
“How disgusting.”
These things will transform everything they swallow into creatures from the Kingdom of God, and even his bone knife will be useless.
Dan threw away the weapon he had just made and stuffed a pill into his mouth. The bitter taste of chewing spread in his mouth. He glanced to the side and suddenly caught a glimpse of a round, red-burned object buried in the grass. He naturally recognized what it was. The blond noble frowned in confusion.
"... No way, I'm exhausted from running by myself, why should I bring this with me?"
After a long silence, he sighed and reluctantly extended his hand.
......
The red-haired young man followed the old priest through the tunnel. The priest's soul guarded both sides of the road, silently gazing at those who came to visit the gods.
The priest stopped in front of the Mithril Gate at the end of the tunnel, looked at the newcomers with cloudy eyes, and silently took a half step back. Two strong warriors opened the heavy gate, and under their gaze, Mason walked in alone.
I don't know what kind of skilled craftsman spun gold and silver threads into draped silk curtains, forming layers of overlapping covers. This has a special meaning in religion, symbolizing that the gods are unknowable, inaudible, invisible, and intangible. The hazy curtains seemed like a coffin room, climbing up the red-haired young man's shoulders and cheeks softly.
"I am surprised to see the descendants of gods here."
A female voice rang out from behind the veil, leaving a clear mark on everyone's mind. Anyone who spoke to Him would realize that man could not defeat God, just as he could not resist a storm or an earthquake.
Just listening to it is enough to make people lose their hostility. Mason moved his fingers, and the aesthetics that were tightly attached to his waist were as soft as a ribbon, refusing to attack the god.
He shifted his attention back to the conversation for the time being: "Descendants of God?"
"Don't you know yet?"
Facing the ignorant humans, the goddess sighed with some melancholy: "It seems that time has passed so long that humans have forgotten the heritage of the gods. Let me think...where should I start?"
"In the beginning, the world tree produced its first fruit, and man was born from it, becoming the darling of the world."
He raised his hands, and endless scenes passed before the red-haired youth: the giant tree of creation grew, the first fruit fell to the ground, and the baby grew up from the ground. They opened their eyes and saw the vast and bright world for the first time.
"Some people wanted to fly in the sky, so they became winged people; some wanted to go into the deep sea, so they turned into mermaids; some loved the forest, so they became elves. This is the origin of the world. Among them, some people were afraid, and their thoughts accumulated and catalyzed different creatures."
The scene changes, people fear the claws of beasts, the wings of eagles, the horror of magic, and thus dragons are born.
The fear of water, fire, metal and wood gives rise to elemental spirits, while the fear of death gives rise to the undead.
The original humans multiplied and gave birth to giants, dwarves, centaurs, fairies...
As they gained power, they were also confined. As the impression in their subconscious grew, these divergents eventually became another kind of creature.
Finally, there were still some primitive humans who had not changed their posture, and they were the ancestors of later humans.
“This is the origin of everything.”
[Mother of Ten Thousand Stones] said something earth-shattering in a calm and calm manner.
"The so-called gods are originally mortal beings."
"For example, the goddess of magic. The elements themselves were chaotic and disordered. The greatest magician at that time created the magic network, which aroused the fanatical belief of mankind. Eventually, the divine fire was ignited and became a god."
"The Moon Goddess was just a girl among the original humans who loved the brightness of the moon. She died following the moon and was passed down as a myth, gathering together the belief of mankind in the moon for thousands of years."
"As for the Earth Mother Goddess... Haha. How can the land be divided into male and female? The Mother Goddess refers to His image as a god."
"A stone infused with the power of faith can at most become a divine creature, but when humans truly believe in this stone, it becomes a god. As the most favored species of the World Tree, humans have supreme power in this world. They may seem weak, but they have the strongest potential."
The excessive amount of information made Mason's brain a little stuck. He has always believed that humans are the weakest component of the world.
In the face of pollution, he can only resist with his life, trembling like an ant in front of the black fog and monsters. As a result, now, a goddess who survived from the era before the black fog tells him: Humans are the biggest boss in this world?
The god who sees the truth saw through his hesitation, and the Mother of Ten Thousand Stones laughed softly.
"You have to know that the nature of the world is pollution!"
As he said this, the red-haired young man's head buzzed and everything in front of his eyes turned white. A great horror had descended upon this place, and the goddess herself revealed to him the veil of the truth.
The surrounding scene faded rapidly. Only his perception extended infinitely, the surrounding plants, minerals, souls, and the entire human race in the Kingdom of God...
Everything loses its outline and becomes mottled spots of light, large or small. They blend and influence each other, coexisting in a chaotic and harmonious way to form the entire world.
The pollution that burst out from the god's body illuminated the entire hall. But compared to those seemingly ordinary humans, the former was like a torch in the dark night, while the pollution that flowed from the latter was like a vast full moon, which made his eyes ache and tears flow.
Pollution penetrates the skin layer in every possible way, playing with the pink and white hemisphere in a slimy and wet manner, like a snake licking the brain grooves, easily destroying its human rationality.
A female voice tempted him: "Do you see it? This is the reality of the world. Look down at yourself."
He lowered his head in confusion.
The thin skin disappeared from his sight, and the bones were melted by the light. He opened his eyes wide and saw, saw——
I saw a sun that was brighter than anything I had seen before.
The human body twisted rapidly, and the skin was covered with dense granulations. A terrifying roar erupted from the throat, making the listeners shudder.
The Mother of Ten Thousand Stones stood up from behind the curtain, her skirt embellished with gems and gold brushing the steps. Her expression revealed a hint of sadness and understanding as she looked at the other person.
"Humans are the biggest source of pollution in the world. Only Gods can resist the pollution brought by the truth. We are the high and mighty Gods, and we are also prisoners of human thought. The only advantage is that we have one more way than the aliens."
He spoke words that the other party had no time to listen to. The empty eye sockets without eyeballs [stared] at the person in front of him. The fragrance emanating from Him was as strong as meat, making the young man tremble with hunger. But before he opened his mouth to take a bite, the human was suppressed in place by the power of the void.
This is His kingdom. No one can offend the Master here. Even crazy monsters have to bow down to Him.
[Mother of Ten Thousand Stones] reached out her hand and lovingly stroked the other's warm skin, tall and straight nose, slightly trembling eyeballs and dry and chapped lips.
Gods can increase their abilities by devouring their own kind, which is why the gods are constantly fighting. As divine creatures, they are equally attracted to each other. This is also why Oreius wants to devour the Son of God.
"I'm very curious, where are you from? You have the blood of God, but the body of a mortal. Has anyone ever told you that your life is as precarious as a candle in the wind? Here's a piece of advice for you, kid."
"Don't use this ability anymore. Although this advice is useless against the dead."
As He spoke, He peeled off the other's honey-colored skin, as gracefully as if He was taking off a gorgeous robe for a husband.
The dim starlight in the depths of her consciousness flickered slightly, and at this moment it surged back to the other side of the wall like a tide, and then returned to silence. The goddess seemed to sense something, and carefully looked at the body in front of her, and after a while she resumed the operation.
Bones, organs, flesh, eyeballs, brains.
Each part is separated and dismembered with such grace. It is hard to describe the scene, it is like dissecting a live octopus, even if the different organs are separated, the octopus is still alive.
The separated scarlet blood was suspended in the air in the shape of a human. With a light hook of the goddess' fingertips, a dense net was pulled out in the air.
The extremely thin thread of blood was stretched again until its true appearance was revealed under the influence of divine power. Countless tiny runes formed a spiral chain, and tens of millions of chains were compressed into a drop of blood.
It is constantly changing and spawning new runes, causing people to feel dizzy and nauseous when looking at it, and even silently causing changes in the viewer.
This is clearly a living, splitting source of pollution.
It was completely different from the black mist, yet extremely similar. [Mother of Ten Thousand Stones] admired it as if it were a fine work of art. She cut her finger and a drop of golden divine blood dripped out. The golden rune net extended in the air in the same way, the two eroding, merging, and engulfing each other, making an extremely strange chewing sound.
With a gulp, the hall they were in shook, as if someone had swallowed something inappropriately.
There was another gurgling sound, and all the mountains covered with mithril shook. A large group of eyes opened up on the silver-white mountains, and the sticky mithril stretched out its body, and fell to the world like a ripe fruit.
Looks like a human, an animal, a plant, or a bird.
They were once recorded in the scriptures of the Mother of Ten Thousand Stones and worshipped by all living beings as servants of God. At this moment, they awakened again at the call of the Mother Goddess, and rushed to the human settlements in the Kingdom of God and to the kingdoms outside the Kingdom of God.
The towering mountains are their homeland, and the sealed gates opened automatically under the will of the goddess. Large groups of Mithril creatures disappeared at the entrances and exits, completely ignoring the impact this would have on the outside world.
In the silk curtained hall.
[Mother of Ten Thousand Stones] opened her hands and embraced the blood net in front of her. The two sides made a sound like iron burning flesh. The goddess' body swallowed it bit by bit. Until the end, including skin, bones, blood and internal organs, not a drop was left.
His snow-white skin was covered with cracks, and the conflict between divine powers was enough to drive even the toughest warrior mad, yet he remained calm.
The Mother of Ore walked out from her sleeping bed, and the believers standing by prostrated themselves and kissed the ground where her bare feet had stepped.
Transparent diamonds, exquisite agates, gold and mithril... all the minerals in the world broke out of the ground behind Him and flourished. The goddess wore a soft gauze on her shoulders, and the gemstone wall automatically cracked in front of her. The cold light of the full moon of the kingdom of God came in and fell on His beautiful face.
Sensing his mother's arrival, the Son of God stopped cursing and let out a cry of joy and coquettishness. The watch was still embedded in his right eye, and it looked even more worn. Hearing the young son's complaints, the goddess raised her hand and touched the wall, gently soothing his dissatisfaction.
"This is the artifact of the goddess of fate. In order to allow the gods and humans to continue, she became the first sacrifice of the catastrophe. She split her own artifact and gave it to the gods who could survive. No matter whose divine blood one inherits, he is qualified to use it."
Whether it is a righteous god or a strange god, they all received the gift of destiny.
He treats everyone equally. Those powerful gods have no chance to arrive in the new century, but the alien gods who should have died are able to awaken here.
[Mother of Ten Thousand Stones] stared at the long-lost scenery in front of her, the wind from the Kingdom of God gently blowing her long hair. She sensed the soul approaching from behind, but did not look back.
"Look, Musa, I have finally fulfilled my promise and brought you to a place where there is no persecution from the righteous gods. When I finish digesting it, I will take you to find a new place to live and let the people of the tribe start over."
The old priest stood behind Him, bowed his head respectfully and said, "Your decisions are never wrong, my Lord."
Hearing the familiar answer, the beautiful goddess lowered her eyes and smiled slightly.