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Chapter 462 Why Did the Gods Come? (Bonus Chapter 256 for 6.2K Views!)
"Why would the will of a god descend?!"

The expression on the Withered One's face, hidden in the shadow of his hood, changed drastically as he stared in disbelief at the Holy Lance that was constantly gathering power.

The one who descended from the heavens is going to attack me!?

why?
No, that's not right!

No deity should have interfered in this matter!
This isn't what was planned!
The withered man felt a chill in his heart, sensing something was wrong.

there is a problem……

"...Damn it! How can there be so many problems here!?"

This legendary, peak-powered fallen man is feeling very bad right now.

very bad!
From the very beginning, things seemed to be fraught with problems.

He arrived here according to the organization's original plan and gathered a group of desperados who could be used and discarded at will.

He thought that with them and his own support, taking this place was a sure thing, and he could successfully sacrifice these beastmen with the potential of natural essence to the great Father of Ten Thousand Trees.

Yes.

As long as we kill the ancestral spirits worshipped by the beastmen as the main ingredient and use their blood as the auxiliary ingredient, we can surely please Him!

In this way, I can advance to Epic without using that [Forbidden Item].

He has been stuck at the pinnacle of legend for far too long, and he has paid an enormous price to take it a step further.

Wealth, energy, status... he has already abandoned all of these.

He spent all his resources to join a secret organization, becoming a degenerate in the eyes of the world.

He even went so far as to kill his companion and animal partner who had been with him for two hundred years, using its bones for his most important sacrifice.

Although this completely expelled him from the Druid Order and made him a target for assassination, he also successfully advanced to become the [Thorn Avenger]!
This is a special profession that is evil but equally powerful, possessing the ability to manipulate blood thorns.

But this is not enough.

He's still a ways from his goal!
After all that he has sacrificed, he is still persisting, all for this final gamble.

Epic Advancement!

As long as you can successfully advance, then all the effort is acceptable and all the sacrifices can be forgiven!

And now, the opportunity is right in front of him.

Originally, he planned to wait a little longer, relying on internal spies to gradually devour them all, leaving as many survivors as possible to sacrifice.

Unexpectedly, those foolish beastmen leaders were surprisingly decisive and prepared to migrate before he could take action.

The withered ones will not let them leave!
After receiving confirmation that the beastmen were preparing to leave, he no longer hesitated and launched a surprise attack on their settlement, intending to wipe them out in one fell swoop.

Although the forced raid came at a considerable cost, with many of the desperados killed or wounded, such sacrifices were acceptable.

If nothing unexpected happens, it will all be over before sunrise.

But the problem is, not only did accidents happen, but quite a few of them did!
The great shaman, whose strength should have declined to the early stage of legendary level due to old age, actually broke through his thorny defense with the help of the ancestral spirit, almost injuring his own body.

Then, the guard captain, who was only at the high-level according to the spy intelligence, actually concealed his strength and, when he unleashed it, was at the level of mid-legendary.

The two of them working together actually caused themselves quite a bit of trouble.

Fortunately, they were stronger and better prepared, and managed to suppress them after paying a price.

The great shaman was seriously injured and fell into a coma. Although the guard captain was not unconscious, he lost his arm and was no longer a threat in a short time.

There are many problems, but none are major.

Give him a little more time, and he can conquer this place according to plan!

Just when the withered one thought everything was over, the real problem arose.

A god descended.

Why would it be a divine intervention?!
Didn't the organization guarantee that it had reached an agreement with certain beings and that no deities would interfere?
So what's going on now?!
Not only did the enemy arrive, but they also made it clear that they were going to attack me!

Was that a warning?

Or... annihilation?

If it's just the former, that's fine, but if it's the latter... um! ! ?

"and many more!!!"

The withered creature suddenly sensed something was wrong, shook its head violently, and let out a painful growl.

"Get out of my head!!!"

He realized that his mind was becoming too cluttered and active at that moment.

Was I influenced by Him?

when!!?
The withered one was horrified, and his fear and awe of the gods surged.

I was at least several hundred meters away from that divine being. How could He influence my will?

When the opponent arrived, he did not act rashly. He withdrew the attacking thorns to his side for defense and observed its every move... Wait!
"His gaze, it was actually His gaze!"

The withered one trembled, knowing full well that the other was about to throw the holy spear, but at this moment he still couldn't help but lower his head, not daring to look directly into that indifferent gaze.

"This, this is the power of the gods..."

The other person didn't even really look at him.

Although the god who was perched on the beastman aimed his holy lance at him, he never truly looked at him.

I've never been taken seriously by the other party!

Even so, he still felt his soul grow cold.

The withered one may be mad, but he is not stupid.

They're really going to attack me!

Run away.

Running away from the gods is not a shameful thing.

But, but...

Pain and hesitation flashed across the withered man's dry face as he clenched his teeth tightly.

Should we really retreat now?
It was just one step away, really just one step away!
"who are you?"

The withered one gritted his teeth, gripped the scarlet thorns tightly in his hand, and let the sharp thorns pierce through his palm, devouring the little essence blood in his body.

He used the pain to dispel his awe of the unknown, raised his head, and roared, "You are not a god of the nature pantheon, I do not recognize your presence!"

"who are you!!?"

The Fallen growled, squeezing out a frenzied roar from its throat, and suddenly looked up, glaring at the mysterious figure who still held the Holy Lance high.

"Whoever you are, you shouldn't be here!"

"This is a battle between natures!"

"God!!!"

What happened here has nothing to do with you!

The Fallen One's mad voice, like thunder, echoed throughout this corner of the Forgotten Forest, causing a change in the expressions of many bewildered beastmen.

nature?

Is this tacitly approved by the nature pantheon?

Or is it... that this fallen one is the knife in their hands?
The beastmen's expressions were ugly, but those of the withered ones were even uglier.

He knew very well that these words were a secret that absolutely could not be spoken aloud, as they involved too many issues, and once spoken, there would be no turning back.

No matter what happens after that, the organization will absolutely not help him.

But the withered one couldn't care less about that now.

He couldn't just watch all his efforts go to waste!
"God! You shouldn't be here!"

He desperately hoped that this deity who had intruded into this place would back down and be scared away by the reputation of the nature pantheon.

At the very least, the withered one hopes the other party will respond, at least giving a reason to intervene.

but--

The gods remain silent.

They did not leave.

Her expression remained unchanged, as if she hadn't heard anything, and she continued to slowly raise the holy spear, which was constantly gathering holy power and becoming increasingly dangerous.

hum-

The Withered One understood the meaning behind His decision not to act directly, but to slowly gather power.

That being is threatening me, yes, He must be deliberately humiliating me!
You expect me to back down without saying a word?
"Tsk!"

If you were to descend in your avatar, that would be one thing, but you are only descending in your will, and you don't even bother to infuse it with divine power!

You underestimate me like that?!?

So arrogant!?

damn it!
Which god is this?!

Feeling the other party's undisguised mockery, the withered one's already unstable mind completely collapsed.

The Fallen are not exactly bright people to begin with, and when provoked, they are more likely to go to extremes.

"You won't speak, you disdain to open your mouth... Heh, hahahaha!"

The madness in the eyes of the withered one erupted, chaos completely taking over his mind, and he could no longer care about anything else, roaring at the god.

"Don't even think about it—"

Whoosh!
The Holy Lance arrived just as he opened his mouth to roar.

The holy spear instantly ripped through the sky and struck the ground half a meter in front of the Fallen One.

boom! ! !
The extremely dense holy light did not explode on the ground, but instead pierced through the earth and disappeared into the soil, leaving a hole of unknown depth.

Wow, so fast!!

The withered one, who had been showing signs of going mad, was suddenly jolted back to its senses by this shock.

He didn't even see when the other party made their move.

The moment they sensed a sign, the Holy Lance arrived.

"...Gu."

If someone points their finger at your head, intending to kill you, you won't even have time to react.

Although he was confident in his own vitality and believed he could survive against most epic-level powerhouses through his methods.

However, when faced with such a mysterious and unpredictable being at a high level, how much use can one's own vitality be?
If the other party is a god, they must possess the ability to directly annihilate me from other dimensions.

"..."

In addition, my initial guess may have been wrong.

Although the other party was so arrogant that he disdained to speak, he was not the type to start a fight right away; at least he gave him a warning.

Is He... being wary of the person behind me?
As the withered one pondered, a flash appeared before its eyes, and it instinctively jumped back a step, using the scarlet thorns to block the way.

! ! ?

The second shot has been fired.

whoosh-

The Holy Lance's speed remained astonishing, and its landing point was also moved forward by half a meter, right next to the withered one's toes.

The blood thorns he subconsciously summoned... were completely ineffective, as if made of paper, and were pierced directly by the holy spear.

The other party was not only issuing a warning, but also genuinely possessed the ability to break through his defenses and kill him using a vessel that had been descended by a god.

The withered one's heart sank, and then he saw "her" raise the holy spear in her right hand for the third time.

First warning, second warning, will there be a third?
"……withdraw!"

The Withered One clenched his fist, then slowly released it, conveying the order to retreat to the slaves under his control.

He needs to retreat temporarily.

Dawn is approaching, and the forest is about to awaken.

The awakened forest will no longer cooperate with his commands, and will also attract the attention of certain beings.

Other beings within the nature pantheon remain obstinate, forgetting the sacrifice of the Father of All Trees; these traitors will come to interfere with their plans. But it doesn't matter, when night falls once more, the forest will still favor them!

The withered creature concealed itself within the crimson thorn bushes, retreating rapidly, its gaze fixed menacingly on the dangerous, unknown entity.

"You can't protect them forever!"

He growled in frustration, then disappeared into the woods.

Soon, the withered figure vanished, leaving behind only his chilling, frenzied roars echoing through the forest.

“I will come back again!”

"I will be back tonight!"

"You can't protect them forever!!!"

Then, the wounded slave traders rushed into the woods, screaming as they were swept away by streaks of scarlet thorns.

The members of the beast-eared clan watched them leave, but none of them gave chase.

"..."

They simply dropped their weapons in a daze, their bodies swaying, feeling as if everything was unreal.

For the beast-eared clan, the long first night, filled with blood and fire, had finally come to an end.

Everything was so sudden.

Disaster struck suddenly and left just as suddenly.

It took away smiles and joy, leaving behind only corpses and sorrow.

As night fell, some of them collapsed to the ground, clutching the soil stained with the blood of their people, and wept bitterly.

Cyril stood in the crowd like a low, bronze tower, silently standing there, slowly raising his head.

Like many others, he was looking up at the thing floating in mid-air.

gods.

A god suddenly descended upon them and saved their lives.

But for some reason, Cyril sensed a strange familiarity in the "girl's" expression.

Why do I feel like that look in his eyes... no, that can't be, right?

He had a vague idea in his mind, but the idea was too exaggerated and illogical, so he dared not think about it any further.

No, impossible, absolutely impossible!

I was just trying to comfort the father and daughter; how could such a thing really happen!

How could Lord Herbert be a god...?

As Cyril was thinking, "Casey" suddenly lowered her head and looked at herself.

Eh?
What do you want me to do?
"Cyril, your eyes have become more like a warrior's. It seems you've completed your mission in the Darklands. Heh heh."

! ! ?

Cyril's expression froze.

Although he was taken in by Brooke, he never revealed any information about the Darklands to them.

How did Casey know?
No, how did He know?!

Only Lord Herbert knows about this... Ah!?
Cyril's eyes widened like saucers, his mouth gaped open like a bowl, staring at "Casey" in utter shock.

"H-Lord Herbert!? You...you..."

Damn it.

Is it really Lord Herbert?!
No, how could that be!
This is fucking crazy!

Herbert looked at his dazed expression and nodded with satisfaction.

That's exactly the look I wanted to see, haha!

He frowned slightly as he looked at the wounds scattered everywhere, then raised his hand and cut his fingertip, merging all the remaining holy light power into the seeping blood.

The blood changed color from red to gold, transforming into the highest level of holy blood—the kind that's insanely spicy even for a certain shameful vampire.

Then, he flicked the holy blood, which landed in the pool in the center of the beast-eared settlement.

hum!
After a few breaths, the originally ordinary pool water began to ripple with a faint golden light after being infused with the holy blood!

"The holy water will last for three days. You know how to use it to help them recover as quickly as possible."

Herbert instructed Cyril, who was still in a daze, "Tonight's events are not the end, but only the beginning."

"They will return when night falls..."

After giving these instructions, the "deity" wanted to say something more, but suddenly closed its eyes.

Under everyone's gaze, "Casey" silently fell into a coma.

Then, her petite body fell directly from mid-air.

Dive towards the earth!

Fortunately, Brooke reacted quickly and, despite his weakened state, sprinted forward and caught his daughter in mid-air, preventing a tragedy.

"Casey!!!"

……

……

The Third Vinaya School.

"Hiss hiss hiss—ah!"

Herbert rolled around on Valentina's head, clutching his head, his expression quite ferocious, as if his entire brain had been hollowed out.

Even though her ally and partner was in such a sorry state, Miss Harmony didn't offer any comfort. Instead, she sneered and mocked, "Heh, serves you right for being so reckless. You've gone too far."

"I told you, this is your first time, don't go too far, don't you listen?"

Nenasha snorted, angrily retorting, "[I told you not to use too much power, but you wouldn't listen. You insisted on looking cool, and you missed the Holy Lance twice.]"

Did Herbert deliberately let the withered one go? Was he really putting pressure on him, as the fallen one imagined?

Yes, that's possible.

Herbert didn't mind the other person imagining him this way.

But the truth is... that's not the case at all.

The reason I let that guy go earlier was simply because I wasn't used to my body after being divinely descended; his aim was really appalling.

Fortunately, after two adjustments, Herbert was almost calibrated, and he could hit the head with one more throw.

Herbert was still groaning and sighing, when Nenasha finally couldn't stand it anymore and said speechlessly, "Alright, alright! Stop pretending. I've already helped you with everything; you're not that fragile!"

"Haha! Isn't it because you're here to cover for me?"

Sure enough, after confirming that Nenasha was no longer angry, Herbert stopped pretending, sat up happily, and stretched vigorously.

"Besides, since we're already here, why not give it a try?"

He never expected that simply experiencing the perspective of a deity would lead to such a situation.

If we hadn't run into them, that would have been fine, but since we have, there's no reason to just watch.

As it happened, he also wanted to test and understand the principle behind "divine intervention".

The principle... I don't understand!
After all, he is only a legend now, and he still finds it difficult to understand operations at the level of gods.

Forget it, with Nenasha around, I don't need to understand it now. As long as it works, why bother with so much?
We can think about these things after we reach the Saint level in the epic; for now, a basic understanding is enough.

"So, what are you going to do about those guys?"

After asking, Nena sighed without waiting for Herbert's reply, and said speechlessly, "Fine, I won't ask you anymore. Since they have fluffy tails, you probably won't let them go."

Herbert: ?

slander!

You are slandering me!
I'm not! I don't!
"Um, let me clarify first, cough cough, I don't like all kinds of tails."

Nenasha, too lazy to argue about something that was "just something you're fooling yourself with," scoffed: "Stop talking nonsense, just tell me if you're going to save me or not!"

"save!"

Herbert answered without hesitation, then shook his head and said calmly, "But we'll have to wait and see how to save him."

"Although I did save them this time, I was essentially only saving Cyril. As for the lives of the others... I don't care."

"So, that's why you deliberately let that druid leave?"

"Yes, that's been a consideration."

Herbert smiled gently, but his eyes were indifferent as he said detachedly, "To put it bluntly, having him as a threat makes some things easier."

He doesn't interfere with the beast-human clans, but once he gets involved, he will never allow them to slip away from him.

These creatures with furry animal ears and tails must be held tightly in your hands!

But getting them to follow willingly, or even beg to be saved, requires some skill.

Most people are foolish, and they may not even be able to repay kindness, let alone the beast-like human race whose general intelligence is not so high.

If you take too much initiative and help them solve their biggest crisis right from the start, they may not choose to continue following you.

They might not even be grateful, taking it for granted.

That was a situation Herbert did not want to see.

He wanted the person.

Out of gratitude, he accepted it too.

Faith... of course, will not be given to anyone else.

Herbert could not tolerate any surprises; he had to keep them firmly in his grasp.

"It seems you're more adapted to the current situation than I thought."

"I just don't want what was originally a good thing to turn into a bad thing. The gods are generous, and mortals are grateful. Isn't that good enough?"

"Besides, it's not enough to just gain their gratitude; I also want favors from other guys."

Seeing that she didn't need a reminder, Miss Harmony smiled and slowly said, "You mean...them?"

"Ah."

Herbert nodded, and said meaningfully, "The natural pantheon deserves an explanation."

"That fallen one really did reveal a lot of information to me, which matched my original guesses."

"The internal structure of the nature pantheon may not be as harmonious as it appears on the surface; there may be some unsavory dealings among them."

"However, I don't care about their internal affairs. As long as they don't involve me and give me a satisfactory explanation, I'm happy to ignore them."

"But if they don't give it to me... hehe."

Miss Hungry Dragon, still asleep, felt a chill and instinctively sneezed.

A sneeze!

Then he shook his head, throwing Herbert off his head.

Then, with her eyes closed, she pulled him into her arms and pressed down on the dragon's massive chin.

Herbert: ?

"Hey, hey, no, don't press down on me!"

"Wake up!"

"Wake up!!!"

Natural Sanctuary.

The Goddess of the Forest stood alone before the remains of the Lord of Nature, a smile playing on her lips, but her eyes held a calm glint of indifference.

After a long while, He slowly shook his head, turned and left.

In the empty sanctuary, echoes of His whispers, spoken to no one in particular.

"What a disappointment..."

(End of this chapter)