Once upon a time there was a greedy snake

Chapter 171 Tomb of the Gods

Du Yi has always been someone who accepts his fate and will strive to improve his life even after turning into a snake.

So in many situations, he doesn't actually think about where he came from.

However, the eagle-headed man's statement forced this question to his attention. According to the eagle-headed man, or rather, the so-called gods behind him, his existence, his enormous serpentine body, and his almost limitless growth in size were actually related to those ancient gods who had been lost to time.

In other words, what Du Yi encountered might not be the time-travel or reincarnation story that has been popular for decades, where a human body dominates a snake's body. It is more likely that this was a man-made phenomenon.

"This……"

Du Yi's thoughts immediately became chaotic.

Who am I? Where did I come from? Where am I going? These are the three most classic questions about life. As for where to go, Du Yi didn't really care. He didn't have any other ambitions anyway; he was just happy to have enough to eat.

So that's where the problem lies.

Who exactly is he? Where did he come from?

The name Horus that the falcon-headed man was referring to... Du Yi had at least heard of Horus before; the ancient Egyptian sun god, who also had a falcon's head and a human body, was common knowledge to Du Yi.

But that's where the problem lies.

The falcon-headed man before them only said that he inherited the name of Horus, without admitting that he was Horus himself.

"So...this isn't actually ancient Egypt?"

Du Yi vaguely sensed this.

Or perhaps, he had already sensed something was amiss. After all, even if he knew very little about ancient Egypt, he at least knew that no one in ancient Egypt could possibly level up or gain experience by grinding. He had initially thought that such a thing was probably a product of wild imagination, like the fire magic of the Ignivas, but now it seemed...

"This world seems a bit strange."

After listening to the eagle-headed man's account, Du Yi became even more certain of this.

However, not all the questions remain unanswered. Clearly, all the answers are hidden in that so-called tomb of the annihilated gods.

Where is that tomb?

Du Yi immediately became curious.

The four priests were also intrigued.

Originally, they were just serving the gods. How could they have imagined that one day they would hear about the secrets of becoming gods—and it seemed that anyone who went to the tomb of the gods became a god.

If they also find the tomb of the god, could they also...?

"Say it!"

With his large sword in hand, Satek immediately resumed the torture.

"Where exactly is that tomb of the gods?"

"Even if you kill me, I won't tell."

This time, Ujat, the sun god with the head of an eagle and the body of a man, simply stubbornly refused to comply, vowing to fight to the death.

"That is the dwelling place of the gods, the eternal homeland. Even if you kill me, I will never tell you where it is!"

"Okay, then I won't ask."

Du Yi nodded.

The four priests also raised their weapons.

"Did you hear that! The snake god said He wouldn't ask... wait, why wouldn't He ask?"

The four priests quickly turned around, their eyes filled with confusion as they looked at the enormous serpent body—they had already gotten the key information out of him, the sun… this foolish eagle-headed man had even revealed such secret information as the Tomb of the Gods. If they continued to torture him, the chance to become a god was practically within reach!

Why did they stop asking questions at this crucial moment?

"You guys are still too young."

Faced with the four priests' doubts, Du Yi simply shook his head.

“A long, long time ago, back when I could fill my stomach by eating saber-toothed tigers, I would prepare antelopes for them in order to bring them into my hunting range… Do you understand what I’m talking about?”

The four priests had no idea what was going on, how they had started reminiscing about the past, and even how it had gotten to the saber-toothed tiger.

Weren't we talking about the Tomb of the Gods? How come we're talking about food again?

"What I mean is, can't you guys really see this is a trap?"

Looking at the four priests in front of him, Du Yi was filled with disappointment and frustration.

"You believe him just because he says so? Would you believe him if he said he was your father?"

"This... doesn't seem so bad?"

The four priests exchanged glances; none of them saw anything wrong with what he said.

Having a god as their father, even though he was just a foolish eagle-headed man, made them all demigods, since this eagle-headed man had once been the sun god.

Could this really be a bad thing?

"You guys... never mind."

Du Yi decisively gave up on communicating. The four priests had already been misled by the idea of ​​the divine tomb—but he could understand it. If he hadn't been a frequent hunter, he probably would have taken the bait too.

After all, this kind of thing involves where he came from, and even who he really is, so how could he not care?

But Du Yi, a seasoned hunter, knew better than anyone that the more you care, the less you should care. Otherwise, if you get carried away and go to an unknown place all by yourself, or even to an unknown area pointed out to you by a defeated enemy, you might not even know how you died.

Compared to reckless actions driven by passion, Du Yi prefers to solve problems in a safe manner.

such as……

"Did you just say that your father is that giant god?"

Du Yi narrowed his eyes.

"Here's what we'll do: have your father bring everything he can. As for what to bring, let him decide for himself. Anyway, once he's here, you can leave."

"If he doesn't come..."

Du Yi opened his mouth, revealing the gold toothpick inside.

That was originally the golden spear of judgment belonging to the sun god Ujat, but now it had become a tool for Du Yi to pick his teeth—but this thing was just a toothpick to Du Yi. If he really spat it out, it would be no problem to nail a hawk-headed man to death.

However, in the eyes of the sun god Ujat, what truly terrified him was that gaping maw.

Facing that gaping maw, the sun god Ujat broke out in a cold sweat.

"Why didn't I fall for it?"

Just now, when he revealed the news of the God's Tomb, he really intended to tough it out for a while, take the ancient serpent there, and then use the secrets of the God's Tomb to kill the ancient serpent—after all, it was the burial ground of the annihilated gods, and even for the gods of today, it was an extremely dangerous place, a place where every step could be considered a death trap.

But Ujat, the sun god, never expected that the ancient serpent would see right through his thoughts.

"Looks like I'm still not evil enough..."

Faced with unprecedented terror and evil, the sun god Ujat could only place his hopes on the gods behind him.

Or, we should also include his followers.

"At least we need to get out of here first, get away from this evil ancient serpent."

Thinking this, the sun god Ujat once again prostrated himself on the ground, resuming the posture of being pressed against the ground, almost beaten to death.

And when he closes his eyes, when he feels with his heart.

He heard once again the prayers of the believers in the distance.

Chapter 172 The Holy City of the Sun

Heliopolis, the Holy City of the Sun.

In the magnificent temple, Habisa, dressed in a white robe, was worshipping the great sun god under the guidance of Sennet. Prayers praising the sun god flowed effortlessly from his lips—but the more he recited, the more uneasy Habisa felt.

One reason is that Senette is too high-profile. After all, she is the wife of the war-mongering priest Hathorunu. Hathorunu is still on the front lines, yet Senette is openly seen with him. If Hathorunu hears about this, who knows how much trouble will ensue.

But more importantly, it concerns the Snake God.

Eight days have passed since the day Sennett said the sun god killed the serpent god, and in those eight days, he has not received a single piece of news about the serpent god.

Was that battle between gods a loss or a victory?

"Of course, the Sun God won!"

Hearing that Habisa was still worried about the soldiers at the front, Senette took his arm.

"The midday sun will cleanse all evil; how could that wicked ancient serpent possibly withstand it?"

It seemed to be true. Senette even gave the reason for the lack of news—even if the evil ancient serpent had been punished by the gods, the four demon lords who were backed by the ancient serpent would keep it a secret. After all, if the news of the serpent demon's death were to spread, the newly established serpent demon empire would probably collapse on the spot.

However, there is a problem with this statement.

"Why weren't those four... Demon Lords punished by the gods?"

Habisa suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"Hasn't the sun god swept away all evil?"

"This is the test that the sun god has left for his followers."

Senette said this with an air of self-righteousness on her face.

Yes, if the gods have already defeated the gods, then the believers must also defeat the believers. If these priests, who are backed by the sun god, can't even handle a group of green-skinned monsters who have lost their gods, then it can only mean that they are too useless and don't even have the right to worship the sun god.

After all, the fact that the sun god himself intervened meant that these believers were powerless in the war.

Therefore, as loyal believers of the sun god, they wanted to wash away their shame with victory and prove their worth with the lives of their enemies.

The great counter-offensive is about to begin.

"Then I should hurry back to the front lines..."

Habisa was in a state of turmoil. At this moment, he wished he could return to the front line immediately—even though he knew in his heart that if the Serpent God really fell, it would be meaningless for him to return to the front line, but he still wanted to do something.

However, Senette, who was beside him, showed no intention of releasing him.

"You're no longer a divine warrior, why are you still going to the front lines?"

Senette said this.

"Just stay here and keep me company. If you really want battle merits, I'll find a way for you."

Habisa wanted to say that what he wanted was not military merit at all, but he couldn't say it out loud. Habisa even thought about whether he should just find an opportunity to escape under the cover of darkness. However, after trying a few times, Habisa found that in this holy city full of priests, running away rashly was almost tantamount to courting death.

Yes, he could handle one or two priests with his amazing swordsmanship, but after those one or two priests fell, two hundred or even two thousand priests would come to hunt him down. Once the city gates were closed and the roads were locked, he would really have nowhere to go.

"This……"

It was at this moment that Habisa realized with astonishment that he seemed to have unknowingly walked into a dead end with no room to maneuver.

"If Setka were in this situation, what would he do?"

Habisa couldn't help but think of that extremely perceptive warrior. At least in his experience, the strongman Setka's predictions had never been wrong. If that powerful warrior were in this situation, he would definitely be able to come up with a solution...

No, if it were Zetka, he wouldn't have let himself end up in this situation.

If it were the Sethka with his keen sense of smell, he would have realized the danger before it happened, instead of stepping into an opportunity recklessly like he did.

Now, he has indeed obtained the intelligence, but he no longer has the possibility of leaving.

"Am I really going to live like this for the rest of my life?"

As night fell, Habisa stared blankly at his sword.

Actually, living like this for the rest of his life isn't necessarily a bad thing. At least he has enjoyed a wonderful life that he had never enjoyed before—of course, this comes at the cost of his freedom. But did he ever have freedom before?

It seems like stopping here is enough; there's no need to fight anymore. He has achieved everything he never dared to dream of before, and it's time to rest and enjoy life.

"Perhaps this is a gift from fate, a sweet reward after hardship..."

Such thoughts, like weeds, grew wildly in Habisa's mind.

"Besides, the Serpent God is already dead... wait a minute."

It was at this moment that Habisa suddenly paused.

Even if the serpent god has perished, he still wants to retrieve his calligraphy practice book and charcoal pencil. If the serpent god has truly perished, then the calligraphy practice book and charcoal pencil are the last relics left to him by the serpent god—regardless of whether the serpent god is evil or chaotic in the eyes of others, at least for him, the serpent god once listened attentively to his past.

Even for this reason, Habisa couldn't find fault with the serpent god, and the relics left behind by the serpent god were treasures he needed to remember.