"But she had not replenished enough food for a long time, and her wife had long lost the ability to run. Facing the huge rocks falling from the dome of the cave, she could only sit still, pray to the gods as usual, and began to comfort the poor man:

‘The gods will help us, they will always be like this, you just have to give their destiny! Just listen to their voices!’”

Geer's tone became colder: "Fortunately, the poor man did not obey her advice.

He used his hands and feet together, and rushed to escape from the land of death by holding his daughter who could not walk, just before the cave collapsed."

‘A grain of ashes from the times fall on one’s heads is a mountain.’

A sentence I saw on the Internet in my previous life suddenly appeared in Cyber's mind. He stared at the poor man ahead and said solemnly: "In that primitive and chaotic era, tragedy is often the most common thing."

"Yes, tragedy is the most common thing in that world."

Nodding in recognition, Geer continued: "The wrath of the God of the Earth destroyed the poor man's home, and their tribes had to start migrating in search of a new place that could shelter them in the dark.

During the migration, as the temperature grew higher and higher, the poor daughter suffered from the most common disease - yang heat, just like most children in that world.

But due to the long-term lack of food and water, the girl's physical fitness is much worse than other peers, and she has not been able to survive like her father when she was a child."

Looking at the human-shaped coffee table in front of him, Cyber ​​didn't know what to say.

But he understood that just experiencing these things was not enough to give birth to such an Avenger who killed gods and dogs.

"After experiencing endless suffering, the poor man had already understood something, so he chose to bury his daughter's body on an inconspicuous earth ball.

However, what he did not expect was that his actions were unexpectedly discovered by his tribe members. The tribe's chief led a group of soldiers to force him to subdue him, dug out the body of the poor man's daughter from the pit and hung it on a dead tree.

"Why?"

A very disgusting guess suddenly appeared in Cyber's mind, but fortunately, the facts were not as he thought.

"Hey, a ridiculous reason."

He smiled mockingly, and Geer said hatefully: "According to the custom of the poor human race, the dead body must be hung on a tree so that the gods can see each other and take him to the sky.

Otherwise, it will bring ominousness to the relatives and tribes of the dead, as well as disgust from the gods."

Cyber ​​commented: "Bad habits."

"With the help of the night and breaking away from the control of the tribe, the poor man took the fastest speed in his life to feel the burial of his daughter.

Then, after all, he was still one step slower. The body left at the treetops was only a bloody head, and the flesh-rich torso had long been eaten up by unknown beasts in the desert."

At some point, a black flame was lit at the foot of the mountain, but the figure on the throne on the top of the mountain seemed to be unaware of it, continuing to tell the story of the poor man, with a higher tone: "After burying his daughter's head, the poor man's belief finally collapsed, and he recognized a fact that he had already understood in his heart - the gods did not exist!

Otherwise, where are they when people need these gods!!

Where are they when the poor mother, the father, the wife, the daughter, and the gods he himself needs most!!!”

"But the gods in this world really exist."

After glanced at the hundreds of corpses of gods under the other party's feet, Cyber ​​said lightly.

"With the night, after the poor man killed the tribe chief, he began to wander in the desert alone until he was exhausted and could no longer hunt any prey.

When he was about to give up his life and died peacefully, a heavy rain suddenly fell in the sky that he had never seen before, and followed by a meteor falling from the sky."

Geer's words contained endless resentment: "The rain nourished his lungs and replenished his strength. The poor man walked hard and came to the place where the meteor fell not far away.

Then, he discovered an extremely terrifying fact.

Actually...the gods exist!!!”

"Yes, the gods exist! The golden figure lying in that big pit looks exactly like the ancient stone statue that has been worshipped in the tribe for hundreds of years!"

Without giving the black-haired man a chance to speak, the figure on the throne continued: "The irony is that the god is like those dying people who suffer from yang fever but cannot receive water for a long time, his eyes are filled with fear of death.

He even stretched out his extremely noble golden palm and begged to the poor man who was as humble as an ant worm: "Save...Save me..."

Just like the countless same prayers that the poor relatives had sent to him.”

"So, you killed him?"

Cyber ​​raised his eyebrows and knew that the key place was coming.

"Of course, the poor man did not respond to his request, but came to the enemy who had been killed by him, picked it up from the other party, and turned into a predator in the desert.

The god who was high above was dismembered into countless pieces of flesh, leaving only a head with endless fear and pain.

Just like his daughter.”

Touching the black sword beside him, Geer didn't care that the other party revealed the identity of the poor man, and grinned and said, "Then, the poor man discovered a fact that made him extremely relieved...

God will die if he is killed!"

After listening to the other party’s story, Cyber ​​had a rough guess about the poor man’s purpose: “So, what is your purpose?”

"Bathed in the pool of blood of the gods, feeling the full power plundered from the other party's body, a question emerged in the poor man's simple mind.

What if there were more gods?”

Looking down at the black flames that had gradually spread to the hillside of the pile of corpses, Geer's mood gradually calmed down: "Facts have proved that there is indeed.

So the poor people began to track and slaughter them until all the gods in that world were slaughtered."

"After this, the poor man completely gave up and lived for only one goal."

Sitting upright and staring at the black-haired man in front of him, Geer said seriously, "My name is Geer, an unknown person, a poor person, a wanderer in a forgotten world.

Carrying the shadow of revenge, bathing in the blood of the gods, throwing a simple dream in my heart...

End this age of gods and let what should not exist do not exist!"

“A great ideal.”
Chapter completed!