Chapter 489: 5. Slaying Gods
Translator: 549690339
âWho are you?â
âWhy donât you distribute the gold and silver treasures to help others?â That person asked coldly.
â Step by step. The logic behind this is not that simple. Regarding the refugees, we have already coordinated with the mortal countries in various places to settle them. Perhaps we have not taken care of them, but we have never ignored them. â
âMortals?â
That person couldnât help but sneer. â As expected of the high and mighty Pope. Those people have all become mortals? Why did he call her that? What right do you have to look down on those people?â
He suddenly glanced at Bishop Ye Lingfeng beside the Pope. Ye Lingfeng understood what he meant and immediately stabbed the tip of the dagger into the Popeâs shoulder.
Instantly, the Pope let out a miserable scream, but he was covered by a hand, so he didnât make much noise.
This stab did not only hurt his physical body, but also his avatar, his life level, and his Life Providence.
What kind of dagger was this?
How could such a dagger exist in the human world?
Immediately after, the man slapped him.
The Pope felt a sharp pain as he fell from his chair. His hair was white and his body was trembling.
Bang!
The man did not show any mercy. He stepped on his face and looked down at him with a devilish smile.
The Pope did not panic. He sighed and said, ââlf my guess is correct, you should be fugitives from overseas who have landed on the south bank, right?
We immediately arranged for people to help you. Why should you bite the hand that feeds you?â
âSave?
Repaying kindness with enmity?
What favor?
We fled here with tens of thousands of refugees. I thought that I would have a good life, but what about you?
They only gave us the most ordinary houses and the most ordinary food, but they live in palaces and eat delicious food. Do they really think we are beggars?â The Pope was rendered speechless by these words, not knowing what to say.
â We came from another continent, â the man said. â There are monsters that bully us on that continent. Thatâs why we escaped here after a narrow escape.
But who would have thought that we would still be treated like this by you? â
The Pope was stunned. How did he treat you?â
The man was stunned by the question and said coldly,âYou should have given up all vour assets and evervthinz to help us.
You didnât just give us the most ordinary houses and the most ordinary food. Youâre looking down on us!
No, you look down on everyone, and you still talk about mortal countries!
Do you think youâre not a mortal?â
âWhat do you want?â the Pope sighed.
The man was about to speak again when a voice came from below the stone steps.
Donât be so long-winded. Just kill him. After that, we still have to deal with the Doomsday Pope at the banquet.
When the Pope heard the name â Doomsday Pope â, he suddenly became furious. His white hair trembled as he shouted hoarsely, ââWhy?
The number of people she has saved and helped in her life is more than the number of rice you have eaten. What qualifications do you haveâŠâ
Bang!
He stomped down again.
âQualification?
People like you who treat ordinary people as mortals still have the cheek to ask
The man looked at the Popeâs white hair that was wet with tears. He sneered and mercilessly stepped on the Popeâs neck.
Soon, someone stepped forward and tore off the Popeâs face, starting to make a human skin mask.
The others began to discuss.
âI heard that the Pope of Doomsday is quite beautiful. Why donât you take her under your wing? Us nine brothers share blessings and hardships together. Wouldnât it be good to enjoy it together when the time comes?
â You want to keep a woman as your mistress? Eighth Brother, are you a bootlicker? â
âBeat her until she kneels at our feet. That way, she wonât be a bootlicker.â
â We need to take control of this huge faction. The nine of us are all outstanding transmigrators. We managed to escape from the terrifying encirclement of those monsters in the Southern ContinentâŠBrothers are united, and their sharp edge can cut through gold. Letâs work together for a better future.â
At the mention of monsters, the few of them fell silent.
It was too terrifying.
It was too powerful.
It made people unable to raise the slightest desire to resist.
This side was still better.
Suddenly, someone said,
âBig brother, if we take control of the temple, do we really have to give away all our assets?â
âOf course, we have to help the ordinary people. But âŠâ In the darkness, a tall figure pondered for a moment. â But other than the villagers who fled with us, are the others considered humans?
Obediently listen to us. We know people.
Otherwise, youâre not even considered a person. Whatâs the point of helping?
âBig brother is right. There is no difference between mortals and nobles in this world. There were only humans and non-humans. We only know people, otherwise, we are not people.â
âThatâs right. A man should step on the Bone Mountain and decide the life and death of a country with a single word.
Those who dare to destroy the beauty of this world,
Even if we have to kill a hundred thousand, a million, or even ten million people, we have to make them realize their mistakes.â
âBig brother, isnât this bad? After all, they have flesh and bloodâŠâ
âFlesh and blood?
Old Seven, remember, we are not saints.
If you donât get rid of the roots, the grass will grow again in the spring breeze.
âThose who are hostile to us are no longer human. They must die. Their families and countries must be buried with us.
Otherwise, what should we do if we become enemies in the future?â
âThatâs right, Old Seven. Do you think youâre the only one who has a benevolent heart?
Do you think that youâre the only one whoâs smart and everyone else is a fool, so youâre different from us?â
âWe are the main characters of this era. With the nine of us together, as long as we wait for a period of time, we will definitely be able to lie still and become stronger and stronger. Then, we will be able to defeat those monsters.
âAt that time, we can even blow up this world, destroy the mountains and rivers, shatter the world, and shatter the universe. Everyone will die under our power.
However, we wonât die. We have to transcend this universe.â
â The banquet is about to begin. Letâs get ready. As long as we subdue the Pope, this continent will be ours. â
But Iâve heard many voices along the way. They all say that the Pope of Doomsday is actually quite goodâŠâ
âNot bad?
Old Seven, did you hear that sheâs pretty, so you want to be a bootlicker?
Weâve already killed the Pope, so naturally weâll have to kill her as well.
If she doesnât die, what if she becomes our enemy one day?
If you really pity her, then let her experience the beauty of love before she dies. This way, she can die without regrets.
Presumably, people like her never knew what love was.
Letting her understand before she dies can be considered the highest grace.â
â The Pope of Doomsday is a god on this continent. Itâs said that heâs the embodiment of the gods âfaith. Today, weâll slaughter the gods! â
âGod Slayer!â
âGod Slayer!â
âGod Slayer!â
When he said this word, everyone quieted down, and their eyes flickered with a burning light.
The gods were high and mighty, so they should kill her. Only then could the world be peaceful and bright.
The nine of them felt their blood boil. âFor the sake of the world!â
âFor peace!â âKill them!â
âKill them!â
âKill them!â
These nine transmigrators had gone through many difficulties and stood out from the many Remnants. They had many trump cards that others could not imagine. With such trump cards, the many spies of the Death Temple, such as Bishop Ye Lingfeng, and the analysis and understanding of the power of the Pope of Doomsday, as well as the fact that the banquet hall just happened to deviate from the Twelve Metal Colossi Formation of the Death Temple, it was enough.
As for why there was a spy.
The mysterious power hidden in the golden finger and the ambition of the human heart could interweave betrayal, conspiracy, and the darkest hypocrisy.
The Hall of the World.
The black bishop had finished his report.
Water Deity had already arrived and was accompanying the Pope of Doomsday to attend the banquet.
Xia Xiaosuâs heart was calm. When she passed by the corridor, she reached out and picked up a six-edged snowflake from the vast sea of snow. She felt the cold melting.
She suddenly remembered that a thousand years ago, in the imperial palace of the ancient Shang Dynasty, there was a princess carrying a lunch box and a prince reciting scriptures in seclusion.
The two of them were weak and helpless, living an ignoble existence in the treacherous palace of one son.
Although it was dark, it was still warm because of each other.
That warmth was unforgettable.
The snow was similar year after year, but in the blink of an eye, everything was the same and people were different.
Brother .
Are you still alive?
You âŠ. Are you alright?
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