Chapter 19 The Battle Between Gods and Humans
A gentle breeze caressed the earth, causing a few delicate flowers to fall.
They fall into the soil, thus being buried and sealed away.
Dark clouds gathered in the sky.
The creatures that live in the rain are extremely active.
The storm swept across the land, and the Nisi tribe suffered greatly.
Houses are often destroyed by the wind, which shows the power of the storm.
Meanwhile, in Tima's divine realm, Lemonles grinned and laughed heartily.
Its voice has a special quality, as if listening to a riddle.
The next moment, they will be bewitched by it and fall into a deep sleep.
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Along the way, Tima and his companions made the most of their flying abilities.
Just to get the problem solved as quickly as possible.
Tima, as the goddess of flight, flies the fastest, and her swift divinity is condensed within her.
Before long, Tima and his group reached the edge of the Nisi tribe.
Tima's eyesight was poor, but the air was filled with the smell of blood and decay, which she could easily detect.
Blood-red mist condensed around it.
On the walls and fences of the tribe, there were countless skeletons of the birds.
Some still had their bodies intact, while others were so rotten they were no longer recognizable as birds.
Even worse, some only have half a body and broken wings.
As it fell to the ground, it slowly stained the vibrant green grass with a bloody hue.
A sea of corpses.
These birds, having been brutally murdered, could not rest in peace; they were kept suspended by the Nisi tribe using a secret method.
The soul remains here forever, unable to leave.
Anger welled up in the hearts of the winged gods.
It's filled with heartache and hatred.
The flock of feathered creatures clenched their fists.
"Beast!" cursed a god of owls.
Even more irritable birds shouted.
"I'm going to kill them all!"
His child is dying tragically at their hands. Now, seeing his child unable to rest in peace, unable to return to the embrace of his soul.
Tima suppressed the violent emotions within her.
The art of hearing gathers in the throat, and then shouts.
"I am the lord of all the feathered beings. Summon your leader!"
Tima's voice echoed throughout the entire Nisi tribe.
Upon hearing Tima's words, Nisi, who was in the center, immediately donned his armor and armed himself with his spear.
The group arrived in a grand procession to the east of the tribe.
A shield in one hand and a weapon in the other.
It looked like a war was about to break out.
Tima looked at the person at the front and asked, "Are you the chief of the Nisi tribe?"
The bravest of them all was the leader, especially since he wore finer armor and was equipped with sharper weapons.
"Of course!" Nisi said with a serious expression.
He wondered why Tima was asking him.
"Why does your tribe persecute my free people?"
"Hmph! You'll have to ask your own god about this!" Nisi sneered when he heard Tima's question.
This only made Tima more confused.
"The rooster god not long ago killed my people and even tried to kill me! You high-sounding gods, you proud feathered flock, you should all die!" Nisi roared angrily, as if venting his frustration.
"A rooster god?" Tima pondered.
"A deity of demigod rank could not possibly kill your golden humans!" Tima shouted back.
"I saw it with my own eyes, how could I be wrong? You should get to know your own god properly! You arrogant, useless god!" Nisi shouted.
Upon hearing Nisi's words, Tima lost her temper.
"Shut up, you cruel executioners, bloody and disgusting souls."
At this moment, the divine essence of the flock of feathers has already found the information about the rooster god.
The divine status of the rooster is connected to it.
Tima then learned everything about Boculus's origins.
The three generations of Titans of the Glorious Clan.
Awaken the gods as dawn approaches.
They even learned about Boculus's aversion to the rooster godhood.
At that moment, he seemed to have ingested something indescribable.
He had a bitter pill to swallow but couldn't express it.