Chapter 1110 - 523: Divine and Godslayer

Chapter 1110: Chapter 523: Divine and Godslayer

What grand drama, what fishing, what players and pawns, none of it is meaningful.

Herbert has arrived.

He only wishes to help those frightened mortals of the Northern Lands, to seek justice from the lofty Divine beings.

Either you apologize yourself, or I will assist you in making amends.

And on the last day of the deadline, the Divine and the Godslayer met.

At the moment of dawn breaking, a blood-red meteor streaked across the horizon, rushing towards the snow-capped mountains at an extraordinary speed.

Yet just as it was about to collide with the mountain, it suddenly halted, hanging motionless in the air.

After the figure steadied itself, a moment later, the tearing sound of crimson wings cutting through the air came belatedly.

The sound had not arrived, but the person was already there.

"...Hmm?"

The Divine, seated amidst the mountains, realized this as well and slowly opened its eyes.

In the confused gaze of the God of Sand and Stone, Herbert arrived before Him, alone.

Why did he come?

And why is he alone?

Of course, the God of Sand and Stone knew this figure, having personally witnessed Herbert’s presence in the City of Radiance, which left quite an impression.

In His heart, He held some regard for this overly young Godslayer, but mostly a sense of disdain that seemed only natural.

—Just a fortunate mortal favored by the Sun God, nothing special.

As a Divine being, He was well aware of the criteria by which Godslayers are chosen, understanding that it is not as complicated as legend suggests.

Aside from extraordinary talent, the rest might only be that the Devotee’s soul aligned pleasingly, or perhaps it was merely a whim that He happened to notice the mortal.

For a Divine Favorer, talent is necessary, but luck is even more important.

The God of Sand and Stone could not help but feel that such a lucky individual was not qualified to converse with Him.

However, Herbert was after all openly associated with that brutal Sun God as a Devotee, so He had to show some face.

Thus, the colossal Sandstone Giant spoke.

"Mortal, why have you come?"

The giant’s voice boomed like thunder across the sky, echoing among the snow-covered mountains, stirring up fierce winds, even toppling some snowcaps, causing a minor avalanche.

This mighty divine presence, nothing more.

If any mortal of this world witnessed this scene, they could not help but marvel at the Divine’s power.

This is the power of the Divine!

But Herbert was not intimidated by the spectacle.

He even found it somewhat unimpressive, casting only a fleeting glance before withdrawing his gaze.

Not bad, but just average.

This act is a bit too deliberate.

Let me teach you how to truly make an impression!

Crimson wings unfurled behind Herbert, gracefully and lightly hovering over the peaks, unaffected by the avalanche.

He did not mention anything about the avalanche, as if he hadn’t noticed the minor action, merely gazed indifferently at the Divine and stated:

"You know why I have come."

Herbert had already prepared what would follow in the conversation.

You are here.

I am here.

You shouldn’t have come.

But I am already here.

Yes, this is how you make an impression.

However, Herbert prepared his stance, but the Divine did not follow the script.

"..."

The God of Sand and Stone silently contemplated, squinting, and slightly swayed its massive body, leaning forward, the shadow blocking out the sun, shrouding Herbert completely.

The Giant lowered its head, gazing at the insignificant mortal, and slowly said, "So, do you now represent those mortals?"

Hmm, another uncooperative one!

"You could say that."

Yet, Herbert had grown used to this world’s inability to cooperate, his expression unchanged, calmly saying, "However, you seem to misunderstand something. I have always represented mortals, never any other stance."

"If I must choose between the Divine and mortals, I will always stand with mortals."

The God of Sand and Stone frowned after hearing this, slowly stating, "Even as a Divine Favorer? Do you not understand your identity?"

Hearing His retort, Herbert finally smiled — for the God of Sand and Stone to ask this represented that He had already fallen into his rhythm.

"Why shouldn’t I?"

He curved his lips slightly, countering, "If even the Divine I worship cannot understand my thoughts, then why should I worship it?"

At this moment, the Godslayer’s eyes were devoid of laughter.

He stared with an eerily calm gaze at the towering Divine before him.

"Tell me, when that time comes, would it... still be worthy of my devotion?"

"Would it still have the right to make me bow in reverence?"

Compared to the Divine’s thunderous and terrifying voice, the mortal’s voice was not loud, even gentle.

But it was such a sigh-like voice that did not dissipate in the raging winds and snow, instead growing louder, echoing fiercely in the Divine’s ear.

"..."

The God of Sand and Stone fell silent.

He quietly watched the mortal before Him, once again sensing the terrifying nature of the other.

The words just spoken... were utterly blasphemous.

If the Divine does not understand you, it is not worthy of worship?

Foolish mortal, have you made a mistake?

Would the Divine change because of a mortal’s thoughts?