Chapter 1117 - 525: Death of the Divine

Chapter 1117: Chapter 525: Death of the Divine

"No!!!"

Among the snowy mountains, the God of Sand and Stone’s expression changed drastically, the madness in his fierce eyes disappeared, leaving only panic and fear.

No!

The God of Martyrdom holding that notorious, terrifying Divine Artifact blocking his doorway needed no further explanation.

He wants to kill me!

The God of Sand and Stone looked at the solemn expression of the God of Martyrdom, his heart trembled, and instinctively wanted to flee.

At this moment, he really wanted to ask a question——"Hey, can we reconcile now?"

But, even the God of Sand and Stone himself knew all too well that these words were probably spoken in jest.

Even if he admitted his mistake now and promised never to repeat it, the other party would most likely not let him go.

He had violated the previous pact with the True Gods on one hand and acted without regard for the mortals as his true self on the other.

Especially the second time, he had signed an overwhelmingly favorable, unequal bet with Herbert, but shamelessly chose to break the pact after failing.

After these two incidents, his already limited credibility with the God of Martyrdom was completely lost.

But the God of Sand and Stone had his own thoughts too.

How was I to know things would turn out this way?!

If he had known how things would end up, knowing the result, he definitely wouldn’t have violated the pact and would have honestly accepted reality before departing.

How did it come to this... Right, it’s all his fault!

"Herbert!"

He resentfully looked at the paladin in front of him, radiating Holy Light as if bathed in righteousness, and roared through clenched teeth.

"You actually set me up!!?"

He hadn’t expected that behind the seemingly upright actions of the other party lay so many shadowy tactics!

Only at this moment did he finally understand.

From the beginning, the other party had been scheming against him, setting him up.

Indeed.

In this instant, the God of Sand and Stone again felt that familiar sensation of the world targeting him, that blatant malice.

He had been set up!

It was all Herbert’s conspiracy.

"What are you saying? Can this still be considered a setup?"

After being attacked so maliciously, Herbert laughed and shook his head, shrugged, and said innocently: "I did indeed make some preparations, but those actions were all undeniably open strategies."

"I made great concessions, offered you superior conditions, even imposed restrictions only on myself; what was my ultimate aim? Was it expecting you to violate the pact in the end?"

["Actually, yes."]

["I am indeed so despicable! I’m just trying to lure you into making a mistake!"]

Before Herbert could answer, someone directly spoke his mind within him.

["Herbert, didn’t I say it right?"]

"Shh, don’t mess around, I’m about to begin my performance."

The actor is now building up emotion, don’t disrupt.

Besides, why blurt out such blunt truths?

Saying it well, don’t say it again in the future.

Herbert wasn’t disturbed by Nenasha, his expression solemn, eyes heavy and sorrowful, as he sighed forcefully.

"Absolutely not!"

"I was clearly hoping, expecting a noble presence like yours to show mercy to us pitiful mortals, to give us a chance."

"Even if it’s an unfair chance, it doesn’t matter, as long as a great divine like you is willing to lower your lofty head and heed our humble pleas, all my sacrifices are worth it."

He faced the gazes of countless individuals, spoke sorrowfully, like a tragic hero, narrating his "true" thoughts.

The helpless whispers of the Godslayer moved all the mortals watching this scene.

The weak ones deeply empathized with Herbert’s words of helplessness and heartache.

That is the weakness and powerlessness of mortals.

Us mortals, in order to receive fair treatment, would even willingly give up our entitled benefits to earn divine sympathy.

This is our mortal wish, over countless ages.

In past history, although there were strikingly talented mortals who emerged from all beings, slaying divine beings and even trampling them underfoot.

But soon after, these mortal Godslaying Heroes would transform, stride toward the heavens, becoming new divine beings.

For countless years, in cycle after cycle, the world’s structure seemed never to change.

And now, finally, a powerful figure willing to face divine beings for the sake of mortals has appeared.

They were thrilled, delighted.

And those strong enough heard different emotions in Herbert’s words—anger and dissatisfaction.

We have conceded so much, and yet, how have the divine treated us?

Betrayal.

Time after time, they have betrayed mortals’ trust and expectations!

How greedy will you be before you are content?

How far will you push us before you’re willing to let us go?

Meanwhile, Herbert also said the following words.

As if echoing the emotions within the hearts of the strong, Herbert’s demeanor shifted, his eyes turned from helplessness to sharpness.

"So, faced with all my efforts, what have you done?"

He calmly and majestically gazed at the divine being before him, who was growing frantic from impending death, finally shedding his false facade.

After losing the dignity that comes with the identity of a divine being, he appeared so pathetic.

"You trampled on my wish, tore apart my expectations of you with your own hands."