To their greatest delight, they found a lot of herbs along the way, and wild onions were everywhere, and they boiled them together with dried meat seized in the castle, and the steam in the pot brought a sweet smell, and drinking it hot could cure "hunger" They laughed and laughed loudly around the campfire, drank wine, and discussed the good life of the new earth, and when a ragged and disabled strange old man came by, they did not drive him away, but gave him a warm welcome, giving him clothes, wooden cups, and hot soup.

The old man accepted their gifts with joy, and he remained by the campfire until the stars rose, and the people fell into a deep sleep, and the ugly chicken came up to him, knelt down, and put his forehead on his hand. "Venerable Ilmort," she said, "your coming has brought infinite glory to this world. She said this from the bottom of her heart, and since her return to Falon, the priests of Ilmut have been present among the miserable people, bringing herbs and cures, and assassinating tyrannical rulers, and they have not stood idly by while the peasants and merchants have been reluctant to endure their oppression and have begun to rebel— But for these mortals, they seem to be more willing to believe in themselves, they are grateful to Ilmot, but they are not willing to rely on him completely, which makes the ugly chicken a little ashamed, not only because of these mortals, but also because of herself, she can be reborn and stay young, all because of Ilmot's favor, but her faith is not religious, she is more willing to help others than pray, and extinguish the darkness.

"But that's what I'm glad about. Ilmot said, rubbing the head of the ugly chicken, who was a strong and ugly woman, lacking the awe and love of the gods, but Ilmot, the god who would take the suffering of the weak as a doctrine, did not care about these at all, he had always been a maverick among the gods, and even if the power of faith would directly affect the power of the gods, he was not afraid.

"Is that really the case?" said a voice.

Ilmot opened his eyes in his kingdom, which was different from the others, without a splendid palace, without a colorful sky and a golden sun, without a symbol of his own specialness, and his kingdom looked like a flat wilderness with gravel houses, his followers toiled, trekked, hungry and thirsty, and his servants were more like rough peasants and peasant women. A god who shows his body and makes a voice in the kingdom of another god without notice can be said to be provocative, but Ilmot is not angry or moving, and this indifference is even more infuriating than ridicule.

"I don't have what you want here," said Ilmot, "Syric, the god of conspiracy." ”

Ciric didn't answer, he disappeared as if he had never appeared, and Ilmoth cautiously nodded the heads of the elect and the gods, lest he accidentally lose one or two—the wickedness of Ciric is simply too many to mention, "Maybe you'll soon have a companion." He said as he mentally counted them. "Is it an ugly chicken?" said one of his godly condescendants, "she's ugly, but she's a good person." He had helped Ugly Chicken at Elmott's behest, and admired her bravery and determination.

"But the little one has always been obsessed," said the other with a smile, "she always felt that she was not religious, and that she was always guilty of you. ”

"But our gods don't care about any of that," said the god who used to work with the ugly chicken, "and the afflicted Ilmort values not the tongue, but the heart and hands." So all the gods and the elect began to nod their heads, and Ilmot noticed that one of the souls seemed to stop talking, "Do you have any doubts?" he asked gently, "Say it, let's hear it, there are so many people here, your question may be answered." ”

The soul bowed to Ilmot, and walked up to him, an acquaintance to many—the former lord of Thundercastle, the Norman king of the Highlands, nay, not Baldwin, but Dylan, among the elect and the gods of Ilmot, his rare goodness was like sand in a grain of wheat: "Excuse me," he said, plucking up courage, "are you willing to accept me because I have done something worthy of your approval?"

"Yes," replied Ilmot, "or because you are pretty?"

Dylan was really a little laughing and crying at this moment: "No, I swear I didn't think about it that way, I just don't understand what great things I've done." ”

"And do you remember the people you took shelter with after you died?" Ilmot reminded softly, "the innocent human woman, and her two children. ”

"But she's my blood relative. Dylan said, "And I owe them a debt." "He was not supposed to be the king of the Normans of the Highlands, he committed a crime and was punished for it.

"They are not only your blood relatives, but also the pillars of the Highland Normans," said Ilmot, "have you ever imagined what would have become of the Highland Normans after they died if you had not risked your soul to be shattered to save them?" Oh, don't mention Berdwin, and don't tell me you think he is a worthy ruler. ”

"I didn't think ......," Dylan replied honestly, almost instinctively...... After doing those things, he was not allowed to think about it at that time.

"You've made a lot of mistakes. "According to my teachings," said Ilmot, "there is little chance that you will set foot in my kingdom, but, Dylan, I must say that it is because of you that the Normans of the Highlands have escaped what could have lasted for decades, and that the orcs are not allowed to go south and invade the human race, and for that alone I must reward you, yes, I, and my followers, are willing to bear the tribulation in the place of all, but we prefer to see that the tribulation has not come, so rest assured, I am not yet so mad as to be the point of being called to the wrong person." ”

Hearing this, both the elect and the gods laughed, and Dylan bowed deeply and gratefully to Ilmot, who then stood up, raised his hand, and disappeared from front of them.

It is more accurate to say that it is not that he has disappeared, but that both the elect and the servants have been placed in a safe place by him, and they look at each other with some worry but helplessness.

And just as they were nervous, Tyre, the god of justice and impartiality, was striding into Ilmot's kingdom from the outside, of course he had been informed, but when he saw that Ilmut was alone in the wilderness, he couldn't help but have a shadow in his eyes, "Have you changed now?" he asked condemningly.

"I must have asked you this," said Ilmot, mournfully, "why do you feel uneasy, my friend, I have seen you alone more than once, and neither you nor I like to be vanity and flattery, nor do you like to be served, and should you look at your own paranoia before accusing me?"

Tyre shuddered slightly, didn't he, he turned his face away, unwilling to admit the problem pointed out by his old friend. "I came to you because I had something important to tell you. ”

"I know," said Ilmot, "so I let my children go." ”

"Do you know what it is?" asked Tyre. "You've been preparing for so long. Ilmoth said, "How could I not know?" and "You are remorseful." Tyre reproached. "Yes," said Ilmot, "I am remorseful." He didn't think it would be a good thing to let the evil and tyrannical red dragon Gredi become a god and inherit the power of Io, the god of dragons, so he sniped her with Rosada and Tyre, for which Ilmot would not regret it, he regretted that he had made a wrong choice because of his lack of courage, if he could turn back time, even if it would anger the god Io, he would refuse to hide that they knew that Io, the god of dragons, was once the god of the gods.

"Well, you refuse to be our ally. Thiel said.

"Why," said Ilmot, bewildered, "you were once the most faithful guardian of the gods," and he raised his voice, "look at your glove, what is written on it?duty, justice, justice, glory! Are you depraved? You are violating your own teachings." ”

"That's why!" Tyre retorted loudly, "I just woke up, my friend, that I had surrendered my allegance to an unworthy being! I gave everything for him, but what did he give me in return? I lost my wife and my eyes, not to mention my priesthood and doctrines, didn't you find that they were in conflict from the beginning, and that justice and justice could not coincide at all—I could not even see as clearly as that vile Ciric, and he must have been happy to see me so stupid......"

"Say no more!" cried Ilmot, "then why didn't you refuse?

"Because that's what I deserve! When all the gods are betraying him! I am the only one who is loyal to him, and for this I even killed the god of magic! She fell from the sky and was crushed to pieces, and I was alienated and treated coldly by the other gods, I thought he could see and hear! No, he could, who he was, the All-Knowing Almighty! He just turned a blind eye and did not hear and hear!"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" exclaimed Ilmot, "Tyre, my friend, you are polluted! Take a good look at your heart, you are not like this, what has affected you?"

"Perhaps," said Tyre, gasping, "but I feel happy, never so happy, Ilmot, it is you who really ought to look at your heart, you were once strong, but now what? You are so noble and forgiving, that even if people do not believe in you, you will give them generously, and your divine power flows out like water, but faith is like a spring drizzle, and your kingdom is withered, is it your fault?" No, it's Io's, he deprived us of the power we had since birth, and made us humbly dependent on mortals for a living, but these should not have happened! Not to mention, his decision was wrong, very big! The gods who are as good as you and me will not play tricks to harvest people's faith, but evil gods like Ciric and Kawuha, and even if they can't, they can weaken us by killing our believers, and at that time, this place will be occupied by those filthy fellows, not only your elect, but also your gods, but even the mortals you want to shelter will eventually die, do you want to see such an end?"

“...... What do you want to do?"

"Swear to Styx, Ilmot, or I won't tell you anything. ”

"I don't have to know from your mouth to know what you want to do," Ilmut took two steps back, and the god was bitter: "You want to ......" He shoved the words into his throat: "But you can't succeed, and if you could, what had happened before would not have happened at all." "Before the God of God, there is no god who has the strength and courage to resist.

"Then I'm sorry. Til said, and then his god sè suddenly changed, the strange even Elmott couldn't recognize it, just before Ilmot mentioned Jǐngti, a black mist rushed out of Til's mouth, Ilmott wanted to resist, but the two points of starlight in the black fog had already grabbed him, the snake of chaos broke away from his temporary body, condensed into an entity in the air, Ilmot's divine power hit his body, the condensed body spread out and converged, and the giant snake of black sè opened its mouth and swallowed him.

Tyre stood still, tears of remorse and blood streaming from his eyes.

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Jecob stood outside the gates of the City of Death, looking at the people with complicated eyes, he had been waiting for the person to take them over since he had withdrawn the gods and godheads of the god of death, but he did not expect it to be this person.

"Rosada, the god of the morning light," he asked, "have you fallen too?"

The blonde god smiled, "No," he said, "I just want to correct a mistake." "Just to correct this mistake, they may sacrifice a lot of things. He looked gently at the once as powerful as he was, but had to give up his godhead and priesthood, and be reduced to an ancient god who was subordinate to God: "I really hope that you can be one of us, and you have nothing less to lose than we do." ”

But you will not succeed, Jerk said in his heart, but he didn't say it, the yīn shadow behind Rosada was so thick that it threatened him all the time, and there was a saying that Rosada was right, he had lost too much, and he didn't want to gamble.

He gazed at the souls of the walls of the City of the Dead, men, women, old men, children, slaves, kings and archdukes, where they were treated equally, perhaps without Kranvo noticing that after he became the god of death, the proportion of unbelievers and panbelievers was increasing dramatically, and the belief in gods had become weaker and more hypocritical.