Chapter 22 Both Sides Suffer
A powerful storm slowly swept through the sea of stars.
It is infused with discord, destruction, war, bloodshed, and violence.
The goddess on the throne had a gloomy expression.
"Step down."
The three goddesses behind him slowly retreated.
Several black and gold threads were wrapped around the huge gear.
The storm destroyed the birds' star map and made a complete mess of the starry sea.
"Well done, Master of the Feathers!"
Life is being nurtured.
...
Blood and qi spread.
Before the old bones had even fallen, new corpses had already covered them.
The entire plain was empty except for the hoarse shouts of "Kill!" and the high-pitched cries of the gods echoing through it.
The sky was gray, stained with a blood-red hue.
Only a small patch of green grass remained, clamoring with sorrow.
Anger spread across the plains.
This is a land of bones where even the light fears.
Above the clouds, the god of calamity held the divine weapon of calamity.
It kept shooting towards the ground.
Each arrow is a massive whirlwind.
In contrast, the golden humans' "shamans" performed mysterious movements and chanted mysterious incantations on a high platform.
The power of nature is contained within it.
Although they lacked divine power, they could barely hold their own against the demigods for a few rounds.
Each demigod descended from the flock of feathers, behind whom lay a towering pile of bones made of hundreds of humans.
The Nisi tribe is not the largest of the Golden Humans, but they still constitute a significant portion of the total human population.
When all the men died, the women took their place, and the battle continued as long as it went on.
Tima wielded the divine power of the calamity wind.
His lips curled up slightly, and even his eyes behind his mouth were full of madness and laughter.
The flames of war scorched the Nisi tribe, mercilessly devouring the feathers falling from the sky.
They are gods, but as racial gods, they are not immortal; the origin of the race is not entirely in them.
They are merely symbols of this ethnic group.
In the world of Chaos, these deities are no different from any other flower or tree.
The world is enriched by them, but the world has not paid attention to their growth.
They are like weeds, resilient and energetic, but weeds are not worth it.
In this battle, the Nisi tribe was nearly wiped out, and the Qunyu tribe also lost several of its racial gods.
This battle, with its devastating winds sweeping across the land, showcased his formidable reputation.
This battle planted a seed of fear in the hearts of the golden humans, a fear that lingered for a long time.
The land was devastated, every place telling a story of war, every place crying out in pain.
Merisdely, the White Dove, gazed upon the blood-stained battlefield!
Looking at his comrades who were already bloodthirsty!
Look at these golden humans who have gone mad!
Looking at myself, my feathers were now stained with blood!
The pure white feathers were no longer sacred; everything on the battlefield weighed heavily on her heart.
She looked at the golden humans who were now nothing but "witches".
As "shamans," they knelt on the high platform.
He didn't utter any words of pleading; instead, he repeatedly chanted mysterious language.
Quietly awaiting death.
The winged creatures, their eyes bloodshot, prepared to kill them.
Tima's demonic voice echoed repeatedly in their minds, clamoring for them to be killed.
Merisdre was the first to escape the demonic sound, but because she was on the very edge of the battlefield, her divine power was not strong due to her status as a goddess.
This is the tragedy of Greek mythology.
He looked at Tima, who was spreading demonic sounds, with a solemn expression.
He shouted.
"Friends, wake up!"
Look what we've done!
"Look around us, we're surrounded by the corpses of our comrades and other humans!"
"Look at the land stained with blood!"
"Spare the remaining humans!"
"We shouldn't be ruthless executioners; let's spare their few remaining lives!"
The divine sound spread throughout the entire plain, echoing in our ears, growing ever more deafening.
Many of the kind-hearted birds were awakened by these calls.
"Look at your divine fire!"
"Your faces are ravaged, do you want to fall into the abyss?!"
The feathered creatures examined their divine fire and discovered that it emanated an aura of discord, bloodshed, and violence.
This is repeatedly polluting its own divinity.
They snapped out of their madness and looked at the earth, at the battlefield.
The abyss is preparing to welcome them.
Things have come to this point.
The Nisi tribe was nearly wiped out, and the divine nature of the feathered beings was deeply corrupted.
"Let's end it!" Merithley said as a final word.
The flock of feathered creatures finally stopped what they were doing.
"But we will eventually have to give this matter an answer!" Raven's Kpaka said calmly.
"Then let us call upon the goddess of justice! The creations of the Titans will surely give us a fair judgment!" Phoenix said from the side.
Her phoenix eyes swept over the few remaining golden humans.
Tima clenched her fists behind them, coldly watching the flock of feathers.
The bony wings covering the eyes slowly faded away.
His eyes regained their white color