Chapter 70
In the main seat, Atticus of the God Clan narrated the reasons for their betrayal of the Gods in an immersive and chanting tone.
What he said, along with the curtain of sky that appeared in the sky, fell into the ears of all races on the Kana continent, bringing a long period of silence and death.
The words spoken by the gods on the sky were undoubtedly shocking. The blood of all races froze with these words, and endless chill instantly spread to every limb and bone.
A brief period of silence was followed by earth-shaking noise and commotion.
Every word the god spoke was like an invisible torture knife, scraping their bodies and souls into a bloody mess... causing them to scream and roar like crazy...
In the Celestial Temple, the elven god Velulia's deep green eyes gradually showed disbelief and disgust as Atticus spoke.
"Ridiculous!" She couldn't help but speak out, pulling Atticus, the god of the Celestial Clan, out of her self-immersion. Her voice was cold and sharp, scraping off the skins they were wearing without any cover.
"Hypocrisy, arrogance, selfishness, greed, there is no doubt that the reasons you gave vividly and vividly interpret these words to me."
Veluliya's cold gaze swept across the human race, the dragon race, and finally the celestial race's gods. "I believe you want your race to survive in this world, but I believe it's your own selfish desires and greed that are driving you to betray the gods."
"You fear His power as the Creator, but beyond fear, perhaps you are more likely to covet and covet this power!"
"Indeed." The merman god beside him spoke. His brows were gentle, and his intricate, gorgeous dark blue eyes seemed to shimmer with the sea. In a soft voice, he confessed his most unbearable selfish desires: "Control the life and death of all things, destroy and give at will."
"This temptation is enormous for any creature with selfish desires."
He closed his eyes slightly. "The nightmare you first had after glimpsing the power of the gods was indeed a scene where your race and yourselves were wiped out from the world without any resistance. It's understandable that any being would have such a dream after witnessing such a scene."
"But the protagonist of your so-called nightmare is probably not the powerless terror of their race being wiped out. It's the irresistible, vast, and destructive force that erased them."
"You want that power, you want to become a supreme being that all races worship."
"Everything in your dream is so outrageous that you often wake up in fear, often unable to sleep at night. You are always cautious, fearing that the gods will notice everything in your dream. But gradually, you find that the gods cannot notice or do not bother to notice your dreams."
“Then you will be at peace and no longer be afraid.”
"But gradually, you lost your fear and were seduced by the pleasure you felt in your dreams, the sensation of mastering the power to destroy the world. Then, that temptation gave rise to selfish desires, which gradually evolved into greed."
"Until one day, you were so audacious that you harbored utterly rebellious thoughts. But you couldn't betray the loyalty of your blood, suppress the sin within you, or ignore the wailing of your soul. So, you resorted to every possible means to justify your selfish desires and greed, to find a clean, beautiful cover for all your thoughts."
"For the continuation and survival of my own race."
"So that the fate of our race will no longer be arbitrarily controlled."
"So that our race will no longer be like ants, living in constant fear."
"Gradually, you all began to believe these reasons, and then you started to complain with a clear conscience again."
"Resent the injustice of the gods, resent the gods' arrogance, resent the fact that no matter how pious your own race is, the gods are reluctant to grant you power over other races."
"I blame the gods for not lowering their eyes to look at you. I blame the gods for not giving you preferential treatment or special treatment, even though you are all the best and most advanced beings in your respective races."
"So, out of discontent and greed, you exploited the gods' trust and began to kill them. However, after you took action, you discovered that the gods and heaven and earth are one. You could not kill the gods, and you even nearly dragged the lives of the entire continent to their death."
"You, who are unable to kill the gods, have imprisoned the gods, stolen their power, and transformed yourself into the gods who save the world."
"You have wiped out all traces of the gods in this world, and even pinned the crime of godslayer on the beastmen, who were once of equal status but far more loyal than you."
As Guslalon revealed the psychology of gods like Atticus, all the races on the Kana continent who looked up at the sky were horrified to the extreme.
"After your initial revelry, complacency, and arrogance, you gradually developed a sense of guilt and occasional remorse. Furthermore, the gods themselves remained alive, leaving you feeling strained and unable to withstand the pressure. The gods of the elves and mermaids, who were the most sensitive and able to feel nature, gradually collapsed and chose death."
"As for you who have a stronger endurance, you feel guilty and guilty, yet you constantly try to take something from the imprisoned gods."
"An accident occurred, and the spirit broke free from your captivity."
"You're panicking, but at the same time you're calmly waiting to die."
"You didn't call Velulia and me here to discuss countermeasures."
"Those of you who are well aware of the power of the gods know that the Kana Continent has reached its end. You are powerless to fight against it. Facing an enemy like the gods, even struggling seems ridiculous."
"So you deployed a sky screen over the Kana Continent, transmitting everything happening there in real time. When Veluliya questioned you about your betrayal, you explained your lack of options. Even now, you're still trying to blame the gods for your betrayal."
"You were forced to do this!"
"You are doing this for the continuation of the race!"
"What a great and admirable decision!"
"Even death is accompanied by a hymn!"
"Because you know that the gods do not bother to explain everything to their creation."
"That's why you guys acted so blatantly and thoughtlessly."
At this point, Geslaren's dark blue eyes were filled with amusement. "I have to suspect that tens of thousands of years of smooth sailing have limited your thinking ability to a relatively low level, so that you arrogantly believe that everything will proceed according to your thoughts and wishes!"
"You guys are so hypocritical and arrogant!"
Guslaron glanced at the three gods of the Celestial, Human, and Dragon tribes, a gentle smile curling his lips. "Are all my confessions, evaluations, and guesses correct?"
Atticus, the god of the Celestial Clan, looked at him intently.
"Hehe... hehe. Hahaha... hahahahaha..." He laughed softly, and as he laughed, it turned into laughing with his head thrown back. He laughed so hard that he almost fell off the throne.
He seemed to be crazy, his sky-blue eyes were filled with tears while he laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe, and the emotions in his eyes were obscure and embarrassing.
For so many years, they have not dared to face the selfishness, greed and unbearableness in their hearts. They clung tightly to the skin they wore, repeating over and over again that they were doing it for the race and for the countless lives in this world. At one point, they even believed it themselves.
They dared not see the imprisoned gods, nor did they dare to think about anything about the gods.
Every time I think about it, my heart cramps and my soul is torn by guilt.
But all of this will eventually be wiped out by the supreme status, the worship of thousands of people, and the pleasure brought by supreme power.
They continue to be driven by greed to do even more outrageous things.
"You're right." Atticus, having laughed enough, straightened his clothes. "Actually, given the gods' personalities, we're all doomed to die. It doesn't really matter whether we do this or not, or what our image looks like, because it will all be meaningless."
"Oh, right." He smiled. "I'm talking about all the races on the entire Kana continent."
Upon hearing this, Veluliya suddenly stood up and said, "Isn't it that if only a few of us gods die..."
"Too naive, Velulia," the human god, Cesar, said regretfully. "In the eyes of the gods, we are merely flawed creations. Destruction is inevitable to make room for the next batch of creations."
As he spoke, he waved his hand, a ripple appeared in the air, and then the scene in the distance appeared in front of them.
The overwhelming black fog in the picture rolled in like a wave, and it would not take long for it to engulf a human city.
"Divine hatred, you're familiar with it, right? Then which god do you think this hatred comes from?"
"Ever since the Lord God emerged from the Eternal Night, the black fog has begun to engulf the entire continent. Lately, it's become even more turbulent, plundering life force at an ever-increasing rate. A person infected with the God's disgust will die within a month at most."
He shook his head pretentiously: "This is a death that even we can't reverse!"
There was a loud noise outside, and countless celestial beings spread their wings and flew up to the temple.
Atticus, the god of the Celestial Tribe, Sesamosa, the god of the Human Tribe, and Hermentut, the god of the Dragon Tribe, stood up. Before leaving, they turned to look at the gods of the Elf Tribe and the Merman Tribe and enthusiastically invited them, "Would you like to go to the Deserted City together?"
The merman god, Geslalon, looked up at them and asked, "Why are you going to the deserted city?"
The dragon god, Hermentut, spoke: "Go to the gods and atone your sins."
Guslaron: "You are not atoning for your sins. You simply want to see the gods you once madly loved, and whom you still revere with guilt, before you die. And you arrogantly believe that if you die before the gods, you can gain some peace of mind for your sinful and greedy lives, and even a shred of forgiveness from them."
Cesar smiled and said, "You always hit the nail on the head."
Until now, after tens of thousands of years of suffering, they can finally go to see Him without having to worry about anything, even if they die at His hands, they will be willing to do so.
"But you will never get the slightest forgiveness from the gods, and it is even more impossible to gain peace of mind with your own death. You must know that your race died because of you, and all the races in the entire Kana continent will die because of the sins you committed." Geslalon's dark blue eyes were filled with disgust.
"You have dragged the entire continent to the brink of destruction with your selfishness and greed. You are sinful, unbearable, disgusting, and shameful."
"You will not receive the slightest forgiveness from the gods, and your death will not bring the slightest forgiveness from the gods. You are the most unsuccessful products of their hands, bringing shame to them, and they will never forgive you."
Guslaren's last words stripped away the calm and decent demeanor that Atticus and the others had maintained. Their faces became distorted and hideous, and the anger in their eyes proved that they had indeed been hit in the sore spot by Guslaren.
Facing the angry eyes of them, Guslaren curled his lips maliciously. He raised his chin with dignity, his eyes sharp and sharp: "Want a fight?"
The roar of the dragons came from the distant sky, and the noise caused by the celestial beings nearby was getting closer and closer. The gods of Atticus, who were a little afraid to face their own people, turned away in a rather embarrassed manner.
Seeing them leave, the elven god Veluliya chased after them. She wanted to meet the god she had never seen before and see if there was any room for turning back.
Before leaving, she turned back to look at Guslaren, whose words were particularly sharp and piercing today: "Are you really not going?"
Guslaron looked towards the sea, and the rolling black fog seemed to appear before his eyes. He smiled and said, "I will stay with the mermaids and protect my people. This is my responsibility as a god."
"Dad, look." Jiaojiao came in from outside, holding two puppies woven from bamboo strips and running up. "Little puppies, Brother Zela made them for me, one for Dad."
Hesnemen squatted down and straightened the new wreath on Jiaojiao's head, then took the puppy handed to him by Jiaojiao and found that it was indeed very delicately woven.
After dad took the puppy, Jiaojiao, with her hands free, took off the wreath on her head and stood on tiptoe to put it on dad's head.
The small wreath looked a little funny on Hesnemen's big head.
Meeting her father's puzzled gaze, Jiaojiao sheepishly huddled into his arms, saying in a low voice, "Jiaojiao wants to make a wreath for Dad. I've been learning for a long time and wasted a lot of flowers. The remaining flowers are only enough for Sister Arela to make one more wreath."
Hesnemen lowered his eyes and looked at the little guy who squeezed into his arms, his voice so low with embarrassment, and asked with a smile: "Have you learned it?"
"?" Without realizing what her father was asking, Jiaojiao looked up at her father and blinked in confusion.
Hesnemen pinched the little fat on his face that had grown recently. "Have you learned how to make a wreath?"
"No." Jiaojiao pursed her lips.
"I'll teach you."
“But there’s no Huahua.”
"Yes, look." Hesniemen turned his little head to the side.
Looking at the colorful flowers that suddenly grew in the yard, Jiaojiao blinked in surprise, then curved her eyebrows and threw herself into her father's arms, rubbing against him happily.
Jiaojiao, whose hair on her forehead was rubbed so hard that it stood up, looked up at her father. The mottled sunlight filtered through the shade of the trees and fell into his dark, bright eyes, reflecting a smile like broken stars: "Dad is awesome."
Hesnemen chuckled, sat on the ground holding Jiaojiao, picked up some flowers nearby, held Jiaojiao's little hand and began to teach him how to make a wreath step by step.
Of course, our great god didn’t actually know how to weave a wreath, but he came up with a good idea. He sent a wisp of his divine consciousness to Arela and asked her to teach him how to weave a wreath. Then, while he was learning, he taught Jiaojiao what he had learned.
The sunlight quietly fell on the golden god through the shade of the trees, and the breeze caressed his hair, one strand of which playfully covered the eyes of the little god in his arms.
"Oh." Jiaojiao, whose eyes were covered, reached out to take off the thing covering her eyes. When she found out it was her father's hair, she smiled happily, pursed her lips, and tilted her head back to hand the hair in her hand to her father to see.
The god smiled and picked a golden flower from the side and put it in the little god's hand, and then exchanged it for his hair.
The gentle wind was still blowing leisurely. When the sunset fell from the sky, the golden god who had destroyed all the flowers in the yard put the first wreath he had woven on the little god's head.
The little god also stood on tiptoe and put the wreath he had woven on the big god.
"Dad is awesome." Jiaojiao said happily while touching the wreath woven by her father on her head.
"Yeah." Hesnemen nodded, agreeing with Jiaojiao's words.
"What about Jiaojiao?" Jiaojiao tilted her head and looked at her father expectantly.
"Jiaojiao what?" Hesnemen teased him deliberately.
"That's amazing." Jiaojiao puffed out her cheeks and said, "Jiaojiao praises Dad for being awesome, so Daddy has to praise Jiaojiao too."
"Is that so?" Hesniemen smiled and held Jiaojiao in his arms. He poked the little one's puffy cheek and said, "Of course Jiaojiao is amazing. She's smarter than any other child."
After being praised, Jiaojiao immediately curved her eyebrows, raised her head and rubbed her furry head against her father's chin.
Hesnemen carried him into the house and asked, "Are you hungry?"
"I'm hungry!" Jiaojiao responded crisply.
"What do you want to eat?"
"Meat."
"Then let's stew meat today."
"Dad is the best!"
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