I'm really a serious wizard.

"Ah, eternal God, we beseech you to accept the devout offerings of the humble, and let their souls and flesh please you."

As the ancient prayers faded, Nim, the high priest of the Blackrock tribe, remained prostrate on the ground in a posture of worship.

On the altar made of bricks and stones, fresh human corpses were placed.

The entrails, served in an exquisite gold vessel, emitted a strong, fishy odor.

In the primitive era when humanity was largely fragmented and dominated by tribes, bloody sacrifices were not uncommon.

"Uh... isn't this a bit too exciting?"

Just then, Nim suddenly heard a voice in his ear.

The gods have appeared!?

However, this step is not included in the sacrificial ceremony.
The elderly man, with a white beard and looking to be in his seventies or eighties, felt his heart skip a beat and became visibly nervous. He didn't dare to look up and said in a unique tone:

"Oh, great god, please accept the offering. Your humble servant awaits your arrival at any time."

"May your grace ensure that our spears never miss their mark."

May your soil remain fertile, nourishing the roots of crops.

May you open our mortal eyes and reveal to us fragments of the future.

"What are your orders?"

Nim prostrated himself on the ground and asked respectfully.

"Could I have some clothes?"

At that moment, the voice of the deity rang in my ears once again.

clothing?

Upon hearing this, Nim frowned.

Only the gods possess the technology of weaving and fabric production, and the best material their Blackrock tribe has is nothing more than the fur of the Earth Beast, which is kept at the bottom of their coffers.

If this were offered up, it would surely dishonor the dignity of the gods, and the entire tribe would face annihilation.

At this moment, this simple request put immense pressure on the high priest who had dedicated his life to the rituals.

This...this.
Nim hesitated.

Does this mean the Blackstone tribe is destined to be wiped out because of this demand?
Seemingly sensing the predicament of his loyal servant, the Divine Lord said very understandingly:
"It's okay if you don't have them, but could you please carry these two bodies downstairs? I don't even have room to put my feet down."

It doesn't matter?
How could the gods say it's okay just because they can't provide enough offerings?
Upon hearing this, Nim was stunned for a moment, then belatedly looked up with a slight movement.

Because he couldn't look directly at the gods, he glanced at them out of the corner of his eye and saw a golden figure.

He wore a strange robe and close-fitting clothes, with blond hair and blue eyes. He was neither a terrifying Cyclops nor a messenger of a god with six arms.

At this moment, he was standing in the only area of ​​the towering altar that was not stained with blood.

"you are human?"

Nim asked instinctively, his voice trembling slightly.

What kind of question is that? Am I not a human or a dog?

Ron rolled his eyes inwardly.

Having just crossed through time and space, he opened his eyes to find himself naked amidst a pile of corpses, which sent a chill down his spine.

Those hands reaching out from that historical juncture were incredibly ruthless, not only tearing off his shoes and socks, but even stripping the president of his underwear.

Luckily, I know the "Shapeshifting" technique, otherwise it would have been so embarrassing to be completely naked.
Ron flashed his signature smile as he met the old man's slightly respectful gaze.

"That's right, I am a person."

As soon as he finished speaking, the once warm and hospitable old man's face changed.

Offering sacrifices to the gods is a large-scale festival that most tribes hold every month, a tradition passed down from generation to generation.

The process of offering sacrifices naturally requires maintaining due respect for the deities.

Only he, the high priest, could ascend the high platform built of bricks and stones, while other tribal members had to prostrate themselves in worship on the ground.

But now, there's an extra person at the sacrificial site!

Moreover, it is standing in the place where the gods should stand.

At that moment, the words of the older generation of priests flashed through Nim's mind.

The conflicts between tribes are often simple and straightforward.

Legend has it that rival tribes would send their own people to disrupt the sacrificial ceremonies of other tribes.

If such behavior is noticed by the gods, the tribe whose rituals have been disrupted will likely be punished by the gods and reduced to ashes in an instant.

Thinking of this, Nim was greatly alarmed and asked repeatedly:
"Are you from the Black Iron Tribe or the Bronze Tribe?!"

What a weird name you have.
Are there also Silver Tribes and Gold Tribes?
Ron's lips twitched, and he waved his hand to explain:
"Don't be so nervous, I'm just passing by and will be leaving soon."

"no!"

Nim screamed.

"Uh, what I mean is, you need to get down here right now and don't go anywhere!"

If they were captured by other tribes and used as witnesses to accuse the gods, even if they managed to get away with the sacrifice, they would likely still face annihilation.

After all, the gods won't listen to their explanations.

The best way is to kill him outright, or lock him in a cave and prevent him from seeing anyone!
Just as the thought flashed through Nim's mind, he suddenly saw a faint golden light appear above the altar.

The clouds in the sky seemed to be pulled by some force, spinning and gathering together, turning into something like gold.

A fear stemming from instinct surged into his heart, and High Priest Nym's body trembled involuntarily, his limbs went weak, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

This anomaly, this oppression originating from a level of life itself.
It's a god!
Nim was horrified and quickly gave Ron a meaningful look.

To the high priest's delight, the troublemaker sent by another tribe was clever and understood his thoughts just by looking at his eyes.

But to the high priest's utter dismay, Ron stubbornly shook his head and rolled over in the pool of blood, pretending to be dead.

Come down quickly, or it will be too late!
The old man with the white beard had a ferocious expression, but he was also afraid of the strange phenomenon in the sky and did not dare to pull Ron down from the altar.

Done
His hands and feet were ice cold, and he felt only despair.

In mid-air, the clouds were blown away by the wind, and the fog was pushed aside layer by layer.

A beautiful white-haired girl with angel wings on her back descended from the sky.

The divine radiance was dazzling, and the oppressive feeling emanating from the level of life caused the entire Blackrock tribe to bow their heads and kneel on the ground.

She descended from the sky, looking down at him with an air of superiority, and said:

“You lowly race, I am the offspring of King Selene, the seventh child of King of Life, and the god who rules over light.”

"Your sacrifices have earned the praise of the God-King, who has sent me to deliver this divine decree."

"More sacrifices are needed to please Him."

More sacrifices?

Nim lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to raise his head, as if a heavy stone was pressing on his heart.

Sacrifices require people, and more sacrifices require more people.

The offerings cannot be the elderly, the weak, the sick, or the disabled; they must be young, adult men and women.

After a ritual, the permanent population of the Blackstone tribe will likely shrink by half.

“Revered, great, and holy God of Light, I’m afraid the Blackrock Tribe doesn’t have that many people,” Nim said hesitantly, trying to speak as gently and respectfully as possible.

"If you don't have any, then go and steal from other tribes, and use newborn babies as substitutes!"

"You're one of the three newborns, that's an immense blessing."

The white-haired girl with an angelic face uttered incredibly cruel words.
Even Ron, who was pretending to be dead, couldn't help but frown.

Is this some kind of god of light?

I'd believe you if you said it was the Dark God of Gunara!
While Old Deng of Holy Light may not be a human being, he's at least not this beastly.
As a devout Pope of the Holy Light, Ron sensed the aura of the divine qualities of "Light" from the very beginning of his arrival and had been secretly keeping an eye on it ever since.

In his view, a born demigod with such divine qualities shouldn't be considered too bad, but the result was...
No, it's also possible that she has some unspeakable difficulties.
Ron thought to himself.

After all, according to her own account, she is a member of the cuckolded god-king's family.

Being in such a twisted family might be something they were forced into!
At that moment, a surge of heat welled up in Ron's chest, and he felt that he had to do something to guide the lost God of Light.

He quietly opened his eyes and, to Nim's utter shock and horror, stood up from the pool of blood.

"Madam, you are the goddess of light, you should be kind and benevolent, why do you hurt these ordinary people who are struggling like this?"

Before he could finish speaking, a gleaming longsword pierced Ron's neck.

Under the astonished gaze of the Goddess of Light, her invincible authority did not cause the slightest harm to the boy before her.

Instead, the Radiant Sword shattered on its own first.

"Who are you!?"

"Your Blackrock tribe has sided with another god!?"

The questions came one after the other, but the latter was clearly more indifferent than the former.

Seeing this, Ron sighed and said:

"Madam, I was just passing by. I only saw that you wanted them to sacrifice more people. I don't know why?"

"As far as I know, the gods are self-existent and eternal, and their existence is not affected by whether or not there are sacrifices."

It turned out to be a passing deity.
Hearing Ron's reply, the God of Light felt a slight sense of relief.

After taking another look at the boy's appearance, her eyes lit up.

"So you're a guest from afar. You're right, whether these lowly creatures are sacrificed or not has no effect on the great gods."

"Actually, I was forced into it too."

it is as expected!
Ron's eyes lit up, and he pressed his advantage by asking:
"Is it because of family reasons? Or is it because they were coerced by their own people? Or will they be punished by the evil ones if they don't do it?!"

Amidst a barrage of questions, the white-haired girl simply waved her hands in denial.

Seeing Ron's handsome brows gradually furrow, the God of Light smiled in front of Nim and said:
"Don't you find it boring?"

boring?

"I have eternal life since birth, it's so incredibly boring."

"These lowly creatures are stupid. I just tricked them, and they killed their own children, killed their own parents, and placed the corpses and entrails of their parents and relatives in a high place where everyone could see them, and even arranged them in a unique way."

"Hahaha, don't you think it's hilarious?"

Having said that, the God of Light seemed unable to contain his overwhelming laughter, covering his mouth and slapping his thigh, laughing until a tear appeared at the corner of his eye.

After laughing for a while, she looked at Ron, who had no expression, and patted him on the shoulder, saying:
"Hahaha, why aren't you laughing? Don't you think they're stupid and silly?"

However, her response was...

"Holy Light—Pegasus Descends!"

Let's talk about the big event!
The intensely oppressive buzzing sound was like a furious thunderclap.

Before the God of Light could even straighten up, a colossal steel beast burst forth from the void with speed and mass exceeding all limits.

puff-

Golden divine blood splattered onto the altar, mixing with crimson blood and emitting a faint golden glow.

In an instant, the steel behemoth, along with the body of the God of Light, smashed through the stone pillars of the open-air altar and rolled all the way from the mountaintop to the foot of the mountain.

Amidst the tremors of the earthquake, Ron silently removed the severed arm from his shoulder and gazed down.

The beautiful girl had turned into a puddle of blood and bone, stuck to the wheels of the heavy truck, wriggling and trying to repair her body.

The power of this god of light was somewhat beyond his expectations.

Of course, this doesn't mean the opponent was terrifyingly strong, but rather that she was so weak that she didn't seem like a demigod.

In Ron's opinion, even if the luck was able to collide with the opponent, it shouldn't have caused such fatal damage.

I should at least follow up with a Holy Sword Technique.

"Heh...it seems her synchronization rate with the light isn't very high."

He could only offer this conclusion, while secretly rejoicing that the divine nature of light remained light.

At this point, as the meat gradually loses its activity, a refresh prompt appears on the panel.

[You have killed a weak demigod, proficiency +2000]

[The "Little Evil-Slaying Expert" title skill is activated, gaining 2 proficiency points]

[Proficiency +4000]

four thousand!

Although he had already estimated it in his mind, Ron was still overjoyed to actually gain proficiency.

He returned to the Golden Age to do only three things.

Get stronger, get stronger, get stronger! Get stronger!
Ron raised his hand, and as the holy light magic within him surged, the divine qualities of "light" within the blood and gore erupted like a vicious dog that hadn't eaten for three days and three nights.

It flashed into Ron's palm in an instant.

I wonder what time it is now, and whether the ten members of the secret technique have successfully caused any trouble...

Ron flipped his hand, showing no intention of embracing the divinity of light, fearing it might lead to future changes.

However, if divinity is unique and the divinity brought from later generations has a master in this era, then why are [infinity] and [mass] unaffected?
According to the matriarch, there were countless gods in the Golden Age, even gods who controlled the rain dripping from the eaves.

These two powerful divine properties shouldn't be without an owner, could they? Could they be exclusive divine properties of the panel?
"You, you actually killed the offspring of King Selene!"

As Ron pondered this, he suddenly heard an aged voice from behind him.

He immediately snapped out of his reverie, patted his chest, and said:
"No need to thank me, fellow villager. It's my duty to rid the people of this scourge!"

Who needs to thank you!
Nim's old face twitched violently.

Although he didn't know Ron's identity
But I absolutely do not believe the nonsense they tell me about being human.

However, thanks to his instincts honed from years of dealing with deities, he could still distinguish between good and bad.

"Alas, you've ruined us! We'd better run for our lives, or Selene's wrath could come at any moment."

He sighed, slumped in the corner, and quietly awaited his impending death.

This is how small tribes survive.

Only in the cracks can one get a moment's respite.

Once the winds and rains blow, only destruction awaits. (End of Chapter)