In Beiyu mythology, there is such a story:

The old kingdom decayed, it fell apart, and even the lowliest had to fill the burning palace with a fire and step on it.

The old king, dressed as a down-and-out beggar, ran out of the palace and looked at the fire in the distance.

"Oh God!"

"Why do you do this to my country, to my people like this!"

"I think about it as much as I do for my mother!"

Blue light fell from the sky and shone on the waterhole on the ground like clear glass.

God's voice rang in his ears.

- It was a voice from Yev.

Yevs is in charge of the youth of the living and the voice of the dead.

"O king, you have given your heart and blood for this country, but they are still going to overthrow you!"

"The civilians want to overthrow you!"

"The nobles want to overthrow you!"

"They want your place! They don't want to look up to you!"

"You give them a lot, but it's not enough. ”

"You can give them more, but that's not enough! Not enough! Far from enough! Never enough!"

The sound of Yev was like the breath of a snake, wrapped around the poor old man's neck.

"Now you're at the end of your rope. ”

"Your offspring are burned at the stake, like cattle waiting to be slaughtered. ”

"You will die in their desires, and you will never have the day to come out. ”

"You are going to beg in the streets, bow your head and beg!"

"When you lift your face, you're bound to be torn to shreds by the angry people!"

The old king was stunned.

He had stood in the same brilliant sunset and looked at his kingdom, the endless light shining on his land, igniting the scepter in his left hand and shining through the sword in his right.

He saw the burning palace, he saw the shining light, it was a beautiful light like a setting sun, more than grand, but it was no longer pure.

Screams mingled in the mix.

When the kingdom is completely divided, the screams here will stretch out even more, endlessly, until it spreads out over the entire glorious land.

The king stepped through the blue light and ran forward in a panic.

He sensed that what he held dear was being destroyed.

Not the offspring of a near-death scream.

Not the throne of gold.

Not an invincible army.

It's not power, it's not life.

It's something like the sun.

What is it?

He didn't know.

He should have nothing to lose, but he still has a strong premonition that he is about to lose something important.

A frenzied run made the old king look like a wild dog that would die at any moment.

He no longer wanted to run out of the capital.

He was going to die with his precious things.

"O king!"

The stones on the road tripped him up.

Sharp stones pierced into the muscular layers of the thighs, squeezing the tendons and bones, making a squeaking sound.

"Don't blame me for my rudeness, if you go straight over, you will die without a place to be buried!"

A bamboo shoot-like arm stretched out from the stone and wrapped it around the king's right leg.

The stone of God pierced into his body and divided the flesh.

- That's a boulder from Natoro.

Natoria knows best how to give pain to all things.

"God, why are you holding me back!"

"I have nothing!"

"No, you still have this leg!"

The boulder parted the flesh of his legs.

"Give him to me as my reward for saving you!"

"God, why are you so ruthless!"

"Am I ruthless?"

Natorio scoffed at his stupidity and lack of gratitude.

"Your subjects destroy and take everything from you, and they lie on your head and suck your brains, sucking squeaky fat worms!"

"In contrast, if I save your life, you are not even willing to pay for your legs?

"Well, God, you're right. ”

The old king replied to the god with a blank face, and as he said that, he threw down his broken right leg, and fell on the ground, and crawled forward.

Now he lives like a crippled old dog, not even a dog, and the old king is like a crippled maggot.

"How can you show resentment, king!"

It turned out that the old man's face against the ground contained pain, which made the wrinkled face look terrifying.

"No! where do I get my resentment!"

Nose Toro did not listen to his hard arguments, stretched out the boulder, crushed it down, and took the king's left leg.

The king snorted and went on without a word.

His blood spread through the streets of the royal city, and the great flames and smoke were like banners, casting the light and shadow of the great fire onto the river of blood and into his eyes.

The old king kept his head low and crawled with his hands in the ridicule of passers-by. Not a word.

He had not forgotten Yev's warning.

Even if the old face is rubbed into a vague mottled blood mark.

Suddenly, a huge foot stepped on his head and stomped the king's head, which was as crumpled as a walnut, into the ground.

Mud splatters.

Then the king felt a tap on his shoulder.

"O king!"

The voice rang in my ears.

Whisper.

A huge hand lifted him whole. Quickly plucked into mid-air.

The king's glued eyelids barely opened, looking at what was in front of him.

It is made up of shoes and hats, and it is extremely tall.

"You have to thank me, king, I wanted to turn you over and throw you to the ground, who let you stand in my way?"

The king's face was wrinkled any longer, and his pain was so great that it was about to overflow.

- This huge thing is none other than Aso's huge suite.

Aso is adept at crushing things, has the authority of power, and loves to devour magic and limbs.

"Coincidentally, I'm merciful. ”

"I only need your arms, I want to eat the meat of power and the meat of power!"

"If you give me this, I will put you down in turn, or else, I will let you go and let you be torn apart by your people!"

"You!"

The king stared at the god in front of him, his distorted expression suddenly startled, and then his whole old face relaxed.

His whole body calmed down.

Calm down completely.

"I see. ”

He said.

"Take it. ”

"My arms. ”

Asso let out a whirring laugh and pulled off his two thin arms.

The king felt himself being lowered towards the ground.

"Wait. ”

The old man said suddenly.

"What's wrong?"

Asso stopped walking away and turned back with his hands in his pockets.

"Don't be in a hurry to leave, you stay first. ”

The king, who had been cut into a stick, said.

A huge, newborn something sprang up in the heart of this man who had lost almost everything.

It is the living water that springs out of the mouth of the depleted spring.

"Stay and take my head. ”