[Svarog and his sons took the Black Serpent to the earth beneath the Sky Dome, and they put a plow on the Black Serpent. The whole earth was stained with blood, with drops of blood hanging from every stone, and feathers on the peaks. 】

Veres picked up the dead Peraschia, and two giant serpents that stretched like mountains rose from the ground, carrying the dead snake god, and then leaped towards the sky.

The serpent swept up countless tornadoes on the surface of the sea, mixed with salty water, and rushed into the dark clouds high above, as if countless servants of Veres were on the surface of the sea, following the body of the apocalypse, rushing into the sky.

Then the first father of the gods cut the earth and stabbed her with a sharp plow, in order to clean the whole earth, and buried all the blood of the black serpent deep into the ground, fertilizing every inch of the soil. When they cut Mother Earth, the earth cracked open and sucked up all the blood. 】

The serpent swam in the sea of clouds, and the dead Peraschia hung his huge head, his eyes had already turned gray, and he paid a terrible price for his arrogance, and his torn body was oozing blood and spilling it on the dry land.

Everything is like the scene recorded in the Ross Scrolls about the birth of the Cosmic Tree, and at the moment when the world order was just established, the entire land was moistened with the blood of the giant serpent. On the blood of the Serpent Clan, a prosperous land has been established.

A never-ending drought is eating away at the land, and rain hasn't been on it for nearly seven years. The Don River, which the ancestors of the gods cultivated with iron ploughs, the Danube and the Dnieper no longer flowed, and the boulders of the riverbed were exposed after losing the moisture of the rain.

When the fifth day of spring ploughing was lost, the Don River, which had been flowing quietly, slowly dried up, and the boulders that exposed the riverbed were burned hot by the blazing sun.

The fish rolled in the mud that was about to dry up, and they were about to lose their last shelter. The drought forced the Slavs, who had settled here for generations, to move in search of new sources of water. They looked back at their homeland for the last time, and then prepared to embark on a long journey.

The temple dedicated to Veres had been deserted for a long time, and it was overgrown with withered yellow hay. The idol that was enshrined had already collapsed seven years ago, and it was in ruins that no one visited.

They suspect that Veres has stopped caring for the earth and has given up on the people he once cared for.

Just as the people took the first step, they felt a drop of wetness on their faces, which had been tormented by the scorching sun for a long time. Then came a succession of raindrops, falling from the sky above their heads.

The Slavs raised their heads and looked at the clouds as thick as night.

A shower poured down.

"It's raining!"

Finally, someone let out an ecstatic cheer, looking at the abundant rain falling from the sky, and tears of excitement welled up in their eyes.

I don't know when the dark clouds overhead rained abundantly. The wildly sloping rain seemed to drown everything in the rain. Ecstatic people hugged and celebrated each other, and the dry season, which had lasted seven days of spring ploughing, finally came to an end.

After the entire land lost its vitality for seven years, the gods they prayed to finally brought abundant rain to the world. The bare boulders of the Don, Danube and Dnieper rivers, ploughed by the gods, were once again covered with flowing water, and the forests and fields were once again alive.

The crowd on the ground saw that in the looming dark clouds, there seemed to be a huge thing wriggling, and the huge mountain-like figure was hiding in the vast clouds, occasionally revealing huge black scales from the clouds, announcing the identity of the unknown giant.

The Serpent of the World.

After seven years of slumbering in the dark Styx, it has finally returned to this land.

In the clouds, invisible to small mortals, the giant serpent of the world that could not be seen at a glance was soaring in the sky. The whole sky became his shelter.

The star-devouring jaw latched on to the dead snake god Peraschia, blood streaming down its wounds and lowered mouth.

Veres turned its blood into a shower and sprinkled it on the parched earth, and all things returned from the clutches of death to the bosom of the earth after being watered with the blood of the gods.

Dyberg, the sun god of the scorching sun, drove the carriage from east to west, day after day, in an arc in the sky, bringing light to the whole world.

He crossed the cloudless sky and sprinkled the earth with light. However, when he inadvertently turned his head, he saw a dark cloud behind him that was spreading and began to approach the direction of the sun god.

Dysberg was used to it, he thought it was Perron. Thor's chariot occasionally accompanied his own pace, patrolling the land, and since Veres lost his tracks, demons and spirits began to wreak havoc on the human world, and Perron's patrols became more frequent, almost becoming a rule between the sun god and the god of thunder.

Dressed in white robes, Dyberg tugged at the reins, trying to slow down and wait for Thor's arrival.

"The temple of gods is missing a main god, and I don't know how many pairs of eyes are staring at the position of the god of the Styx. ”

"The rude and stupid Veres, if he hadn't gone against the God King, wouldn't have ended up like this. The position of the god of the Stygian Sea, I don't know whose hands it will fall into. ”

As soon as the muttering Dysberg finished speaking, a cold, hoarse voice sounded behind him, like a vague syllable coming out of his vocal cords with something in his mouth.

"Dysberg, are you talking about me?"

Dyberg's heart sank, the voice behind him obviously did not come from the Perren he was familiar with, and the radiant sun god turned his head with difficulty, but saw a dark cloud that was rapidly approaching him. And some huge beast was hiding in the depths of the clouds, and even the divine light could not pierce the thick darkness.

The dark clouds behind him suddenly opened three times, and a large, vicious and huge head appeared in front of him, and when he looked at Dysberg with cold vertical pupils, he only felt that he was being targeted by some evil force.

What made Dyberg even more frightened was that the giant snake also had another slightly smaller giant snake in its mouth, and its low-hanging gray eyes were transmitting a signal to Dyberg.

Signs of death.

The golden warhorse let out an uneasy roar, and the troll that appeared behind it made the high sun god lose his brilliance.

He came from the dark abyss, which made the gods and stars lose their original luster.

"The Serpent God Peraschia ......"

Dyberg finally saw the appearance of the dead giant serpent clearly, and while looking at the indifferent world serpent, he cautiously asked, "Veres, you killed Peraschia?"

"So what?"

Dysberg's heart sank, and a sense of foreboding welled up from the depths of his heart.

"Why?"

Immediately after, the World Serpent uttered something that made Dysberg nearly paralyze.

"Because it just said the same thing to you. ”

So I decided to water the whole world with his blood. ”