LRAB Chapter 93 "God"? "Man"?
Chapter 93 "God"? "Man"?
Chapter 93 "God"? "Man"?
I don't know how to tell my story.
In the universe, many people call me the "Godslayer".
I don't care, because it's just a misunderstanding of me by some ignorant people.
What I am engaged in is destined to be a great and sacred cause!
I come from a barren planet, insignificant compared to the brilliant civilizations in the universe.
We have always diligently cultivated the land and hunted wild beasts.
We also devoutly worship the deity in our mythology.
No matter the time, we offer our most precious offerings every morning and evening, without fail.
Even when we couldn't even get enough to eat, they still held sacrifices.
I don't understand. I used to abhor such pointless waste, but I wasn't understood by my people, and even my wife was horrified by it.
In the end, I could only follow them, continuing the sacrifices, the sacrifices, the sacrifices—
But the natural disasters did not change in the slightest because of our piety.
The land became desolate, the rivers gradually dried up, and even our homes, on which we depend for survival, were in grave danger.
The number of clansmen dwindled one by one.
They said it was because we weren't devout enough, because we weren't trying hard enough.
So we became more and more humble, until we exhausted all the life that could be hunted on the whole land, sacrificed everything that could be offered, and even offered the last piece of blood to the gods—but nothing changed.
As I stood alone, holding my daughter, the last member of my race, staggering across the desolate land, looking at her sweet yet terrified face—
I have truly begun, either willingly or helplessly, to choose to believe.
I believe that deity will save us. I offer my wife's belongings as a final sacrifice.
But that night...
I lost my daughter.
Perhaps it was luck, but when I weakly followed that nameless guidance, I arrived at a paradise on earth.
There are babbling brooks, tall trees, and sweet fruits.
I finally saw the god who sat on the throne and was draped in gold.
I begged him for salvation, but he refused.
He mocked me, insulted me, and desecrated all the efforts our race has made since its inception until now!
I no longer harbored any illusions, and even tore off the pendant that my wife had put on my head years ago.
And that self-proclaimed god grabbed me by the throat, trying to easily take my life.
I want to rebel, but how can a man rebel against God?
But—hope has arrived.
When that longsword somehow ended up in my hands, when I first severed the head of that god—I felt a certain pleasure.
That was anger, resentment, and unwillingness—the culmination of everything!
And whenever I pick up this sword, for some reason, I always hear a voice, a guy who calls himself Ger.
He said I was his apostle.
I didn't understand what "apostle" meant at first, but after hearing him claim to be a god, I knew I was destined to part ways with that guy named Gel!
I even started to doubt whether I should be holding this thing called the Black Death Sword in my hand, because it made me feel disgusted too!
In the years that followed, I traveled to various planets, slaughtering those who called themselves gods.
Gradually, I discovered that there were actually quite a few races like us who were ignorant and placed all their hopes in the gods.
Those so-called "gods" are high and mighty! They enjoy the offerings but do nothing!
All they need to do is stand there, make a clap of thunder, shout a couple of slogans, and casually display some power, and those people will obediently kneel down and pray and offer sacrifices to them.
What kind of god is this?
I once lived for a time in an ordinary tribe on a desolate planet.
I looked at this village, which had no divine protection, yet still respectfully worshipped a certain "Dragon King" every day.
Is this their god?
unimportant.
The important thing is that these villagers have remained the same for years, just like my own people—but nothing has changed.
The weather remains harsh, and the land remains parched.
Until I discovered three little snake-like creatures.
They sneaked into the Dragon King Temple and consumed the incense and other offerings.
Nothing has changed.
But slowly, things changed.
In order to continue receiving offerings from humans, these three little creatures actually went up the mountain every night to fetch water and then pretended to make it rain at the top of the mountain.
Although there wasn't much rain, their diligent efforts brought some relief from the drought, allowing crops to grow.
People then became even more eager to attribute all the credit to the "Dragon King" and offered him even more tribute.
I watched with my own eyes as those three little creatures grew arms, and from their conversation I learned that they would become new "gods" or new "dragons".
I'm getting ready to leave.
Because I'm a little confused—maybe I'm being too extreme?
Perhaps there is still hope in this world?
But on that very day, a bolt from the blue struck.
When the real Dragon King appeared, I watched as that enormous four-legged reptile roared, "How dare mortals worship a monster!" and used its so-called divine power to destroy villages, topple temples, and hunt down those three poor little creatures.
Standing amidst the raging thunder, I cannot understand: why are some beings that are not gods doing good deeds, while the true gods are committing evil?
I watched with my own eyes as those three small snakes, who seemed to have developed a bond with humans, used their lives to split open the boulder blocking the river.
Finally, I made my move.
I raised the Black Death Sword, blocking the falling lightning, and severed the head of the man who called himself "Dragon King".
I even touched the round heads of the three little snakes—and almost got bitten by the one with the triangular head.
I understand now.
I am righteous!
Heaven creates all things to nourish the spirit! The spirit has nothing to repay Heaven with!
I will kill all those who deceive the masses, who only know how to take and not how to give, and cut off the heads of all the gods so that no one will have to suffer the same calamity as me!
Everyone gave them the best!
Let them only know how to possess, not how to give!
Then the only option is to "kill"!
Of course I am righteous!
This belief sustained me all the way to the City of Omnipotence!
Under the thunderous roar of that middle-aged fat man, I fell down time and time again, only to rise again and again.
I have personally experienced the burning of every inch of my skin and the shattering of every bone in my body!
But because of the weapon in my hand, I will rise again every time!
I am slaughtering relentlessly! Gods! Good and bad! All are annihilated!
I won't try to discern whether there are any good people among them—perhaps there are, but I don't care!
I don't want to argue about the so-called issue of good and evil!
Perhaps there are indeed "gods of innocence," but how are these "innocent" beings born?
They still belong to that whole, don't they?
Amidst the terrified gazes of countless strange creatures around him, the Godslayer, Gale, slowly dragged his Black Death Sword.
Behind him, the head of a bald man who called himself a god and claimed to be "supreme wisdom" had rolled to the ground, and the mask he used to cover his scars had fallen off.
No one dared to stop him, including those strange, golden creatures who also called themselves perfect life forms, gods among mortals.
The beast-headed men controlled by these gods showed no joy or praise, only terror as they stared at the pale man who was shrouded in murderous and evil aura.
It's okay, he's used to it.
I've grown accustomed to this cold silence.
But it doesn't matter, he never came for their praise.
He's only here to kill gods.
The Godslayer has left this planet, but still wanders in the universe.
Just as he was thinking about going to Earth to see the so-called New Asgard.
He suddenly sensed a familiar divine power surging deep within the universe!
That divine power, carrying a majestic and thunderous might, was extremely familiar to him!
For him, the god-slayer, this was undoubtedly the greatest challenge!
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