Chapter 60
For three hundred years, the prosperous continent of Icarus and the flourishing kingdom of Lortheran have nurtured the people of this land into pure and kind-hearted individuals. Among them are people from all sorts of organizations, and even those who harbor thoughts of killing and robbing treasures are few and far between who can bring themselves to strike without batting an eye.
How many people would you have to kill before you become oblivious to the smell of blood and flesh mixed together?
How many people would have to die before one could face their former comrades with impassive indifference?
Not to mention those teenagers and young adults in their twenties, who are either exceptionally talented or have been protected by their families and have grown up in a pampered environment. The bloodiest scenes they have probably seen are people fighting each other.
A streak of blood-red light pierced through the layers of night, landing on the dilapidated city wall.
Arnold stared blankly up at the sight of the lingering smell of blood. He gazed at the crimson light, which grew larger and larger, filling his retina.
Immediately, a point of sky-blue light appeared in the sky above the city.
He suddenly remembered the secret realm he had mentioned to his companions that night, the one that would open at dawn.
The boy grabbed Aster: "We, we're going to the secret realm!"
Here, only slaughter awaits them!
Could that secret realm be any worse than this?
The yellow sand and blood-red sky, even at dawn, the dawn that is full of hope in church scriptures, is so tragic, as if smeared with the blood of countless races, making people shudder.
Arnold was unaware that this sea of blood was actually smeared with the flesh and blood of gods who only existed in legends.
Less than half a month after killing the god, Veris was unable to change the changes in the sky.
It's just that rumors have been circulating recently that the mainland is going to be destroyed, which is why this celestial phenomenon is happening.
Before, it was at most a bit yellowish, but it was never this reddish-brown; just looking at it made me tremble.
The azure light above the city grew larger and larger, its center becoming increasingly darker, until it finally transformed into a huge, twisted hole, its center a deep, ocean-blue color.
That is the site of the gods' ruins, where it is said that the sea god's weapon, the trident, is located.
Inside the city, Veris stood in front of a bungalow, looking up at the huge hole.
Lord Martin, standing nearby, stroked his chin and said, "I'm curious how those people are going to get in. Isn't the entrance in mid-air?"
The pale-faced youth stared intently at the cave entrance, and upon hearing this, said, "We don't need to go nearby; we can enter simply by requesting permission from Poseidon."
The gods listen to the voices of the people. As long as someone sees this cave entrance and has the desire to go in, the ruins will draw them inside.
They never ask others whether the idea was a fleeting thought or a long-planned one.
As soon as this idea comes to mind, the ruins will trigger the "rules" and stuff people inside.
Veris closed his eyes; there was no one beside him. He sighed inexplicably.
What is Lortheran's brain made of? How could he be so stupid?
Fortunately, Lortheran's men were still around. They had been valued by Lortheran for many years. When they saw the hole in the sky, they only hesitated for a second before continuing with their work.
Having just captured the new city, many tasks fell to their subordinates.
Lortheran was usually only responsible for leading troops to attack cities. He had one advantage: he did not easily suspect others and was willing to entrust power to capable people.
Even if this person has offended him or insulted him in the past.
He was generally not petty and had a broad mind. Many capable people gathered around him, spontaneously following this young man and sincerely believing that this desolate continent would be unified in Lortheran's hands.
Veris glanced at the entrance to the ruins again. He wanted to go in, but now was not the time.
"He went in?" A surprised voice rang out from behind.
Veris turned around and saw the young Lortheran standing behind him, looking up at the entrance to the ruins.
Then he laughed gleefully: "Hahahaha, how can there be such a stupid person!"
Veris: "..." He didn't think there was any difference between this future old Lortheran and the Lortheran from before, one mocking him and the other being foolishly taken away by the ruins.
Lortheran pretended not to see the disgust on Veris's face. At this time, Veris looked almost like a corpse, so it was really not easy for him to have such a vivid expression on his face.
He walked over, stretched, and asked, "My good friend, how are you planning to kill those guys?"
“I’m not your good friend.” Veris said sullenly. His only friend was Sylvain. “Let’s talk about it after those people take Poseidon’s good stuff. Poseidon… is easy to kill.”
Especially inland areas.
This sea god doesn't seem very bright. The entrance to the ruins should be in the sea, not inland. There's hardly any sea here, and after the gods fell, it even rains less.
Because he died young and his divine power was already weak, and now he doesn't even have a natural place like the sea, he guesses that this god probably doesn't want to be resurrected.
It was Yannis who instigated it, wasn't it?
Veris didn't have much contact with the Seven Gods; in just a few brief encounters, he had already gotten a pretty good grasp of their personalities.
Poseidon, this god... to put it bluntly, has no ambition.
If you can survive, stay in the sea; if you can't, die.
Just as Veris speculated, did Poseidon not know that the entrance to his site was inland?
But what can He do?
He had barely awakened when the two beasts, the Twin Gods, dragged him into the time rift!
Animals!
Could any god possibly defeat Veris three hundred years from now? What are these beings struggling with?! Did their brains get caught in Yannis's arm?! Or did the Twin Gods have an improper relationship with Yannis?! How could they even listen to such stupid nonsense!
Poseidon was desperate, but there was nothing he could do.
They were forced to follow the twin gods and evade Veris's pursuit across various timelines.
Because Veris had gnawed on His divine body, he could locate them wherever he went.
Poseidon didn't tell the twin gods about this, and coldly followed them as they fled in disarray.
He said that the fact that the Twin Gods could use the fact that the God of Love fed His body to Veris as an excuse to execute the God of Love shows that the Twin Gods' brains were filled with either animal excrement or the excrement of Janis.
Later, things got better. Cupid had a successor, and the two stupid pigs, shouting that they would die together, went to the execution platform.
Mika said that if Eros hadn't killed Poseidon and fed his divine body to a mortal, they wouldn't have confronted Eros to stand up for Poseidon.
Poseidon was too lazy to explain to these two beasts.
After a god dies, there will be "rules" to explain the cause and effect. He sees everything clearly. So Yannis and Ambrose would spread plague across the continent for no reason, and it drifted to Veris.
Even though Veris possessed divine status, he still had some human blood in his body, and he was young, so how could he possibly withstand the plague of Ambrose at that time?
Cupid realized what was happening and turned to kill Poseidon next door.
Poseidon was suffering, but he could not say anything.
In fact, even without his divine body, He could slowly repair himself, after all, the sea covered such a large area, and His divine power was still immense.
Just as the god of love killed their parents, the twin gods were furious and wanted to execute the god of love.
Is Cupid really that good-tempered? The three gods fought fiercely and eventually ended up on the execution platform.
Poseidon, who is currently recuperating: I beg you, please stop fighting!!
Poseidon is ignored by the gods.
Poseidon was unaware that he had acquired two dutiful grandsons, Micanoran.
Because of the retroactive judgment, Ambrose's divine power was reduced by half, but the beast endured it and pretended that it had nothing to do with him.
And what about Him?
He was implicated and his divine status was destroyed!
Even after a god dies, his consciousness remains somewhat hazy. Poseidon died young, and he could clearly see the cause and effect of the "rules." The other two pigs, however, were beaten into complete unconsciousness by Eros and did not see the "rules" at all.
Later, during the Twilight War, Poseidon had already let go of his resentment.
The idea that everyone is an idiot will be accepted over time... Yeah, right!
One day, three hundred years later, Poseidon's divine nature awakened, and then familiar divine powers of the same kind came over. Before Poseidon could react, he was bound to His filial son and grandson.
Mika patted his intangible chest and assured him, "Poseidon, we know you died young and your divine power is weak. We will protect you, and then we will join forces with the other gods to defeat that damned Veris!"
Poseidon: "..."
Nolan, the god of fate, agreed repeatedly and told Poseidon not to be afraid, as they traveled through time very quickly and Veris would definitely not be able to catch up with them.
Poseidon didn't want to live a life where he was constantly being chased and killed by Veris.
God doesn't really care if the Son of Eros nibbles on His flesh and blood; it's not like He can't grow back.
However, the Gemini Gods still managed to deliver the most devastating result.
The sea god's hand trembled as he realized that Veris's faith had spread throughout the entire continent of Icarus. Veris, whom they couldn't kill three hundred years ago, now possessed the faith of the entire continent and countless merits and honors—he was a thousand times more righteous and unified than any of these gods.
Poseidon was once an orthodox god; at least, his image was positive.
He has now been classified as a rebellious evil god.
Yannis also set his sights on His ruins, vowing that this time he would definitely be able to possess His body.
Poseidon does not need a body.
He only wanted to avoid a bad reputation after his death, so that he could be resurrected after thousands of years, as long as the faith in the seas existed.
However, the other members of his kind clearly couldn't stand to see him doing well.
Deep within the ruins, Poseidon crouched on his decaying shrine, weeping bitterly.
Cupid, come back! Come back and shoot all these beasts dead with one arrow!
This is not the world of gods, this is clearly a pig farm!
There were no checkpoints set up inside the ruins. Poseidon just waited for the right person to open His Palace of the Sea God while crying. Anyone who could open His Palace of the Sea God could take whatever they wanted from inside.
In any case, items covered by divine power, without a strong destiny, were crushed in no time.
So, Yannis and his group are just a bunch of pigs meeting. These are all divine artifacts, and the protective divine power on them is something ordinary people can't touch. Is Yannis trying to use this power to filter out bodies that can be possessed?
What if they all die!
But Poseidon was clearly overthinking it. Even if he hadn't set up any barriers, with all restrictions on the ruins wide open, the humans who were teleported in lost half their strength in the fight at the entrance.
Poseidon: "..."
Sure enough, this is a pig farm.
And Veris, who had just killed a god, was the top assassin from the slaughterhouse next door.
I still want to go to the ruins of the Twin Gods. Several people died in His ruins. He really had no other choice.
However, amidst this throng of pig heads, Poseidon still discovered a few promising talents.
Huh? Is that a hero?
The gods can still recognize humans with special identities. What puzzled Poseidon was that there were actually two heroes. However, after thinking about it, he remembered that this was not the present world, and one of the heroes was probably from three hundred years in the future.
He should just end this quickly and get killed by Veris; he's really had enough of this kind of life.
The underwater palace was magnificent and dreamlike. Humans could walk in it and breathe normally despite the surging water around them. The air was filled with rich water magic elements, much to the delight of water magicians.
Arnold was forcibly separated from his companions somewhere in the palace complex.
Soon, a curly-haired man appeared. He was naked from the waist up, but his lower body was a fishtail. No, it wasn't quite a fishtail. Arnold didn't know many magical beasts, but the curly-haired man didn't look like a normal human.
Moreover, the curly-haired man, with a stern face, held a trident in his left hand that shone with a seven-colored light similar to his key, and a trident in his right hand that looked like a fork. He asked, "Young man, did you drop this Poseidon's Trident or this 'eating trident'? If you answer correctly, I will give you the trident."
Arnold scratched the back of his head: "But I didn't drop the trident. This thing is very important, isn't it?" He pointed to the extraordinary trident of Poseidon in his hand and continued, "You should keep it and not let anyone else see it."
He didn't come to the secret realm with any intention of obtaining any divine artifacts; he simply wanted to hide there and escape the massacre.
So he moved slowly, his face full of sincerity: "If there's nothing else, I'll be going now. Goodbye, sir."
On the other side, Lord Martin also encountered the same curly-haired merman. He sized up the handsome merman and smiled wickedly: "I've lost a handsome merman."
Poseidon: "..."
Martin: "Why aren't you saying anything? Hmm?"
She even reached out to touch Poseidon's pectoral muscles: "Little mermaid, your pectoral muscles are very big."
The sea god withdrew a projection with a look of terror on his face.
Standing still, Lord Martin muttered to himself, "As expected, it was an illusion that deceived me. Hmph, they dare to use such a petty trick. They really look down on me!"
Poseidon squatted on his divine throne, took out the gift that the god of love had given him years ago, and wept bitterly: "God of love, in your absence, have human emotions become so distorted!"
Poseidon was one of the only two people who wanted to give away the artifact.
He even kicked Martin out; He really didn't want to see this human again!
Normally, being refused a divine artifact offered willingly would anger a god, but Poseidon, a god who died young and did not have time to accept new ideas, was taken away by the twin gods after his resurrection and did not have time to come into contact with the thoughts of humans three hundred years later. On this day, he encountered the greatest shock in his history.
His thoughts were still stuck on romantic love between men and women.
Lord Martin, however, dealt Him the heaviest blow to His spirit with an evil hand.
Why bother about being rejected? What Arnold said was exactly the kind of pure and kind believer that God envisions!
The palace complex of the sea god was vast, even larger than the capital city of Lortheran, and Arnold searched for his companions within it.
But whether they are trial participants or native inhabitants of this era who accidentally look up and discover the ruins and are then drawn into this palace complex, they are all within it.
Before they could find the sea god's palace, a silent battle royale began.
When the first human died, Poseidon, who was weeping at the grave of the god of love, finally came to his senses and frowned.
He had already gathered all his robes and wrapped them around himself, no longer exposing his chest and breasts. Now he stood up and paced around the throne.
Just a moment ago, He sensed the presence of that beast, Ambrose.
It's all Ambrose's fault; all those things happened back then!
Poseidon's face contorted with rage. Ambrose had probably already succeeded in possessing him. He was a bit weak because he died young, but this was his ruins, and humans were standing inside his palace. His power was at its strongest within the ruins—as long as Veris didn't come in.
Ambrose, is it? Just you wait!
Poseidon, wrapped in a sphere, waved his hand, and the Trident of the Sea God appeared in his hand, a twisted and angry smile on his face.
Outside the secret realm, Lord Martin, who had been expelled, sighed deeply, thinking to himself that he probably had no fate with this ruin, and slunk away to find Veris.
Veris found it strange that the man had returned so soon after leaving. Logically speaking, Lortheran's strength shouldn't have allowed him to return so early. How could those people from three hundred years in the future possibly defeat Lortheran?
Lord Martin sat in his seat as his subordinate poured him a glass of clean water. He raised it and gulped it down, complaining to Veris, "I didn't do anything after I went in, and I even broke through a phantom barrier, so why was I kicked out?"
"What illusion level?" Veris frowned slightly.
Lord Martin recounted the phantom he had just encountered, even mimicking the hand it had extended, its fingertips curling back like an eagle's claw, yet constantly wriggling, looking utterly vulgar.
"He got scared and ran away. I thought, this phantom is too weak. I haven't even hit him yet! In the blink of an eye, I was kicked out." Lord Martin sat dejectedly in his seat.
The loyal subordinate standing beside him immediately stood up: "Brother, don't be sad. I'll go see what's so good about that ruin. How dare they kick my brother out!"
Veris glanced at the man and said, "Sit down."
The subordinate sat down abruptly: "Okay."
Lortheran, who was also sitting in the corner, hissed softly upon hearing this: "Could it be the Sea God himself?"
Lord Martin, because this person was his future, still gave him a friendly look and retorted, "How could that be? Why would the Sea God do something like offering up a divine artifact so eagerly!"
The other subordinates echoed, "Yes, what god would rush to do something so worthless!"
Veris sat at the head of the table and sighed softly.
The two Lortherans were arguing heatedly, but he wasn't in a bad mood.
I even felt a little sorry for the sea god inside the ruins.
Although it's unclear why the Sea God was in such a hurry to give away the artifact—perhaps there was a conspiracy—the thought of Lortheran lecherously extending such a vulgar hand makes him think that if it were him, he would probably have punched Lortheran to death.
Poseidon, the god of the sea, was indeed very good-tempered, just as his mother had said.
"When we went to cut Him down back then, He didn't say a word; He was so quiet!" Eros said confidently.
Veris: "Did you stab him in the throat first?"
Cupid: "My son is so smart!"
Veris closed his eyes, and fragmented memories surfaced in his mind, relieving his long-suppressed emotions. He tapped his knee with his pale fingertips.
Then he opened his eyes and looked at the other Lortheran: "Go in there."
Upon realizing that Veris was talking about himself, Lortheran stopped and refused, saying, "My body is very fragile!"
Lord Martin also disagreed: "Exactly! What if he gets the artifact? Wouldn't I be incredibly embarrassed!"
Veris lifted his eyelids slightly: "Then I'll go?"
The next second, Lor'theran disappeared, clearly Poseidon was so frightened that he quickly pulled Lor'theran into the ruins.
Who cares who it is, as long as it's not Veris coming in!
Lord Martin witnessed this scene and exclaimed, "Ha, running so fast, he really is a hypocrite!"
Veris kept his eyes down and didn't speak. He had already sensed that the magic arrays carrying his magical aura were common blood tests and magic element tests, which also existed in this era.
Although he didn't know where they would land, he somehow managed to perfectly grasp the whereabouts and survival status of the trial participants.
In the future, my magical skills will probably have reached the pinnacle of the entire magical system.
...That's truly remarkable.
Veris perked up and looked at Lord Martin: "I have something to discuss with you."
Upon hearing this, the other subordinates all stood up and left. The sound-isolating magic circle lit up, and Lord Martin sat obediently in his seat, looked up and smiled: "Go on."
"Now that faith has been destroyed on the continent, countless religions still exist. I intend to create a brand new religion. When you unify the continent in the future, my religion will coexist with your kingdom," Veris said slowly.
Lord Martin nodded without hesitation: "Ah, okay."
After a while, seeing that Veris didn't continue, he asked again, "Then what do I need to do?"
Veris looked at him with a complicated expression: "Lotheran, you must understand, I can live for a very, very long time. No one knows what will happen in the future."
"A kingdom that coexists with religion will inevitably see a situation where royal power and religious power compete with each other in the future. Are you sure?"
Lord Martin touched his nose: "But I won't live to see that time, will I?... Oh, that person doesn't count. I feel like he definitely didn't stay king forever. He lived for three hundred years and didn't care, so why should I care?"
He said solemnly, "Veris, we have fought side by side for many years. I believe in you. I want to unify the continent and end the current situation, and I absolutely need your help."
"I was willing to use even the people who tried to assassinate me back then, how could I not trust you!"
Those descendants who challenge Veris, just kill them. There will always be those who obey!
Just look at those people who were arrested, they look like they've had too much time on their hands. You can imagine how good their lives must have been three hundred years later. In this day and age, you can't raise people with such delicate skin.
He was fortunate to have Veris's assistance in establishing his kingdom later on.
The last human king who unified the continent saw his rule crumble not long afterward, and he didn't want to follow in his footsteps.
Forget about setting up a church, he actually wanted to give the crown prince position to Veris if he ever established a kingdom. Wouldn't his country then last for ten thousand years without any problem?
Thinking of this, Lord Martin chuckled foolishly, clearly lost in a beautiful dream.
Veris rubbed his temples and finally sighed helplessly.
Such complete trust in his companions makes his suicidal thoughts seem excessive.
Since Sylvain will appear three hundred years in the future... then live well.
This barren land will be given new life in his hands.
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Author's Note: The most innocent person in the whole affair: Poseidon
Poseidon: Cupid, your son is gay, and your son's friend is gay too! Aaaaaaaah!
See you tomorrow! [hugs]
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