I Slay Gods and Demons in the Deceit Night
Chapter 696 - 403: I! Transmigrator! Child of Destiny! _2

Chapter 696: Chapter 403: I! Transmigrator! Child of Destiny! _2

But as for the so-called attendants, a large portion of them are used as sacrifices, as food for All Gods to consume.

This is not a secret; it is widely known, nothing unusual!

In the eyes of the Human Clan from the Holy Land, this is considered a great honor!

Only the luckiest individuals are deemed worthy of becoming sacrifices, of becoming part of the gods!

Back then, his father, his elder brother, his closest friend, and the neighbor girl he admired all became sacrifices. At the time, he too felt joyful.

Later, he broke through the Refining Essence Realm and became a guard of the Temple, bringing glory to his family.

He sent the fathers, brothers, wives, sons, daughters, close friends, and loved ones of others, one by one, up to the peaks to become blood food for the Divine Generals.

He never witnessed with his own eyes the scene of those people being devoured alive.

But he was once ordered to clean up the aftermath, to disperse the shattered bones, flesh remnants, and lingering Yin Qi left behind after their souls were consumed.

And quite a few of his Refining Essence Realm colleagues would occasionally be devoured on the spot by crazed Divine Generals as blood food.

All this had become commonplace for him.

He had even thought that one day, perhaps he might have the honor to become part of the gods himself.

Until one day, his son was chosen.

It was he who personally sent his son up the mountain.

That night, he was ordered to stand guard outside the hall.

Perhaps because it involved his own flesh and blood, he couldn’t resist the urge to glance inside the hall.

And then, he saw his child being torn open, his chest and abdomen split apart, eaten bit by bit.

It was supposed to be the greatest honor!

Yet he couldn’t stop his limbs from trembling in cold sweat!

Perhaps it was that night that marked the beginning of his madness!

He began to question whether these so-called gods were truly protecting the Human Clan or merely rearing them like livestock.

This was blasphemous, a heretical thought of sacrilege. For this, he repented day and night, even harming himself to maintain his "clarity" and punish his "outrageousness".

Until not long ago, the Great Saint of Beishan emerged from seclusion and held a banquet to invite various "gods."

As a guard escorting sacrificial blood food, he stood outside the hall, listening to the conversations inside, and suddenly awakened.

There were others outside the Holy Land who belonged to the Human Clan—Human Clan who didn’t bow to the Great Saint of Beishan!

In other words, the Great Saint of Beishan was NOT the creator of the Human Clan!

Furthermore, in the place known as Taixuan Divine Mountain, it seemed the Human Clan there possessed the ability to rival these beings who proclaimed themselves gods within the Holy Land!

In other words, he was nothing more than a reared animal!

Until two days ago, a seemingly young outsider from the Human Clan broke into the Holy Land and treated the so-called divine offspring and the protector Divine Generals like mere pigs and dogs, slaughtering them effortlessly!

With earth-shaking power, he nearly obliterated this Holy Land!

It turned out humans could kill gods!

He mustered the greatest courage of his life, approached the god-slayer, and received the hope he longed for.

The middle-aged man bowed his head, looking at the incense-filled treasured bottle in his arms, silently saying to himself: "Humans... can kill gods..."

And behind him, a timid voice reached his ears.

"Divine Envoy... can we really see the true visage of the gods?" asked a girl, no older than six, her wide eyes filled with anticipation.

"Yes," he replied.

The middle-aged man nodded.

Immediately after, the children behind him broke into cheers.

These six hundred boys and six hundred girls were all under the age of eight.

But the beliefs instilled in them from a young age had already taken deep root.

To see the gods was considered the highest honor.

Even as they climbed the mountain, their families—parents, siblings, and neighbors—beat gongs and drums in a grand celebratory display.

"The people of this Holy Land, they are all sick," the middle-aged man’s gaze turned solemn.

He had once thought that on the night his son was devoured, it was he himself who had fallen ill, who had completely lost his sanity.

But now, he began to understand—it might not be him who was sick but the Holy Land itself.

And the root of the sickness lay in the Great Saint of Beishan, in this entire Holy Land!

He recalled from long ago how some members of the Human Clan, branded as "lost to madness," had dared to harbor blasphemous thoughts.

In those tales, these people were deluded, fell into demonic ways, and were despised by all.

But now, upon reflection, perhaps it wasn’t they who were mad but they who were "healed."

Only, he was luckier than them.

Those forebears, after awakening, faced wholesale slaughter.

Alternatively, they might choose to live their lives in quiet despair, meeting their ends in fear and hopelessness.

If it hadn’t been for that Human Race Saint Master personally shattering the Holy Land... he might have simply been the latter, spending a lifetime paralyzed by fear and despair, powerless to act.

But now, the Human Race Saint Master had given him new hope!

His gaze grew increasingly complex, and internally, he understood that his life was nearing its end.

But the Human Clan of this Holy Land might finally find liberation.

——

Atop the main peak, the grand hall was no more.

The immense Kui Bull crouched on its lone hoof, pressing its entire abdomen against the ground.

Its eyes flickered, with Thunder Light sparking within.

The Human Race Saint Master had rampaged through the Holy Land, leaving behind significant devastation.

As the Master of the Holy Land, its injuries were severe.

In the past two days, by devouring humans and refining incense, it had suppressed the worst of its wounds.

Meanwhile, people from all over were sent to repair the Holy Land’s damages, fill Abyssal fissures, and rebuild structures—an alternate method of recuperation.

"Once the incense converges completely and is fully refined, the injuries will recover significantly."

The Great Saint of Beishan thought this with boundless resentment.

It already understood that the one who attacked the Holy Land was the Human Race Saint Master.

It had gone to attack Taixuan Divine Mountain but had not anticipated the Saint Master would strike its home base instead.