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Chapter 415 Godslayer Herbert (5K views, please subscribe!)
In his final moments, the God of Assassination left behind only a title as his last words, in addition to a curse.

【God Killer】

A taboo title that has not appeared in the world for a long time.

This dangerous title represents many things—they are heroes among mortals, and enemies of the gods.

Killing God.

This word, deliberately buried in history, carries the most resolute resistance of mortals against the rule of gods, and bears a terrifying weight sufficient to overthrow divine authority.

It is not only the highest honor for mortals, but it would also deeply sting the nerves of the gods.

From one perspective, this dangerous title is like the Sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of the gods.

It symbolizes both the pinnacle of glory that mortals can reach and a poisoned dagger that plunges straight into the dignity of the gods.

It is both an honor and a curse.

It is the most vicious provocation that mortals have made to the supreme beings, a sharp reminder that you will still be killed by mortals.

"You will be killed."

"You will be dragged down from the heavens by the ants beneath your feet, and your eternal lies will be torn apart."

The God of Assassination's voice wasn't loud, but the forbidden title, sealed for millennia, caused the void to tremble, each syllable like a poisoned blade.

The gods recalled some memories they thought they had forgotten.

Since the gods of faith ended their protracted war with the ancient gods, no new gods have been born for many years.

Although some gods have fallen, they all died at the hands of their own people.

And now, they have fully recalled that long-ago... fear.

The dying words of the god of assassination were not a praise of Herbert's bravery, but rather stemmed entirely from pure malice.

He is stirring up trouble.

The intention was not to sow discord between Herbert and the sun god, but to place Herbert in opposition to all the gods.

Some say: A dying man's words are good.

But in Herbert's view, this statement is actually applicable in very few situations.

Only a very small percentage of people are able to finally realize their mistakes and understand their errors.

It is precisely because they are rare that their awakening is so precious.

Many more people, however, remain stubbornly convinced that they are right until the very moment they face death.

As the saying goes, "It's easier to change mountains and rivers than to change one's nature."

This is the true reflection of the vast majority of people.

Strictly speaking, the one who killed the god of assassination was the sun god, and had nothing to do with Herbert himself.

Herbert was merely a vessel for His will and power, nothing more than a tool.

This is like someone killing someone and then claiming that it wasn't them who killed the person, but rather the weapon.

The killer was not me, but the soldier.

The problem is that the person who said this was not the murderer, but the victim.

In the end, the God of Assassination's scheme was purely based on slander and manipulation, attempting to incite all the gods to harbor malice towards Herbert.

He will die eventually, but Herbert will certainly die.

There will always be a god who can't help but avenge Him.

He will be in the abyss, waiting expectantly for that day to come.

—Although the god of assassination has been completely extinct by the sun god, even his ashes have been scattered, and he will never be able to see that scene again.

"..."

After hearing the last words of the God of Assassination, Herbert squinted and stared quietly at the head, which no longer bore any life.

To everyone else, their current situation seemed to have become quite dire.

Herbert was clear about his relationship with the sun god—that was, there was no relationship.

Although he didn't know why the sun god saved him, he guessed it was out of disgust for the evil god, and he went along with it.

There was no friendship between them. After the sun god, he would not stand up for Herbert. After His departure, he would eventually become a thorn in the side of the gods.

Even if some gods are aware of this, they will still regard Herbert as a challenger to divine authority.

He will face this terrible storm from the gods alone.

He was clearly not the murderer, but he was unjustly accused of killing a god, which is definitely bad luck.

In this matter, Herbert may not be entirely innocent, but he certainly did not deserve such a fate.

"..."

In a daze, Herbert sensed a gaze from the heavens above—the gaze of the gods.

A variety of complex gazes, some malicious, some hesitant, some indecisive, some disgusted, all fell upon him.

Clearly, some of them were persuaded.

Feeling the malice emanating from the gods, Herbert clearly felt the temperature around him drop.

crisis.

but……

"Ugh."

After a brief silence, Herbert sighed: "So, this is your limit?"

He stared at the god's charred remains and gave a rather cold laugh.

"Ha, that's it?"

Herbert curled his lip and said dismissively, "So, this is the trick you finally came up with after racking your brains?"

"You really disappoint me."

"How...boring!"

waste.

This is Herbert's final assessment of the god of assassination.

Lacking both ability and intelligence.

It seems that even intrigue and trickery won't work now.

What a complete waste of space.

You thought about it for so long, and in the end you came up with such a low-level scheme to sow discord?
Is the Deathrattle a divisive tactic?
Even if you say at the end that your treasure is buried somewhere in the sea, what if you say it's hidden somewhere in the ocean?

At least it can pique the interest of some people to explore.

But now... tsk.

No creativity at all.

idiot.

It's a waste that I still had a sliver of hope that you could come up with something good.

And... I never expected you to be such a useless piece of trash.

Aren't you an evil god?

Can't we come up with something more exciting and creative?
"Tsk, forget it, I won't get angry with a piece of trash."

Herbert withdrew his gaze with considerable disdain, not looking at the God of Assassination again, and looked up at the sky.

Even now, the celestial phenomena caused by the god of lust have not completely dissipated. The black mist is gradually dissipating, but the sky is still shrouded in gray.

Although he couldn't see those cold eyes in the black mist, he knew clearly that the gods were watching him.

They were waiting for Herbert's response—"Mortal, do you truly see yourself as a god-slayer?"
His subsequent actions will determine what many gods think of him.

Herbert knew what the gods most wanted to see him do.

It's simply about bowing your head, showing your humility as a mortal, and expressing your respect for the gods.

Doing this might not dispel the hostility of all the gods, but it will definitely bring the vast majority of them to their senses.

Since Herbert has already bowed his head, there is no need for them to deliberately target a humble mortal who is associated with the sun god.

So, would Herbert choose this clever approach?

Will not.

It wasn't like that in the past, it's not like that now, and it still won't be like that in the future.

The thought of merely surviving never crossed his mind, not even for a moment.

This might be the most correct and safest approach, but it's not Herbert's favorite.

"So, I refuse... Heh." He muttered to himself, then shook his head and chuckled to himself.

Because doing that is really boring!
That kind of hypocritical and obsequious pretense is just too boring, isn't it?

Herbert considered himself a smart man who knew when to do what and understood the right path.

But at the same time, he felt that he was also an interesting person.

Or rather, his soul was never content with solitude and always hoped to find excitement in mundane life.

Herbert has always been like this.

This isn't the first time they've been this "sick".

Otherwise, what mentally sound person would choose to ally with an evil god without any hesitation in the first place?

Otherwise, why would he be so fascinated by those dangerous yet charming monster girls from the very beginning?
The reason is simple: it's exciting.

Herbert spent his life seeking thrills.

For others, a destiny destined to be turbulent may be a curse or a punishment that they would avoid at all costs.

But for Herbert, it was always a reward.

Now that we've covered the advantages, what about the disadvantages? .JPG
Now, no one can help Herbert make the decision.

The Sun God is currently inside his body, and Miss Harmony is trying her best to hide, not daring to make a sound, and unable to communicate with him.

No elder in the world could make decisions for Herbert; everything depended on his own choices.

Herbert had his own approach to this matter.

It may not be accurate, but it's definitely exciting.

Finally, Herbert spoke.

“You all heard His last words; He gave me a name full of malice.”

“I was not born for this purpose, nor do I intend to be an enemy of others.”

“But if you insist on seeing me as a ‘godslayer’ and want to kill me… then I am the godslayer you speak of.”

His tone was calm, his eyes resolute; it was more like he was issuing an ultimatum to a sinner about to be judged than speaking to a deity.

“You can try to kill me, try to completely destroy my soul and body.”

"But do not forget, you have all seen His end."

Humans are weak and insignificant, and empty words have little persuasive power.

But the charred body beside him silently bolstered his words.

He remained calm, yet uttered remarkably arrogant and disrespectful words.

He is:

“Complete death is your final destination.”

Ok?
Herbert's words instantly displeased many of the gods who were already wavering.

So arrogant?

You are nothing but a fake god-slayer who stole the power of the gods, how dare you utter such treasonous words?

Do not overestimate your own capabilities.

madness.

Some of the gods who had originally intended to help Herbert frowned.

But just before the gods were about to express their displeasure, they saw Herbert's next move and his still steadfast words.

Herbert raised his right hand to his chest, his gaze resolute, and said:

"Under the witness of the Holy Light, I, Herbert Albert, as a paladin, hereby swear a sacred oath—evil gods, I will fight for you my whole life."

Yes, Herbert is making a new sacred vow!

As if in response to Herbert, the holy fireball in the center of the Holy City of Radiance suddenly expanded as his words fell.

boom!
Perhaps it was because Herbert's words triggered a change in the laws, or perhaps it was because the will of the Sun Goddess was currently residing within Herbert's body, that his words caused a tremor in the rules.

A beam of fire shot out from the dazzling sphere of light, instantly reaching the sky above Herbert's head and incinerating the black mist.

The clouds overhead dissipated, revealing the sun that had been hanging high in the sky.

The brilliant sunlight streamed down from the hole, shining directly on Herbert and bathing him in a golden glow, making him appear incredibly radiant.

Under the holy light, Herbert's expression became even more resolute, and his eyes became even more determined.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Herbert loudly proclaimed his vow:

"I will continue to fight against evil! I will struggle against all darkness!"

"I will continue to protect all the vulnerable and fight for every innocent person's chance of survival."

"I will no longer allow you to wantonly take the lives of innocent people."

"To protect them, even if you are gods, I will still raise my sword against you!"

"I swear in the name of the Godslayer, I will utterly annihilate you all!"

When the oath, brimming with sharp killing intent, was finally uttered, the whole world seemed to fall silent at that moment.

"..."

All sounds seemed to have disappeared.

Countless beings fell silent at that moment, staring in disbelief at that resolute figure.

No one could have imagined that after being betrayed by the god of assassination, Herbert would simply accept the status quo and even take the opportunity to make a vow.

He actually chose to make a sacred oath under the watchful eyes of the gods, and it was an extremely extravagant "oath of god-slaying"!
Didn't you say I was a god-slayer?

Okay, then I'll be it.

Ordinary mortals cannot make such an oath to the gods, but god-slayers are qualified to do so.

At this moment, relying on the qualifications bestowed upon him by the God of Assassination, Herbert chose to wage war against all nations!
Declare war on Great Britain!
Ahem...

No, to be precise, Herbert wasn't declaring war on the "gods," but on all the "evil gods"!
He was indeed seeking thrills on the edge of life and death, but he wasn't really looking to die.

Herbert now made his stance clear before the gods, aligning himself with the righteous gods and directing all his anger towards the evil gods—"I, Herbert, am irreconcilably opposed to the evil gods!"

I, the paladin, am the enemy of evil.

Whether you are a god or not, if you are evil, you are my enemy.

Evil, war, war, war!

Darkness, kill, kill, kill!

I'm your sworn enemy!

This approach may be impulsive, but it is indeed very paladin-like.

Herbert was also creating a persona for himself—a pure, exemplary paladin who had transcended base desires.

I am a sharp sword, a useful tool, a swift blade that unconditionally pierces darkness and evil.

In addition, Herbert played a little trick with language.

The oath was not made to "the evil gods," but to "the wicked gods."

He vowed to dedicate his life to justice and light, and anyone who opposed him would be seen as evil and darkness.

So, looking at it this way...

If in the future any righteous god still shows him malice... hehe.

There's no mistake, He must be the deeply hidden evil god!

……

……

The sacred forest was completely silent at this moment.

The goddesses of the nature pantheon never expected Herbert to make such an impulsive move.

"This is really...sigh."

"He's not a very bright child."

"...I hope he doesn't sacrifice himself so soon."

The goddesses couldn't help but sigh, feeling sorry for Herbert's impulsive act.

Impulsive, but also admirable.

Some might say that paladins are foolish in certain ways, but no one ever says they have betrayed their beliefs.

"He's still too young; he doesn't know what the consequences of making such a vow would be... hmm?"

As the goddess Qiu Sui sighed, she suddenly noticed that the goddess Han Dong beside her had a particularly strange expression.

Although her expression remained indifferent and showed little change, the goddess Akiho, who knew her well, still noticed something.

In the eyes of the goddess of winter, there was a considerable degree of surprise—it seemed as if someone she knew had done something completely unexpected.

"Euphemism, do you know this child?"

"Hmm? Oh..."

The Goddess of Winter snapped out of her daze, composed herself, and pretended not to know Herbert in front of everyone, shaking her head and saying, "I only knew of him before, but I've never had any contact with him."

He had actually spoken with Herbert under another identity, but it was a secret test; there was no public contact between them.

"However, it seems that my lovely child did talk to him."

The goddess of winter lowered her head, her expression instantly shifting from cold to gentle. She looked at the ice and snow goddess kitten, who was staring wide-eyed at the boy's figure in the crystal ball, and asked, "Hecaias, is there anything you wish to say?"

Ok?
The Ice Goddess didn't reply immediately, staring in shock at the Herbert she remembered, her mind filled with questions.

???

why?
what?
why you?

When did you become so powerful?!?

Damn it? ? ?

The Ice Goddess, still in shock, felt a gentle tap on her forehead and impatiently snapped back to reality.

Ok?
"What are you doing? Don't poke... uh!?"

As soon as she came to her senses, the Ice and Snow Goddess saw that all the goddesses present were staring at her.

!!!

Being watched by five powerful goddesses at the same time, the Ice Goddess, whose role is that of a "pet," is not going to be able to withstand it.

He immediately lost his temper.

!!!

Instinctively, He arched His back, pulled His ears back, and opened His mouth to breathe... Then, He suddenly realized what He was doing.

What the hell!

wrong!

Don't breathe on it!

In a critical moment, the Ice and Snow Goddess came up with a brilliant idea.

He stretched and yawned as if nothing had happened.

"Ha—ah!"

Then, pretending to suddenly realize the gazes of the goddesses, he hurriedly fled into the arms of the Goddess of Winter.

Mommy Mommy Mommy!

Other times are different, but right now, you are my mother!
Help me! Help me! Help me—

"hehe."

The Goddess of Winter looked at the little kitten desperately trying to snuggle into her arms, a slight smile playing on her lips.

So cute~
(End of this chapter)