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Chapter 523 The One Favored by God Will Also Slay God (Bonus Chapter 283 for 6K Views)
In the temple forged from ice and snow, a handsome young man stood out from the crowd.

The white robe, whose material was not discernible, could be described as simple and plain, yet it exuded an undeniable air of nobility. Even without emanating any aura, it was impossible to look down upon him.

He didn't need to speak, didn't need any extra glances, didn't need any movements; his mere existence was enough to attract everyone's attention.

The previous noise vanished completely, and everyone seemed to be drawn by magic, involuntarily looking at the boy who resembled a snow-white flower blooming on an icy plain.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the boy walked slowly forward, like other devout believers who came to pray, with his eyes lowered and not looking directly at the incarnation of the god.

But unlike other believers who humbly bow their heads and bend their backs, they stand tall with firm steps.

He stopped in front of the center of the temple, finally raising his eyes to look at the statue of the girl in front of him. He blinked slightly, a hint of discomfort in his eyes, and his lips curled up almost imperceptibly.

"Hecaias, no offense, but you... Ouch!"

Herbert looked at the statue of the young girl, which exuded a cool and aloof air, as well as a melancholy air like winter, and couldn't help but think to himself, "What do you mean?"

"You've turned the beauty filter and other effects up too high, haven't you?"

Is this you?

To clarify, Herbert never disliked beautiful young women; on the contrary, he quite liked them.

The big is justice, and the small is not evil!

He likes both the budding and fully blooming stages of a flower!

A certain sage with a steel chin once taught us that one must be generous and never be picky about food.

It's okay, I love them both the same way!

However, for this goddess whom He knew very well, the image of a kitten suited Him better.

Looking at the statue, he felt as awkward as if a familiar online friend he used to chat with in a group chat had suddenly become a virtual streamer.

While inwardly complaining, Herbert outwardly remained calm, nodding slightly to the statue, raising his hand to his chest, and bowing in respect.

He is indeed a god-slayer, but bearing this title does not mean he will become a madman hostile to all gods.

It is his actions that give meaning to this title, not the other way around, that make the title shape him.

Showing respect to the Ice Goddess, a neutral and relatively unknown deity, can actually make her image in the eyes of the world more rational and reduce the hostility of some timid gods who are afraid of being targeted.

After Herbert bowed, the person in charge of the Frost Crystal Temple appeared silently, knelt down, lifted his skirt, and bowed respectfully to him.

"Lord Herbert, we have been waiting for you for a long time."

Herbert looked at the humble-looking Bishop Lyra, a slight smile playing on his lips, and nodded in acknowledgment.

"Yes, Lady Leila, it's been a long time since I last greeted you."

Upon hearing this, Leila gently shook her head, lowering her head even further, her snow-white shoulders drooping even lower as well.

Seeing this, Herbert raised an eyebrow, feeling quite moved.

The once arrogant snow elf bishop became completely docile after being startled by the fact that he was being led by the archbishop, and now he even knows to take the initiative to greet him.

Not bad.

But there's actually a small misunderstanding here; Herbert misunderstood something.

The reason Lyra showed him such respect was not solely due to the psychological shadow left by that wisp of saintly will from back then. While that might have some effect, it wasn't the whole story.

She is not only the person in charge of the temple, but also the representative of the Ice and Snow Goddess on earth. Every word and action represents the will of the gods. Even if she fears Herbert, she would not show it so directly.

Lyra's current attitude is entirely in accordance with the guidance of the Ice Goddess.

Before Herbert arrived, the goddess of ice and snow sent down a divine decree.

Serve him as you would serve me.

Respect him as you would respect me.

Love him as you love me.

The oracle was short, but its core requirement was only one thing—to treat Herbert as Him.

Upon receiving the divine oracle, Lyra even thought she was still asleep.

What a high level of treatment this is!

What an extravagant favor this is!
Bishop Leila didn't know why the goddess valued Herbert so much, and dared not speculate about the private relationship between the goddess and this god-slayer.

After calming down, she knew what she should do—don't look at things you shouldn't look at, don't ask questions you shouldn't ask, and don't think about things you shouldn't think about.

All I had to do was to obediently follow the goddess's instructions and execute the mission perfectly.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries with the temple bishop, Herbert was about to turn his gaze away from the statue.

hum-

Amidst the stunned gazes of everyone, the statue suddenly shone with a crystalline light.

The temple was illuminated with dazzling lights, instantly transforming the previously dim space into a brightly lit space.

The statue's eyes, in particular, are incredibly bright, almost electric, and emit an eerie light.

Moreover, the statue had changed its posture at some point and seemed to be staring directly at Herbert.

stare--

Ok?
Herbert was also taken aback by this sudden change, blinking repeatedly as he looked in confusion at the statue that was gracefully extending the back of its hand towards him.

Eh?
what do you mean?
Oh, I see.

Although she found it somewhat absurd, Herbert understood what the Ice Goddess was trying to convey—[Come here, kiss the back of my hand!]

While he understood, Herbert said he was deeply shocked.

What does that mean?

What are you trying to do, you disobedient little kitten?

Are you trying to assert your sovereignty to others?
"Oh ho?"

Nenasha also understood the meaning behind the Ice Goddess's move and gave a meaningful hum.

Wow, you're not that big, but you've got some nerve!

"This is a little awkward."

Herbert was also amazed by Hecaias's actions, exclaiming, "Don't they know how to be mindful of the occasion? There are outsiders here."

"Outsider? What do you mean? I'm an outsider now???"

Miss Harmony was furious and loudly denounced the heartless man's swift change of heart.

quack!
Man, what do you mean?
"Ok?"

Herbert, taken aback by the question, blinked in confusion, then said speechlessly:
"No, I meant those people from the Witch's Guild. It's okay to be a little sensitive, but please don't be so sensitive in a place like this, okay?"

Herbert didn't mean anything by it.

If it were just Herbert and Bishop Lyra present, he wouldn't mind showing her his superb cat-petting skills.

However, there were other outsiders present, such as the Witch Association, so Herbert decided to give the Snow Kitten some face.

After thinking for a moment, he turned his head to look at Bishop Lyra, his eyes sweeping over the statue, and gestured before asking, "Um, um, could I...?"

"As you please."

Bishop Leila smiled and nodded readily, keeping her eyes down, her nose down, her mouth down, and her mind down, as if it were none of her business.

No, what I mean is, as the bishop, why don't you step in and stop me?

Herbert knew that this was really too much for Lyra, so he shook his head helplessly.

"Forget it, that's it."

The boy's lips twitched slightly. Without further hesitation, he strode to the statue, which had become the same size as a normal person, lowered his head, and gently kissed the back of its hand.

To get back at the playful kitten, Herbert deliberately and somewhat rudely gave it a light suck during the kiss.

And the moment her lips lifted, she made a soft "pop" sound.

Just as Herbert was taking his small revenge, he heard the smug chuckle of the snow kitten in his ear.

【Hehe~】

"Hecaias, you really know how to pick your timing."

Herbert maintained a smile to outsiders, but gritted his teeth inwardly and threatened, "You wait, I'll settle this score with you properly later."

【Ha ha! 】

Instead of getting angry when she heard the threat, the Ice Goddess laughed even harder, her laughter filled with the pure joy of a wicked scheme succeeding.

Indeed, people are happy when they do bad things—and so are cats.

【Let's talk about it after you catch me~】

He hummed contentedly, and the next moment, the divine will residing in the idol departed satisfied.

His departure was as sudden as his arrival.

The little snow kitten, having had its fun, went home!

I'm so happy!
He did this without mentioning it to Bert beforehand, just as he did not mention the exceptionally high regard the church had for him.

What's there to say?
They can tease anyone they want; there's no special reason needed.

If you want to help, then help; why should the person being helped need to know?
Hecaias never cared what others thought; she was always like a cat, a carefree god living entirely on her own terms.

Of course, it is a cat after all.

"Heh, what a troublesome fellow..."

Herbert had just begun to express his weariness when Nenasha directly exposed his hypocrisy.

"Stop pretending, I can tell you're clearly enjoying it."

?

"Hehe, Miss Nenasa, have you noticed that you've been a bit more aggressive lately?"

In response to Herbert's question, Nenasha simply repeated the same sentence.

"Ha! Stop pretending, I can tell you're clearly enjoying it."

Come on, you clearly like this kind of aggressiveness!

"Tsk."

Herbert clicked his tongue, momentarily at a loss for words to refute.

Forget it, I won't stoop to your level.

After the little incident caused by the Ice Goddess ended, Herbert put away his helpless expression and turned to look at the three forces that had been acting as spectators.

As his calm gaze swept across, everyone felt an invisible, immense pressure. This pressure was similar to the dragon's might emanating from the Frost Dragon Alva, but far greater and colder.

"..."

Herbert's gaze did not linger on the Northern Kingdom Alliance, nor did he waste any more time at the Witch's Gathering. Instead, he lingered a while longer on the half-dragons of the Frozen Sanctuary.

It wasn't for any other reason than that Alva's gaze towards him was quite complex, a mixture of doubt, excitement, hesitation, and affection, which made him feel a little strange.

Was it because of the Dragon King's crown that he mistook me for a giant dragon in human form?
Herbert had a fairly likely guess in his mind, but he didn't delve into it and instead kept it to himself.

"Gentlemen, some of you know my name, while others may not."

He bowed humbly to the crowd and said loudly, "It doesn't matter if you don't know me. I'm just an ordinary paladin."

"You don't need to know who I am, just know that I'm here to help you, that's enough."

The people present were initially unsure of Herbert's true stance and were feeling quite heavy-hearted, but upon hearing these words, they couldn't hold back any longer, and many of them contorted their expressions.

They glanced at the white-haired boy who was spouting nonsense with a straight face, and then at the statue behind him that had somehow returned to its original form.

No, are you serious?

You... are ordinary?
Is it really ordinary?

Just now, you showed off your close relationship with the gods in front of all of us, and then you turned around and told us that you are just an ordinary paladin.

Who are you lying to?
No way, who do you think this can fool?!
You're just fooling yourself!

It's okay if you fool us, but don't actually fool yourself!

In Herbert's eyes, what just happened was the Snowy Kitten causing him trouble, asserting its ownership over him to everyone.

But to others, this scene appeared to be the Ice Goddess standing up for Herbert and giving him strong support.

Even if some people don't really know Herbert's identity, they can still tell that he is definitely not an "ordinary" paladin.

Seeing that no one believed his nonsense and they all looked at him with expressions of "What is this guy talking about?", Herbert shook his head with regret.

Ugh.

Life is truly as lonely as snow!

It's all that little kitten's fault for causing trouble, depriving me of the chance to be questioned by some nobody, and taking away the joy of showing off and getting slapped in the face.

Since no one would fall for it, Herbert had no interest in continuing the performance.

He shook his head, his slight smile vanished, his eyes instantly turned serious, and his demeanor sharpened.

The sight was so piercing that some people instinctively looked away, their hearts filled with horror.

Among these people are many legends, all of whom were powerful figures in their respective fields, and were always greeted with awe and respect wherever they went.

And now, they actually feel ashamed of themselves after looking at others.

Herbert's aura fluctuated, like a legend, or an epic.

They secretly compared them and found that, judging from the aura emanating from Herbert alone, he was in no way inferior to the other two epic powerhouses present, and even seemed to be superior!

"..."

Surrounded by the Witch's Guild, Finn silently watched Herbert, who seemed like a completely different person from the one who had just been laughing and teasing, and frowned deeply.

What exactly does he mean?

Out of respect for Finn, the other members of the Witch's Guild did not eavesdrop on their conversation and were unaware of their hostile relationship.

Herbert didn't seem to intend to inform anyone else, nor did he use his current status and position to force the witch to give him up.

If you put yourself in Herbert's shoes, you would definitely do the same without hesitation.

Even if he couldn't truly sever his ties with the Witch's Guild, he should at least make himself a stray dog ​​abandoned by everyone.

Although he was a little unsure of Herbert's intentions, he was happy to remain silent since there was no risk of being exposed now.

On the surface, he feigned weakness, appearing to be under Herbert's tyranny, while secretly he was fully implementing his backup plan that he had prepared for many years.

In just a short while, he activated all the pawns he had planted throughout the Witch's Guild over the years, and made them carry out different tasks.

Now that he had made up his mind, he would no longer hesitate or look back.

The current situation is a crisis, but it is also an opportunity.

With everyone's attention drawn to the God of Sand and Herbert, they naturally paid less attention to the little tricks being played by the Witches.

Although the clone was exposed, Finn did not dispel the arcane puppet, intending to use it as an eye to keep a close eye on Herbert's movements.

On the other side, the Kingdom Alliance was deathly silent.

They looked at each other, neither daring to speak first, unsure of what to say.

At this point, some people naturally noticed Herbert's similar white hair and eyebrows to the Silverwing Grand Duke, and their hearts stirred as they thought of the rumor that had been treated as a joke.

This young godslayer actually comes from the Frost Crystal Kingdom?

They had heard the news before, but they found it hard to believe that such an exaggerated rumor was actually true.

Who dares to believe it?

In less than a year, a young nobleman who only loved art transformed into the most brutal and powerful executioner in the world.

"..."

The Silverwing Grand Duke, standing at the forefront of the crowd, looked at Herbert with a rather complex expression.

There was relief, heartache, and even a hint of fear deep in her eyes.

I am gratified that the frail boy has become so strong, and I feel sorry for all the pain and effort he has put in to get to this point.

Herbert, as a father, had no idea what he had sacrificed and was not by his side.

He felt extremely guilty and ashamed about this, and kept trying to find a way to make amends.

So when Herbert contacted him this time, Adrian accepted without hesitation and did things that went against his usual character, following all the instructions in the letter.

Suppress the chaos with bloodshed, eliminate all potential threats, and then have the rest of the alliance follow you.

This method certainly had its risks, but Adrian didn't care about that and perfectly carried out the task Herbert had given him.

Although it's unknown how much this can salvage the father-son relationship, it at least brings him some relief.

Although he really wanted to find time to have a good talk with Herbert, now was clearly not the right time.

In particular, the fear of the unknown that naturally arose in his heart made him silent, unsure of what to do.

Thus, Grand Duke Silverwing could only remain silent, just like everyone else.

The silence from the Witches' Guild and the Kingdom Alliance caused the people of the Frost Holy Land to lose their composure.

Those powerful individuals with demonic features twitched at the corners of their mouths as they glared at the people from other factions.

say!

Everyone, say something!

Why have they all become mute at this time?
They wanted to remain silent, but they couldn't all stay silent and leave Herbert all alone.

"Cough cough!"

Finally, Alva coughed twice, narrowed his vertical pupils, looked deeply at Herbert, and took the initiative to speak:
"Godslayer, why... have you come?"

Finally hearing the question, Herbert, who had been posing for a while, sighed and shook his head with sadness in his eyes.

“I heard the cries of the innocent and came to answer their call.”

He wasn't going to let these guys, who lacked talent and emotional intelligence, be his straight men anymore. Before anyone else could respond, he said to himself, "This calamity, brought about by the arrogance of the gods, should not befall mortals."

"In any case, this farce must end before a truly irreversible outcome occurs."

Although the God of Sand and Stone made a huge show of it, as if he wanted to wipe out all life in the North, the casualties were actually not that serious.

There are not many ordinary people in the North, and they are mostly gathered in towns and villages, so the disaster situation is relatively controllable.

The real disaster is in the wilderness, which is now teeming with monsters and the undead transformed from animals.

Overall, however, with the intervention of the righteous gods, the situation is not yet at its worst and there is still room for recovery.

After a long silence, Avar stood up, gazed at Herbert, and slowly asked, "What do you intend to do?"

The Godslayer said calmly, "Just as you expect, and just as all the innocent people expect."

“I will face Him in person.”

"Then, solve all the problems."

The boy spoke calmly, as if he were talking about something trivial.

Some people instinctively wanted to laugh at him for overestimating himself, but then they remembered the titles he had been given.

God-killer.

The one who killed the gods.

Avar hesitated for a moment, then sighed softly and said firmly, "Since you have made up your mind, the Holy Land of Extreme Ice will provide you with assistance."

Although facing the gods directly is not a rational decision, and could even be considered foolish, he felt that if it were the man in front of him, he should be able to do it.

He was willing to take the gamble.

But Herbert shook his head decisively, directly rejecting Avar's offer.

"No, you don't need to get involved in this. I can handle it on my own."

Ultimately, this was caused by the God of Sand and Stone searching for Herbert.

Although Herbert was also a victim, since this matter started because of him, it should naturally end because of him.

"But you..."

Although Alva did not finish his sentence, the meaning he wanted to convey through his eyes was self-evident.

Are you enough on your own?

Facing the various gazes of the crowd, the white-haired god-slayer remained calm and spoke matter-of-factly:
“If God is the source of disaster, then He... should also face judgment.”

"Either He will repent and pay the price for his sins."

"Either..."

Clang——

"His death will come."

"Aton for your sins with death."

(End of this chapter)