Alone in the dark and cold kingdom of God, sitting alone on a majestic and lonely throne, with the cold wind blowing around him, accompanied by the frost floating wantonly in the sky, closing his eyes and motionless, the current state of the hurricane god is extremely poor.

This is true both physically and psychologically!

Physiologically, Atdylan, who had resisted two legendary killer level attacks, had already broken his soul, and the fighting spirit attached to the cavalry spear by the legendary knight made his wounds unable to heal, although the god at this time was not seriously injured enough to lose his combat effectiveness, but the feeling of being deeply rooted in the soul and being broken and ravaged with his thoughts was still enough to make any creature tremble in pain.

And psychologically............ I have to admit that most of the punk schemes have succeeded, and now Atdylan is experiencing an unprecedented torture from faith.

This time, the desperate prayer he heard was no longer a tumultuous tumult, but a very clear and very hazy sobs of despair—the soft cry of a little girl believer............

What a low, heart-wrenching cry, the god of hurricanes knew very well that this young believer had done nothing wrong, that she was just a mischievous little child who diligently recited the canon every day, but now this innocent child was about to be reduced to ashes in the altar of flames because of his involvement in this legendary war.

For some reason, the innocent voice of prayer full of doubts and fear lingered most in Atdylan's ears, and even though the other equally thick and oppressed prayer words beat his heart like the waves of the sea, the bruised god could not ignore the childish cry of the voice anyway.

Clenching the giant sword in his hand and biting his lower lip in pain, Atdylan suddenly remembered a long, long time ago...... He remembered his sister and remembered ............ His childhood can only be described as "pathetic".

When the future god of hurricanes was only a twelve-year-old boy, Atdylan, who came from a poor family, had a sister who was two months younger than him, and he still remembers his sister's voice and smile, and remembers the beautiful way her long black hair danced in the wind............

What a lovely girl that is, on winter mornings, the girl who is eager to help her parents run a bread workshop and make bread for sale will always drag her ignorant brother out of bed, and then helplessly help fold the quilt while saying:

"Brother, don't stay in bed, hurry up and clean the steps, the guests are coming."

This sentence was very strong in Atdylan's memory, because it was the sweetest sentence that ran through almost his entire childhood.

Meantime...... It was also the last thing his lovely sister ever said to him.

On that calm morning, the girl, who had to clean the steps by herself because she couldn't afford to drag her brother, was seen by the noble children of the street town, and her beautiful and clean childish appearance unsurprisingly aroused the evil desire of drunken gentlemen, so that morning, the extremely old-fashioned and extremely sad plot was shown in the family of Ate Dylan as scheduled.

Two sword-wielding guards kicked through the thin wooden door of the bakery, and they wanted to arrest Atdylan's sister for "stealing the lord's finances", and the swordsman's sword and ruffian invectives frightened the hard-working miller, and the Atdylan siblings and his parents could only huddle in a corner and shiver.

And then...... Just when the little boy who was the elder brother was about to cry at the long sword drawn by the guards, his sister, with long black hair, sobbed softly and resolutely broke free from his parents' arms and blocked the whole family............

To this day, Atdylan still remembers the scene of the girl who was not even as tall as the sword in the hands of the guards at that time, opening her arms to block herself behind her, and the trembling petite body was cast into the most solid barrier in front of the little boy, and the back gilded by the sun was extremely stubborn and heart-wrenching............

"Courage"!

At that moment, young Atdylan didn't know how much he longed for himself to have courage, longed for himself not to tremble in front of the cold blade, longed for himself to rush out and hug his sister, the beast suddenly born in his heart was whimpering and howling, and the bitten lip was left with blood dropping down!

But it's a pity...... The former Atdylan had never had the courage to do so, and the man huddled in the corner with his parents was just a little boy with his hair and clothes stained with flour, and he watched in embarrassment as his sister was framed as a criminal and shackled, and the sound of heavy steel clashing was so cold in the foul language of the two guards............ It wasn't until the little girl was "led" out of the gate by two guards like a livestock that the pale boy felt the bloody taste that filled his mouth because of the bite on the tip of his tongue.

Since that day, Atdylan has not seen his sister again.

"More than 30 million years have passed, and so much time has passed unconsciously............ Isn't it enough for such a long time for a pathetic boy to gain a little insignificant courage"?

There was chaos in his mind, and the god of the hurricane, who was sitting on the throne, covered his face with his left hand, and his five fingers were so hard that he pressed the tips of his fingertips into his skull.

Outside the gods, the fainter and fainter crying voice of the little girl of the believer sounded in the ears of Atdylan, like a rapidly approaching tide, and in the midst of a prayer full of pain, only this desperate sobbing touched the soul of the god like a bell............

I don't know when it began, but this cry of grief and despair had gradually coincided with the sobbing of the girl in his memory, and Atdylan only felt as if he had returned to the disgusting bakery for a moment, and he was still the little boy covered in flour, hiding in the corner shivering, with a mouth full of blood but not daring to move, and his most important sister was being taken by the hateful guards to the mansion of a notoriously perverted nobleman, and the tragic fate that awaited the little girl was self-evident......... ...

"No"!

Fingers full of divine power cut through the distorted face, red blood dripped down the chin of the hurricane god, listening to the cry in his ears, the blood-red eyes of Atdylan fiercely grasped the heavy sword and burst up!

"No! I'm not that powerless coward anymore!"

The twelve-year-old boy roared like a dying beast, and the frost-soaked hurricane god burst towards the heavens of God like a demon crawling out of hell.

At this moment, the wrath of the gods finally ignited the dim kingdom of God, and at this moment, there was no recklessness or reason - only after 30 million years of time, the little boy named Atdylan finally found the "courage" he dreamed of in the burning of anger!