Only God
Chapter 179 - 155 The Sons of God Are Ready

Chapter 179: Chapter 155 The Sons of God Are Ready

Slaier stared at Noen.

He was the god of lies and deceit, not a mind-reading god, He couldn’t tell what Noen was thinking.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Do you want to live a little longer?"

Slaier asked mockingly.

Noen tilted his head skyward.

The night sky, covered in dark clouds, showed no sign of clearing.

The young man’s hands clenched involuntarily.

He was waiting for the mist to dissipate.

Standing aside, Baird pressed his hands on the horns of Casas’s golden bull, twisted fiercely, and snapped the horn off.

Casas cried out in pain several times until Baird detached the horn.

Following Noen’s previous instructions, Baird took up a stone, carefully carving a notch at the tip.

Afterward, Baird handed the golden horn to Noen.

Noen looked down at the horn in his hands, then once again gazed at the night sky.

Slaier realized what he was looking at and glanced upward too.

The god of lies and deceit smiled, He wouldn’t interfere with Noen’s actions, after all, that was part of the contract.

Plus, He felt there was no need.

Because... victory was already in His grasp.

No one knew how long they waited.

The god of lies and deceit watched time march from evening to early morning, yet Noen made no move.

Slaier looked toward them, and with time’s passage, the group following Noen grew increasingly fearful.

Noen fixed his eyes on the dark clouds obscuring the night sky.

...Almost.

Noen muttered.

He saw the massive cloud bank beginning to slowly retreat.

Time ticked away bit by bit.

The vast expanse of the starry sky... began to reveal the tip of the iceberg.

Noen held the golden bull’s horn in his hands.

In this moment, all eyes were on him, on the youth yearning to return home.

Noen moved.

Everyone held their breath in succession, even Slaier narrowed his eyes slightly.

One step, another step.

Noen raised the golden horn to his trembling lips.

He took a deep breath...

And blew with all his might.

Hmmmmm!

A long, sonorous note emerged from the horn.

"So... how will you stand upon the starry sky?"

Slaier sneered inwardly.

Then, the god of lies and deceit saw...

Noen slowly walking toward the lake.

Slaier’s eyes gradually widened.

Noen stepped into the water,

And upon its surface, barely disturbed, the vast starry sky was reflected!

The glorious stars shone amidst the water, competing in radiance.

Beautiful, serene.

The lake seemed like a sea of stars.

It was as though the firmament had inverted, the distant sound of the golden horn playing the only sound that could be heard.

The crowd, who had waited so long, watched the youth standing in the water.

Noen’s figure was so frail, so alone,

Yet with all his strength, he stood upon the starry sky, blowing the golden horn that should not exist!

The slaves didn’t know if the sight was arranged by the gods or a miracle wrought by Noen.

They fell to their knees on the ground, the shadows of fear in their hearts finally dispersing,

The distant sound of Noen’s horn,

Like a beam of light, shining into the darkness.

"We’re saved!"

They cried out loud,

"We’re going to return home!"

Tears streamed down, falling into the earth beneath the night sky.

The sound of the golden horn, was more than just a horn...

It was a youth desperately seeking home, reclaiming a faith lost for three thousand years.

The echoing call of the horn, as if it were saying,

"Lord,"

"The children of God are ready."

No one knew how long he had been playing,

Noen slowly lowered the horn in his hands.

His entire body trembled in the water, tears trailing down the sides of his nose and falling into the lake.

"Slaier,"

"I have fulfilled the contract... now it’s your turn."

Slaier silently watched the scene unfold.

He slowly emerged from the shadows of the trees in the Secret Forest, raising his hands as he walked.

Snap, snap!

The god of lies and trickery clapped his hands, gazing at the boy in the water,

"You’ve surprised all the divine, Noen,"

Slaier said slowly.

Noen could tell that this divine being’s voice held no mockery.

"Well, it’s your turn to fulfill the contract,

God of truth and contracts, Slaier."

Slaier didn’t answer immediately, His gaze swept over the people present, finally resting on Casas, who had been transformed into a Gold Bull.

"However, a legendary story always requires sacrifice.

Please let me think, how should one turn a Gold Bull back into a human?"

There was a hint of mockery in Slaier’s words.

As if He had not experienced defeat, only Noen and his party had.

The boy turned his face to look at Slaier.

"Do you remember the first contract?

You were to bring us to the Ancient Kingdom unharmed."

Slaier’s eyes widened slowly.

He stared directly at Noen.

"Noble Slaier,"

Noen faced the god of lies and deception,

The boy said with a smile:

"After all, when making a contract, one must be extremely careful, better not to err even one word."

Slaier was momentarily stunned, lost for words.

Those had been His own words when He first met this party in the desert.

"Interesting, interesting!"

Slaier held his belly and burst into laughter.

He had not anticipated being played like this, the trap set for mortals now ensnaring Himself.

And He was unaware of it.

A fleeting look of resentment flashed through the eyes of the god of lies and trickery, but it quickly vanished.

"Fortunately, I have the power to fulfill the contract."

Slaier walked steadily toward Casas, who had become the Gold Bull,

"Otherwise, suicide would be the only escape."

Slaier said, making a grimace at the people.

The party did not relax at all; instead, the grimace sent a chill down their spines.

Compared to the many aloof gods who disregarded everything, this deity was far too dangerous.

Slaier produced a miraculous object from His bosom, a pale grey bell.

The god of lies and deception muttered incantations, spells spilling from His mouth, and soon after, He shook the bell near Casas’s ear.

Casas listened to the sound of the bell, feeling dizzy.

The muscles in his neck, shoulders, or back shrank from being swollen, his body once on all fours slowly rose upright, the gold fur receded, returning to the original fluffy fur of the Three-eyed Ape People, and his limbs returned to normal.

Casas touched his face in disbelief; he truly had changed back.

Noen approached Casas, handing the Gold Bull horn over to Casas’s hands.

Casas looked at Noen, not saying a word, but smiled.

Noen also smiled; he knew that Casas shared his joy.

At that moment, Slaier clapped His hands, drawing everyone’s attention.

"Congratulations, mortals."

Noen and his party looked straight at Slaier, who then bowed gracefully, saying unruffled:

"I hope you pack up by tomorrow morning."

The party nodded slightly.

"Make sure you’re on time; I won’t wait,"

Slaier humorously said,

"But according to the contract,

even if you’re late, I will still wait."

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