Yahweh doesn't want to talk

After Kang Hao gave the order, Joan of Arc and others bowed to Kang on the throne and left the Temple of Duranji directly.

After a long time, Kang Hao, seeing that Jeanne and the others had left, shifted his gaze to the Pillar of Heaven on the dome.

"Speaking of which, Hephaestus is the god of craftsmen. He forged Zeus' lightning spear, Poseidon's trident, Hades's two-pronged fork, the sun chariot driven by the sun god Helios (often confused with Apollo), and Eros' golden and lead arrows."

Kang Hao then shifted his gaze from the Pillar of Heaven to the various weapons scattered in the shadows somewhere in the Temple of Durangki.

"And I just happen to have a pile of scrap metal here!!"

Having said that, Kang Hao immediately jumped up from the golden toilet and ran towards the pile of former "sacred tools" in the corner of the Durangki Temple.

"Moo" the Bull of Heaven beside Kang Hao mooed softly, as if complaining about the boss's sudden startle.

"emmmm"

“So I want to build something.”

"Weapons? Armor?" Kang Hao sat cross-legged on the ground paved with dark blue lapis lazuli, looking at the debris on the ground and fell into deep thought.

The green light above my head was shining brightly.

"Forget it. We have enough materials anyway, so let's just do it." Kang gave up thinking.jpg.

As for the armor, Kang Hao’s simple and straight male aesthetic would probably make the original one look ugly, so I just borrowed it. The coolest armor I remember was the Pluto armor in Saint Seiya, so I just copied it, but...

"The color...change it to white, and the pattern to gold!"

"What the hell are wings? I'm not an angel. Take off the wings and replace them with a cape! How can I have destructive power without a cape?"

"The hem is added!! How can it be strong without the hem?"

The above is Mr. Kang’s special aesthetic.

"That's the armor."

"As for weapons, guns?" Thinking of this, Kang Hao suddenly shuddered.

“Forget it, forget it. The spearmen are lucky to have eight dou, Zhao Zilong alone has one stone, and the rest owe two dou in total. This is no joke.” Countless spearmen flashed through his mind.

And the iconic phrase ------ Commit suicide, Lancer!

Kang's bold idea was instantly dispelled. "Let's just forge swords... Spearmen... I can't afford to be a blackmailer. I've been trying to sneak across the border for years. If I have a gun, won't I never be able to ship anything out???"

"But what about the sword...how should we do it?" Mr. Kang rubbed his chin with his fingers and fell into deep thought again.

"Curry stick? Frostmourne? Pitfall sword?"

After a long struggle, Kang finally decided on a model that consisted of three pairs of open white wings and a silver cross, a white crystal blade, and a platinum hilt. (Another example of Kang's simple aesthetics)

"Finally, it's done." Looking at the armor and one-handed sword wrapped in Hephaestus's divine power crystal above his head, Kang had a look of satisfaction.

As he was looking at it, Kang Hao, for some unknown reason, carved a line of words on the blade of the sword.

[Hometown is ahead]

Outside the Temple of Dhule Anki, under the golden steps as always is the wide Royal Road that leads directly to the gate of Nippur. When the kings of the Sumerian and Babylonian eras came of age, they would go to meet "Ir" along this road, first entering the Enlil Temple to the north - e-kur to be crowned, then returning here and going straight to the Temple of Dhule Anki to receive the "kingship". Over time, this place was simply called the Royal Road - the road of royal power.

On both sides of the originally wide and empty kingly road, there were now several platinum giant gods standing, with four pairs of golden feathers gathered behind them and two-handed pillar swords standing on both sides of the kingly road.

Morning Star was the first to step out of the Temple of Duranghi, and then walked directly to the royal road below, followed closely by Saint George, Joan of Arc, and Raphael.

St. George stood on the porch of the Temple of Duranghi with his arms folded across his chest, looking at the Morning Star walking on the steps, and after a moment's silence he said:

"Eldest sister, is it really okay to let go of... that so-called God Slayer so easily and delay that matter?"

Walking on the golden steps, Morning Star said in a clear and cold voice: "I... was just careless... That's all."

"Why deceive yourself?" Hearing the voice coming from the steps, St. George rolled his eyes and said speechlessly: "All the lines are reflected in your eyes and mine. There is no such thing as carelessness."

Hearing St. George's voice, Chen Xing was stunned for a moment, and casually lifted the hair that blocked his eyes and looked at the beautiful sunset, muttering to himself: "Do you think K doesn't know?"

[If you want to stay in this world longer, just say so. Why do you have to do all this...] St. George looked at Morning Star who was standing on the steps and said softly, "Why bother?"

Joan of Arc stopped as she was about to pass by St. George, and also glanced at the morning star below and said, "What a willful elder sister."

"But." Then he looked at St. George who was standing beside him with his arms crossed and said, "Why are you still entangled in these meaningless things now?"

"Anyway, that person has already said it doesn't matter."

"Instead of dwelling on these things, it is better to quickly set off to complete the task given by that person."

"How dare you say that? You obviously thought the same thing!" St. George's eyes became sharp. "If you hadn't stopped me from helping in every option I had, I would have believed you!"

"Oh??? Really? How could I possibly do such a thing?!"

Joan of Arc said this as she walked down with an expression that said, "I can't do this, I am very fair and just."

"It's so hard for me." St. George held his head in his hands.

"But you think so, too."

"What?" St. George looked behind him. Raphael narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "I don't think the Prime Minister can stop you, Commander."

"Ha...ha...hahaha, the weather is really nice today."

St. George laughed a few times as if he had been discovered, and quickly changed the subject.

"By the way, Rafael, where are you going to go to that God Slayer?"

Rafael did not expose Saint George's poor acting skills, and took the opportunity to say, "I haven't decided yet, what about you, Commander?"

"As for me, I'm going to go find that sword boy."

"Although, he is a God-killer designed by the so-called destiny in this world."

"But no matter what, the courage to draw the sword against the gods is real!"

As they talked, St. George and Raphael greeted each other and walked towards the royal road, striding out of the city.

[Yes, the Lord knows, but the Lord condones it.] Raphael stood where St. George had just stood, and smiled as he watched the three people walking on the golden steps below.

"so good."

"Commander, I forgot to tell you."

"me too."

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Volume 2: Those who disobey, divide heaven and man: Chapter 27: The encounter between swords

From the center of Nippur, the city of kingship and the kingdom of the gods on earth, the high end of the Pillar of Heaven rises before the Golden Throne of the Temple of Witnesses, the Temple of Duranghi.

The Earth, as the outermost layer of the planet, the atmosphere, was originally a miracle belonging to the absolute God that covered the entire planet. With the addition of the power of Hephaestus, one of the twelve main gods in Greek mythology, who is undoubtedly a high-level god, and the passage of time, the golden color and physical substance contained in it have become more obvious.

Announcing that the mysterious absolute cleansing is approaching.

The atmosphere, also known as the atmosphere, is a layer of mixed gases surrounding the earth due to gravity. It is the outermost gas layer of the planet, surrounding the oceans and land. The atmosphere has no definite upper boundary.

2000~

There are still rarefied gases and elementary particles in the high altitude, and there are also small amounts of gases underground, in the soil and some rocks, which can also be considered as part of the atmosphere.

This place should not exist in the first place, and any creature that could stay here for long without the help of the great product of human wisdom - science.

But now, the humanoid being covered with strong white light was staying here leisurely, but no one was discovered.

The white figure, under his feet is the end of the pillar of light rising from Nippur, the kingdom of the gods. An endless stream of information, as if endless power is poured from here into the great miracle of the 'Great Flood'.

However, although the Pillar of Heaven still displays the shape of a pillar at this moment, it has passed the first stage and is no longer a real existence as before. It is just an illusory signpost, an information existence, nothing more.

At this moment, the end of the Pillar of Heaven is not transmitting information and power as in the past. Instead, there is a strange object at the end of the Pillar of Heaven. Vaguely, one can see the image of a suit of armor and a one-handed sword.

It was the weapon that Kang Hao created in the Temple of the Proof of the Gods of Hephaestus and the remaining divine tools in the Temple of Duranghi in Nippur.

According to the feedback from the remains of the god Hephaestus, the two were placed at the end of the Pillar of Heaven to undergo the final tempering with a torrent of pure information and power.

"Interesting, what kind of equipment will be created?" Kang Hao looked at the swords and armors that were constantly being washed inside the Pillar of Heaven with satisfaction, full of anticipation.

"Hmm?" Feeling the information coming from the 'Great Flood', Kang Hao doubtfully moved his gaze from the sword and armor of the Pillar of Heaven to the great miracle that enveloped the entire planet.

One of the seven strange spots that were originally raised expanded at an extremely fast speed.

"Oh, have we met already?"

"Then let me wait and see, the destined godslayer and the alien god that should not exist in the trajectory of fate!"

“I’m really looking forward to it.”

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At this moment, on an unknown land, Saint George, with red hair and wearing red armor, stood in front of a blond white man about twenty years old with a sword in his hand.

The man had a sunny smile on his face, wore a fancy open-collared shirt and ordinary trousers, and carried a long cloth bag on his back.

Salvatore Tony, this is the young man's name, the "Sword King" who leads the magic society in Southern Europe, a 24-year-old Italian.

Just a few years ago, he was just a knight. He became a godslayer by defeating the king of the Danu gods worshipped by the ancient Celts, the god "Silver-armed Nuada", and thus completing the Christmas ritual of the witch Pandora.

He is known as the strongest swordsman in Europe and is respected as the leader by local magicians. He is a warrior who knows nothing except swordsmanship. In the literal sense, he is a true "warrior" who is basically not interested in anything other than fighting. He is also a trouble-making genius who does his own thing.

Tony himself possessed extremely high swordsmanship skills before he became the Demon King, although his magic talent was almost zero. He once studied swordsmanship under Saint Raphael, ILmaestro and Reinhard's original master, and completely mastered his swordsmanship after a month. He was later possessed by Saint George the Disobedient and fought against different gods.

In the end, the spirit of Saint George of the Disobedient was killed by Nuada, the king of the gods Danu. After Tony regained his self-awareness, he defeated Nuada with swordsmanship and usurped his power. Later, he defeated the God of Disobedience summoned by Woban, seized the power and became one of the demons on earth.

At this moment, St. George, guided by Kang Hao, met Salvatore.

"How lucky you are! Are you a swordsman too? The Heroic God of Fullmetal?"

Salvatore grinned cheerfully and greeted the red-haired man holding a sharp blade in front of him.

Saint George looked at the young man in front of him who had a close relationship with his own projection and smiled in response:

"I am indeed a swordsman, but I am not a god."

"In my eyes, there is no other 'god' except my Lord. I am just a mere guard."

"Oh?" Salvatore, who was stretching his body, looked at the red-haired man in front of him in surprise. "Guardian?... Then your master must be a very great being."

"But, speaking of which, why do I feel like you're familiar? Have we met before?"

Salvatore sensed a familiar aura from the man in front of him and asked with a little confusion.

"Strictly speaking, no, but I have indeed moved around in your body before."

St. George thought about it and replied in an affirmative tone.

"My body... You are St. George! No, the breath is wrong," Salvatore keenly perceived some truth from the man's words:

"It's some kind of being that is of the same origin as St. George!"

St. George nodded in appreciation of Salvatore's sharpness and said in a tone of praise and affirmation: "Yes, the name given to this body by God is indeed St. George."

"But it's not just St. George. If you are careless about this, you may die."

"Not just that, St. George?" Salvatore fell into deep thought and began to recall the meager knowledge in his mind. In a sense, this was indeed a bit embarrassing for him.

While Salvatore was thinking, St. George did not make any attacking moves and kept waiting for Salvatore to come to a conclusion and obtain the correct information.

After all, although the body exists as a result of Kang Hao using the divine tools and beliefs of this world as raw materials.

But at this moment, the existence of Saint George, even if there are only some wills cast here, is essentially beyond this man-made world, and even close to the existence of the world where the creator-author of this world exists.

Perhaps, in terms of pure strength, the two are almost the same, but the difference in will is like a chasm.

Therefore, in order to avoid bullying the weak, one can only restrain oneself and strengthen the opponent to the greatest extent, such as vaguely revealing one's own information and so on.

"Snapped"

Suddenly, Salvatore clapped his hands and said, "Forget it, we'll only know about this kind of thing after we fight!"

Well, it turns out that things in the world are never as we wish, although St. George is not a human in every sense of the word.

"Okay, I didn't go to see it this time. It was your choice."

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Volume 2: Those who disobey, divide heaven and man: Chapter 28: The false great saint, the Buddha of fighting (I)

The Earth, which is the outermost atmosphere of a planet, is where Kang Hao, standing outside the planet, enjoys a view of the sky through the miracle of the 'Great Flood' that enveloped the world.