On the ground, Miayatu's whole body was twitching, his skin and flesh were torn apart, his face was covered in blood, and even his nose and eyes were nowhere to be found. Siber had crushed them all into mud.
In just ten minutes, she displayed her excellent butchering skills, turning the Miayatu on the ground into a pig-like prey, with tendons and bones separated as the blade cut, as if she was performing the art of execution.
"Your slate." She turned around and stretched out her blood-stained hand, handing the Baishen Stone stained with blood to Su Mingan.
Her eyes were calm and her face had a light blush, as if she didn't realize what horrible thing she had just done. However, billions of viewers outside the screen were scared to death by her.
Su Mingan took the stone.
Since entering this sacrificial field, Siber seemed to have suddenly let go of herself. Not only did she decisively kill Po, she also tortured Miyato in a cruel and lengthy manner. At this moment, with blood on her face, she looked like a madman, with her white hair disheveled, her eyes dark, her hands stained with blood, and in the strange darkness of the slaughterhouse, she looked like an evil ghost waiting for an opportunity to kill people in the night.
The dead pig carcass hanging from the iron hook in the air swayed slightly in the night wind. The killer in a red robe stood among the red and black decay, the silver blade in his hand glowing with a layer of snow-cold light.
She was wearing a red robe, like the beautiful fur of a trapped beast, and she inexplicably felt morbid and desperate.
At this time, Su Mingan was deeply aware of the extreme abnormality of this guide.
"You..." he began.
Siber interrupted him:
"Meiyatu. He is the actual ruler of the Trunmisu Farm. He disguises himself as a farm worker and lures outsiders to the farm. He captures people from small tribes, buys and sells them as slaves, disembowels them, and tortures them to death. His methods are extremely cruel. So far, there have been three-digit victims near the Trunmisu Farm.
——And he did all this just to awaken the legendary Hundred Gods. He thought this was the right thing to do—he felt that he, who bore the sin of killing, was the most 'devout' believer. "
Siber wiped her chilblained and calloused fingers clean one by one, her movements slow and gentle:
"…Humans' belief in gods is a kind of freedom. But all freedoms without restrictions will lead to the exploitation of the weak by the strong. They may even put a layer of justice on it, use the so-called devout faith as a banner, and beautify their 'noble' behavior."
As she spoke, she raised her hand and wiped the blood off her face:
"—but what is noble, what is pious? No one asks them to bear this sin.
The selfish use selflessness as a cover, the mean use nobility as a banner. The big tribe oppresses the small tribe, the small tribe oppresses the exiled, and they suppress and rule in the name of "faith".
Such hypocrisy is everywhere in this world.
...I just used my own way to retaliate. Did it scare you?"
She put down the blood-stained handkerchief and loosened her three fingers.
The white and red square piece of cloth slowly fell, covering Meiyatu's face, which was still open, hiding the unwillingness and greed in his eyes.
——I wonder if he felt satisfied with this "noble" act of personally offering a blood sacrifice to Lord Baishen during these short ten minutes?
And would he ever regret this sacrifice that he forced upon others?
Siber stopped looking at the hideous corpse on the ground. She picked up the hunting rifle that was leaning against the side and walked towards Su Mingan.
The night wind blew her mercury-like white hair, which seemed to melt into the night. Her eyes were dyed with a sticky honey color under the firelight of the fireplace.
"My goal is to become a god. Just like Po," she said.
"Why do you want to become a god so much?" Su Mingan said, "Can you tell me now?"
"If I gain the power of God, I can change some things." She said, her eyes shining brightly:
"I want to... break that black wall, remove the curse of generations, and let everyone in the dome gain light and freedom."
As she spoke, there was a calmness in her eyes like that of a wild field.
——No one is destined to be born with a curse.
She wanted them, each of them, to live in the sunshine.
…
"It's obviously difficult for me to survive, but now I'm thinking about becoming a god." Su Mingan said.
"Aren't you the top adventurer?" Siber said, "Aren't you allowed me to have some ambition?"
She said, her voice firm: "I am different from Po. He wants to pretend to be the Hundred Gods. I want to become a new god. In this way, I don't need to collect the three powers of the Black Lamb, the Black Crow, and the Black Python. I only need to have my own unique power. I already have my own power [Prophecy]. I only need faith and energy. As for energy, as long as I win in the end, I can get the energy left by the Hundred Gods. But faith is something..."
Having said this, she fell silent.
She blinked slightly, and her eyelashes fluttered as her eyeballs moved.
"——Because you are a believer of the Nine Gods, so, with the aura of the Nine Gods, you cannot gain the devout faith of others?" Su Mingan said.
"...Yes." Siber said.
"Why don't you give up your belief in the Nine Gods?" Su Ming'an asked.
Su Ming'an has already considered that as long as Siber chooses to give up her belief in the Nine Gods, he can build momentum for her and make those ignorant tribesmen believe in her.
Of course, he could also try to become a god himself. After all, he already had Raven following him, who once called him "Master Baishen".
This is a question of choice.
…
[——Should Siber be allowed to become a new god, or should he choose to revive the Hundred Gods himself? ]
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