Chapter 292 Gods will die, the world will end

Ailin took another look at the three holy statues of Meliteli through the translucent panel and took a deep breath.

"Whether we can resolve the evil god's curse depends on this one time."

My mind is turning.

His eyes suddenly went dark.

A strong feeling of weightlessness came over me, as if I was high in the sky, being pulled down by gravity.

Falling straight into the deepest part of the bottomless abyss.

"Where are we going?" Ailin felt a little uneasy.

The place where I last dreamt was there in an instant as my eyes went dark.

but now.

He felt like he had been falling for almost two minutes, but still hadn't reached his destination.

At this moment.

"Pfft~"

A strong impact came in an instant.

But before he could feel the pain, the witcher was immersed in some liquid.

There was still darkness before my eyes, as if I had tied a huge rock to my body and thrown into the sea.

But he was very familiar with this feeling of sinking.

It was just like today when I first saw the big-eyed evil god in Viscount Hudson’s abandoned mine.

At that time.

He managed to escape only with the help of the amulet of the goddess Meliteli given to him by Vera.

"Could it be that this is some special space?"

"The so-called divine realm?"

Thinking of the evil god with big eyes, the demon hunter who was still sinking felt a little worried.

The darkness coming from all directions gives people a strong sense of crisis.

It was as if countless dangerous and covetous gazes were approaching from all directions.

but.

He didn't wait for him to think about it carefully.

"Shasha~"

The sound of wind blowing through the wheat waves suddenly rang in my ears.

The rich fragrance of plants lingers all around.

At this moment, he suddenly discovered...

The fall suddenly ended without me noticing.

He stood on the soft soil.

"Ok?"

In a trance, the witcher remembered how to open his eyes.

gold.

What meets the eye is an endless golden ocean, and upon closer inspection, it turns out to be ripe ears of wheat with full grains.

It is bright and warm, and looks like precious golden brocade spread across the endless plain.

A refreshing breeze blows.

The wheat waves surge like golden waves, bringing the fragrance of the sun.

"Where is this?"

The witchers were stunned at the magnificent and rich scenery before them.

Wheat usually matures from mid-July to September, but we have just passed May Day.

"You broke into someone's house and asked the owner where this place is?"

Less than three steps to the right, a playful and childish female voice suddenly sounded.

Who's there?
When did it appear?

The witcher was so frightened that he turned around, and his right hand instinctively stretched back, trying to pull out Elsa, but he grabbed nothing.

Take a closer look.

A pretty girl with a sweet smile stood beside him at some point, looking up at him.

She was wearing a pure white silk dress and a wreath of green leaves and branches on her head. Her arms and neck, which were exposed through her clothes, were as white and delicate as mutton fat.

But what Ailin found most unbelievable was his pair of golden eyes that were full of divinity.

"who are you?"

A question came out of the demon hunter's mouth.

But next second.

“Full of divinity…” Ailin murmured.

"…The maiden will guide you safely to the land of harvest and abundance…"

The requiem that played at Elland's funeral this morning appeared in my mind.

"A place of harvest... a place of abundance..."

He tilted his head to look at the golden, surging wheat waves with full grains, then looked at the girl in front of him.

"It seems that I don't need to answer the question 'Who am I?'" The girl smiled meaningfully.

"Mei... Goddess Meliteli..."

Thinking of the girl's statement about "breaking into someone else's house", the witcher's throat became dry and he swallowed.

It's outrageous.

and so……

Does "communicating with gods" mean to kick open the "door" of gods without their consent, walk up to them and force communication?
No wonder it costs a hundred experience beads...

No wonder there is a warning that encountering a spirit may be extremely risky...

Let alone the gods, any ordinary human being would find it difficult to endure this.

The witcher nervously withdrew his right hand from Elsa.

Only then did he realize it.

Although his body at this moment was not the sphere in the dream, the clothes on his body, which looked like they were made of linen, were still dyed with the same colorful colors as when he entered the dream, and he did not bring his leather armor or double swords with him.

The one who is in touch with the gods is still not the real body, but the embodiment of a certain consciousness.

"Yes, I am Meliteli." The girl put her hands behind her back and stood on tiptoe, as if she wanted to speak to the witcher at eye level.

However, no matter how much you stand on tiptoe, the height difference is still difficult to make up.

This seemed a little discouraging to the girl who had tried several times.

Although I don't know why a god would make such an unstable move.

However, the childish human behavior still made Ailin's tense nerves relax due to the sudden encounter with a powerful god.

He thought about it, then squatted down and said, "I'm sorry, Goddess Meliteli, I didn't mean to... uh... meet you in this way."

"It's okay..." The girl seemed very satisfied with his action and patted him on the right shoulder lightly in a condescending manner.

Seeing the girl's extremely contradictory smile that was a mixture of divinity and childishness, Ailin was thinking about how to propose the request to remove the evil god's curse.

"嗤啦~"

A burning stench came from my right shoulder.

The witcher looked in the direction of the sound.

A cloud of black smoke slowly rose from where the girl slapped.

At the source of the black smoke, one could feel an extremely evil and cold red dot, which was trembling and becoming brighter.

Like being burned and purified.

The faint and intense pain matched the frequency of the red dot's trembling, and waves came from the depths of his soul, causing Ailin to groan involuntarily and clench his teeth.

fortunately.

The intense pain was unbearable, but it only lasted for a moment before slowly fading away.

Subsequently.

A refreshing feeling, as if a huge burden had been lifted, came over him. Ailin knew.

The evil god's curse had troubled him for half a year, making him afraid to approach the portal or use spatial skills like Blink...

From today on, it has completely disappeared.

He... is free.

next second.

"Ding ding ding..."

The system prompt in my head was like the bell for the end of get out of class.

It should be the system message of the fragment of the Gate of Ade Ges.

But Ailin didn't care. He looked at the smiling girl in front of him and expressed his sincere gratitude:
"Thank you, Goddess Meritelli."

He thought that after meeting the goddess, he would need to complete some trials or tasks.

I didn't expect that Goddess Meliteli would be so straightforward and remove the curse for him as soon as they met.

"After all, this is what I promised you!" The girl smiled and patted Ailin's right shoulder again, "You save the humans of Elland for me, and I will remove the curse of the dirty thing for you."

"It also prevents people from secretly saying that I am not trustworthy and that my divine power has declined to the point where I have lost the ability to influence reality during my prayers..."

The demon hunter looked embarrassed and apologized repeatedly.

With his toes curled up in embarrassment, he almost dug out an ancient sea fortress in the fertile soil.

Who would have thought that the little words whispered before and after prayer could actually be heard by the gods?
Especially when this god has not appeared in the world for hundreds of years and the words he speaks are intermittent.

Now we can only be thankful for the goddess Meliteli. Although she looks a little out of tune and not as solemn and dignified as the gods we imagine, her temper seems to be pretty good.

Otherwise, if the words the witcher muttered were known by the Eternal Fire of future generations, it would be considered blasphemy and he would be sent directly to the stake.

But then again.

If the Meliteli religion is really like what appears in games and novels, the eternal fire that excludes dissidents and does all kinds of evil.

He didn't dare to stay in the icon room closest to the gods, let alone use the "communication with gods".

The girl certainly didn't look angry. After making a few "playful" teasing remarks, she waved her hand and looked up at the sky.

Ailin followed His gaze.

The endless golden wheat waves were so eye-catching that he had not yet paid attention to the sky of this kingdom of God.

When I looked up at this moment, I was immediately attracted.

The stars, the moon, and the sun are shining in the bright sky at the same time, and the hazy river of stars stretches across the horizon, which is magnificent beyond words.

"But what you said is not wrong..." the girl suddenly said.

Then, in a trance, the witcher saw the girl turn into a pregnant woman with a big belly.

"Hmm?" The demon hunter tilted his head and looked into those kind eyes that seemed to be filled with liquid gold.

"I have indeed declined to the point where I am losing touch with reality..."

The demon hunter was startled when he heard this.

What does it mean when the gods and reality that depend on faith for their existence lose contact with their believers?
When this question suddenly appeared in his mind, he felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

God falls!

A god like Meliteli, who was born out of faith, might just perish after losing contact with his believers.

Am I really qualified to hear such big news?
The demon hunter became nervous again, his throat felt dry and he dared not make a sound.

When he shifted his gaze and dared not look at the pregnant woman again, he discovered something strange.

The rolling golden waves of wheat have matured and it is time to harvest.

But looking around, there was no one or any living creature in that vast space.

When he discovered this.

The originally flourishing vitality suddenly seemed so thin and false.

If gods are real, what about those deceased people who are guided to a land of harvest and abundance after death?

Where have they gone?
"Puchi~" The pregnant woman noticed Ailin's nervous expression, and immediately stroked her bulging belly and smiled maternally.

"Do not be afraid."

He patted the witcher's shoulder gently again.

Feeling the force on his right shoulder, Ailin pulled the corners of his mouth and laughed awkwardly.

Something doesn't seem right.

The task of removing the curse of the evil god has been completed. What he wants more now is some good luck and then going back to open the treasure chest.

but.

The goddess had just removed the curse from you, and you left without saying goodbye.

This is a bit disrespectful.

Therefore, the witcher could only listen patiently and look for an opportunity to say goodbye.

"I woke up from my faith. Humans shaped everything about me. Life and death are meaningless to me."

The pregnant woman looked back at the sky:
"The meaning of my existence is to satisfy mankind's desire for abundant harvests, reproduction, health and wisdom. The world has also given me the authority to satisfy the desires of all living beings."

"but now……"

The pregnant woman paused and continued:
“Although I can still hear the prayers and aspirations of the believers, I am getting further and further away from them, and my strength is getting weaker and weaker.”

"Why?" the witcher asked curiously.

The Northern Continent has the largest number of Meliteli believers, and although their numbers fluctuate due to wars, they have never decreased on a large scale.

After all, in wars, the majority of those who die are men who are soldiers.

Women will just be affected.

Therefore, it does not make sense that such a god would have his power decline to the point of - as "He" said - "the fall of the god".

But after experiencing the past few days, every night I only have dreams of "Alin...Alin...", and I haven't heard the oracle from Ianna for a long time when I first came to the temple.

He had to admit that it was true that the power of the goddess Meliteli had weakened.

“When my power began to wane, I thought that humanity’s desire for fertile fields, reproduction, health, wisdom, peace and prosperity had been satisfied, and that there was no longer a need for a god like me…” the pregnant woman continued.

"How is this possible!" the demon hunter couldn't help but interrupt.

Even in the previous life when material means of production were so abundant, the first point could not be fully achieved.

"It is indeed as you said. At least it is impossible at present, especially when humans are so eager for war."

The pregnant woman nodded.

"But at that time, humans had just completely seized control of the entire continent from Ein Sheedi, and there was peace for a long time."

"So I misjudged this point and thought that I was no longer needed by humans, so I took the initiative to disappear from human life."

“Moreover…” The pregnant woman suddenly smiled brightly, “After I disappeared, I found that their lives were the same as before, without any changes. They were even living better than when I intervened in reality.”

"I became more certain of my judgment at that time..."

"Humanity has never needed a God."

"They are not babbling children. They don't need a 'mother' who is high above them and interferes with everything for them."

“They’ve reached ‘adulthood’ so I’ve let them go completely.”

He remembered what Ianna had told him about the arrangements after the gods disappeared.

Aelin had to admit.

Meliteli is indeed a great deity, at least a thousand times better than those gods in the West in previous lives who could only do this and that.

But every story has a twist.

Same thing with Meritelle’s.

"But..." He said.

As soon as she finished saying the two words, the pregnant woman suddenly turned into an old woman with a hunchback in front of the witcher.

He was wearing a black knitted robe, with a worn-out waist bag that herbalists often carry tied around his waist, and his hair was full of silver.

Wrinkles were carved on His face by time, the sharpest knife in the world.

On his gloomy face, there are a pair of golden eyes full of wisdom.

He glanced at the demon hunter, pointed to the junction of the sky and the wheat waves, and said in a hoarse and magnetic voice:
"I was deceived."

"I am blinded by the unpredictable fate, the end and death that all living beings are destined to face..."

"When the gods die, all things will perish..."

(End of this chapter)