With his hands clenched, Augustus was caught in a long memory.

The name of the god of killing is famous in the Three Realms, even today, thousands of years after the time has passed, when it comes to the god of killing Augustus, there are still countless people who remember this overlord who once traveled through the Three Realms and was the only one. Before him, there was no human being in the world who could walk between the Three Realms of Heaven, Man and Demon unscrupulously, and no human being could kill all sides in the Second Realm of Heaven and Demon and return unharmed.

No one had ever been so powerful before, and countless others had followed the example of the gods, but some of them had either died in a foreign land or had not been able to fight and return. can run rampant in the Three Realms and terrify the entire Nether Realm, throughout the ages, only Augustus is alone.

But this peerless killing god who is so famous and terrifying to the world is far from being so beautiful before he became famous.

Augustus was born into a very modest and poor family. His mother was an embroidery seller, and his father was a blacksmith who made a living by selling cooking utensils. When Augustus was born, his mother had a difficult birth. The small village where they lived did not have a decent doctor, and the father wanted to go to the county seat to ask for a doctor to come back in order to protect the safety of his mother and son. It rained heavily, and the pouring rain caused a landslide, and my father was drowned in the rushing mud and rocks, never to return.

In the end, the mother was lucky enough to give birth to a child and named it Augustus. The name, in the language of their country, means disaster.

The children of the village ostracized him, saying that he had killed his father, and that the little disaster had grown up alone in poverty and humility. The father died, and the mother rushed to make embroidery day and night in order to maintain the family, but this did not make this withering family have any spring blossoms, but gradually made no communication between mother and son. Every day, Disaster stood by the coal stove full of broken pieces of wood, watching his mother rush to embroidery at the only dilapidated wooden table in the house, from morning till night, without even glancing at the child.

The mother seems to occasionally forget that she has a son at home, because she is silent, rarely goes out, and at home she almost never talks to her son. But disaster knows, she doesn't. She prepares three meals a day and covers the child with a thin quilt when he falls asleep. Although the family struggled to make ends meet, every week, he would always try to get some minced meat or a small fish to make soup for him to drink, and he never gave even a small sip. She was just crushed by the weight of her shoulders, and it was life that was destroying her. Although she named him Calamity, she never saw him as a Calamity, because 'Augustus' itself had a second meaning: hope.

The disaster didn't care about the attacks of other children, the poverty and loneliness that he lived around the clock, but he didn't want his mother to suffer. He wanted to bring happiness to his mother, let her live a good life, and let the gloom clouds between her brows dissipate like morning mist.

The young Augustus had not yet attained cultivation, but from an early age he had developed his agility by fighting with the children of the village, all of whom attacked him in large groups. Early in the morning, he had breakfast, said goodbye to his mother, who had already entered the work, and then went out with the worn-out package that had been prepared.

I trotted all the way out of the village, and on the way I secretly climbed into a carriage carrying merchant goods. The catastrophe huddled in the corner of the car board and entered the county seat with the commercial vehicle. When he arrived in the city, he did not rush to get out of the car, but continued to hide in it until the cart arrived at the Chamber of Commerce, and the men who transported it dismantled the goods, and he got into a sack and was carried into the warehouse.

As night fell, Disaster crawled out of the mountain of goods and opened his package. The contents were simple, a dagger with a notch, and a piece of charcoal wrapped in oil grass. Rubbing the end of the oily grass against the ground twice, a faint glow of fire illuminated the dark warehouse as a few sparks burst out. Holding charcoal in one hand, the disaster searched in the warehouse.

This chamber of commerce is the largest in the city, with everything in the utensils, rice, antiques, calligraphy and paintings. The children of the village, who understood the value of those utensils, saw that one of the large boxes contained a few large dried fish, so they tore open the package and bundled two of them on their backs. The fish grew so big that even when it was dried, it was bigger than a child's head from head to tail.

The weight of the two fish weighed down on the catastrophe and exhaled heavily, and after two laps back and forth, he still had to give up half of it. Carrying one of the larger ones, he climbed out through the narrow window used for ventilation in the warehouse, and slipped out of the chamber of commerce at night. When the city gates opened at dawn the next day, he slipped out of the county like a wind and galloped all the way back home.

For several months, the county's chamber of commerce lost some goods every few days, and the home of the disaster was no longer the wild vegetables and corn husks for meals, but fish, meat, and fragrant melons and fruits. Mother was naturally suspicious of these precious foods that suddenly appeared in the house, and the disaster said that he had found it in the mountains. Thinking that my son had indeed run out early in the morning from time to time recently, and had not seen anyone for a day or two, and that he would bring different food with him every time he came home, and that there was no news that no one had been stolen in the village, I believed my son's words.

With enough food, the occasional food that cannot be eaten can be sold in the village. In this small village, the value of food is second only to agricultural cooking utensils, and my mother does not need to stay up late to make embroidery to maintain the family, and not only that, but there is also a surplus. This year, Catastrophe took off his old patched clothes and put on his first new clothes when he grew up. This dress was specially bought by my mother in the city and sewn by herself.

Life has been found, the mother's face is finally no longer full of gloom, the smile that has not been seen for a long time appears on that beautiful face, and the words of people before and after have gradually increased. All these changes and disasters are in my eyes, and I am happy about it. As a result, he entered the county more often, and gradually, he was no longer satisfied with just stealing some food.

It's not enough.

He looked at the richly dressed ladies on the street, pearlescent and graceful.

It's not enough. He wanted his mother to be like the lady of the city, dressed in beautiful clothes, wearing gorgeous ornaments, and applying fragrant fat powder.

On this day, he was in the warehouse and pried open a box with the notched dagger. When the box opened, his vision was filled with dazzling gold. On the second day, the Chamber of Commerce exploded, and they lost an extremely valuable item: a piece of gold. This gold was wanted by the owner of the Chamber of Commerce to be presented to the nobles in the city, and in order not to be remembered by those who care, it was deliberately stored in an ordinary warehouse to confuse the sight. The next day's birthday banquet for this nobleman, the Chamber of Commerce presented this box of gold as a gift, and when it was opened, the gold bars that were neatly stacked were missing a piece.

The thief was caught that day. Disaster stole the gold and slipped out of the chamber of commerce, and it was impossible for the village to sell the gold, so he found another trading house and planned to exchange the gold for currency. However, in order to prevent theft, the gold purchased by the Chamber of Commerce is marked with the logo of the Chamber of Commerce on every gold bar. The man of the merchant house saw the sign, and saw that it was a dirty child who had pawned him, so he detained him on the spot.

When the mother hurried in the night, the disaster had already been shattered. The facial features on the immature face were almost indistinguishable, and the new clothes were all torn, revealing hideous wounds and stained with blood. The mother burst into tears and fell to the ground begging the owner of the Chamber of Commerce to spare her child.

Under the candlelight, my mother's face, which had been much moisturized by the improvement of her life, was particularly beautiful, and the series of tears not only did not damage this charm, but made the delicate face particularly moving. The son who was listening to the nobleman's house was immediately bewitched by this beauty.

This son is well-known for his romance, and he most often goes to wine-colored places, and he also does a lot of evil things that bully men and women by virtue of his status on weekdays.

The moonlight shone brightly, and the mother's heart-rending cry was like a sharp knife, poking at the heart of the disaster one by one. He was hung from the beams of the house, and he was only half breathed when he was beaten, and suddenly, without knowing the strength of the hand, he kicked away the servants who were guarding him, and broke the ropes. When he gasped and rushed into the room, his mother was lying on her back on the ground, covered in **, with a clear cut in her throat. And the boy, who was disheveled, stood beside him, touching the scratches on his face with one hand and holding a sword in the other, glaring at the people on the ground and cursing viciously.

That night, disaster failed to kill Childe. He is too weak when he has just awakened his internal strength, and although the boy himself is a wreck, the entourage around him is all masters. Disaster got up again and again, was knocked down again and again, and finally, his vision was blurred, he had difficulty breathing, and he never got up again. Thinking that he was dead, the attendants wrapped the bodies of him and his mother in straw mats and threw them at the dog farm to feed the dogs according to Childe's orders.

The fangs of the hound tore at the flesh and skin, and the calamity let out a faint ** in a coma. The dog owner was a kind old man, and when he found out that he was still alive, he immediately snatched the man back from the crazy dog pack. A few days later, the disaster woke up. He was wooden, sluggish, silent, like a sculpture. The old man's unauthorized act of saving people was soon discovered, and before Childe's servants rushed in, the old man hid him in the cauldron on the stove, and he himself died under the knife.

The disaster clenched his knees in the darkness, listening to the chaos outside, the shouting and rummaging deafening. Disaster, disaster, he thought, he really was. He was the disaster of his father, the disaster of his mother, the disaster of the kind old man who saved him.

When the servants were gone, Augustus climbed out of the stove. He buried the old man's body and fled from the city.

Later, he recognized a thief as his master. Three years later, he killed the thieves. He also accepted an Assassin as his master. Five years later, he killed the Assassins. Then he recognized a noble master, and he killed him that day. This noble man is the father of the son back then. Ten years apart, Gongzi couldn't bear that this young man with a cold face and extraordinary bearing was actually a child who was covered in blood and beaten to death.

Augustus didn't even kill him directly, that would be too merciful. In front of Childe, he hacked Childe's mother to death with a knife. This domineering woman, relying on her husband's power, usually nostrils to the sky, is dying, like mud lying on the ground, sobbing and flowing. She did not escape the fate of death, and neither did her son.

Augustus cut off his son's hands and feet, cut off his tongue, and threw him and the woman into the dog pen, just as they had done to themselves and their mother ten years earlier. He watched as Childe struggled, wailing, and finally turned into minced flesh under his fangs. He came to the grave of the old man who had taken care of the dog farm. Over the years, the grave has become overgrown with weeds. He poured a glass of wine on it, knelt down again, kowtowed heavily, and then went away, never to return.