Only God
Chapter 191 - 165: Son of Hiris

Chapter 191: Chapter 165: Son of Hiris

Shanon, a demigod, the son of Hiris, the god of mountains and craftsmanship.

Even though he was extremely brave, his intelligence was not worth praising.

He was confident in his invincibility, but arrogance is often the most lethal weakness.

Those four agile hooves were tied with hemp ropes by raiders and hung from a high mast, looking ridiculous, and his plight was pitiable.

Shanon’s face was flush, his hooves flailed wildly, and the wounded raiders were determined to subject this centaur to a humiliating death.

They debated whether to first chop off his strong horse legs or gouge out his "big brother."

Shanon roared at the raiders, but it was in vain.

Before being captured, he had fought dozens of raiders and had personally taken the lives of several.

That was why the raiders hated Shanon even more.

The bound Druids sadly watched Shanon, this brave yet imprudent centaur would ultimately turn into a skeleton in the dust.

Noen saw everything.

He and his attendant, Xilan, leading camels, walked into the mountain stronghold pretending to be merchants from afar.

The raiders didn’t suspect them; after all, it wasn’t uncommon to see Three-eyed Ape People merchants who traveled through deserts and forests, and many did business with raiders.

Noen was calm and collected, appearing humble before the raiders.

Through flattery and praise,

and subtle instigation.

The Angel’s grace allowed the Prophet to see through people’s hearts.

Noen belittled the greater leader in front of the second leader, and the lesser in front of the greater leader.

Chaos in the stronghold was about to erupt.

The scheming Beastmen killed each other.

The bloodshed was truly terrible.

......

The battle lasted from morning until evening.

The raiders who weren’t killed fled; the rest were taken care of by the Elf Xilan.

Effortlessly, Noen rescued the Druids, and also Shanon.

All four hooves on the ground, the centaur Shanon picked up his bow and arrow and his broken bronze sword, standing complexly before Noen.

"Who are you?"

Noen asked aloud.

Shanon stood tall,

"Shanon, son of the blacksmith Hess."

"How were you captured?"

Noen looked at Shanon. Compared to the dust-covered Druids, the wounds on Shanon were all fresh, some still bleeding, emitting a strong bloody scent.

This meant that the strong centaur had been captured by this group of raiders not long before.

Upon hearing this, Shanon glared fiercely at the lifeless body of the raider leader.

"I heard that the Druids had a Wish Stone and were caught by bandits..."

"So you charged in alone? You came to play the hero by yourself?"

Elf Xilan asked.

His tone was only one of astonishment.

In the reckless Shanon’s ears, however, such a question was a clear humiliation.

"Charged in alone, yes, because I am a centaur, born to charge alone!"

Shanon’s face turned slightly red with anger.

"Don’t be hasty, I don’t know you."

Xilan signaled with a raised hand.

The Elf’s words, meant to be calming, only made Shanon feel more embarrassed, making him stomp in place.

"You, these glib Three-eyed Ape People,"

Having never seen an elf, Shanon mistook Xilan for a Three-eyed Ape Person,

"If you compared archery or bravery with me, you’d be utterly defeated."

After saying this, Shanon, with all four hooves, turned and dashed out of the stronghold, whether in disdain or fury wasn’t clear.

"Use your tongues to save yourselves momentarily!"

While running, Shanon shouted angrily, his figure disappearing from their sight.

Throughout the entire ordeal, this centaur never once uttered a word of thanks, as if thanking Noen and his companion would mean the greatest humiliation.

The centaur was rash and proud, unwilling to bow to anyone, even less willing to submit.

Noen watched as the centaur hurried away, momentarily at a loss for words.

"You, you are..."

A faded voice came from behind him, interrupting Noen’s train of thought.

The Prophet leaned on the Priest’s Staff, slowly turning around.

The elderly Druid in front of him was the Oak Sage he had met nine years ago.

"It’s me, Noen, do you remember?"

Noen said softly.

"It really is you..."

The Oak Sage stared at Noen’s face, his voice trembling, and tears suddenly welling up in his eyes,

"You saved us twice!"

Noen followed the Druids to their tribe.

Faced with a scene of devastation, the Druids were deeply saddened, their cries echoing throughout the forest.

Despite this, after mourning, the Oak Sage still presented Noen with a gift as a token of gratitude for their rescue.

"This is the Wish Stone."

The Oak Sake shakily placed the Wish Stone in Noen’s hand,

"After we lifted the curse, the esteemed Yikabe graced us with two Wish Stones."

After hesitating, Noen still accepted the Wish Stone into his hands.

After handing the Wish Stone to Noen, the Oak Sage turned to leave.

As the leader of the tribe, after a brutal pillage, he must lead his people to an unexplored land to prevent further plundering by other tribes.

"Wait, Sage."

Noen called out to the Oak Sage.

"Don’t worry about us, Noen, one Wish Stone is enough for us."

The old Druid turned back, thinking Noen wanted to decline the Wish Stone.

Noen shook his head, having long understood the Oak Sage’s firm intention.

"No, Sage, I want to give you the grace of God."

"The grace of God? Which God?"

The Oak Sage asked, puzzled.

"The God that blesses your souls."

Noen stared into the Sage’s eyes and spoke slowly.

Initially puzzled, the Sage’s pupils slowly dilated.

Noen continued,

"’Kelasuto,’ remember this Ancient Language; it means curse breaking."

The Oak Sage looked at Noen, and for some reason, he felt an undeniable power in Noen’s gaze.

The old Druid’s breathing became hurried, and he involuntarily repeated,

"Ke, Kelasuto..."

"If you encounter another curse you cannot break, try chanting it and unleash its power."

Said Noen, further explaining,

"It can enable you to communicate with the grace of the Curse God without needing a special grant from the Curse God."

After a moment of stunned silence, the Oak Sage’s hands trembled lightly, his eyes brimming with old tears.

After a while, he awkwardly wiped his eyes, yet tears continued to flow.

The Oak Sage looked at Noen through his tears.

He suddenly felt,

Noen had changed drastically compared to nine years ago.

What had this once young boy gone through?

The Oak Sage could not delve deeper, only managing to utter,

"Noen, thank you,

our tribe will forever remember you,

just as we will always listen to the voice of the earth."