Only God
Chapter 214 - 183 May He Have Mercy on You

Chapter 214: Chapter 183 May He Have Mercy on You

On the ground, Shanon struggled to withstand the ceaseless assault of soldiers.

He had originally been deep in sleep, but he was startled awake by the sudden noise.

In his groggy consciousness, he heard the sound of swords clashing together and at first, he thought it was a surprise attack by the Three-eyed Ape People.

But when he dashed out of his tent, what he saw was the Beastman soldiers slaughtering each other.

"The King has gone mad! The King has betrayed us!"

Lion-man Torras screamed,

"The gemstone belongs to us, it must always belong to us!"

Shanon stared, astonished, at the sight before him; these heroes who should have been noble, these Beastmen who naturally valued glory, had begun killing each other over gemstones with blood in their eyes.

Before Shanon could react, someone thrust a sword at him.

Shanon, having just woken from his sleep without donning the armor forged by his father, could only hastily dodge, relying on his natural instincts to punch an enemy in the head and snatch away their sword.

"Kill him! Kill Shanon!"

Snake-woman Chira spotted the tall centaur and ordered ruthlessly.

"They’ve all gone mad... completely mad..."

Shanon mumbled.

The heroes, upon seeing the gemstone, all saw the object of their desires, and enticed by the gemstone, they started to fight amongst themselves, attacking and killing each other.

Shanon thought all these heroes had lost their minds.

Before he could contemplate further, numerous Beastmen charged at him, aiming to pierce his body.

With a roar of anger, Shanon raised his hooves and forcefully plowed through the surging Beastmen, seizing a shield to defend against the swords swung at him.

Despite Shanon being incredibly brave, living up to the name of a hero, the dark night was filled with countless stones and arrows arriving from unseen places, inflicting intense pain on his body and causing him to bleed.

Shanon howled in agony, holding his shield up barely managing to defend, he swung his bronze sword wildly hoping to carve out a path to survival.

But the enemies came like a tidal wave, and among the rebellious Beastmen, none wished to let him go, Shanon being the hero of Chenfeng Country.

Facing an ever-increasing number of enemies, confusion began to flood the centaur’s eyes.

Is this the battlefield of glory I had hoped for?

The cold light of swords twinkled in the darkness, as Shanon grasped a powerful bow. Gritting his teeth, he pulled out the arrows embedded in his flesh, notched an arrow to the bow, hoping to slaughter his way through a path of blood, hoping his bewilderment would vanish with each Flying Arrow.

But it was all in vain.

The Beastmen, like relentless waves, each one bloodthirsty, their voices brimming with desire boiling in the darkness.

Shanon blocked an incoming spear, thrusting his sword and piercing the enemy’s heart.

The sword in his hand was covered in the blood of his former companions, blindingly bright under the moon and unbearably foul-smelling.

The reckless centaur couldn’t understand,

why those who were comrades last night were now facing each other with swords?

At this moment, although he relied on his superior combat skills to charge left and right through the ranks of Beastmen, he could not break through the encirclement, too many followed Snake-woman Chira’s orders, moreover, his King had publicly killed a Beastman hero not long ago.

Those soldiers were diverting their hatred toward Shanon.

The scars on his body multiplied, Shanon’s confusion deepened, his thoughts scattering.

He had taken to the battlefield hoping to win immortal glory through great wars.

Now, he had become a revered hero...

But on this battlefield of betrayal and desire, there was no place for glory.

How proud and triumphant Shanon had been when he left, now he was full of confusion and despair.

The reckless centaur witnessed the fragility of glory.

The Longsword in his hand grew increasingly blunt, his shield nearly shattered.

Shanon thought he could conquer war, but war bared its long-anticipated fangs, ready to completely devour him.

Facing an inevitable fate, no matter how desperately he struggled, it all seemed futile.

Snake-woman Chira, moving agilely through the darkness, was looking for the right moment to deliver a fatal blow to Shanon.

Shanon charged again, nearly breaking through the encirclement when he was pushed back by the surge of Beastmen.

He could never break free from the relentless siege.

Despair caused the morale of the horsemen to gradually crumble.

The serpent Chira finally found the right moment.

The poisoned arrow, released from the bow, traced a terrifyingly cold gleam through the darkness of the night.

The arrow, swift as lightning, pierced Shanon’s heart.

Poisoned blood spilled from the corners of Shanon’s mouth as his body stiffened.

The beastmen kept surging forward and soon they would tear him to shreds.

"I don’t understand!"

Shanon let out a roar of fury, like the final mournful cry of a dying lion.

His vision filled with the cold glint of swords and knives.

The centaur saw no way out.

In this war, he had lost his king, his life, and he would never see his parents again.

Shanon had once poured endless hope into this, longing to die one day with honor, even in death.

But nothing had gone as he wished.

This dirty war had no honor, only rampant desires.

All he was left with

was an immense emptiness.

"I don’t understand!"

"What have I truly gained, aside from intangible glory?!"

Shanon let out his final wail.

The tall frame of the centaur collapsed heavily, dust billowing upon the ground.

The poisoned arrow that had pierced his left chest gave him no time to find the answer; in an instant, his life was over.

His heart was dead,

never to live again.

Within the Celestial Kingdom.

Divine King Shan’en parted two stars, his thunderous might forming a cage, trapping the mountain and the Artisan God atop his own star, immobilized.

Hiris watched all this in despair, his eyes bloodshot and frenzied in futile struggle.

Shanon was dead; his body had fallen.

A soul ascended from the earth, as countless others had before.

Hiris’s Divine Hammer fell from his hands; He had not destroyed the war, and now his son had died in it as the prophecy foretold.

Tears streamed down as Hiris wailed miserably.

Shan’en looked at the mountain and the Artisan God, a flicker of mercy in his eyes, yet he still restrained Hiris firmly.

As the Divine King, He could not allow Hiris to kill another deity.

Hiris watched the soul, gray and lifeless, drift up into the sky over the land, his once proud head now bowed as Shanon’s spirit slowly made its way towards the mountains.

The mountain and the Artisan God fell silent now, and he began to weep in sorrow, tears rolling onto the earth.

The mountains shimmered with a radiant light,

The usually taciturn Hiris, absorbed in forging various divine weapons, decisively chose to destroy the War God for his son.

But in this earth-shattering war,

just as Hiris was about to obliterate the war, Shan’en’s arrival rendered it all in vain.

In the end,

the father could only say to his dead child:

"Shanon,

may He have mercy on you."

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