Chapter 231 "The Angry People"

On an unknown island in the foggy sea.

Three women stood in front of the simple temple of the Rat God. They were all wearing simple, old clothes and holding various wild fruits, processed sea fish and other offerings. One of them was quite old and had a skirt woven from leaves and grass around her waist. She said to the two young girls next to her:

"I woke up in the middle of the night last night and suddenly I dreamed of the Rat God! He was chewing sweet roasted corn and speaking in human language: I will enter the world and experience the sufferings of the world...

“I can’t read a few words, but strangely, I can completely understand what the Rat God says!
"He is going to become us! He is going to become human!

"I woke up from my dream and hurried out to the temple. As expected, I saw the temple emitting light in the dark night! That was the light that saved us and brought us to Avalon! That was undoubtedly the magical power of the Rat God!
"Now, we just have to wait..."

"Ms. Xia, Ms. Xia Luoma!" One of the young girls' expressions suddenly changed. "Something has happened to the temple! The light of the Rat God has disappeared!"

The elderly Sharoma turned her head quickly. Sure enough, the "water light" around the temple subsided, and the heavy wooden door slowly opened! She immediately swayed her waist, making the grass skirt tied around her waist sway rhythmically, and then chanted the spell she had made up based on the prayers she had heard before:
"Praise the Rat God! Oh! Rat God! We offer the food from the island! Praise you for freeing us from suffering, praise you for blessing us to come to the faraway 'Avalon'!"

"Praise the Rat God!" Vivian and Morgan chanted and danced.

"Wow~Wow~"

As the wooden door opened, the energetic cry of a newborn baby suddenly reached the ears of the three women. The leader, Sharoma, looked delighted and shouted more devoutly:
"Welcome the Rat God to the world! You will save all the good people in the world and punish all the evil people..."

Da da.

It seemed to be the sound of footsteps, slimy footsteps, as if someone was walking on a wet ground.

The three women saw a young woman in a loose nightgown, holding a baby covered in blood and crying hard, walking out of the temple step by step. Every step she took left a bloody footprint on the wooden floor.

It was not until she walked out of the room and the first ray of pure sunlight shone on the child and on her face that she smiled with relief.

Megose, with a smooth forehead, had tears in her eyes. She bent down and kissed the baby's forehead which seemed to be shining, then fell backwards. She seemed to have experienced a dream that lasted for a long time. Her previous self was so hysterical and manic. That was not herself at all. She could only watch Megose's arrogance, piety, and viciousness from the perspective of a bystander... She was so tired now.

Sharoma rushed to the girl who had just given birth, and supported the girl's back and legs with her strong arms trained by long-term labor. She picked up Megose and the real baby in her arms like a baby, and ordered:

"Vivian, boil some water! Boil a lot of water! Bring some hot towels! Morgan, coconuts! Get some fresh coconuts down! Um, be sure to stand farther away so you don't get hit..."

Then she took small steps and quickly brought the mother and baby to the place where the three of them lived. There were no comfortable beds here, only thick, dried palm leaf mats.

Sharoma found the only few worn-out clothes the three had brought and spread them on the straw mat, then carefully laid the mother and child flat. Strangely enough, the baby stopped crying after being exposed to the sun, as if he was as exhausted as his mother, and immediately fell into a deep dream.

Sharoma took the God-given towel and first wiped the tears from the girl's eyes. After sighing about the hard work, she pushed the baby's legs away with shining eyes...

Hiss! A guy! A boy! But the Rat God’s voice seems female… No no! How can a god have a gender? He can change it at will!
After she wiped it with a towel, she quickly picked up the coconut that Morgan had sent her, cut it open with the knife given by God, and fed it to the girl who was pale from blood loss. However, because the girl was unconscious, she couldn't swallow it...

"No, you can't fall asleep! A woman's life is... miserable, and you gave birth to a god... you have done a great deed..."

Sharoma muttered, she seemed to remember the pain she had when giving birth many years ago, and she also seemed to remember her poor daughter...

She felt the girl's breathing gradually weakening, and her pulse gradually disappearing... "God, please save this poor girl..."

Suddenly, a warm golden light emanated from the baby and directly enveloped his mother.

Sharoma was illuminated by this warm light, and she felt that the hidden diseases in her waist and legs were getting better rapidly! Tears welled up in her eyes, and there was no doubt that the divine power was working!
"Praise God! Praise your kindness and tolerance!"

Sharoma stood up and danced the passionate hula dance again with Vivian who came back with hot water and Morgan who came back with coconuts...

As the grass skirt moved, an illusory door opened directly in the empty space of the house!
A large amount of baby supplies poured out from behind the door, including milk powder, baby clothes, bottles, cribs... and other items that piled up into a small mountain!
The dancing Sharoma and others were excited. This was a gift from God! In the past, it was only an occasional item from the outside world, but now that the god was "born", there were so many at once!
……

Inside the temple of the "Rat God", the statue of the "Rat God" was shattered and collapsed on the altar, the incense burner fell over, and the ashes were spilled on the ground. The wooden floor and walls seemed to be stained with layer after layer of blood, flesh, and black air, as if this place had experienced an extremely tragic battle.

In his right hand, Old Blue held a half human skull as white as jade, and in his left hand he held a small black cross.

Looking closely, the figure nailed to the cross was not a human figure, but... an umbilical cord that was still wriggling and struggling! A baby's umbilical cord!
"Carrying the sins of all living beings... the dragon broke its wings due to its sins and fell from heaven to the human world.

"Oh, you may not have a chance this time."

Old Blue muttered to himself, and almost all of the green phantom scales on his body were shattered, revealing one hideous wound after another.

Those were caused by "Mego's wet nurse" using a white bone knife, but these external injuries were nothing to the "Three-Headed Holy Temple" that controlled flesh and blood.

As Old Blue threw the cross back into the puddle, he regained his "flesh and blood magic" and granulation tissue quickly grew on the wounds on his body, recovering as before.

At this moment, he seemed to hear one prayer after another from the low-sequence "secret praying people" who were scattered all over the world, vying to praise the "Creator".

Old Blue shook his head and blocked those prayers, but he only found a few with special marks, and first destroyed the yellow gem in Peiman's hand;

Then a golden light burst out from his hand and pushed towards a certain point of light;

Then draw another starlight gate to teleport a large amount of baby supplies to a nearby wooden house.

After responding to the "prayer", Old Blue silently gazed at the woman who had returned from the brink of death, and silently gazed at the newborn "Son of God".
At this moment, he felt that his soul and flesh were in perfect harmony, and he truly became Old Blue.

But, Old Blue clearly...did not choose to kill the child. There was no need for hesitation at all.

However, the concern, wish, and bond that had always lingered in my heart disappeared.

Perhaps, his predecessor also wanted revenge at the beginning, but as time went on, what he wanted more was the truth, hope, and a new life.

Old Blue couldn't help but laugh. Are you still an "angry person"?

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