One by one, the people of your City widened their eyes, unwilling to admit the fact that the 'Goddess of the Jungle' was dead.

Because once recognized, then the people who become 'living sacrifices' have no value in their sacrifices, and they will become perpetrators of harm simply for the sake of doing harm.

There is no value, no meaning, both for those who died and for those who survived.

Therefore, almost at the time of the first suggestion that this was a hoax, all the people of your subconsciously agreed... Or rather, self-deception.

But even so, they didn't dare to point the finger at Fujimaru Rika and others.

There is no invective, no blame, just a refusal to accept reality.

Humble, ridiculous, pitiful and lamentable.

However, the fact that your people do not stir up disputes does not mean that they can be forgiven.

"Living sacrifices. What do you say? A living sacrifice?! Wouldn't you be ashamed to survive by treating your companions as living sacrifices, and what difference are you doing with those monsters?! Matthew stepped forward in vain, looking extremely excited, his voice filled with sadness and anger.

In Matthew's view, all life is very, very precious, even extravagant.

"You who protect yourself in this way can really be regarded as ······"

In short, on the topic of esotericism, or 'What is the existence and meaning of life?' Matthew himself was ignorant and couldn't explain why. But her subconscious has realized that human life does not exist just to live, and although survival is a human instinct, it must not be done in a worthless and meaningless way.

Perhaps the meaning of human birth is innate intellect.

The people of your, on the other hand, did not fight for it, and in order to survive, they offered their companions as 'living sacrifices' to the goddess, relying only on the sacrifices of others, and undoubtedly abandoned their intellect and dignity as human beings.

"Matthew, I know you're angry, you're the most qualified person here, but for now, don't say it." Altaïr stepped forward suddenly.

Accountability without purpose will not be effective.

She smiled inexplicably: "We are not people who live in the city of your, and we have not shared their weal and woe, so we can't judge whether their way of life is good or bad." Relying on the sacrifice of their companions to live in fear day by day, and finally dying in silence, whether it should be or not, as the parties concerned, they naturally know in their hearts. ”

These words obviously had other meanings, but they also came from Altair's heart.

If she really thinks so, she doesn't blame these 400 yours.

The catastrophe in Mesopotania was so pure that it was enough for people to think about how to survive.

What happened in Adnoa was more cruel and complicated, all kinds of things happened, and no matter how much ethics and morality were trampled on, Altaïr had also witnessed and experienced it himself.

Just to survive by any means, Altaïr will not despise it, nor will it be despised or despised it.

However, that doesn't mean it's not disgusting.

"But ah, if they knew that the so-called goddess of the jungle was a good goddess, and that she ruled over your and demanded 'living sacrifices' in order to establish faith as quickly as possible. If those people had not died, nor had they been treated cruelly, but had gone on living in a different place, the princes of your would not have been able to enjoy themselves as they are now. ”

The ritual of establishing faith is accomplished through the influence of people on the gods and the emotions they develop towards them, and then the rewards given by the gods.

It doesn't matter what kind of feelings people have toward God.

Fear, on the other hand, is the quickest and easiest emotion to generate.

"As a good god, the 'Goddess of the Jungle' naturally does not kill the 'living sacrifice'. In other words, those who were sent to Eridu were still thinking, and in this way, the problem arose. What do they think of you, who have given themselves out as a sacrifice to live in peace in your? ”

His words are heart-wrenching.

The people who were still grieving or praying a moment ago, deceiving themselves, heard Altair's words, their bodies suddenly froze, and their faces appeared with horror.

The most terrible thing is often not the deceased, but the living who should be dead but are still alive, silently holding a grudge and curse somewhere.

It was with this reason that the psychological defense line of the 400 yours was instantly broken.

No one spoke against it, but all trembled like lambs to the slaughter.

I believe that the current people of your will agree to all reasonable and even unreasonable demands.

"Oh~ It's really cruel, obviously I've tried my best to avoid such topics." Merlin smiled helplessly.

To be honest, it would be great to weave a story from what Altaïr had just done, but such a bad taste meant nothing to Merlin, it was a bad story.

"I'm very tactful."

"Altair, I also think you just ... It's a bit excessive. Fujimaru Rika sighed.

"But you have to admit that this is a solution to the trouble, and it is very convenient, at least the current your will obediently listen to us, and besides, even if they are treated gently, they will not go to the battlefield to defend against the demonic beasts when they arrive in Uruk." Altaïr snorted coldly.

If it is clear that those 'living sacrifices' who stayed in Elidu, who were once their relatives and friends, and were finally killed by the dragon, must have cursed and abused these living people with the most vicious words, the people of your city are afraid that they will not collapse directly, even if they go crazy.

And now, at least let these yours, who are no longer of value to the times, not continue to cause trouble for Fujimaru Rika and other people who are in action, and the problem has been solved to a large extent.

To put it mildly, these people are not Altair's people or people, and she has no need to help, let alone take care of them.

What does the life or death of a stranger have to do with her Altair?

"Alright, get ready." With that, Altaïr ignored it and said to the people of your with a grim face: "You must have noticed that the forest and vines around your are gradually withering, which is proof that the goddess of the jungle has left. Don't fool yourself, your is no longer safe, there is no goddess to protect you, accept the reality that you will not be able to escape the crisis that has engulfed all of Mesopotania in any way. ”

Immediately there was a lament below.

When the atmosphere was sufficient, Altaïr spoke loudly again.

"Listen! You have no way to escape, and in another place, no one will choose to save you. for you have given up on yourselves and are hopeless. But today, congratulations, you are very lucky, the king of Uruk, even to worthless people like you, will still treat and save equally. ”

The sound of discussion came from behind, from below.

Altaïr ignored it and continued.

"What? Is it hard to hear? Heh~ It's just a sarcasm of words, what is it compared to life? We are messengers on behalf of King Gilgamesh, not those who destroy your hopes, nor those who deprive you of your life, but those who help you, and your only hope, if you want to live, follow me, just like giving up your companions, in order to survive, if you can do anything, choose to trust me completely, because this is the only choice to live. ”