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Chapter 1043 397 God War (Part 5, 56k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 1043 397. God’s War (Part 5, 5.6k)

The pain was like deep ice, starting to spread back from where His fingertips touched. The ashes that made up the beach on the seabed were extremely cold, but it burned His hands.

Flesh was melted and bones were burned. The gods did not stop moving.

I want to protect them.

He kept digging, and kept digging. His fingers were ground to pulp and burned to ashes by the hot ashes. He used his wrists, and then his arms.

Here, He had enough time to do this. All these appearances were just absurd expressions, and the truth was hidden under specific things. He was indeed injured, but not because of digging up the ashes.

of injury.

He is not worried.

Yes. He is not worried.

But He was distraught.

Ten million noisy voices exploded in their hearts, and five million said: They are all going to die! Another five million screamed and laughed wildly: Fight, fight, fight!

And He Himself cannot hear His own voice.

Who am I? A small voice whispers in the heart, but He Himself cannot hear it. The voice continues: Who am I?

who I am?

Three syllables, simple, curl your lips, curl your tongue, and then open your mouth. What it contains is the ultimate philosophy in human history. Few people can get the answer to this question. Can gods?

He couldn't even hear the sound.

He continued to dig without stopping, and finally, in the deepest part of the ashes, he saw a skeleton, with tiny magical light beating in the depths of the dark eye sockets. Then, he held the right hand of the skeleton tightly.

——

"If you ask for help when you encounter trouble, you will never grow up, God."

He Shenyan said with a smile. He was standing under a vast blue sky, the sun was shining brightly, the temperature was different, and the endless deep blue ocean was undulating behind him.

The god looked at him blankly, and then looked around. This place was still in his memory, but it was a scenery he had never seen before. This shouldn't be the case, he had already read all the memories of the mage in front of him.

He is his legacy.

but why?

"curious?"

The mage laughed. The smile came suddenly, but it was pure and there was no intention of making fun of him.

"Human memory is divided into levels. God, some things will be forced to forget, and some things will be treasured. As for why you can't see it, it's because you haven't understood who you are yet."

"Who am I?" God asked blankly, shaking hands unconsciously. At this time, he found that his hands had returned to their original shape.

"How would I know?" He Shenyan blinked at him. "I am dead, and what I am talking to you now is just a ray of magic power left in my memory."

"you are dead?"

"Of course, otherwise how were you born? You are not one of those gods who believe in you. You are the hard work of my research for almost six months, god. It took me a long time to figure out how to create a person who can live in the material world.

A god who moves freely."

The mage talked nonchalantly, seemingly not confused by the scene in front of him. He turned around and walked to the edge of the beach. The ocean lapped in response to his thoughts, soaking his trouser legs and soaking them.

The entire calf is gently wrapped.

"It's so comfortable. I've always wanted to go to the beach." The mage said with his hands behind his back. "But that was a long, long time ago."

The god didn't know what to say. Firstly, he instinctively felt that he should be silent. Secondly, he really didn't know how to answer.

"It's been so long that sometimes I forget," the Master said thoughtfully. "I sometimes forget where I come from, yes."

He shrugged.

"However, the fate of cross-border mages seems to be to go back and forth between losing their humanity and regaining it. Those who lose it will gradually become miserable over a long period of time, and would even rather die than continue to endure that emptiness.

.”

"But the people who own it don't cherish it. For example, I, God. I am a stupid person."

He turned back and smiled, his black hair fluttering in the sea breeze. The god could only see half of his profile and his eyes that were shining with blue light. They were cut into fragments by the black hair.

"Help me," said the god.

He didn't care about the Master's words. He came here just to seek help.

"How can I help?" the mage asked back. He didn't seem to care about the god's attitude. It could even be said that he was not surprised.

"You must have a way."

The god blurted out these words without hesitation, and the words contained a level of trust that he himself was not even aware of.

"You can solve everything in your memory, nothing can stop you, and no one can stop you - you have defeated that god more than once, haven't you? You can do it this time too!"

"It seems you haven't read my memory carefully."

The mage turned around, with a hint of helplessness in his smile.

"I have never been the omnipotent god you say. I am powerless over many things. I was once forced to exchange the life of a child for the entire world."

"Help me." The god said stubbornly, regardless of the mage's explanation. "I must protect them."

"Yes, you must protect them. You are the god of mankind." The mage nodded helplessly. "But that has nothing to do with me, god."

The god's expression froze because of his words, and was terrifyingly dull: ".What?"

"I'm dead," the mage said slowly. "Dead people can't do anything except be sacrificed, remembered, and remembered. You are the god of mankind."

"But I can't win!" the god shouted, his expression seemed angry, but extremely helpless. He was so powerful that no one would think that he was actually just a god who was born only a month and a half ago.

"But, this has nothing to do with me, God."

The mage chuckled happily: "Whether you can win or not, it has nothing to do with me."

The god looked at him in disbelief. After a while, he took a deep breath and decided to put it away. Then, he slowly said: "Khorne."

"Khorne is trying to corrupt you, I know." The mage interrupted him slowly.

"In other words, He is trying to use His godhead as the raw material to burn you into a sharp blade of war. To be honest, it is a very bold and crazy method. This damn cripple has always been crazy, but he is definitely not so smart."

He looked at Ming Ming and raised his eyebrows.

"However, it seems that he succeeded, or in other words, he succeeded halfway. Hey, don't tell me, this is quite interesting."

"How come I didn't think of corrupting gods before? If I had known earlier, I would have made a knife out of the divinity in the Star Torch, and then rewarded each of those four bastards with a knife."

"You know everything?" God asked tremblingly. "You know everything - but you just watch me go through all this?"

"Are you angry?"

He Shenyan raised his eyebrows in interest: "Interesting, God, you are very interesting. Well, since you asked, I will explain it to you. Yes, I know. But, I am just looking at you

I didn’t know until I came here.”

"Besides, even if I knew it all along, what does it have to do with you? You seem to be angry at me for not helping you, but, God, I have no obligation to help you."

The mage smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes. The god looked at him and suddenly felt a chill to his bones.

Then came disappointment.

This is not the person in my memory. The God of Mankind thought. He should help me, he should help mankind, but he is hiding here, hiding in the depths of memory.

One word came out of His mouth: "Traitor!"

"Oh." He Shenyan raised his eyebrows.

"Wow, um. This is a bit beyond my expectation."

He raised his hands and expressed his dissatisfaction tactfully. "To be honest, God, when I came up with this plan, I never thought that you would become like this."

"How could you leave them alone?!"

The mage sighed, as helpless as if he saw an angry child. He couldn't be beaten or scolded. So what else could he do?

I had to be reasonable.

He was amused by his own thoughts - the world is about to end, and now I have to reason with a child.

ha.

"Do you think I abandoned them?" He Shenyan asked.

"Otherwise?!" The god looked at him angrily.

"Okay, okay. Well, it seems that I really have to deal with immature children. Listen up, God. I have never abandoned anyone, and if I really want to abandon them, you simply won't

Birth."

"Then why don't you help me?"

"Because - I'm sorry." The mage raised a hand, closed his eyes, pursed his lips and sighed. "Because this is not my fight."

"What?" The god was confused again. Every time He made this expression, He Shenyan wanted to die. There was no other reason. The god didn't have his own name, so he didn't care about his appearance. The face he was using now

, no different from a mage.

He didn't want to see confusion on his face.

"Because this is not my battle." The mage said word by word.

He took a deep breath.

"I'm dead, dead, do you understand? Just because I can talk to you now doesn't mean I can do anything else. Help you? How? A ray of remnant soul can help you defeat Khorne with willpower.

Corruption?"

"Don't think too much, god. You have to grow up, otherwise you will never have your own name. You will always have a false name, the God of Humanity. Ha, what else do you have?

?Do you know who you are?"

The god looked at him blankly.

Yes, He does not know who He is.

As if shocked by the mage's tirade, after a while, he said: "But, I don't know how to win."

"Do you think I know? Damn it, I should have thought of this, you ignorant, stupid, naive child."

The mage covered his face, really not knowing how to explain all this to an ignorant god.

"Listen, God. Willpower is a scarce resource. Only a few people in human history have mastered it. Now, you need to learn to use your willpower to resist those voices."

"But, what if I fail?" God couldn't help but ask.

"Then there will be no more."

He Shenyan looked at Him calmly, so calm that it was almost eerie: "Everything will cease to exist, and they will win. But all of this will have nothing to do with you anymore, because after that, you will have these powers and these

It is the god of war who remembers, not the god of mankind."

".In other words, you don't know whether I can win?"

"I never knew."

"Then why did you let me be born?" the god asked tremblingly. "Why do you have such trust in me?!"

The mage was silent for a long time, and then he smiled bitterly: "Good question, God. Because I can't do it. I can drag the planet with just one thought, and I can foresee the future briefly - but I can't do what you can do.

Things, I can’t.”

Anger came again, rolling endlessly in the hearts of the gods. Only this time, it was somewhat mixed with resentment: "But I know nothing about this world! I don't even have a name, so why do you expect me to save them?!

"

He pursed his lips and walked quickly on the beach without leaving any footprints. The mage looked at him calmly without saying a word.

"I was born - and then I knew that I wanted to protect humans, and I wanted to fulfill your wish in order to truly have my own name. I wanted to protect them, and I wanted to avenge them."

"I killed so many demons in the galaxy and burned so many polluted planets, but in the end, no one's life became better because of me. I met a priest named Asazar

, he doesn’t believe in me, nor does he believe in the emperor.”

"I also protected the souls of some people, and their deaths were painful. But now I am fighting a battle that is bound to fail. This is all I know about the world. Is this what a god has to go through?"

The God of Mankind closed his eyes in pain: "Does it always have to be so painful to be a god?"

"It's the same as being a human being." The mage replied with a sigh. "So, do you want to give up?"

"No."

"Then-"

The god suddenly interrupted him: "——I mean, no."

His eyes were so firm that the mage was horrified. This was the first time he had lost his composure in front of a god: "What are you going to do?!"

"I can't do it, I can't do it, I know nothing about this world, I don't even have a name." The God of Mankind murmured to himself. "But I must win, I must protect them."

"Stop, God." The mage raised his right hand with a solemn expression. "You are doing something irreversible. Stop it quickly, while you can still do it now - I will find a way to do it, okay? Don't

fudge"

"You are lying." God said. "I can tell. You have a way, but you don't want to tell me."

"I don't."

"You have." God said stubbornly.

"This is your memory, I can see your thoughts, I can see the solution - you can't be so selfish, you have to choose between one life and two worlds. Your moral bottom line must be

How can you be cautious about being abandoned?"

The corners of the mage's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to laugh, but failed: "You know the consequences of doing this, right?"

"The birth of a god requires the fulfillment of the last wishes of the predecessors." He said slowly, and a white light slowly lit up in his eyes. "I cannot fulfill this wish, so my birth will fail."

"You will die." The mage calmly announced.

At this point, he calmed down. The waves stopped lapping at the shore, the wind stopped blowing, and everything became silent. For a moment, only his voice and the god's painful breathing were left here.

"Your hard-won life will disappear completely, as well as your consciousness. Everything will disappear. Do you want to-"

"——I am the god of mankind." The god said with difficulty. "Protection is my duty."

Raging flames bloomed from under his skin, turning him into a torch in an instant. The burning god walked slowly, his consciousness dissipated, and his power turned into essence to remain.

He walked up to the silent mage, also wearing black robes and having the same face, and then he stretched out his right hand.

"Save them." He said weakly. "Help me."

The mage closed his eyes, held the hand, and held it with Him. The flames swept in, the magic power grew, and the power returned without any hindrance - they were his power, and at this moment, he was even more excited because of their return.

After a long time, He Shenyan opened his eyes.

It was still the same beach, but there was no one here anymore. He lowered his head and looked at his right hand. On it, there was a handful of fly ash.

His memory is a sea and the vast sand beneath it. God, on the other hand, only has so many memories.

The mage let go of his hand and let them slip. He watched them drifting in the air, and the wind that blew again blew them to the ocean not far away.

"That's fucking stupid," he said coldly.

——

Khorne howled and slashed at the people standing there, the ax slashed through the air, and the weapon trembled uncontrollably at this moment - it had been waiting for too long, it was born just to drink from the thirsty gods.

of blood.

However, just when it was about to hit the man's neck, a hand grabbed the head of the axe.

Khorne was stunned. He looked into the eyes of the man in black robes. The moment he saw the skyrocketing blue light, his hands suddenly exerted force and tried to withdraw the axe, but it was already too late.

"Long time no see, Khorne." The mage said calmly. "I'm glad you sent your godhead to me."

"No—!" Khorne roared.

The next second, the mage's right hand clenched. The ax suddenly shattered, and Khorne's corruption was useless to him, as was the weapon. It was a god-killing weapon, but now, standing in front of it and its owner

, there is no God anymore.

There is only one angry mage.

Correction: An angry cross-border mage has the same power as a god because of the gift from the gods, but he has no divinity or godhead.

He is completely free.

The cruel wind stopped, the remnant souls stopped roaring, and even the war drums stopped, but the mage said coldly: "Continue, I didn't let you stop."

So they continue.

He held the remains of the weapon in his hand. The broken godhead was trembling. Khorne was half-kneeling on the ground, almost unable to stand due to the severe injuries. The scarlet light spot under the horned helmet was extremely strong.

He growled in a low voice full of hatred: "You!"

"yes, I."

A dark shadow tentacle spread out from the shadow under the mage's feet. The mage let go of his hand, and it immediately caught the fragment. After a while of trembling, it calmly retracted into the mage's shadow.

"You——!" Khorne roared angrily. "Did you plan all this? Hiding behind the scenes, using the life of a new god to lure me to relax, so that I can take the initiative to use the godhead as a guide? I actually stepped in

Such a trap!"

"I wish I had such a foolproof plan."

He Shenyan sneered, the blue light in his eyes began to crackle, and there was thunder in the air.

"Despicable. A general who sends people to die. A dishonest person! A liar!" Khorne yelled angrily. Even if he was seriously injured due to the shattered godhead, he would never lose the battle.

"Even if you use tactics, you should be fair and aboveboard! What do you mean by this? You let Him die, but you hide behind it!"

Lightning struck down, splitting his horned helmet into a ball of burnt scrap metal. The mage strolled over, holding the immobile Khorne in his hands.

"Whatever you say," the mage said calmly. "I'm in a bad mood now, so hurry up and bless me."

"You crazy person!"

"I asked you to bless me, didn't you hear me?"

The mage lowered his head, looked at the two scarlet dots, and spoke slowly. "Do you want to know the reason? Because I am going to kill people now. Come on, you damn stinky bastard."

He grinned. Khorne was silent at first, and then laughed loudly: "Okay!"

The war drums sounded again, this time, heavier than before. The mage lifted Him up, slowly raised his head, and looked upward.

"You are all going to die." He whispered softly. "Yes, you are all going to die."

(End of chapter)