only god

Chapter 451 The Real Taboo

Slae, the god of lies and deceit, reappeared in front of Bald like an immortal ghost.

Like the only victor, he laughed heartily at the hero in front of him.

"Baird, poor Baird,"

"Just one step away, you will return to the world and bid farewell to the painful underworld.

But you violated the taboo after all, not only lost the victory, but also lost your dignity. "

Baird's ears were full of Slae's mockery, and the god of lies and tricks trampled on the hero in front of him wantonly.

Because of the bet made by the gods, Baird fell into death and entered the underworld, where he lived for thousands of years like a walking dead. Just one step out of the underworld.

Slae walked from the front of Baird to the back. He was entangled like a ghost, and the dark wind of the underworld came slowly, binding Baird's limbs like invisible ropes, pulling the dead hero back into the underworld. .

"Baird, what are you thinking? Returning to the world? Are you trying to escape death?"

"No, no one can escape death. In the distant ancient country of Riboga, there was a king who longed for eternal life. He was still the heir of Vulcan, but in the end? It was just nothingness."

"Even a demigod has to face the cruelty of death, and even a demigod has to realize that he is just a human being after everything fails!"

Slaure's sarcasm and sarcasm are like silver needles piercing into the heart one by one, constantly piercing Baird's dead heart.

The hero knelt on the ground, facing the beautiful world like a statue.

In that world, his name was handed down to future generations, countless people sighed for his legend, and countless people stepped onto the battlefield because of his heroic deeds. The bards sang his name like singing the immortal Gods.

Baird knew how they praised him.

O Baird, godlike hero.

Mortals praise themselves so much, their names are far greater and more dazzling than many gods in the long river of history.

But what about the end?

I still have to surrender before the gods.

Own…

But people!

Slae succeeded, and succeeded again. The bet he made once pushed him to death, and the trap he set now made him unable to resurrect.

That is the power of the gods.

Those statues high in the temple mean the gully that mortals cannot cross.

"You succeeded...you succeeded..."

Baird murmured almost absently.

Slae smiled cruelly,

"Yes, I succeeded, and I will always succeed, because I am a god, and you are only a mortal."

"Go back, Baird, and enjoy your afterlife."

"Mortals must always obey the arrangements of the gods."

Follow the orders of the gods...

How true these words are.

The gods are the creators of mortals, they are high enough to control everything about themselves.

Baird stared blankly at the world in front of him.

That world...how beautiful it seems to be within reach.

However, however...

Baird felt sincerely regretful.

But what can I do?

I am just a mere mortal.

It's time to go back to the underworld.

Baird put his hands on the ground like a walking dead, Slaer's figure dangled in front of him, and the sneer lingered in his ears.

Compared with the hero's tall stature, the God of Lies and Tricks looks a bit thin.

This scene fell into Baird's eyes.

From the outside, it doesn't look like a god, but like a weak mortal.

Baird was a little taken aback.

It turns out... are the gods born so weak?

He once worshiped those lofty god statues, the stone structure was far harder than the flesh, and the carefully crafted expression was far more solemn than the human face, but at this moment, it seemed that he was as flesh and blood as himself.

The hero is in a trance.

Why didn't I feel that the gods were weak before this, before breaking the taboo?

Yes…

Weak, also a body of flesh and blood, but far weaker than himself.

In the hero's eyes, a touch of unprecedented madness gradually surged.

Now that the taboo has been violated...why not, why not...

After all the catastrophes in the underworld, I got the gift of the gods in exchange for the opportunity to get out of the underworld, but I didn't thank the gods sincerely, because I got grace because of the gods, and I also suffered death because of the gods.

Baird gradually looked directly into his heart.

In there, in the deepest part, is the engraved hatred...

as well as,

The desire to break taboos.

Breaking a taboo that... no mortal has ever broken.

A taboo that has been passed down in the blood since the beginning of creation, and lies deep in the soul...

Standing in front of Baird, Slaer seemed to be waiting for the hero to return to the underworld with mocking eyes.

At this moment,

Baird yanked out the sharp sword at his waist, and immediately stabbed Slaer's chest. The piercing sound resounded at the intersection of the underworld and the human world, and then, the blood of the gods fell in midair.

Slaer's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

Baird twisted his hands, and with a sudden force, he stabbed the long sword in his hand deeper, completely piercing through the weak flesh and blood.

The frail body struggled for a while, and he looked at Baird, and found that he could not see the slightest awe in the mortal's eyes, but endless anger and ridicule after taking his life.

The hero's eyes seem to say:

You are not worthy to be my enemy.

As Baird twisted the long sword in his hand tighter and tighter, as if he was nailing Slae to the wall, slowly, the god of lies and tricks stopped struggling, and his limbs hung down limply, completely I lost my breath.

Killing God…

That is the most terrible taboo in the world.

It is also…

unforgivable crime.

(End of this chapter)