Myth: I am God!

The night is deep.

Even the moonlight seemed to be obscured by dark clouds.

The light was dim.

Logically speaking, Isaac had been practicing swordsmanship all day.

Even with the purple aura replenishing his energy,

However, because Isaac liked to overtrain, he was extremely tired, both mentally and physically.

Falling asleep the moment my head hits the pillow is the norm.

But now, Isaac tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

A strange, dangerous premonition lingered in his mind.

The premonition felt like needles pricking his brain.

It made him extremely uncomfortable, and he couldn't fall asleep at all...

So, Isaac, who was suffering from insomnia, simply got up, intending to wash his face, drink some water, and cool off to relieve his boredom.

However, just as he got up, his keen senses detected some movement in the courtyard.

Isaac frowned, but then relaxed...

He seems to have become a bit paranoid lately.

Perhaps it was just a few stray cats or mice that wandered into the yard?

This is not uncommon.

Thinking this, Isaac took a deep breath and put those distracting thoughts behind him.

I went to the kitchen to get some water...

......

Meanwhile, in the courtyard.

Several men climbed over the wall, each carrying swords and daggers, their eyes gleaming with menace.

To avoid disturbing Isaac's family's escape, they crept up quietly, making very little noise; if one didn't listen carefully, one wouldn't hear a sound at all.

The gate is locked; forcing it open would inevitably make a lot of noise.

This will cause unnecessary trouble...

So the group exchanged glances and decided to climb in through the guest room window.

The burly man at the head of the group asked in a low voice:

"Do you guys know that tongueless slut?"

The group nodded in agreement.

"We'll climb over there and subdue her first..."

"But don't kill that bitch yet, knock her out... she's a good catch, many people are willing to pay a high price for her."

"Then we proceeded according to plan..."

"They dumped their entire family's bodies in the wilderness, claiming it was the work of wild animals..."

"Just like when we dealt with that pockmarked guy."

The burly man, carrying a knife, gave repeated instructions.

The men moved with practiced ease, clearly having done this many times before.

In these eight years, not only pockmarked faces, but also many people who still had a sense of justice were eliminated by them using this tactic.

They walked along the courtyard and made their way to the guest rooms.

To their surprise, the window was open, the blinds slightly ajar, and the moonlight streaming in clearly illuminated the fair face of the sleeping woman inside...

They carefully opened the window and climbed inside.

The dream beauty that so many Canaanites longed for lay before them, dressed in loose clothing, revealing glimpses of her fair skin, breathing evenly, her eyelashes fluttering, completely unguarded.

This made the breathing of several of the regular patrons inexplicably quicken.

Seeing this, the burly man pushed through the crowd and grabbed Xia Jia by the neck.

Naxia was suddenly awakened from her sleep, and when she opened her eyes, she saw several strange men in her room.

She instinctively wanted to scream, but the excruciating pain in her neck made it impossible for her to even breathe, let alone make a sound. She could only struggle desperately with her slender limbs, but the burly man held her down firmly...

However, just as her terror reached its peak and her consciousness began to fade.

The room door was suddenly kicked open—

The boy with golden eyes stood abruptly in the doorway.

He stared at all of this in disbelief.

Pupils trembled in shock...

Then...after recognizing the faces of the people in front of him.

The scattered doubts suddenly became clear in my mind.

That intuition that transcends reason, like a premonition...

He was given a definite answer—

They intentionally concealed the Messiah's deeds...

The scent in the council chamber was that of a woman and her semen...

The man with the pockmarked face was murdered, not died accidentally...

These people, like parasites, inhabited Canaan, gradually growing stronger. When the time was right, they eventually took over the entire Canaan, causing this divinely bestowed land to gradually become diseased, growing a filthy tumor, and never to be the same again...

And now, these people are trying to prevent their power from being undermined...

They've come to kill him!

Instantly.

A surge of rage.

It exploded like a raging fire in his heart!

Isaac clenched his fists, which trembled slightly.

His pupils seemed to hold the image of a golden Nemean lion.

He stood at the boundary between light and shadow, the moonlight illuminating half of his face while the other half remained hidden in shadow.

Slowly, he exhaled:

"you......"

"How dare you!"

Upon seeing Isaac suddenly appear...

These people were taken aback at first.

The burly man was the first to react, and he roared:

"He knows about it..."

"We absolutely cannot let him get away!"

"Kill him!"

Upon hearing this, the men wielding knives immediately reacted and, together with the burly man, rushed forward with their machetes.

Isaac was still in a rage.

Several men wielding knives rushed forward.

Although he was armed, he was no match for Isaac.

Even if Isaac were empty-handed.

He easily and swiftly knocked these people unconscious with just a few punches.

However, after several people in the front row fell down.

The burly man wielding the machete roared and swung it down.

The blow was powerful and heavy, and Isaac did not take it head-on.

Instead, they took a step back.

The burly man's machete slammed into the door.

The entire door panel was split in two.

His strength should not be underestimated...

Upon seeing this, Isaac's expression hardened, and he took a few steps back to the spacious living room.

The burly man, seeing Isaac retreat, sneered:

"You dare call yourself the son of a hero?"

"I'm afraid even your father is just a figurehead with a hollow reputation, isn't he?"

"Times have changed. If the Nemean Lion were alive today..."

"It should only be a gold-level beast..."

"But everyone was too weak back then, thinking that kind of beast was nothing special..."

Isaac remained silent.

Golden pupils stared intently at the burly man before him.

He had no weapons on him...

It's not easy to deal with that person with just fists.

The burly man pressed forward relentlessly, each strike powerful and heavy, aimed directly at Isaac's vitals.

However, Isaac was agile and nimble, dodging and weaving, so the burly man's knife could only slash at one piece of furniture after another, wantonly destroying the furnishings of the house...

However, passively dodging is not a solution.

Seeing that the man had made a mistake, Isaac threw a punch at the man's face.

But the man smiled to himself upon seeing this.

Isaac was startled, realizing that his haste to retaliate had given the man an opportunity.

He tried to dodge, but it was too late...

The man seized an opening in Isaac's attack.

He slashed Isaac in the abdomen.

Isaac retreated several steps.

He clutched his bleeding abdomen, blood dripping onto the ground.

He gritted his teeth.

His gaze was fixed on the burly man...

"I stabbed his internal organs..."

"You don't have long to live, so come and accept your death obediently, and you'll suffer less..."

The burly man continued to speak rudely.

Isaac, enduring the pain, kept looking around...

He needs a weapon, a sword, or even a wooden stick, otherwise he won't be able to utilize his strengths at all...

Just then, a figure suddenly appeared at the entrance to the courtyard...

When Isaac saw the figure clearly, he was startled and said in a somewhat panicked manner:

"Mother!"

"No, you must get out of here! It's too dangerous!"

But when the figure entered the living room and was illuminated by the firelight from the fireplace...

Only then did I realize that Sarah was holding two things—

A bronze sword, and a golden-brown cloak...

Sarah tossed the bronze sword and cloak to Isaac and shouted:

"I've experienced far more dangerous situations!"

"Catch this, son!"

"This is the sword and cloak your father used..."

Isaac was startled.

Taking advantage of the moment when the burly man was stunned.

He punched the man in the nose, knocking him back.

Isaac then flipped over and caught the sword and cloak that Sarah threw to him.

He flicked his golden-brown cloak and draped it over himself, while holding a bronze sword in his other hand.

At that moment, the moonlight shone through the window onto Isaac's golden cloak, making it glow.

When the burly man lowered his hand from his nose...

When I looked at Isaac again...

He was somewhat taken aback by the boy's attire.

Before he could react, Isaac flicked his cloak and thrust his sword at him.

His movements were swift and deadly, as if the abdominal wound had no effect on him whatsoever...

Although the burly man was frightened by what he saw, he still swung his knife to block, though his momentum had already weakened somewhat...

Isaac's swordsmanship was superb, almost flawless.

They started by being on the defensive, but gradually gained the initiative.

A single slash and a chop aimed straight at the burly man's vitals...

The burly man could only parry with his knife, while Isaac's sword flashed in the moonlight. One attacked relentlessly, the other retreated continuously, until finally the burly man was cornered, pressed against the wall...

However, the burly man seemed to be driven to desperation, and suddenly unleashed a burst of strength from somewhere.

Find a flaw in Isaac's brilliant offensive.

In a frenzied, desperate act, he slashed fiercely at Isaac's heart...

Isaac, however, took a step back.

He flicked his cloak.

The golden cloak blocked the man's knife from reaching her chest.

when--

A crisp sound of metal striking stone rang out.

The burly man looked at his broken machete in horror...

"How...is this possible?"

The soft cloak clashed with the hard blade.

The knife broke?

The burly man then seemed to remember something, glancing at Isaac's slashed abdomen, only to find that apart from a little blood, there was no visible wound...

When Isaac's sword was pressed against the burly man's neck,

He asked the last question of his life:

Why?

Isaac flicked his wrist, and blood splattered all over the wall.

The headless corpse slowly fell to the ground...

He slowly sheathed his sword.

In the moonlight and blood-red hue, he seemed to be responding to the bewilderment of the burly man before his death...

He uttered that sentence... a sentence that would be passed down by word of mouth by countless people in the years to come, and woven into epics and legends by countless poets—

"For I am a burnt offering that God has forgiven."

"Sons of Canaan in the fire,"

"The Golden Isaac Messiah".

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