New God!

The bonfire was burning brightly, with a whole piece of barbecue on it. The bright red flames licked the surface, and grease dripped from time to time.

The blond knight skillfully turned the branch and brushed a layer of honey on the barbecue. It was roasted to a crispy and delicious taste, and you could just cut it with a small knife and put it in your mouth. It was so hot that you would stick out your tongue.

The silver-haired young man looked at him silently and stuck out his tongue. Christine blew a breath and finally swallowed the barbecue. He turned around and greeted him warmly: "Don't be polite, come and eat, it will get cold soon!"

The other person moved next to him, took the barbecue handed to him by the rider, and the two sat together and began to eat in silence.

This familiar scene immediately made people feel relaxed. As expected of a knight favored by God, the barbecue was delicious. Even though his body didn't need to eat, Canaan still took two bites before asking.

"What brings you here?"

Christine sighed, "This is a rather troublesome matter. The World Tree took twelve days to bloom and bear fruit, and the first fruit was born. Therefore, twelve has magical power, and everything cannot be perfected beyond twelve. At the beginning, the gods blessed me and wanted to create the thirteenth true god, so the gods personally took charge, and fate sent me to a dead end."

"I did die, and this was the first time the gods defied fate. Half of my soul was split and hidden by the gods."

Christine spoke lightly, but his simple words were enough to remind people of the thrilling events that followed. At this point, he smiled at the young man and said, "I have to thank you for this, Canaan."

"It was your existence that told the gods about the coming disaster, and it was you who reminded them to prepare from that day on. This was a gamble that spanned thousands of years, and we paid a heavy price. The result is that I can stand here and tell you these things."

He had never thought that the egg he had picked up so casually would turn out like this. Of course, he didn't dare to say this to her face now. Looking back, Christine couldn't help but sigh. He was indeed the protagonist of the God's Blessing Era. He could pick up the hope of the future so casually. He was really amazing!

The blond knight boasted in his heart while recounting what happened to him.

"I didn't become the thirteenth true god, but I was recognized by the god of death when I died. Who could be more favored by the god of death than the deceased? After that, the legend of [Christine] was passed on by word of mouth and became a synonym."

"I gathered people's wishes. Therefore, even though I did not become a god, even though my body turned to dust, I can still survive as a soul until now."

“Because I am hope.”

I am the hand that reaches out amid cries of grief, the knight who stands up when the enemy invades, the old man, the child, the young man, the man, and the woman.

When there are people in the world who practice the way of the knight, I appear beside them and give them courage.

Even in the dark age, the ancient glory remains.

The knight favored by the gods finally realized his original dream and became a person who extended a hand to those in trouble in adversity.

"Originally, I was commissioned by the gods to show you the direction to move forward."

The blond knight spoke gently, and behind him appeared a road covered with thick green trees. It was deep and quiet, as if waiting for someone to set foot on it.

"As long as you walk through this road and reach the throne at the end, you will become the next one true God, and my mission will be completed... This is before you make a decision. Now, since you are determined to break through, I will naturally help you."

Christine gave him a sly wink, looking very pleased with herself.

"My soul was originally divided into two halves. One half was hidden by the gods in the gap of fate, and the other half carried the artifact made by the god of death. It is sleeping in the deepest part of the black fog. That is the only weapon in the world that can kill you. It should have been left to the next son of God according to the design of the gods-"

"But if humans get rid of the black fog, there will be no need for human sacrifice. So as long as you can find it, you can use it however you want."

The silver-haired young man thanked him calmly: "Thank you for your trust, the oil on your mouth is not wiped clean."

"Ohhh, sorry sorry."

The blond knight wiped his mouth quickly and found that he didn't get it on his mouth at all. He looked at Canaan in shock, with a look that said "You've changed!"

The silver-haired young man smiled and stood up. The gentle wind blew across his face. No matter why the other party came, it was always a pleasure to meet an old friend. Even if he had to face a dangerous and dangerous road, he would still feel a little warm.

"Christine, I'm so glad to see you again."

The blond knight was startled and smiled gently.

"Me too, Canaan. I have been looking forward to meeting you again since thousands of years ago."

He came here to pass on hope to those who come after him.

If he could have the chance to see his friend again, it would be the best comfort for him.

…

When walking through the forest path, Canaan realized that all the leaves were actually leaves of the World Tree. There were more than hundreds of them, and he couldn't help but wonder if the Twelve Gods had plucked out all the leaves of the World Tree.

Just as Christine said, the road ended at the throne high above. Angels and knights knelt on both sides of the platform, and the throne was shrouded in light.

The young man placed his hands on the armrests of the throne, and suddenly a familiar voice rang in his ears.

Some were gentle, some were clear, some were lonely, and some were bold. They were the voices from the very distant past, the gods who had long anticipated that they would fall into madness, but could not turn back, leaving messages for those who came later. Twelve different tones overlapped and merged into one sentence that flowed into the ears of the young man.

“I wish you success.”

O one who has not yet arrived, I wish you success.

I wish you success in beating us and getting here.

I wish you success in completing the journey we have not yet completed.

On this long and bumpy road, I can only wish you success.

The road they came from rustled, waiting for the new god to make a decision. This was a gift from the last era. It could be used to return to the past, consuming the pollution on Canaan and extending the lifespan of the vest. Or, according to Mason's idea, in exchange for a slim hope.

Without any hesitation, the silver-haired young man gave the order: "Show me the future."

As the gods spoke, all the leaves burst into a strong light, forming an endless galaxy. What was suspended in the night sky were not stars, but tens of millions of mirrors.

A scene emerged in the first mirror. A river of blood flowed through the human territory. A red-haired young man sat on the throne, covered in wounds. The blood flowed into the grooves around the throne and finally into the river of blood outside the palace.

A baby-shaped gem is inlaid above the throne, which is completely consistent with Canaan's energy fluctuations, providing him with treatment at all times in order to maintain a sufficient amount of blood.

This is a world ruled by the King of Blood. People are born bathed in blood, and therefore have powerful abilities to resist pollution. As long as the king does not fall into madness, even ordinary people can stay awake. This scene made Mason's heart sink deeply. In this world, the original body and other vests cannot be seen. There is only one possibility, that is, he abandoned himself and chose to live forever as Oreius.

The king raised his head wearily, and met the gaze in the void. He stared at himself in the past, with endless deep meaning in his eyes.

"Don't choose this path. This is not the future we want."

The mirror shattered, and a holy land shrouded in light emerged in the second mirror.

All people surrender to the glory of the Lord. The silver-haired god sits on a glorious throne, controlling the world's faith. Fervent prayers continue day and night, and people shout his name, resting in heaven. Beneath the holy and beautiful face is a bloated and ferocious body. The monster overlooks the human race, like a dragon guarding its treasure.

He suddenly raised his eyes and looked at himself outside the mirror.

"Don't choose this path. This is not the future we want."

This mirror shattered, and the third mirror was chained, and the picture turned gray. Everyone used money as the criterion to exchange for valuables.

In ancient times, similar beings were called demons. The black-robed businessman stood at the farthest point, his figure looming in the black mist, indicating that this future had been blocked.

The fourth mirror reflects a bleak and illusory world. The girl with the lantern wanders around every corner of the earth, creating a kingdom for the dead. They do not interfere with the black fog.

Falling asleep at dawn and waking up at night. People can realize their original wishes after death. The girl turned her head to the side, with a deep look on her face that did not match her appearance.

"Don't choose this path. This is not the future we want."

"......"

Countless mirrors rotate, and the images within them change. Phantom sounds come from them, and the shadows are vague.

"Don't choose this path. This is not the future we want."

There are countless stars in the sky, symbolizing the endless gods.

And no matter how hard the gods try, there is still no path that leads to the future.

——This world has come to an end.

Humanity is doomed to perish, and the black fog is destined to become the master of the new era. This is the main theme of fate.

But ah, but.

Isn't it that humans are willing to risk everything in the face of death and to move forward despite pain? Isn't it that even in the face of endless disasters, tiny lives will still sing songs of praise with courage?

The silver-haired young man sat on the gorgeous throne. The golden threads faded, replaced by his own silver threads. The boundless silver threads stretched out, covering the entire divine domain, and then expanded outward.

He heard the prayers of mankind and the crying, sorrow, despair, pain and resentment of countless people.

I also heard countless people’s prayers, blessings, joy, memories and the purest hopes.

Two completely different kinds of pollution constitute the foundation of the world, so He looked into the distance and everything He saw was divided into two parts.

Half good, half evil.

It is human beings who do all the ugly things, and it is human beings who help others regardless of everything; it is human beings who are cowardly and selfish, and it is also human beings who lend a helping hand without fear of sacrifice.

Their beliefs shaped the gods and also polluted them.

What is the nature of the only righteous god in the world, the Lord of All Things and Omnipotence who protects all living beings?

It is the biggest source of pollution for the condensation of human beliefs!

And now, the same is true for Canaan, who has succeeded his throne and become the new god.

Endless pollution poured in from all directions and gathered in His body. The evil gods cheered and jumped for joy, devouring the nutrients in big gulps.

This belief once drove the God of War mad, causing him to draw his sword against his companions. It also polluted the World Tree, causing it to go completely insane, leading to it being chopped down by the gods. And for the new god today, it is also a death warrant. He calmly embarks on the road of doom, and as he said, he takes on the future and reality that is about to fall.

One god falls, another rises.

With the Holy City as the center, the bright light directly dispersed the invading black mist. The cold voice spread throughout the entire human territory.

"From today on, the Black Mist is not allowed to enter human territory."

People cried with joy, and the clergy were ecstatic. They heard the voice of God for the first time. The Monster Lord snorted coldly, and his figure faded from the human realm.

The promotion was over, and Yunmu couldn't catch up. Since he couldn't kill the other party, there was no point in staying.

The silver-haired god closed his eyes slightly, and there were still unspoken words echoing silently in his heart.

After the self, humans no longer need God.