Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 485: Full Filling

The sonorous words of the God of Death were suddenly drowned in a burst of ear-piercing roar.

Without warning, the ground began to tremble violently, and a black crack was expanding and spreading in the red sky.

At the same time, Xia Houyan also noticed that a round red magic circle flashed above the head of the corpse of the God of Death.

"This memory has begun to collapse due to the intense pain felt by the original owner. The words you just heard were the last words left by our respected Lord Death before he was sealed by the Supreme Holy God." Gao Ersa said briskly, "Now, let's leave this memory and go to a quieter place to talk..."

"Evil Thought" waved his hand lightly, and the red world quickly disappeared like fine sand in an hourglass. By the time Xia Houyan came to his senses again, the two of them had arrived at a green field full of flowers.

Xia Houyan knew clearly that this field of flowers was no longer the scene in the deathbed memory of the God of Death, but an environment created by the personality fragments of "Evil Thought" Golsa - or "Evil Thought" Golsa.

However, the shock that the memory of 1,200 years ago left on Xia Houyan still lingered in his heart.

First of all, it is not an ordinary thing to witness the death of a god, not to mention that the fallen god is the God of Death, Haiwen, who has a close relationship with Xia Houyan. Even though the latter has turned into a withered corpse, when he opens his mouth and speaks the holy words, the whole world is still quiet, the wind, rain and fog still stop for him, but Xia Houyan is just visiting this memory. , I couldn't help but feel the inexplicable urge to worship him.

However, even such a powerful god had to accept the cruel fate of defeat and destruction in the end, which made Xia Houyan feel as desolate as a rabbit dying and a fox dying.

Secondly, what shocked Xia Houyan even more was that he actually witnessed the Supreme Holy God from 1,200 years ago!

The Supreme Holy God, the supreme god worshiped by all human beings, has almost no records of manifestations in history. Xia Houyan’s only impression of Him comes from the sublime image on the stained glass paintings of the Imperial Capital Church, and It was just a missionary pamphlet that the merchants brought to Frost Maple Ridge with their convoy.

But for Haiwen Continent, this Supreme Holy God is too powerful and too important. It was He who sealed many evil gods in the "War of the Gods" and incorporated various elemental gods into the pantheon, thus establishing the elemental order of the entire continent.

Humans, who were originally just an inconspicuous slave race in the great elven empire, relied entirely on the help and protection of the Supreme Holy God to break away from the elven rule and establish an independent country, becoming one of the three major hegemons in the mainland.

Therefore, even if the ruling order of the entire human empire is based on the belief and identification with the Supreme Holy God, it is not an exaggeration at all - after all, no matter how corrupt the current Supreme Church is, those poor imperial civilians will still The Supreme Holy Spirit became the great protector and savior.

However, after seeing the Supreme Holy God with his own eyes, Xia Houyan felt a little strange.

That vague black human figure with golden shadows all over the sky, but couldn't see clearly when he got close, was actually the Supreme Holy God who had just won the "War of the Gods" twelve hundred years ago - this fact is really true. A bit disappointing. In Xia Houyan's imagination, the Supreme Holy God should look like the one in the church paintings, a serious old man wearing a white robe, holding a giant sword of judgment, and a golden halo above his head.

Golsa looked at Xia Houyan who was deep in thought with great interest and patiently said nothing.

It wasn't until the Lord of Frost Maple Ridge raised his head again that he said cheerfully:

"The Imperial people of your time don't know much about the 'War of the Gods', right?"

Although Xia Houyan has experienced hundreds of battles, he can't help but blush at this moment: Logically speaking, history is a compulsory course for an empire lord or a magician, but he was born in a school city and now rules the empire. , I am afraid that the historical knowledge is not as much as that of a magic apprentice who has just started.

"All I know is that the 'War of the Gods' was a great melee that took place in the ancient times among many gods in the Haiwen Continent, and the final winner was the Supreme Holy God."

Gorsa nodded and said with emotion:

"Your knowledge does end here. Sometimes history is really illusory, isn't it? Things that have clearly happened before can be forgotten, changed, and ultimately changed beyond recognition..."

Xia Houyan felt the same way about this: Catalina had just written to him a few days ago to tell him that Dongbingku was now organizing the compilation of a history book on the Land of Soul Splitting, and she also enclosed a draft with the letter.

It wasn't until he read the draft of this history book that Xia Houyan knew for the first time what else had happened in history: "A stone was dug out from the Soul-Splitting Land, and the prophecy of 'The goshawk will rule' was engraved on it." This code was used to give Things that add legitimacy to the Igor family's rule.

In this sense, history is indeed a little girl who can be dressed up as she pleases.

"Evil thoughts" Golsa smiled and said:

"But, the history you humans have is basically consistent with the facts, but it's just missing some key details."

"Details?" Xia Houyan glared at the God of War apostle in front of him, "What details?"

"Those are the details that only those who have witnessed the 'War of the Gods' know, and I am one of them." Gorsa blinked.

Xia Houyan suddenly realized something and said loudly:

"Wait! You mean you also participated in the war of the gods! And you are the apostle of the God of War! So the God of War did not stay out of the war of the gods! The God of War, you, and several other apostles were all present !”

He realized with excitement that he might have unintentionally solved an eternal mystery that has plagued the history of Haiwen: that is why, as the patron saint of the orcs and the powerful God of War, there has never been any historical data related to the War of the Gods. No records were left in it, as if the dispute engulfing the Haiwen God Realm had nothing to do with it.

And according to Golsa, the God of War obviously could not escape the influence of this divine catastrophe——

"But..." Xia Houyan was horrified, "But the God of War is dead..."

"My teacher Edwin, who you and the orcs call the God of War, died in the 'War of the Gods' and was killed by your supreme holy god himself." Golsa's tone was very special. So calm that the turbulent emotions in his heart were almost undetectable, "...your Supreme Holy God did not 'only attack the evil gods' in the battle of the gods as in the legend - unless you think Teacher Edwin It’s also an evil god, so I have nothing to say.”

Xia Houyan suddenly realized.

Back in the Blood Temple in Bloodthorn City, he had doubted more than once. If the God of War had been killed, then how powerful could he be to kill a true god who held the power of war? Altar?

Now it seems that the answer to this question is so simple: it is the Supreme Holy God. Who else could it be besides the Supreme Holy God, whose divine power reaches the heavens and the earth, and who looks down upon the gods?

"But..." Xia Houyan pinched his chin and murmured, "...but the strange thing is that although the God of War is dead, his divine power does not seem to have died... Until now, the shamans of the Federation Orcs can still sing A war song..."

Gorsa winked at him: "It's indeed strange. There are still a lot of truths waiting for you to discover, isn't there?"

"Where am I going to dig it up!" Xia Houyan couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry, his mind was in a mess - he just wanted to be a peaceful lord who ruled the wasteland, but he didn't expect that he had accidentally come into contact with a bunch of secrets about the gods of Haiwen. !

"Of course it's Thorn City, where else could it be?" Gorsa smiled, "Go to Thorn City. The answer is waiting for you."

Xia Houyan's heart trembled: This is the second person in the past few days who has asked him to go to Thorn City.

The last one was the captured Federation Commander Dalton Wakema.

"Anyway, that's all a matter for the future." Gorsa said with a smile, "Now, there are still serious things to do."

Gorza's smile was a little sinister. Xia Houyan suddenly became alert:

"What's the matter?"

"Test." Gorsa spoke concisely, "The broken head of the God of Death is an important object imbued with divine power and will be of great use in the future. I can't let just any cat or dog pick it up. The current skull of the God of Death is , In addition to that memory, it also contains a trace of the divine power left by the God of Death - it is said to be just a trace, but to you mortals, it is already an extremely vast and majestic energy. "

"So..." Xia Houyan watched Gao Ersa's movements warily, ready to run away at any time.

"...So, I will infuse this trace of divine power into your body. If you can bear it, not only will you be able to take the opportunity to advance, but I will also complete the task. You will take away the Death's Head. If you can't bear it, Well...hehe." Gorsa's smile suddenly became treacherous, "You don't think you are the first treasure hunter to come here and interview me in these hundreds of years, do you? , six of them died, and although the other one failed to pass the test, he had good strength and escaped by chance. "

"Who is that one?" Xia Houyan gritted his teeth and asked.

"What's the name of Ferenc? He seems to be a holy mage." Gorza shrugged.

Xia Houyan was dumbfounded.

"Don't think about running away, this is my domain. Just wait and receive the infusion of divine power - if a young man has some confidence, you may not die." Gorsa rubbed his hands eagerly, "Before you die - uh , before the test, do you have any questions?”

"Yes." Xia Houyan clenched his fists, "The God of War Edwin is your teacher, right? Why did you betray Him? "Evil thoughts"?"

Gorsa was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his hand:

"That's the wrong question."

……

Xia Houyan stared at the skull in his hand and came to his senses.

"It's already eleven o'clock and you're still not sleeping?" Isa Sandria hugged his neck from behind, "Why do you seem so restless since you came back from the Hesse Mire?"

"It's okay..." Xia Houyan lowered his head and kissed Isabel's jade-like arm, then put the Death's Skull in his hand back into the drawer, "I was thinking about something."

"Go to sleep..." Isa Sandria lowered her head and rubbed her fiancé's cheek like a kitten.

Xia Houyan couldn't tell whether what Isa was looking forward to was going to bed or exercising before going to bed.

Having just experienced the magical experience of the Hesse Mire and witnessing the death of the gods 1,200 years ago, returning to the gentle hometown of Neuschwanstein Castle seemed to fall back into the mortal world full of trivial matters. The official felt very strange.

"The fighting on the Blood Front is about to get tense, and Swan Castle is also preparing to send troops to participate in the cleanup work." He patted his fiancée on the head, "Isa, you are really not safe here. Listen to me, and return to the Crystal Canyon." On the other hand, or go directly to Yongri City to accompany Queen Anya to do needlework or something..."

"I don't want to stay with that elf little hoof!" Countess of St. Mark's Land raised her eyebrows. "She stole my husband!"

"...Then go to the Burning Crystal Canyon." Xia Houyan said, "You are a girl with no fighting ability at all. What are you doing at the front line of the battlefield?"

"If I don't watch here, who knows how many girls you will hook up with!" Isa Sandria pinched the waist of an unscrupulous lord, "Besides, what danger is there to me? You are not Are you a senior mage? You can’t even protect your own woman, right?”

"That's what I said..." Xia Houyan said weakly.

"Don't forget, the Stigmata is south of Thorn City. The Stigmata is my territory." Isa Sandria stared at her fiancé steadily, "Remember? Elliot Igor, You promised me that you would take back the Stigma Land and give it to me! I want to see my fiancé and my hero do all this with my own eyes!”

Isa's eyes were so determined that Xiahou, a senior official who had faced countless powerful enemies in his life, was a little shocked at this moment.

Then, he twisted around and pressed Isa to the floor.

"There is a fee for letting me help you get the territory..." Duke Frost Maple Ridge panted, "I just let a fool fill it up with magic power in the Hesse Mire a few days ago, and now I'm not happy... "

"Then let's vent in a proud manner, my hero." Isa Sandria chuckled, "Let me see how full you can be..."