Once upon a time there was a greedy snake

Just say whatever comes to mind. The Snake God won't mind any overstepping of his bounds. Given how easygoing the Snake God is, even if he asks the most outrageous questions or makes the most difficult requests, he probably won't have a problem with it.

However, Hapisa could not conceive of any overly difficult requests, nor would he dare to deliberately make things difficult for the gods.

But there's one question that Habisa has been wanting to ask since earlier.

“Great Serpent God, I have a question.”

Taking a deep breath, Habisa spoke.

"Perhaps I shouldn't ask this question, but I still want to know... It's okay if you don't answer, I'm just curious."

As he said this, Habisa clenched his fist.

"Can gods also die?"

"What are you doing!"

The strongman Setka quickly grabbed Habisa, completely unexpected that the swordsman he had picked up would ask such a question to the gods.

But to Setka's even greater surprise, the serpent god before him actually responded.

"To answer this question, we must first examine what exactly this so-called God you speak of is."

Chapter 151 The Ancient Serpent Answers All Things in the World

Du Yi has been answering questions and resolving doubts recently.

Actually, it was one of the four priests who came up with the idea. The priest wearing a crown seemed to have made a great decision and specifically approached Du Yi to make this request.

"If possible, please meet with those people more often; it will be very helpful to your career."

Du Yi wasn't quite sure where this idea of ​​a "career" came from, but he did quite agree with the idea itself.

After all, after a period of study, he had learned the local dialect again, and he was happy to communicate with more people.

More strangers can bring information from afar, which will help Du Yi understand the world better.

Of course, Du Yi never takes things for free. Since he was able to receive some information from afar, he would naturally offer corresponding compensation—as before, provided that he could provide it or answer the questions. He couldn't possibly be asked to lift a boulder that he himself couldn't move.

However, this problem is still within his ability to answer.

Whether a god can be killed depends mainly on what kind of god you are asking about.

Recalling his past experiences, and with the mindset of not misleading others, Du Yi pondered for a moment before speaking.

"Some gods are like giant monsters, worshipped by some people. These can definitely be killed, it's just a matter of how to kill them... You might not be able to kill them right now, but that's only because you can't beat them, it doesn't mean they can't die."

"However, some gods do not have a physical form; they are merely the direction of people's faith. They may not even exist. These types are more difficult to destroy... Unless you can use a theory to refute everyone and prove that it does not exist, as long as there are still people who believe in it, it is equivalent to still existing, which is equivalent to still being alive."

After speaking, Du Yi felt that he had considered all aspects.

However, out of caution regarding knowledge, Du Yi added another sentence.

"Do you have any more specific questions about this? For example, what kind of god did you encounter, and why did you feel that it was immortal..."

"No, no more."

The swordsman in front of him seemed somewhat timid, and even trembled with fear.

This made Du Yi shake his head repeatedly.

"Be bolder, this won't do... By the way, I haven't asked yet, what's your name?"

"Habizza".

The swordsman quickly spoke up.

"My name is Habiza."

"Habizza..."

Du Yi roughly memorized the name.

"Since Setka brought you here, you must be from the same place. Last time, Setka told me about the fighting on the front lines, so what do you plan to tell me this time?"

"I……"

The swordsman named Habisa was taken aback by the question, but then the excited strongman Setka next to him quickly elbowed Habisa.

Immediately afterwards, Setka pulled Habisa aside and said something.

Although he deliberately lowered his voice, Du Yi's perception of vibrations still allowed him to hear the words that were deliberately suppressed—clearly, this strongman named Setka was so excited that he had even forgotten the rules of coming to see him.

Du Yi will indeed answer questions and provide explanations, and will even be generous with rewards. However, in return, those who come to see him must also bring him information from afar.

"Relax, say whatever you want."

After thinking for a moment, Du Yi added a sentence himself.

"If all else fails, talk about your hometown, tell us about your childhood, how you grew up?"

"This……"

The swordsman named Habisa was clearly taken aback.

But soon, Habisa spoke again.

In Habissa's account, he lived in a city called Heliopolis, but not in the city itself; he farmed outside the city. From a very young age, Habissa longed for life in the holy city and even tried to learn to read, hoping to become a glorious priest.

Without papyrus and ink, he wrote on the ground with twigs. No one taught him to read and write, so he listened to the priests' prayers... In short, it was a very arduous period, but also the most fulfilling period Habiza ever had.

At that time, Habisa truly believed that as long as he studied diligently, he could become a priest of the sun god.

"Until the village chief's son was chosen to enter the holy city."

At this point, the swordsman named Habisa seemed to recall something from the past, and gave a helpless, bitter smile.

It was at that time that Habisa realized that many things cannot be achieved simply by hard work. Accustomed to writing on the ground, he didn't even know how to use papyrus and ink when he first came into contact with them. Without even knowing how to dip a reed pen in ink, the papyrus was quickly covered in smudges, and he was eliminated.

The village chief's son, whose prayers were far inferior to his, was chosen to go to Heliopolis and become a candidate for the priest of the sun god simply because his paper was neat and his sentences were fluent.

However, the reminiscences don't end here.

Although the village chief's son was selected, he was only a candidate. Not long after, Habisa heard that the village chief's son had also been sent back. Yes, in their village, knowing how to use papyrus and writing was already beyond the reach of ordinary people, but in the Holy City, for those candidate priests, it was simply the most basic thing.

At this point, the village chief's son's poor performance in prayer became extremely obvious, and he was sent home before even staying for six months.

"So later I also wondered, what kind of person does the sun god really need?"

At this point, Habisa couldn't help but sigh.

"If the requirement is for someone who can write prayers, then why restrict the use of expensive papyrus and ink? If the requirement is simply for someone who can write, then why are there requirements for the content of the prayers?"

Although he voiced his question, Habisa clearly had no intention of seeking an answer, or rather, in the long life that followed, he had long since stopped caring about the answer to this question.

He simply continued his life of farming, just like his father, and continued to pay rent to the priests, and the days passed by like this.

Until the Temple of the Sun sent them divine water, for the Sun God needed these warriors.

And what happened after that was basically the same as what happened to Setka.

"This is my story."

After saying this, Habisa sighed.

"A very ordinary story, about an ordinary person."

Chapter 152 The Serpent God's Paper and Pen

Even after replying to the serpent god and returning to the city, Habisa was still feeling somewhat dizzy.

He didn't know why he said those things, nor why he had to blurt out all those past events that should have been forgotten long ago—but just now, when the snake god asked him, he suddenly felt that perhaps he should tell.

No matter how ordinary his life was, no matter how common those things were, it was still his past, his history.

The reason we didn't say anything before was simply because no one wanted to listen.

But just now when he met the serpent god, he could sense that the serpent god was willing to listen to his past.

Even if those words were completely meaningless, the snake god was willing to listen to him utter every single word, so that he could finally say all the things that had been bottled up in his heart for who knows how long.

"I just hope the snake god won't hold a grudge against me because of this..."

Thinking of this, Habisa felt a pang of unease.

To be fair, he had a pretty good impression of this snake god, not because the other party was some high and mighty deity, but because it was the first time someone had been willing to listen to him and say those things.

Therefore, he was even more worried that what he said might offend the other party.

However, at that moment, Hercules Setka suddenly appeared and patted him on the shoulder.

"Well done, kid!"

"Could you... not use so much force every time?"

Habisa rubbed his aching shoulder; he had almost had his shoulder blade shattered by the strongman's slap.

However, after turning back, Habisa realized why his opponent's strength had suddenly increased so much.

The strongman Setka returned later than him. After he finished telling his story, the serpent god kept Setka behind and asked him a couple of questions. Clearly, Setka must have said something that interested the serpent god, so Setka was given a full set of armor.

It was a set of heavy leather armor made of hippopotamus hide. While protecting all the key vital points, it also took into account breathability and comfort. Although it looked lightweight, its defensive power was clearly no less than that of bronze armor. But the most crucial part was probably the pair of arm armors covered with bronze.

With these two arm armors, Setka could easily kill people with his bare hands even without using the great axe, and could even simply snatch the opponent's weapon.

"really not bad."

Habisa's eyes were filled with undisguised envy.

This made Setka quite proud.

“I told the Serpent God about the problem when we were fighting, that is, the two-handed axe was always a little lacking when we got closer to the enemy… The great Serpent God told me to go to High Priest Melk myself, and that’s how I got this set of equipment.”

Melk the High Priest, or Melk the Libra, is known as the Demon Lord of Libra in the context of the Sun God.

In any case, these are top-tier figures, far beyond the reach of nobodies like them.

But now, just because he casually uttered a few words to the great Serpent God, such a high and mighty figure has condescended to create such a set of equipment...

"...That's really something."

Habisa finally understood why so many people chose to betray the sun god.

Putting everything else aside, just considering this treatment, it's something these original Sun God warriors never dared to dream of before.

The priests of the sun god would at most prepare some weapons for them, and then let them go out and fight to the death on their own. Even the armor and equipment they wore were mostly stolen from those green-skinned monsters. In a sense, these warriors of the sun god had been using the equipment of the serpent demon army all along, which was undoubtedly ironic.

Now, they've skipped a formality and are directly using the equipment from the Serpent Demon's side.

However, now we should probably start calling it the Snake God.

"really not bad."

Thinking of this, Habisa couldn't help but add another comment.

Although Habisa himself did not receive anything, he knew in his heart that the shocking question he had asked was far more valuable than any equipment—it was something that the priests in the temple would never mention, or even something that no one had ever said before.

And now, just now, a god himself admitted that gods can also be killed.

The latter was already shocking enough, but what's even more astonishing is that it was something a god himself admitted.

"I have a feeling I asked something important... although it's not really of any use to me anyway."

Yes, if it were priests who were well-versed in theology asking this question, they might be able to glean some secrets about the gods. But for an ordinary warrior like him to ask this question, it would only be a whim. Even if he asked this question, it wouldn't make any sense. He couldn't possibly find any god and then go and kill him.

"If I had known, I would have gotten a set of equipment too."

Habisa suddenly felt a little regretful.

He always seems to mess things up at crucial moments, and this isn't the first time. It seems like it happened the last time too, right after he got his hands on that sword...

"Oh, right."

Just then, Hercules Setka suddenly remembered something and reached into his robes to rummage around.

"And your reward, I've also brought it back for you."

"……mine?"

Habisa was taken aback.

"Didn't I already ask the question? Why would there be a reward?"

"I don't know either, maybe it's because the snake god is in a good mood?"