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Chapter 995 349. Interlude: God and Man (4k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 995 349. Interlude: God and Man (4k)

Flame cleansing.

Someone slowly pulled the sword blade out of a monster's chest, and the etherified flesh and blood minced pieces fell from the single-molecule saw blade of the chain saw. Those things collided with the ground, making a disgusting sticky sound.

.

The thing that looked like a demon, but still retained a human form, howled miserably.

Its tenacious vitality kept it alive. However, starting from the point where the sword blade came into contact with its flesh, the golden flames that slowly and deliberately burned its flesh made this tenacious vitality a painful torture.

But the instigator just stared at it and sneered, his face under the helmet showing naked hatred. Traitors are often more hated than demons, not to mention that this thing was riddled with blood when it could still be called a human.

Scumbag.

He stood there until it died.

Nowadays, the bottom floor of the hive city has been obscured by flames. Strangely, except for a few houses, most of the buildings are undamaged, and people seem to be unable to understand what they are facing now.

The residents at the bottom of the hive city were scattered in all directions, running away - except for a few truly innocent people, most of them were followers of the Slaanesh cult.

Of course, the heroic spirits who emerged from the flames did not let them go. Driven by an extremely strong desire for revenge, they completely wiped out the entire underlying hive. But this was not the end. This hive named Laigen had been destroyed from bottom to top.

It was completely corrupted and rotten.

Diseased tissue must be removed, otherwise only the parts that are still intact will be poisoned.

And what about Al?

He had lost the ability to think. The moment the rays of the sun floating above his head began to shine, he fell into a state of complete sluggishness.

His disease is still wreaking havoc in his body. When he exhales, the whining feeling in his throat will prompt him to cough. When he inhales, he must use all his strength to suck in a small amount of air. A kind of broken bellows is pulled

The sound he made always accompanied him.

Whenever he coughed, persistent pain in his abdomen and head became commonplace. He also coughed up blood from time to time. He had become accustomed to this kind of pain, but now he had forgotten the pain.

There was no other reason than that he was meeting the gods.

He was walking in a solemn but empty temple. As far as he could see, he saw golden sculptures and magnificent halls, and the murals on the ceiling were unparalleled in thickness.

He couldn't understand at all, nor did he have any so-called ability to appreciate art. However, for some reason, he retained the greatest respect for the paintings on the ceiling, the sculptures on the floor, and even the pillars and walls.

A kind of throbbing that came from nowhere made it almost difficult for him to breathe. This feeling was different from illness, but more like the heaviness caused by being oppressed by an agitated emotion.

He continued to walk deeper into the hall. There was no need for any lighting measures here. From the deepest part of the hall, endless light and heat came from it, which was extremely gentle and bright. With a special kind of caution, Al stepped lightly.

, walked inwards.

Then, in the deepest part of this solemn and empty temple, he saw a man sitting on an empty throne with his eyes closed.

No, is that really a human being?

Al instinctively knelt down, tears streaming from his eyes, and his soul was shaken by seeing such transcendent beauty with his own eyes. He prostrated sincerely, his forehead touching the ground, making a heavy sound.

On the throne of God, He opened his eyes.

Unlike the predecessors who were disgusted with this situation, the newly born god did not react at all to this scene. He just stared indifferently at this bottom nest resident who was seriously ill and dying soon, and then opened his lips lightly.

"What do you want?"

His voice echoed in the hall, echoing on the floor tiles and walls that were engraved with the faces, deeds and names of history and victims. Al raised his head blankly and quickly glanced at His face.

Looking now, he could only see a blazing golden light, which stung his eyes, making him frightened and continued to bow.

"What do you want?" God asked again.

Al raised his head again in confusion - this time, it was not him who wanted to do it, but a force forcing him to do so.

He raised his head, his head was fixed, and his eyes moved in the same way. He began to really stare into those blazing eyes. A stinging sensation followed, and he began to cry. However, only a moment later, he felt

A moment of comfort.

The god pondered for a moment.

"You came here -" He paused, as if he didn't know what to call this place. "-But it doesn't matter. What do you want, mortal?"

Al still doesn't speak, and his language skills have not yet returned. Today, he is a person who needs an external vocal organ more than a mute.

Then the god began to tell his own story.

"God, I remember that God should respond to the expectations and wishes of mortals, so that he can have believers. You are the first mortal to come to me, you should also have wishes, right?"

"What do you want? Wealth, strength, longevity? Or maybe power? I have seen your greed and desire for these things from my memory. I don't understand it, but I will try my best to satisfy you."

After saying this, He stopped talking and just stared at Al without saying a word. The latter finally came back to his senses after a few minutes of silence and started stammering in Low Gothic.

His confession.

Yes, repentance - or rather begging for mercy.

"Sir! Sir! Please, let me go. I won't come near this place anymore. I'm just a pariah, sir. Do you want to beat me to vent your anger? Yes, sir! As long as you don't beat me to death, you can

Anything is fine!”

"Please! I don't want to die yet! I-I, I"

He began to cry, a collapse cry. The god was silent, and for some reason, a stronger irritability began to boil in his heart. And in his heart, in the cage cast by memory, there was a scarred corpse moving.

Pointed his finger.

But that's all.

"Stop."

He declared, or rather ordered. The inherited power was fully demonstrated at this moment. Al's crying was stopped. In fact, his thoughts were completely frozen.

A drop of tear stopped in mid-air, did not fall to the ground, and fell to pieces. It was very crystal clear, exactly the same as the tears shed by the upper class people when they cried with joy.

From this point of view, you can see some similarities between this thin, dirty and dying child and those in the upper class.

Human beings' joys and sorrows are not connected to each other - but the gods only think that he is noisy.

At the same time, He also became angry.

Why are you crying? I am here to fulfill your wish. You are the first person to enter here. You should feel lucky for this. Why are you crying? Asking for mercy? I will not hurt any human being. I am a god.

He stared forward, his sight reaching endlessly, as if falling into the void. No one knew what he was thinking at the moment, but one thing was certain, he was thinking.

Extremely anxious and restless thinking, as if his existence has been challenged. Those things inherited from the memories of his predecessors are slowly eroding his self as a newborn. He instinctively knows that this is dangerous, but he does not want to

stop.

He just wants to find answers.

So he began to continue deeper into the huge cage of memory, as if diving into the deep sea, and all he could see was darkness. The darkest, deepest darkness.

He saw human beings killing each other and torturing each other in the most cruel way.

He saw people murdering innocent people in the name of a false, non-existent God.

He saw innocent women being brutally murdered and their bodies desecrated. Children were abducted from their parents, had their arms or legs broken, their tongues pulled out, their eyes detached, and left to beg along the road.

He saw that some people were so oppressed that they had to exchange children for food, and even formed a large-scale "human market". But the initiators were enjoying themselves in luxurious palaces.

He saw much—and then more, seemingly forever.

And then He screamed - Is this human? Is this what I've been trying to protect?

Then, a voice emerged from the deepest part of the memory: "Finally, you are here. I hope it's not too late."

"But yeah, that's what humans are."

The voice sounded very mean, as if it contained a sneer. He didn't know who it was, but he instinctively felt closeness and trust.

"Humans are one such creature, gods. You can curse this race with all the dirty words you have inherited from your memory, for they are more than worthy of it. But, don't stop there."

His voice began to slowly become weak, and within a few seconds of spitting out a few bytes, he began to groan in pain, as if he was enduring great torture.

The god looked closely and found that it was just an echo of the past speaking to him. The man was wearing a black robe, and his face was as pale as a ghost.

At this moment, he is smiling.

"Go on and read it all, God. After you read it all, then decide whether to protect them or not. I will leave the right of choice to you."

The echo dissipated, and he was enveloped by the cold water, and the weight of memories began to oppress his spirit. Stopping in place, he was silent for a moment, and then decided to continue deeper.

There was no reason, He didn't know who that man was, and He didn't know exactly what he meant by what he said. But He wanted to keep looking - if He was going to be a god who protects mankind, then He should know everything, right?

?

So He continued to dive until he reached the deepest part of the ocean floor. He stepped on the sand, looked down, and found that it was full of corpses and bones.

They were holding weapons and wearing armor, and some of them even looked particularly familiar. With a thought in his mind, the memories began to be reviewed again. Those things that had been suppressed in the deepest part of the memory of his predecessors all appeared before his eyes at this moment.

——

Al woke up - to be precise, he returned from condensation. Instinctively, he wanted to continue crying. However, a voice from his ear stopped everything.

"Don't cry." Someone said stiffly. "I won't hurt you, so there is no need for you to cry."

Al opened his eyes and saw the man sitting on the throne standing in front of him. He took a step back in fear. At this moment, his body was able to move, and the power that forced him disappeared.

"There is no need to escape. Like I said, mortal, what is your wish?"

"I, I don't want a wish, sir, I just want to live."

Al trembled and knelt down again. He had to do this. This was what his memory told him.

In his life, he had to kneel down when facing those real big figures from above, otherwise he would be killed immediately. Of course, staring was allowed. Some people once said that it was because they liked to be looked up to.

Al doesn't know what it means to look up, he just wants to live.

So he knelt down, looked up at the gods, and began to kowtow.

". Survive?"

The god asked in a complicated and unspeakable way. Al couldn't see his face, so he didn't know that the blur had disappeared and his original appearance was revealed again.

"After all the oppression and torture, do you just want to survive? Do you know who is oppressing you? While you are in unbearable pain and hiding in the alleys crying, they are enjoying the money squeezed from you.

of money.”

"They are monsters and mortals. They have stolen your life, deprived you of your life, and even all your precious things. After knowing all this, do you still just want to live?"

Al shivered and curled up into a ball. He knelt on the ground and kept his forehead touching the ground: "Please, sir, I just want to live, that's all."

"Look at me, mortal."

The god's tone became irritable again, and Al could tell this emotion, so he was frightened. He raised his head, fearing that he would encounter bad luck in the next moment. But he didn't, he saw the face again, still blurry, only

Eyes.

"I'm a god - do you understand? I can grant your wishes!"

"Are you the Emperor?"

The god was stunned.

Emperor? Who?

Like a chain reaction, the moment the name rang from his ears, many things followed. He fell into the prison of memory, and Al continued.

"Before my mother died, she told me that only the Emperor would always protect us."

With a kind of longing, Al said: "The emperor does not need us, we need the emperor. This is what my mother told me. You said you are a god, are you the emperor?"

"I'm not." He replied stiffly.

"Then, can you bless Halls and Narlan?"

who?

The god silently began to look through Al's memory, and mortals had no power to resist in front of him.

To Him, their souls were horribly naked, and everything could be seen at a glance. He saw the faces of Halls and Narlan, and learned about their lives—he saw everything about Al.

Al looked at Him expectantly, unaware of everything. But God slowly spoke after a moment.

"Okay." He declared solemnly. "I will protect the souls of Halls and Narlan until forever."

I've been working overtime every day these days, so I can only update one chapter. I hope you'll forgive me. I'll update it on Saturday.

By the way, I got the number of chapters wrong again. Intelligence is declining.jpg

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