Chapter 181 Holy Spirit
".You guessed right."
Ryan smiled helplessly. He really didn't expect that Themis not only guessed the answer at once, but also gave such a reason.
But it's understandable if you think about it. Among Chaos' gods, Kronos and Themis are the ones he deals with the most. It is from them that Ryan often hears more realistic evaluations of himself, rather than like Lyanna, who thinks that everything he does is right.
For example, when Kronos pointed out the "arrogance", Ryan felt that he was more or less alert at that time.
"It seems that Kronos is doing well after his abdication, at least not like our father."
Nodding, Themis looked at the humans on earth, especially the two guys who claimed to be priests of the Temple of Law but had little faith in her, and suddenly asked,
"Ordinary people don't know why the gods give them protection, so they will be shaken by that person's words. I can understand this. But now it seems that these priests know."
"I have never asked them to worship me, so I don't care whether they believe in me or not. At most, because of their behavior, I will destroy all the temples built for me by humans from today on, and forbid these so-called priests to act in my name again. But my nephew is different."
"They clearly know how important God is to faith, and they even argued with that non-believer just now. If they know the pros and cons, why don't they believe in God?"
Themis really couldn't understand this, or rather, few of the current Chaos gods understood it.
They are already in the exploratory stage of their faith, otherwise there wouldn't be such a blessing to mankind that is almost clearly priced.
This is the original state of faith. Without one or two failures, the gods would not understand how to make mortals believe in them to the greatest extent. However, these one or two failures cost the gods time and mortals life.
In the future it might be the lives of a few, but now it's everyone.
"Because this is human nature, Themis. Fear and awe come from the unknown, and desire comes from not having it. Longing is the farthest thing from the truth, but conversely, it is the closest to faith."
"That's why the priests would rather be silenced by Mephistopheles than admit that 'God created humans for mortals to believe in'. Because they can see from themselves that if everyone knew the truth, they would not be more devout in their faith in the gods, but would be like them, no matter how pious they are, they could not cover up the shallowness of their inner faith."
"After all, faith is not something you can just believe by saying 'I want to believe, I should believe'. People can deceive others, but they cannot deceive themselves."
He shook his head slightly. This was the importance of the humanistic priesthood. However, Ryan's keen sense of fate gave him a premonition that it might not take long for the God King to notice all this.
Of course, this is not the reason why he appeared here today. In fact, Ryan has been a little uneasy recently.
This might be the feedback from the spiritual origin, or it might be a sign from the power of destiny. In short, something unexpected happened. He initially thought that it was the core of the next era, and some special changes had occurred among humans, but now it seems that the problem is not here.
If it's not here, then it can only be in
"What are you thinking about?"
As if she had noticed Ryan's change of mood, Themis turned around and asked.
"nothing."
Ryan didn't plan to say much before the result came out, so he just smiled and responded:
"I plan to go to the sea soon and visit your brother by the way."
"My brother. Do you mean Oceanus?"
"Yes, it's him."
Nodding, Ryan responded softly.
He did intend to go see this ocean god, even if it was just on the way, after all, that was more or less the other party's doorstep.
The main body of Chaos's appearance in the world, the River of the World, surrounds the ocean, and the ocean surrounds the earth. At the end of the east, the Ocean Lord who was severely injured a hundred years ago stayed in his own temple, and no one knew what his current situation was.
But Ryan was going to a more distant place.
He had already made up his mind, and he would go there in person soon. But he was a little hesitant about whether he should find a helper to go with him.
After all, no matter what is there, it cannot be something simple if it can give him such a strong yet vague premonition.
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At this time, while the two gods in the sky were conversing, on the earth, the flames from the sky had completely covered Mephisto's entire body.
His face was a little unclear, but everyone knew that in the center of the fire, he must still be smiling and looking at everyone like he did at the beginning.
The atmosphere at the scene was somewhat depressing, and Devers could sense the doubt in the eyes cast upon him. Ordinary humans did not dare to question God, but that did not mean they did not dare to question him. But having come this far, he could no longer turn back.
"The result of the trial is obvious. Obviously, God has proved right and wrong with actual results. Mephistopheles' words are nothing but ridiculous lies."
Devers tried to sound righteous, but the crowd ignored his performance. They just watched the burning viaduct in silence.
Even those who didn't approve of Mephisto just watched silently. If the other party was howling and screaming in the flames, or begging for mercy, they would still feel a little bit of victory. But now, they just felt confused.
Is what the priest did really right?
"Keen, do you think what he said makes sense?"
Standing on the boulder, Evans no longer had the look of anticipation he had at the beginning. He didn't know who was right or wrong, but he felt that the goddess Hestia in his heart would not burn the unbelievers at the stake like this.
If the goddess would not do this, then the one who is wrong is the person who carried out all this.
"Right and wrong are relative, and that's one of the few things I've learned over the years."
Standing aside, Cohen said slowly:
"If, for you, the flames before your eyes, whether or not they were directed by God, have not changed your faith in God, then what he said is unreasonable. After all, you have proved with your actions that your faith in God has nothing to do with what kind of God she is."
"What if I feel that this is not God's will, but the personal thoughts of these priests?"
Watching everything on the stage, Evans finally felt that the goddess would not do this. She must be kind and gentle, just like the Creator said, and be tolerant of all the weak.
If this was really what the goddess meant, he felt that he could not accept this reality.
"That proves that one of the words of the unbeliever is true for you."
"At least you believe in the goddess because you agree with her thoughts and actions, not because of the blessing she bestows on you."
Cohen responded calmly, but his mood was a bit complicated. Unlike Evans, he knew how terrifying Mephisto was. Since this flame with a hint of divine aura was useless to him, it would not make any difference to this dangerous man.
But the other party's words did touch Cohen a lot. At least one thing Cohen felt was right, that is, faith is a spiritual conversion, not just gratitude.
In the past, the golden humans believed in God in this way. They believed that God was perfect and omnipotent, and that all the good things in the world could be given to God. Because God was so perfect, they believed in God devoutly and did their best to get closer to God.
That is why when Cohen discovered that there was such a huge gap between the real God and the God he imagined, he felt cheated. The disappearance of the golden human's body actually just triggered this suppressed emotion.
"What is that?!"
"——Keen, look!"
"Um?"
Awakened from his memories by Evans' shouting, Cohen looked in the direction of the voice. On the platform, Devers was still making useless speeches, trying to redeem his image; the flames were still burning, and thick smoke was billowing into the sky.
But right at the center of the flame, behind Devers, a ball of golden light suddenly appeared. It grew from small to large, from weak to strong, and enveloped an illusory figure, slowly rising into the sky.
"That is——"
"No, it's just an illusion."
Almost instantly, Cohen saw through Jin Guang's true identity, but among the mortals present, he was the only one who could truly see through the truth.
The crowd was already boiling with excitement at this moment. They all knew that the Creator had told them about the three eras of mankind. The golden humans ascended to heaven because of their noble character, while the silver humans were buried underground because of their disrespect for God.
And now, right before their eyes, the legendary myth was being played out.
"impossible!"
Because of the crowd's movement, Devers couldn't help but turn his head. Looking at everything in front of him, he could hardly believe that the legendary ascended heroic spirit was actually in front of him, and he was the culprit who killed this noble man.
The most terrifying thing is that since Mephistopheles has ascended to heaven, does that mean that God is about to descend to the earth?
". Prepare the car, I'm going to see High Priest Orson."
At this time, the crowd had already begun to move towards the platform. The Holy Spirit was ascending to heaven right before their eyes, and everyone felt that this was the will of the gods.
The priests on the platform had already retreated to the side, and after a brief moment of panic, Devers made a decision in an instant. He was going to go to the expanding Aurora City to meet his former friend, the current high priest Orson.
As one of the two students most trusted by the Creator, he is now the only one who can give Devers some comfort.
As for going directly to see the Creator, that was impossible. Devers was not brave enough to go see him now.
Chapter 182 God's Punishment is Coming
An extremely ridiculous "trial" that started and ended ridiculously, but the impact it caused was not limited to that.
Mephistopheles ascended to heaven in flames, and almost on the same day, all temples dedicated to the Goddess of Law collapsed throughout the bronze human race. When the humans who witnessed the trial returned to their original residences, everything about that day spread.
It was unbelievable that a debate on whether people should believe in God ended up with God's approval. But as more and more people came forward to describe what they saw and heard that day, people seemed to have no choice but to believe it.
After all, the ascension may be fake, but the collapsed temple is real.
However, just when all this was just brewing and was still limited to the vicinity of Giant Wood Town, a car frame, which was not common in this era, quickly drove into the residential area that had just been named "Aurora City".
After traveling day and night, the journey that should have taken seven days was completed in just three days. Devers was extremely tired at the moment. But he did not dare to stop for a moment, and quickly walked towards his friend's residence.
Just now on the road, he had heard about the collapse of the Temple of Law. He didn't know how things had developed and how the Creator would react to it.
Now, Devers just wanted to discuss with Orson how to deal with this matter before the news got to this side.
Or to be more precise, if the gods really want to punish mortals who deceived them, they have to find some way to get rid of them first.
"Get out of the way!"
Rushing aside the pedestrians who were blocking his way, Devers opened the door to Orson's residence. To his surprise, there was another person there.
That was Momon, the high priest who was in charge of the sacrifice to the God King together with Orson. It was normal for the other party to appear here, but at the moment, Devers didn't know whether he should let the other party know about this.
"Devers? Aren't you in Giant Wood?"
Looking at his old friend who pushed the door open, a hint of doubt appeared on Orson's no longer young face.
".We are in big trouble."
He took a deep breath, glanced at Momon who was also looking at him, hesitated for a moment, and then Devers spoke directly.
They are all priests, and on this point their interests should be consistent.
"You should have heard about the collapse of the Temple of Law."
"Do you know the reason?!"
His expression changed, and Orson asked hurriedly. He had been worried about this matter these days, and it was for this reason that he and Momon gathered here. However, looking at his old friend who seemed to know something at this time, an ominous premonition came to his mind.
"You mean——"
"We're going to be in big trouble."
After repeating it again, Devers forced himself to talk about the cause and effect of the incident.
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"So what you mean is that the collapse of the Temple of Law was probably caused by the fact that you borrowed the name of the goddess, which affected the judgment process. And the 'unbeliever' who was judged by you was promoted to a holy spirit in the end?"
Momen stood up, feeling somewhat unbelievable. As one of the people closest to the Creator, he knew this very well. The gods wanted humans to believe in them and bestowed various gifts on them. But now, someone told him that a non-believer was rewarded by the gods?
"It sounds incredible, but it seems understandable if you think about it. Have you ever thought that maybe the Goddess of Law and the God King are not gods from the same camp?"
"The Creator once said that at the turn of the era, when the two God Kings were fighting, the gods took sides one after another, but it seemed that the Goddess of Law did not stand on the side of the God King."
He was also a little surprised, but then he suppressed his fear. After a little thought, Orson slowly made a guess.
Because of the collapse of the temple, Prometheus let humans understand the reason themselves and set off for Olympus. He actually didn't think that this change was related to the bronze humans. The foresight thought that this was probably because the goddess of justice accidentally discovered their little trick and used it to express her indignation.
He was going to visit this lady. After all, as far as he could see, the goddess hadn't told the God King about all this yet, so there was still a chance to salvage everything.
"Don't worry, Devers, the Creator will take care of this matter. He has already gone to Olympus, and we are fine now, right?"
"Just go back and rest, you'll be fine."
Finally, Orson said this.
Devers was a little hesitant, but he really didn't know what he could do. Seeing Orson's confidence, he reluctantly suppressed his uneasiness and prepared to have a good rest.
However, what he didn't know was that as he watched Devers leave, Orson's face suddenly darkened.
He was not so naive. No matter how he looked at it, what the other party said seemed to foreshadow some kind of impending turmoil from the gods. Even if it was temporarily contained, it would only delay the time of occurrence.
Thinking of this, Orson couldn't help but curse Devers' stupidity. How could something like faith be discussed?
Sacred things should only be on the altar, not in people's hands.
".Momon, what do you think about this matter?"
After a long silence, Orson spoke up to break the silence. After so many years together, he knew that the other party was definitely not a guy like Devers.
"How else can I see it? Like you said, the Creator will solve the problem."
He said calmly, not knowing what Momon was thinking.
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"Yes, no matter what happens, the Creator will solve it all."
There was some emotion in his tone, and it sounded like a sigh. Orson's right hand unconsciously brushed across the corner of his eye, where some wrinkles had already appeared.
More than 20 years ago, he was so confident that he thought death was nothing and that he could face aging calmly. But when his body lost its strength, his thinking began to slow down, and his skin lost its luster, he no longer thought so.
He wanted to regain his youth and keep it forever. He prayed to the Creator for this, but to his disappointment, Prometheus rejected him this time.
After all, Orson was indeed his favorite student, but so were the other priests? If everyone came to him to ask for immortality, he would not be able to do it. But if he only gave a few exceptions, he would feel sorry for the rest.
Therefore, the forerunners tried their best to meet every reasonable demand of the people, except for eternal life.
"Then let us wait. The Creator will surely solve everything. I am a little tired, Momon."
"Then I won't bother you any more."
Nodding in understanding, Momon walked out the door without changing his expression.
He looked at the sky, but unfortunately, he could not see the setting sun or the rising moon.
Because on this day, the Aurora Plain was covered with clouds, and it looked like a heavy rain was about to fall.
".What would you do?"
After knowing each other for many years, Momon knew Orson better than anyone else. He did believe in the Creator, but he believed in himself more, and Prometheus had said more than once that he was not powerful among the gods.
Even if the matter of the Goddess of Law was covered up, could humans continue to deceive God? Even if they found a way to stop the spread of the unbelievers' words, everything would happen again.
"I originally thought that our generation might not live to see the day of God's punishment. No, others might not live to see it, but I don't want to die yet."
"Oh, Creator, I am willing to give you everything, everything I have, except the life you gave me. But you are an immortal god, I don't think you can understand our thoughts."
Sighing, no one knew how shocked he was when he heard the name 'Mephisto' from Devers' mouth. The memory that had been forgotten for decades resurfaced in his mind.
The difference from before is that, like Orson, he is no longer young.
I would like to state in advance that the "fire" taken away by the God King is actually a symbol in this article, not just a flame. As for the previous question about faith, the bronze human priests are not saints, and the devil is not Socrates. The gods in the eyes of priests and ordinary people are also different. This is not a real debate, and I don't intend to write about the two sides' fierce words and the winner. If I really want to write that kind of serious debate, I will definitely refer to the real historical events for modification, and I have seen those. That's all.
Chapter 183: Extinguished 'Fire'
In the western part of Aurora City, a non-core residential area.
"Mr. Ryan, have you heard that just three days ago, the temple of the Goddess of Law collapsed?"
Ander hurried into Ryan's yard with an anxious look on his face. He had stayed at home for the past two days and had not gone out. He did not expect to hear about this kind of thing as soon as he came out.
Studying drama with Ryan over the years has also allowed Ander to learn a lot of history that ordinary people don't know, as well as the true power of the gods.
The temple of the gods collapsed. Does this mean that they are dissatisfied with humans? He came eagerly to seek Ryan, who was always knowledgeable and seemed to know everything, but when he walked into the courtyard, there was no one here.
There was a layer of dust on the table, and it looked like it had been there for two days. There was nothing else on it except a beautifully crafted puppet.
"Mr. Ryan?"
Still no response. The door of the house was open, but there was nothing inside, even Ryan's usual things were gone. Everything seemed to indicate that he had left here, and it didn't seem like a short absence.
In an instant, a huge sense of loss surged into Ander's heart. In fact, he had expected what happened today, but when it really happened, he was a little at a loss.
Ryan had mentioned more than once that he would leave here one day. But in the past, Ender thought that day was far away, but he didn't expect it would be today.
".It's probably because of the collapse of the temple. Mr. Ryan is a priest after all."
Sighing, Ender looked at the puppet on the table.
This might be the gift Mr. Ryan left for him. He had mentioned this before, saying that he would leave Ander a "gift beyond your imagination" before he left.
Ander was silent for a while, then he gently held the puppet and turned to leave.
Whatever it was, it was something left by the elders who had taught Ander for decades, and he would definitely treasure it. But the next moment, Ander froze in place.
When the puppet touched his palm, an invisible "lock" seemed to be unlocked. In the past, it locked all the "abnormalities" about Ryan, and everyone subconsciously ignored them under the influence of this power, but from this moment on, it no longer worked for Ender.
Along with it came a message about the puppet.
"This is--"
With his eyes wide open, Ander looked at the "toy" in his hand. Just now, based on what he learned from the message, he knew the secrets contained in the puppet in front of him, which was indeed beyond his imagination.
He didn't know whether the message was true or not, but if it was true...
"Huh - Ender, don't be impatient."
"Your mental strength is not strong enough. According to the information, even if you can use external objects, you must first reach the realm of 'Legend'."
Taking a deep breath, Ander said to himself.
Over the years, in order to multitask and manipulate the puppets, Ander learned the method of meditation. However, as a mortal, he was far from being able to break through the barrier in a short time like a being who was essentially a god, and the meditation he learned was really just meditation, without any other knowledge related to the mysticism.
If the realm before legend is divided into four stages, he has now reached the pinnacle of the third stage, and is still a long way from the extraordinary realm.
Ender didn't care much about strength before, but now it's different.
"Mr. Ryan - no, His Highness Ryan is actually a god."
Talking to himself, Ander knew that his teacher, whom he had never acknowledged, was probably not only a god, but also a god more powerful than the Creator. After all, Prometheus once said that the boundary between mortals and gods cannot be broken.
But now it seems that this is just because the Creator is not powerful enough.
Holding the puppet tightly, Ander's excitement slowly calmed down. After so many years, even though he had seen many not-so-good things in the human world, he still retained the kindness in his heart.
Therefore, although he had gained a huge benefit, he was still worried about the collapse of the temple.
After all, this may represent God's dissatisfaction with mankind, and although he has something in his hand, it is only the future.
"Let's go ask the priests we are familiar with first. They should know something."
After making the decision, Ander walked out of Ryan's yard. He stepped over the threshold and looked at the sky. He had to admit that the weather today was a bit strange.
The dark clouds in the sky seemed to be pressing down, and silver snakes were dancing in them. Especially in the core of Aurora City, the clouds there were particularly thick.
An invisible feeling of oppression loomed in his heart. Ander shook his head to drive away the feeling.
After all, it was the safest place for the human tribe. Although he had never been there in person, Ander knew very well what was there.
There is the abode of the Creator and the temple of the God-King.
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The sky had darkened, the dark clouds were gathering, and there were no pedestrians on the road. In this weather that looked like it was going to rain heavily, no one wanted to go out.
Sporadic firelight scattered in the quiet human tribe at the moment, bringing a little light to the pitch-black night. Not long after Momon left, Orson covered himself with a layer of black clothes and walked out of his room silently.
Standing on the street, Orson looked back. This was the wooden house he had lived in for decades, and it was built by the Creator together with him.
At that time, this was used as an example to demonstrate to other humans. Prometheus used it to teach them how to build houses, and Orson has always been proud to live here.
But he probably won't have the chance to live there again in the future.
"But there's nothing we can do about it."
Orson sighed and felt a little nostalgic.
"You are not the strongest god, nor can you plan everything for the best. I am grateful that you created me, but that is not a reason for me to die with you."
"No - I'm the only one who will die, not you!"
The voice was very gentle at first, as if he was trying to convince himself, but then it became a gnashing of teeth. I don't know when it started, but Orson felt that he was becoming more and more envious of the gods. To the point of being envious and resentful.
Eternal life, immortality, power, appearance, they are so similar to humans, even Orson doesn't think there is any difference between the two. If you must say, it's just that the gods are better.
After all, they have been gods since the day they were born.
"call--"
"This is why faith cannot be discussed."
"Some idiots just can't understand this truth."
Restraining his turbulent emotions, Orson smiled at himself.
Look, he is the proof. He is the one who has received the most and greatest blessings from God among all human beings, but he is the one who least believes in God.
In the past, he enjoyed fooling the gods. Now, he wants to betray his maker.
Sometimes Orson feels that he is indeed despicable, but there is nothing he can do. This is the reality and this is the world. As long as you have value, you can live a good life. On the contrary, whether you are noble or despicable is not that important.
Just like him now, isn't he the high priest standing at the pinnacle of bronze humans?
But now it's time to change. In the past, his "intelligence" was his value to the Creator, different from other humans. Now, it's time to show his value to other gods.
Of course, the premise of all this is that the other party must be able to give him what he wants.
"It's about time."
Clenching his fists and reaffirming his thoughts, Orson walked towards the core of the tribe.
The dark clouds in the sky were getting thicker and thicker, making the air seem a little oppressive. Perhaps it was the calm before the rain, there was no sign of wind along the way. With the light from the houses on both sides of the road, Orson's eyes, which were no longer bright, could barely recognize the road.
He had walked this road many times before, but this time he was walking particularly slowly. The further he went, the brighter the surroundings became, because this was the core of Aurora.
Here, the sacred fire for offering sacrifices to the gods is fueled by animal fats and is kept burning all year round. Even at night or on rainy nights, there are people watching over it all the time to prevent it from going out.
"The high priest."
"Um."
"Mr. Orson."
"good."
"The high priest."
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Gradually, Orson met some acquaintances on the road, and he nodded and greeted them one by one.
As the most important temple of God, it would naturally not be left unattended at night. Although the people in charge of guarding the temple were somewhat puzzled about Orson's coming late at night, they did not think much about it.
After all, the other party is the high priest, and the temple of the goddess of law collapsed a few days ago. It doesn't seem strange that Orson came to pray to the gods.
Walking forward, Orson slowly came to the temple where he had worked for many years. Looking up, even at night, this tall and majestic temple was still solemn and dignified, and it was also emitting a slight luster, which was caused by the divine power of the statue.
Here, the fusion of the power of faith, divinity, and elements seemed to produce some kind of miraculous reaction, and vaguely gave birth to a power that was similar to divine power, but much weaker and not suppressed by the laws of the world.
If Orson came from hundreds of years later, he might be able to tell that every inch of this temple has been "sanctified". It has some extraordinary properties that can curb some things that contain negative energy.
At the same time, the spirits' ability to "pass through walls" without regard to entities would not work here, and they would be blocked out like physical life. Even the corresponding surface spirit world seemed different from other places.
"The high priest."
Seeing Orson, the two young men guarding the gate greeted him in unison.
"Okay, don't bother with me. I'll go in through the side door."
Waving his hand to stop the young man from opening the main door, Orson thought for a moment, then turned around and warned:
"In a moment, I will use the method taught by the Creator to communicate with God and try to resolve the issue of the collapse of the Goddess Temple. No one should disturb me. Remember, I am talking about anyone!"
"Yes, High Priest."
The young man responded respectfully.
"very good."
Nodding, Orson no longer hesitated. He walked around to the side and entered the temple through the small door that people usually used to visit the graves.
He pushed open the small door and then closed it carefully after entering. The hall was very empty, making the sound of footsteps and the opening and closing of the door particularly clear. Orson did not turn on the lights, he just walked in with the weak light from the skylight.
Soon, when he came to the innermost part of the hall, Orson looked up and stared at the tall statue in front of him, lost in thought.
In the past, he had offered sacrifices to the God-King here countless times, and had performed similar acts in other temples, but each time he prayed for things that were of no importance to him personally.
He wanted eternal life and power, but the gods did not promise this to mortals. Some of them gave him fire, some calmed the storms, and some made crops grow, but none of them was willing to give mortals life.
"You are the only exception, the respected Lord of Thunder, the King of Gods."
"You are the only one who understands our wishes. There is little in the world that you cannot give us. You did not define the scope of the reward, but you gave us the hope of obtaining everything."
With hope and praise, as he had every time before, Orson recited aloud the poem describing the God-King.
Now, it's time for him to show his worth to the God King.
"Zeus, great and glorious, immortal Zeus!
We pray to you and offer you proof of our reward!
From your head, supreme ruler, divine things are revealed:
the Mother Earth, the shores of the roaring mountains, the sea, and all the stars that are arrayed in the sky.
Great Zeus, son of Cronus, the lord who holds lightning in his hand and descends to the world!
You are the source of everything, the beginning and the end of all things!
O Shaker of the World, the Beginning of Growth and Purification!
The King of All Gods who controls lightning, thunder, and thunderbolt!
Great Father Zeus, please listen to me:
Your most loyal servant begs you to grant me eternal life, a noble status, and the power to serve you! "
When the poem paused, Orson felt, as always, the gaze of God upon him.
Recently, due to the frequent sacrifices, the gods have not paid much attention to the sacrifices of mortals. But the call in the middle of the night still attracted the attention of the king of gods.
After all, this was the first midnight sacrifice, and he intended to listen to what this mortal was going to say and why he dared to pray to him for eternal life, status and power.
So after feeling the gaze of the God King, Orson prostrated himself on the ground, his heart pounding, but he looked devout and fanatical.
He began to tell the story of how he revered the gods, the position of the Creator among humans, and how Prometheus intended to deceive the gods.
He was reluctant to go along with him at first, but the Creator's reputation among humans was so great and the difference in their power was so obvious that until today, when the despicable son of Iapetus finally offended the Goddess of Law because of his rampant behavior, he finally had the opportunity to tell the God King about what had happened.
Finally, kneeling on the ground, Orson said loudly:
"Supreme King of the Gods, as you promised:
there is little in this world that you cannot give me. The secret I brought to you proves my piety to you, and please grant me eternal life as promised."
Orson is full of confidence because this has always been the case in the past.
The gods were far away in Olympus, and they could not tell whether a person was pious or not. Since they used sacrifices to measure faith, the secret he offered was the most solemn sacrifice in the world.
The faint light coming from the skylight shone on Orson's prostrate figure, and also illuminated Zeus standing behind him.
Someone prayed to him, and he listened; the other party longed for him to come, and he came. The king of gods demonstrated his power in the world, and the laws were rushing towards him, but this could not hide the anger in Zeus' heart at the moment.
He looked around slowly with a blank expression. The magnificent palace looked solemn and majestic, but at this moment it seemed a little ironic. After all, all this was just for deception.
Finally, Zeus looked at Orson who was kneeling in front of him. In any case, as the king of gods, he should be clear about rewards and punishments.
He knew that this guy was not loyal, but he was still somewhat useful. The God King secretly decided that as long as this mortal had a little faith in him, he would grant him eternal life and use his existence to spread the God King's kindness and prestige among the new humans in the future.
But after sensing for a long time, the result surprised him greatly. Until this moment, the high priest kneeling on the ground had not noticed anything that had happened. He was expecting the blessing of the gods, but no matter how the king of gods looked at him, he could not see a trace of faith in him.
All he could see was this lowly mortal's faith in himself.
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"Pious."
"Oh, I understand. It seems that I was wrong before. We were all wrong. So this is what faith is."
With a sneer, Orson turned into charcoal without knowing it as the thunder passed by. The invisible force acted on his body, and he would always remain in the current state, crawling in the center of the temple.
Looking through the wall, at the increasingly prosperous human city blessed by the gods, the anger of the God King grew more and more violent. He wanted to destroy these pitiful lives, even though most of them knew nothing about it. Lightning gathered in the sky, as if it would fall to the earth in the next moment, but the next moment, he stopped his actions.
Not only because Zeus regained some sanity, but also because he had a better idea.
Humanity can be destroyed at any time, but there may only be this one chance to deal with Prometheus. If there is a next generation of humans, they don't want to see this foresighted man who likes to be with humans anymore. His existence itself is the biggest obstacle and competitor for the gods to gain faith.
So Zeus wanted to give Prometheus a chance to be more thorough in his disobedience to the gods, if he really loved the humans he created as much as he appeared to love them.
So the God King stopped resisting the suppression of the laws of the world, and the incarnation that descended from the air was instantly annihilated, even affecting his original body. But at the same time, accompanied by a thunder, the God King's decree took effect.
At this moment, the sound, with the temple as the core and the sacred mountain as the core, resounded in the ears of all people and gods. Whether they were asleep or awake, on the ground or in the sky, they all heard Zeus's indifferent voice in the thunder, the cause and effect of everything, and the brief judgment of the king of gods:
"From today on—"
"Take away the 'fire' given to mankind."