Chapter 73
The gods who came to the edge of the wilderness were a little hesitant for a moment. Breaking down their hesitation, it was partly due to timidity, partly due to shame, but more of it was a secret expectation hidden deep in their hearts.
What are they expecting?
They were looking forward to how the golden and gentle god, who was once so high and mighty in their memories, would react when he saw them again.
Are you angry?
Or resentful?
Anyway, no matter what emotion they are in, they will be happy and satisfied with it.
With such secret expectations, they stepped into this barren land they had never set foot on before.
Of course the gods knew about the deserted cities and wastelands where the orcs lived. Unlike the elven god Velulia, the celestial god Atticus, the human god Sesamosa and the dragon god Hermentut all understood the situation of the orcs in a joking manner.
They were very happy to watch how the beastmen who were unwilling to go along with them and swore allegiance to the gods struggled to disappear in this world.
But unfortunately, the orcs seemed to be more tenacious than they had imagined.
Until the gods break free from their restraints and reappear in this world, they will still exist in this world, but it is time to end.
The beastmen will have the same ending as them, but unfortunately they have a more brilliant and enjoyable process, while the beastmen, after struggling in this world for thousands and tens of thousands of years, will, like them, turn into a handful of yellow earth under the will of the gods.
With these complicated and meaningless thoughts in mind, Atticus and his companions stepped into this barren land.
Then they felt the breath of this land, which was familiar to them to the core.
That was the breath they were crazy about, revered, and tried desperately to get closer to at all costs.
At this moment, Atticus and the others recalled the scene when the gods descended to the continent.
From the other side of the Giant Beast Continent, they rushed here from the deep sea, from hundreds of forests, grasslands, mountains, and deserts, risking their lives.
The huge golden god walked step by step between the mountains and deep ravines. With every step, mountains rose from the ground and rivers meandered. All things were born from his feet and birds and beasts spread their wings from his fingertips.
That was a shock that even epic poetry could not describe...
That was a scene that our ancestors had spent their entire lives, using countless bold strokes and rich colors, yet they were unable to fully depict...
However, just the slight outlines glimpsed in those ruins were enough to drive these later generations crazy and obsessed...
Oh, God!
Something was tearing at their hearts and gnawing at them in their chests, causing immense pain with every breath.
The twelve huge wings tore through the sky and flapped towards the light.
The dragon's roar made the eardrums of the races in the wasteland hurt.
Veluliya covered her chest with her hands, and when her deep green eyes fell on the golden figure, she was in a trance.
My heart was pounding against my ribs, and unfamiliar emotions were hitting my brain, making all my thoughts fragmented.
The elven god Veluliyafi's hands were shaking as she covered her heart. She opened her mouth countless times, but tears fell before the words came out.
Her blood is crying out, her soul is wailing...
Oh, God!
We are guilty!
The spirit, born with the ability to sense the heavens and the earth, knelt on the ground in disbelief, tears blurring her vision...
The road from the Beast Tribe all the way to the North River is full of dangers. These dangers come not only from people of various races in the wasteland, but also from underground.
The wasteland is a place isolated from life, but near the North River, huge red scorpions live underground. In the past few years, many orcs died at the hands of the red scorpions while transporting water to the North River.
Walking in the wilderness, Zera held the fair and tender little god in his arms and covered the little god tightly with his softest hood.
Although he subconsciously knew that the little god would not be sunburned, when he saw the little god's delicate and fragile skin, some actions came naturally.
Jiaojiao, wrapped in a hood, lay obediently in brother Zella's arms. Occasionally, he would pout and try to blow away the hood that had slipped down and covered his eyes.
After blowing hard several times without any movement of the hood, he stretched out his little hand to move the hood back, revealing his covered black grape-like eyes, and looked at the scenery to the north of the wasteland with great interest.
On the yellow sand, huge red scorpions emerged one after another.
Zella, whose scales on both sides of his face stood up on alert, found that they unexpectedly did not attack, but obediently hid their tail stingers that flashed with cold light under the yellow sand, and raised their upper bodies high to look at the little god in Zella's arms.
Seeing them, Jiaojiao waved her white and tender hands curiously to greet them, then turned to look at Zella and asked, "Brother Zella, what are they?"
Zela lowered her head to meet his curious eyes and said, "Red Devil Giant Scorpion, we usually call it Red Scorpion."
"Scorpions!" Jiaojiao greeted these terrifying giant scorpions: "Hello~"
At an angle that Jiaojiao couldn't see, the giant scorpions' stingers buried in the sand began to swing rapidly like puppies. The speed of the swing was so fast that even their huge bodies couldn't help but sway from side to side.
Zera, who was wary of these giant scorpions, could clearly feel that they were happy. For a moment, he seemed to see a puppy who was happy after being petted by his owner.
More and more red scorpions emerged from the ground. They waved their huge claws to beat the red scorpions that had emerged earlier back into the ground, and they acted as their substitutes to please the little gods.
Seeing their actions, Jiaojiao frowned and waved her hands, saying in a serious voice, "Don't fight."
The red scorpion, which had just been trying to majestically pound its companion into the sand, immediately retracted its giant claws in grievance and moved to the side reluctantly.
Seeing this, Jiaojiao curved her eyes and said, "This is what a good Scorpion should be."
The red scorpion, which was feeling aggrieved in the previous second, had its stinger buried in the sand swaying happily in the next second because of Jiaojiao's praise, and the giant claws in front of it waved happily twice.
While playing with the giant scorpions, Jiaojiao suddenly stopped moving. Zella noticed it and turned his head to look. He saw the little god lying on his shoulder trying hard to open his round eyes and look in the direction they came from.
"What are you looking at?" he asked.
"See if dad has come." Jiaojiao said.
It was rare to see a little orc so attached to his parents, so Zera asked in confusion: "So attached to your dad?"
"Yeah." Jiaojiao nodded her little head, looked up at brother Zella, and shared with him how good her father was with sparkling eyes.
The bright sunlight shone down from the sky. Zera walked forward holding the little god in his arms, listening to his soft little voice talking about his father.
Sometimes Zera was also surprised. It was hard to imagine that the powerful golden god would do the childish things described by the little god.
As he was talking, he fell silent. Zella turned his head and found that the little god had fallen asleep on his shoulder.
Zella was a little dazed. The little god lying on his shoulder was sleeping soundly. His chubby little face was squeezed into a cute arc because he was lying on his side. His furry ears were slightly exposed from under the hood. The sunlight was deeply diffused through his fluffy black hair, and his fair and soft cheeks were gradually stained with a cute pink sleepiness.
Under the vivid light and shadow, Zella lowered his eyes and looked at the little god's tiny hands, which could barely hold two of his fingers and were tightly grasping his clothes.
The white and tender hands were small, with the pale pink knuckles slightly bent, and dimples could be vaguely seen on the fleshy back of the hands. Although she was clearly grabbing his clothes, Zella felt as if his heart was being gently grabbed.
He tightened his arms and held the little god in his arms, his sea-blue eyes moist with glass light.
When a tiny, exceptionally soft cub relies on and trusts you wholeheartedly, the feeling is exceptionally strong, so strong that the tenderness that quietly sprouts deep in your heart is enough to make a sufficiently mature soul easily give up its life!
A strong wind blew across the wasteland, blowing up the god's platinum robe and long hair that shone with golden luster.
The huge red dragon knelt on the ground. Beside the dragon were a celestial being with twelve wings, a human and an elf.
They knelt deeply on the ground, their eyes of different colors showing the same crazy piety.
"God, we have come to see you!"
"We come to confess our crimes before you!"
Atticus, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his eyes impatiently after explaining his purpose.
He couldn't wait to see the god's expression, to see His anger, His hatred, and all the emotions that appeared in His eyes.
Any emotion in His eyes will bring them great satisfaction and accomplishment.
But when they raised their heads, they were met with the god's golden eyes that were as emotionless as the sun.
Atticus's emotions collapsed for a moment, and in his eyes, which were free of any emotion, he felt ashamed and embarrassed.
It was as if their self-satisfied betrayals and the most earth-shattering, God-killing plans they had ever made in their lives were just like the struggles of weak insects in His eyes, so small that they looked like a ridiculous joke.
Dozens of emotions such as shame, disbelief, unbearableness, powerlessness, resentment, etc. intertwined together to form an unspeakable anger that broke his defenses.
Atticus, kneeling on the ground, asked with a twisted and angry expression, "Why do you still look like that?!"
"Why are you still not showing any emotion?!"
"You should be angry!"
"We should resent and blame!"
“We should be scolded loudly!”
"You should have angrily cut off our wings and legs the moment you saw us, leaving us with nothing but the ground to linger on, staring up at you!"
Hesnemen watched his anger quietly. He did not understand his anger, nor did he bother to vent it on several creatures.
In fact, there was no need for Him to even come and see these creations that had betrayed Him. In His eyes, these flawed creations were no different from other creations, and they were all about to be destroyed.
Hesnemon came because He had doubts.
He was very puzzled as to why these creations chose to betray him. Only by finding the answer could he effectively avoid such flaws when making the next batch of creations.
"Why did you choose to betray?" Atticus repeated the god's question. After understanding the purpose of the god's question, she suddenly began to laugh nervously.
He lowered his head and laughed so hard that his body trembled in an ugly manner. His sky-blue eyes were filled with bloodshot, and his eyes were filled with dead water and bottomless despair and unwillingness.
"Sir Spirit, do you understand fear?" he suddenly asked.
Hesnemen lowered his eyes and looked at him and shook his head.
Atticus's eyes were filled with countless dark emotions: "You don't know fear, so you have no mercy."
"You have no mercy. Although you appear gentle, you are actually extremely harsh in your heart."
"You are like a pair of terrible parents who demand that their children be perfect, without a single flaw."
"The child cries and behaves badly, so destroy it and start over!"
"The child throws a tantrum and ruins the whole thing!"
"If a child does something wrong, destroy it and start over!"
"If a child fights, steals, rebels, or disobeys, destroy it and start over!"
"You have no mercy on creation, so all of their suffering, struggle, prayer, fear, death, and sorrow are nothing but flaws in your eyes."
"Lord God, how many times have we failed in your creation?" he asked again.
Hesniemen shook his head: "I don't remember."
Atticus started laughing again, and when he had laughed enough, he added, "In order to allow his race to continue and survive."
"So that the fate of our race will no longer be arbitrarily controlled."
"So that my race would no longer be like ants, living in constant fear."
He shook his head self-deprecatingly: "Of course it's not these."
He had long forgotten the reason why he chose to betray. Perhaps it was because...
"It's because we are cowardly, greedy, selfish, arrogant, and fearful..." He murmured in a trance as the words of Geslalon, the god of the mermaids, confessed to them.
"My Lord God." Atticus suddenly raised his voice, his expression was full of joy and madness: "I remember now, I remember why we betrayed you!"
"Because you don't understand that all creation is flawed! Because you don't understand that perfect creation doesn't exist!"
"As long as they have thoughts, as long as they have wisdom, they will inevitably make mistakes!"
"I will definitely betray you!"
"This is why we betrayed!"
"Because you're harsh!"
"Because you don't know fear or mercy!"
"Because your existence makes us panic and uneasy!"
The loyalty boiling in their blood, the submission roaring in their bones, the piety in their souls, the fear of wanting to survive, the greed for power, and the obsession with the continuation of their race, all intertwined and burned together, driving them mad and morbid...
They were once the followers of the gods...
They were once geniuses that the clan had cultivated with all their might...
They have the highest talents and the clearest brains...
In that case, let’s destroy it!
They just brought the process forward!
I wanted to finish writing this plot, but it's really too late. If you don't give me the perfect attendance award soon, I'll lose it~
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