Reunion

This is a great sacrifice.

Gods and humans join forces to fight against fate, trying to find a way out of despair. The elegy of death and sacrifice is repeated over and over again.

In the face of destruction, no one retreats. Knowing that the future is doomed to fall into the abyss, they are willing to become flames, wanting to ignite hope in the darkness.

For this reason, the Pope volunteered to be the lamplighter, using his life to awaken the self-sealed gods.

For this, the gods gave up their immortal cause and shed blood for thousands of years for vain hope.

The God of the Scorching Sun looked at the other party with great eagerness. The person being petitioned was silent for a long time and sighed softly.

"I refuse."

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, becoming unusually quiet. All the gods stared at the silver-haired young man, with mad storms brewing in their eyes.

"This is just a repetition of useless work. The new god will become the next monster, and in turn be killed by the new Son. The situation of mankind will not improve, and the sacrifice of the gods will only prolong the slow process of death. What mankind really needs is to stand up and find a solution to the black fog, rather than living under the protection of the gods and knowing nothing about it."

"From the beginning, the path you took was wrong."

"In the primitive times, the first primitive humans united with each other and gave rise to the human race of today. In order for the human race to continue, the gods opened up the other side of the world at the cost of their own death. And then, generation after generation of gods stepped into the twilight for the sake of human beings..."

"But this is not what humans need."

The silver-haired young man raised his head slightly, his heterochromatic eyes staring at the huge creature in front of him. Compared with the gods, he seemed extremely small. But when he spoke, even the gods listened attentively.

"O Gods, you are the fathers and mothers of mankind."

"But today's human beings should have stepped out of their cradle long ago and no longer need your meticulous care."

He had seen that glorious era, when even without the protection of gods, humans could still rely on their own wisdom and resilience to stand firm on earth.

If the gods did make a mistake, this was the biggest mistake:

Even though thousands of years have passed, time has passed, and the world has changed, humans have never stepped out of the wings of the gods. How can they grow into independent eagles?

The sky turned bright red, and the gods were enraged by his words. The huge tumor squirmed, and the twelve heads roared in unison.

“Humans need protection.

“Humans are fragile.”

"My children, without us, how can you survive in this ugly world?"

Worried or high-spirited, wise or crazy, the faces of the gods shed tears of blood, and the layers of voices overlapped with each other, with a shocking bias, and finally converged into a unified discourse.

"Can't give up!"

"Not allowed!"

"I can't leave!!"

The deformed monster put together by the twelve righteous gods stretched its body, causing the earth to shake and dirty blood to flow from its body.

The God of War, who was originally suppressed at the bottom, suddenly raised his head, with twisted anger burning in his eyes. The ancient gods had long been lost in the long years, and the only thing they remembered was their responsibility, which was to protect mankind.

These fragile children need God's care, otherwise they will be defeated by disasters. The silver-haired young man gradually blurred in their eyes, more like many figures overlapping each other.

Devoured, killed, polluted, assimilated.

The child rebelled against his parents' love and wanted to go out of the house to face the dangerous world.

How can they, as parents, feel at ease?

Remove danger, shield against wind and rain, eliminate pollution, even if you have to tear the opponent into pieces and swallow them into your stomach, you must ensure the safety of [humanity]!

The meat mountain struggled to stand up, and twelve pairs of fleshy wings grew from its back. Six pairs of arms were wrapped around its chest, as if it was holding a baby. The head embedded in its head seemed to be crying or laughing, happy or sad. Countless golden threads were entwined around its bloated flesh, and a chaotic, murmuring, blasphemous sound was heard. He was a sacrifice of flesh and blood to the world, and also a greedy and tyrannical guard.

Ugly and holy.

Terrible, kind.

Selfish and devoted.

The two opposite qualities are vividly displayed at the same time, and the chaotic and disordered souls are pieced together, completely losing their former holiness. It looks so sad and pitiful.

"It's been a long and admirable journey. Sorry, I need to stop you here."

The silver-haired young man raised his hand, and the translucent flower vines grew wildly, colliding violently with the golden threads. They were originally connected, and now they began to devour each other. The golden threads covering the entire human kingdom slowly broke, and everyone raised their heads at the same time, instinctively realizing that a change was happening.

The collision of two different paths is bound to result in the death of one party, and this determines the future direction of the church and even the human kingdom.

In the Kingdom of God, the golden thread pierced through the young man's shoulders, pinning him tightly in the arms of the Lord of All Things and All Powers, just like a mother holding her baby. Twelve huge faces showed the same sick smile, and only in this way could they feel at ease.

Canaan, who was treated as a baby, was unmoved. He ignored the blood gushing out of his shoulder and tore open his chest, revealing a pair of awake eyes.

Only gods can kill gods. They are each other's food!

The evil gods that smelled the wonderful smell immediately began to devour the gods, and then were devoured by them. The golden threads and flower vines intertwined and gradually merged into one. The new gods and the old gods started a fierce fight, and the uncontrolled pollution spread in all directions. With the holy city as the center, many fanatics began to cry and laugh, kneel on the ground and pray, with crazy expressions.

Upon seeing this, the Lord of Monsters snorted and laughed: "It seems that you have lost. Even if the Lord of All Things and Omnipotence is willing to die, He cannot resist the instinct of survival. The alternation between the two sides will inevitably cause unrest among mankind."

And that was enough. Even though he couldn't hurt Mason now, he could call Mica if there was any chance.

This strange ability has no limits on monsters!

"That's not necessarily true. You really don't understand humans at all."

The boy standing opposite replied calmly, his eyes dark. The Monster Lord frowned slightly, unable to guess what other cards the other party had. The World Tree could not intervene in such a matter, and everyone else was restrained by the monsters He sent. It was impossible for other troublemakers to appear in a short time.

As if seeing through His thoughts, Mason shook his head, his tone calm.

"I really don't have many cards left to play, but sometimes, all it takes to defeat your enemy is a single word."

The Monster Lord found this ridiculous and looked extremely indifferent.

He really didn't understand what the other person meant, but there were always people who understood.

The pillar of light rising from the church reached the sky, holy and beautiful, in sharp contrast to the bloody battle in the Kingdom of God. The flow of time inside and outside the Kingdom of God was different. In just a dozen minutes, countless rounds of fighting had already passed in the Kingdom of God.

The meat mountain stuffed Canaan into his arms, wishing he could stuff it back into his stomach. The evil god kept eating the other's flesh and blood. No matter how much he ate, he could always grow more. If this continued, it would only lead to a greater disaster. The silver-haired young man's lips moved. His voice was extremely weak, but it made the mad god freeze in his tracks.

"...Stop, humanity no longer needs the protection of the gods."

The blood stained the snow-white robe, like a breathtakingly beautiful oil painting. Canaan's right hand penetrated deeply into the opponent's chest. The evil spirit used this as a medium to devour the energy in the opponent's body. The silver-haired young man blinked his eyes with great effort, and his voice became a little louder.

"Thank you for your continued efforts. You are already too tired. Please stop now."

The horrible monster let out a deafening roar, and the eyes of several of its heads lit up slightly, forcing down the urge to resist. In just a moment, the greedy god of evil had gained the upper hand, and even if the opponent resisted at this time, it was too late. The dense flower vines tied the opponent to death, until this mountain of flesh completely lost its deity and turned into a pool of melting ice cream.

The young man's body and the heads of the gods hit the ground, causing a heart-piercing pain. Canaan coughed and stood up shakily. It took him a while to put the overly excited evil back, and he looked up at those familiar heads.

The gods regained some consciousness. Old Mai's God of Medicine was observing him, the God of War had red eyes, sometimes crazy and sometimes calm, and the remaining gods sighed intermittently.

"Humanity... no longer needs us..."

"...Such a sad world, such a terrifying future. Without the protection of the gods, how can humans survive..."

"I will take it, I will continue, and I will go on."

"If this is all a mistake, I take responsibility for it."

The silver-haired young man stood in front of them, welcoming their scrutiny and observation. His body was covered in blood, but his tone was calm. It didn't seem to make any difference to him whether the road ahead was a bumpy detour or a broad road.

The eyes of the gods fell on him, and the mark of divine favor began to heat up, as if the past was greeting him in the present, making the gods' expressions softer.

"Can you... do this...?"

"It will take a long time, and I will guide them through it. And then in this world, humans will protect themselves."

It is difficult to describe this feeling. There is a kind of person in the world. When you hear his promise, you will realize that this thing will come true someday in the future. The gods fell into silence for a long time. I don't know who uttered the first sigh, full of fatigue and gentleness.

"...Thank you...Next...someone is waiting for you..."

"...We can finally...rest..."

The twelve gods smiled, and their heads and the flesh on the ground turned into ashes and scattered, revealing the green earth. A breeze blew, and the land became holy and clean in the blink of an eye.

There was a layer of milky white mist in the distance, and nearby there were small warm-colored flowers. The scent of newly sprouted grass filled the air, and the warm sunlight penetrated the clouds and fell on the silver-haired young man, making him feel as if he were in a dream.

Maybe I was in a dream, a familiar voice came, the person who came had blond hair and blue eyes, a bright smile, a long sword on his waist, handsome and gentle.

"Long time no see, Canaan."

The young knight was walking from afar, stepping on the flowers, just like the one they had first seen thousands of years ago in the distant past.

The silver-haired young man raised his eyes and looked at the other party steadily, revealing a rare smile: "Long time no see, Christine."

It was not an illusion, not a dream, and not the past. Standing before him was the real Christine.

At this moment, fate completely closed the circle.