The World of Deities

The silver spots on Luo Long's body slowly disappeared.

As he walked, Su Ye slowly said: "The people in the arena clearly gave you the glory. You leave it alone and pursue the Glory of Luolong I that no longer exists, and protect the Luolong family that has never existed. The glory'."

"You never understand one of the most simple truths. People can be roughly classified, such as straight or curly hair, such as dark or green eyes, such as hardworking or lazy, such as sinful or kind, such as irresponsible. If we are responsible or responsible, although some classifications will have a bad effect, it is not harmful. But when we are not classifying, but classifying high and low, high and low, and high and low, everything will be different."

"When you think that people are high and low, and nobles are higher than common people, then there must be someone more'expensive' than you. In the eyes of those people, you are low. Your lowness is not given by them or the outside world. Yes, when you think you are noble than others, you give it to yourself. Just because you think you are noble than ordinary people, so in front of Princess Palos, you feel that you are lower than her."

Luo Long stared at Su Ye in a daze, constantly recalling his relationship with Palos, and constantly recalling the process of communication between Su Ye and Palos.

The confusion in his eyes suddenly became clearer. Su Ye seemed to be right. He had been cautiously in front of Palos and kept looking up, but Su Ye really regarded Palos as a classmate and at the same table. That's it.

He had never understood why Su Ye could do this before, even all the people at the same table and participating in the Dark Iron Trial couldn't understand, but today, he understands a little bit.

There is no humble person in Su Ye's eyes, so naturally there will be no noble person, and he will not be humble in front of anyone.

Palos' eyes were soft, falling on Su Ye's face.

Su Ye picked up the black iron magic sword dropped by Luolong.

A panic appeared on Luo Long's face.

All the nobles showed their doubts, Su Ye wanted to kill Luo Long?how is this possible.

It's just scare at best.

"The person who lifted himself to a high place also reserved a distance to fall." Su Ye said as he walked.

"Privileges gained by being honored by others will also be lost by giving up responsibility."

Su Ye held the sword and slowly walked towards the flower of the stone cone.

Luo Long moved lightly, trying to get away from the stone cone like the last time, but it had no effect.

"The tiger in Lake's heart is used to protect his sister. The tiger in your heart is eating people."

Luo Long was stunned, and scenes of the past appeared before his eyes.

Su Ye said as he walked: "You are right, I am not someone's savior, and I don't want to be a savior. What I want to do next is to let the future in my dreams not disappoint me. I am really afraid. Death, I do want a lot, but my goal in this life is to make the world a little better, even if only a little bit."

"As long as I do it, it doesn't matter when I die."

"You keep saying for glory and for your family, have you done it? You didn't."

"I did it."

Su Ye stood on the edge of the flower of the stone cone, looking around the audience.

Su Ye's gaze swept across the white circle, across the variegated circle, across the dark circle, across the table, across the classmates, across the magicians, across Palos, across the people.

Su Ye raised Luo Long's sword high.

Suddenly, the sanctuary warrior who was responsible for protecting the audience wanted to rush down the field. He raised his foot, but froze in place, looking in the direction of Plato Academy.

Dean Larence held a small magic tower in his hands.

Invisible power fell in the arena.

At least a shield that can only be seen by the sanctuary, envelops the entire infield, envelopes the two people in the arena, envelopes Su Ye.

Luo Long screamed frantically: "Stop! You can't kill me! Common people can't kill nobles! You kill me, you will die too! The nobles will not let you go! You have no guts to kill me! I am a noble! Noble noble! Kill me and the gods will punish you!"

"We magicians have traditions." Su Ye smiled slightly, his white teeth radiant and a bright smile.

Hearing Su Ye's words, most people were puzzled.

However, a handful of nobles showed fear on their faces, and a flower appeared before their eyes, as if they were going back to the day in the past.

That day, Socrates hung high above the God of War Mountain, and dropped a head burning with golden flames.

In their eyes, the two figures overlapped.

Su Ye swung his sword.

The flower of the stone cone disappeared.

The frosty light passed over Luo Long's neck, the corpse fell to the ground, and the two phases separated.

Tearing the glitz, but arrogant.

The dark red blood is like black roses, blooming on the yellow-brown earth.

It flourished in Luo Long's eyes.

It flourishes in everyone's eyes.

Fear brews, pain breeds.

"You are still a nobleman, but not a human being."

Su Ye held the long sword in his left hand and raised the empty medicine bottle in his right hand. He respected the audience and toasted the world.

Su Ye dropped his sword and strode back to the dark corridor of the arena.

In the darkness, the crystals fell, one step at a time.

An old man with a hunchback carrying an iron hook passed by and walked slowly into the court.

The sky was clear, the sun was burning, and the sound in the auditorium was more intense than the sun.

Under everyone's gaze, the old man picked up the iron hook that was stuck with red and black stains, hooked Luolong's body, bent over, arched his back, and slowly dragged.

A shallow blood stain extended like a snake mark.

Many people's eyes fell on the trophy and laurel crown between the statue of Athena and the statue of Victory.

"Can't let Su Ye go!"

"kill him!"

"No one can kill nobles, especially in city-state tournaments!"

"He is the first civilian to kill a nobleman in a city-state competition, but he will never be the first civilian to die here!"

"Athens is the noble Athens, and Greece is the noble Greece!"

"When our nobles are no one?"

One nobleman stood up.

Finally, the nobles in the inner circle stood up.

The number of them far exceeds that of magicians.

Both sides glared at each other.

"When we civilians are unmanned!"

A man stood up angrily.

Another person stood up, and then the civilians all stood up.

Their clothes are dirty, their feet are dusty, they are thin and their eyes are firm.

Athenian civilians standing high in all directions surrounded the nobles below.

In the eyes of many nobles, there was an unprecedented panic.

The fear planted by Su Ye spread in their eyes.

"Untouchable!" A sanctuary warrior suddenly yelled, his powerful divine power transmitted his voice, suppressing the chaos in the audience.

All the nobles looked at him expectantly, all the civilians looked at him angrily.

Part of the noble students who participated in the trial of the Dark Iron were thoughtful. This person is the father of Kairona and the head of the Enka family of the Sanctuary family.

Outside the Paper Flower Valley, Kailuona protected the gray-robed mage who had joined hands with Lawvens and was burned to death by Su Ye's fireball technique.

"Only death can wash away the dirty water that this untouchable pours on the nobleman! I pray with all the Enka family's prayers to invite the great God of War Ares to come and punish the murderer who killed the nobleman and the sinner who slandered the glory. God punishes the bastard who intends to overthrow the nobility!"

After speaking, Patriarch Enka knelt on the ground, holding up a rusty bronze spear with both hands.

Beneath the rust stains, the spearhead was shining, emitting a strong blood.

Like a river of blood flowing on the spearhead.

Numerous nobles stared wide-eyed. This is a divine object given by the gods after the great sacrifice. Although it is old and unable to arouse the God of War, it can definitely arouse the statue of the God of War in the Temple of War.

Rumbling...

Clear sky and thunder, flying stars in the day.

Everyone looked at the sky in horror.

The blood on the surface of the bronze spearhead became stronger and stronger, but after a while, it no longer brightened.

"Great God of War Ares, are you watching your believer being killed by a civilian?" Patriarch Enka's sad voice spread throughout the audience.

"Dear ones of Ares, help a bunch of Patriarch Enka!" A young nobleman suddenly fell on his knees and prayed to Ares, the god of war.

"I am willing to help!"

"me too!"

"Please join me in praying to Ares, God of War!"

The blockbuster nobleman hulled to his knees.

A part of the nobles stood still.

Intensive prayers sounded in the arena. It was clear that they were only low-pitched prayers, but they became louder and louder, forming prayer resonance.

Like a tide rolling in the sky, like a mountain falling in Athens, it is deafening.

The countless civilians were pale and panicked, and gently shrank their necks.

The bronze spearhead in Patriarch Enka's hand suddenly burst out with dazzling blood, followed by a long metal cry, which pierced everyone's tinnitus and frowned.

The spearhead flew up in the air, slowly turning into a drop of blood, and finally swelling rapidly.

A bloody giant three meters tall stood in the air.

The giant man's appearance was vague, his shoulders and back were broad, his legs and arms were sturdy, he held a bronze ancient shield in his left hand, and a bloody war spear in his right hand. The red bronze helmet on his head stood like a horse's mane.

The shattered dark blood warrior cloak fluttered gently behind him, and the sound of thousands of fighting reverberated in it, as if countless battlefields were hidden deep inside.

The Blood Shadow of the God of War stood above the Enka Patriarch, with his back facing the civilians and facing the infield.

"Great Ares, please punish that criminal Su Ye, and let your glory shine on the whole of Greece!" Patriarch Enka burst into tears, crying and praying.

Waves of powerful aura spread from the blood shadow of the god of war. Suddenly a violent wind blew up in the arena and rolled up the loess. Everyone squinted, their clothes flew around, and the entire Athens city shook lightly.

Clouds gather in the sky and scattered, alternating dark and dark.

Click...

The mask that only Sanctuary can see in the field shattered.

Larence shook his figure and put away the magic tower in his hand.

The magicians watched this scene in surprise, this kind of power is too strong, absolutely surpassing the legend, reaching the level of heroes, but this is just the afterimage of the god of war Ares who doesn't know how many years ago.

"It's over..." Albert stared at the blood shadow of the God of War.

"They are too prepared." Jimmy's eyes were full of sadness.

Hult stared at the blood shadow of the god of war, his fists clenched, his face full of grief and anger.

He didn't dare to speak out, but from now on, there was one less god he believed in.

The terrifying wind pressure was getting stronger and stronger, and it seemed as if there were dragons swooping in the sky, and finally someone couldn't hold on, and knelt on the ground with a plop.

"Great Ares, please forgive our sins..."

"Great God of War, the existence above the God Realm, we should follow your oracle..."

"You are glory, you are glory..."

"Su Ye is guilty, and you will throw the spear of judgment..."

More and more civilians knelt on the ground trembling, confessing to the blood shadow of the war god.

"Father, I can't stand anymore."

"Be sure to stand."

"why?"

"If we kneel down, Su Ye will die in vain."

Those civilians who are still standing have sadness in their eyes.

Everyone knows that Su Ye must die, he can't do anything, but standing with all his strength is the greatest respect for Su Ye.

Palos stared at the blood shadow of the god of war, closed her eyes, lowered her head, and prayed silently.

"My lord, please drop God's punishment."

A priest from the Temple of Wars kneeled on the ground and made a request.

"Please come down!"

Many nobles prayed in unison.

The vaguely face of War God Blood Shadow moved lightly, and his right arm slowly raised the Scarlet War Spear.

The sky was instantly dark, and the clear morning turned into late night.

After an instant, the sun seemed to fall into the arena.

Above the tip of the spear, a masterpiece of golden light seems to be inlaid with a sun.

A look of despair appeared on the faces of the civilians.

The magicians sighed softly.

The smiles of the nobles bloomed.

Huh...

A white shadow stood behind the blood shadow of the god of war.

Everyone looked at the white shadow blankly.

The white goddess of Athena, raising his right arm, was beyond imagination, but in everyone's eyes, it seemed that a day had passed.

The right palm of the goddess was lightly patted on the head of the blood shadow of the god of war.

It is as light as a mother is touching her child.

boom……

The blood shadow burst.

The ring-shaped transparent vigor spread across the sky, sweeping across Athens, breaking through the darkness, and extinguishing the clouds.

The night is gone, and the wind is gone.Heaven and earth clarified and Vientiane recovered.

Huh...

The statue of Athena in midair disappeared and fell back into the distance, below the demigod terrace.

Palos with blue eyes loosened the gold Medusa necklace with her right hand and sat down slowly.

Suddenly, a scream sounded.

Everyone followed the prestige, below the original position of the blood shadow of the god of war, the nearby people were covered with broken flesh and blood.

There was also Patriarch Enka who exploded with Blood Shadow of the God of War.

Under the arena, the humpbacked old man hooked Luo Long's headless body and disappeared into the dark corridor.

In the center of the arena, Luo Long's head was facing upward, and the sky in his eyes gradually dimmed.

(End of Volume One)