Everyone listened quietly. What they heard were the deeds of their ancestors countless years ago.
Trinville broke the silence and asked: "Wouldn't it be nice that Bosdal was killed?"
Elder Gretel smiled and said, "Really? Maybe. Maybe not everyone thinks so."
The envoys and evil gods who followed Bosdal witnessed his failure. They could only howl for their dead leader, retreat into the darkness and lie dormant. They wailed every day and licked their bleeding wounds, but they lost the courage to continue to fight against heaven.
Heaven and earth have returned to their former peace.
Those new lives gradually grew and grew under God’s comfort and care.
Aldore is a generous and enthusiastic god. He has long lost the desire to win in the so-called competition, but it does not prevent him from loving his children.
They were all like him, tall, handsome, and extremely intelligent. Long hair, fair face, eyes as clear as crystal.
He loved them, taught them knowledge, and they learned quickly. They were lively children, and as soon as they saw Aldole, they would pester him to teach him new knowledge. Because they learn quickly enough.
Aldol was always happy. He felt that he was happy when he was with them. He chose a dense and lush forest for his children to make their home. The scenery there is beautiful and the climate is pleasant. He always loved his children.
Osram also adhered to Tierda's will, and he did not want to lose to Aldol and Thelma. Besides, he also truly loves the children who are alive because of him.
Like him, they were tall, tough as granite, and although taciturn, they were exactly what he wanted. He likes to stand in the clouds, overlooking his children on the earth, and work silently.
They have strong bodies, but that doesn't mean they are stupid. On the contrary, they are smart and studious, and like Osram, they love carving those rocks. They are not afraid of hardship and are tireless. Osram complied with their preferences and placed them in the most majestic and steep mountains on the continent. Wherever there are mountains, they will become their home.
Thelma could never forget those children. Whenever they see her, they will run to her, touch the corners of her clothes, and look up at her with joy. The eyes are so innocent, so pure. She would always lean down and kiss them.
They are not as handsome, tall, strong, or even as smart as other new beings. However, Thelma didn't care. She taught them to love the land beneath their feet, taught them to build houses, weave clothes, hunt and farm. They are always so happy, no matter what difficulties and dangers they encounter, they can always face it with a smile.
They settle for a hard-working and optimistic life and never envy the power of other new beings. They took to heart Thelma's words to love and cherish everything they have.
The favorite thing of the gods has become to overlook the new world unfolding on the continent from the clouds during the feast. They discussed enthusiastically, expressing surprise and praise for the miracles created by those new lives. Few people mention who the final winner will be.
Who else cares about that competition? They felt that with those new lives, there would be a different vitality on that continent.
They all said: "Just wait and see. Although they are still very weak now, one day they will no longer pray to us. Not only can they protect themselves, but they can also protect us, the gods who once gave them protection and care." The evil gods will become weaker because of their strength and will never see the light of day again. The evil gods will be frightened and can only hide in the darkness forever."
Hortilius never spoke. He always drank in silence the wine as red as blood from the golden cup. His face was as red as wine.
When they talked about their happiness, they all asked the Supreme Being to give their new life a nice name. Kilda readily agreed.
He said: "The children of Aldor are as handsome and intelligent as him. They will make the forest their home and crystal their soul, and they also love poetry and music. We might as well call them 'elves'."
The great elves who sang poems and played music at the banquet all laughed happily when they heard this. They dance in the heaven, cheering for new life with more beautiful music.
"The children of OSRAM are strong and powerful. They are as calm and loyal as the mountains, and are fearless in the face of wind and rain. Since they like to live in the mountains, we call them 'Stone Spirits'."
He continued: "The children of Thelma are optimistic, honest, and upright. I think their name is 'people'."
There was a lot of noise on the mainland and they had their own name. They sang and danced to thank the gods for their blessings.
A great uproar arose on the continent, and the cries reached heaven.
The divine envoy pointed under the clouds and said to Qilda: "Sovereign One, look quickly."
Several evil gods who plucked up the courage crawled out of the darkness and attacked the first person they saw. Those weak people were frightened by the sudden attack. They fled in all directions, shouting Thelma's name.
The gods all watched with bated breath. They want to know how people use their own power to defeat those evil gods.
However, their weak bodies cannot support the power enough to resist the evil god's magic. They had a large number of people, but they were retreating steadily in the face of a few violent demons, suffering heavy casualties. All they could do was cry, fear gripping their hearts.
Thelma had tears in her eyes. Aldol and Osram both shook their heads and sighed. Vika and Gnis were furious. Natilius looked at those poor people coldly. So small!
Hearing people's cries and pleas, elves and stone spirits organized themselves to join the battle against the evil god. They used the skills they learned from the gods and fought with the evil gods while shouting.
Finally, they joined forces to defeat the evil gods and drove them back into the dark abyss. They even killed an evil god.
The gods applauded their bravery and were pleased that they seemed to be in control of their own destiny. People, on the other hand, are extremely grateful to the elves and stone spirits and worship them. Just like they had snuggled up to Thelma.
Hotilius could no longer endure the stupidity of those ugly and powerless people, let alone face their cowardice. He looked viciously at those people who were being chased by evil gods just now, crying and running for their lives, but now they were singing and dancing happily, and his heart was filled with contempt.
As the gods cheered, he glanced at Thelma from the corner of his eye. The goddess rejoiced at the salvation of her child.
Another thousand years have passed. Maybe, longer.
Elves, stone spirits and humans have been struggling on the continent, and the battle between them and the evil gods has never subsided. The brutal battles tempered them, and although there were still countless hardships waiting for them, they still managed to survive in Palinkabakama with difficulty but tenacity.
The dark abyss was filled with stinking poisonous gas. Even those evil gods thought they would rather die than they could no longer endure such a life worse than death.
They cried: "Since we can no longer tolerate it, there are few who dare to challenge those elves, stone spirits and people? Have you forgotten what our leader said to Kilda before he died? ?The gods can no longer help those new lives. Now, as long as we have a strong new leader, we can leave here, kill all those guys who have occupied our territory, and restore everything that should belong to us .
However, there were also a few brave warriors who rushed out. Although, they failed. However, more soldiers are lingering in this stinking sewer, but they are frightened by those who are weaker than us. Okay, then let us soak in the poisonous water, rot and die slowly. "
Some evil gods also shouted: "Those elves and stone spirits are not as weak as we think. They have been taught by the gods. Although their power is not as good as ours, they are not a force that can be slaughtered by us. If We really have to use all our abilities, and we may be able to defeat them. Who can guarantee that the gods will just sit back and watch? If the gods are angry, our end will come faster. We must have a new leader. He must be strong, Don’t be afraid of those gods. But we will never have such a leader again.”
They were all wailing, and their sounds spread far, far away into the same dark place.
In the darkness, a voice more sinister than darkness came, "Look at these poor people under Bosdal. They are not only despicable, but also cowardly. Now, they can only wait here to rot slowly, but there is nothing they can do."
The evil gods shouted angrily: "Who is it? Who is it?"
A shadow appeared in the abyss. Wherever he went, the boundless darkness was illuminated, and the poisonous gas was dispersed by the light.
He said coldly: "It was me. I was the one who killed your leader and threw his head where you cowards would never dare to go."
There was a clamor among the evil gods. Although they were still shouting, their voices became quieter and quieter. For they all saw that standing fearlessly before them was the god Hortilius. They looked at each other, but no one dared to speak louder.
Hortilius looked at them coldly. His eyes were contemptuous and his face was full of arrogance.
After a while, a voice sounded, "Since you killed our leader, you still dare to come here. Aren't you afraid that we will kill you too?"
"Of course I won't be afraid. Because," Hortilius looked around and said arrogantly, "because you don't have the courage. Besides, you can't kill me."
The evil god was enraged, and they shouted again: "Although you are powerful, we would rather kill more warriors than kill you to avenge Bosludar."
Hotilius smiled coldly and said: "Okay, then come on. I will stand here. If you have the courage, you can come and kill me." He walked over slowly, and the evil god was struck by his Shocked by the gaze, they all lowered their heads and retreated.
But no one among the evil gods dared to step forward and provoke Hortilius, the youngest and most handsome among the gods.
Hortilius still had a contemptuous sneer on his face. "Bosdar can be considered a great god. Although he was defeated, I will still say this. But," he said, "look at these followers of his, they will just wait here pitifully to die. But your dead leader, before his death, still fantasized that you would be braver to resist Kilda and shed all your hatred for him."
The evil gods didn't know why Hortilius said such things. He is the best among the gods and Kilda's favorite disciple.
The smarter ones among the evil gods vaguely guessed Hortilius' intentions, but they couldn't believe it. They all fell at the feet of Hotilius and began to moan again.
Hortilius took advantage of those evil gods and subdued them. His divine power allows the evil god, who is eager to find a new leader, to become his loyal slave.
He also took under his wings the fallen gods loyal to Bosdal who were wandering on the sea, and promised them a future that even the rebellious gods had never promised. The failure of the fallen angels and their resentment towards Tielda made them wholeheartedly willing to become Hortilius's hawks.
Hortilius possessed these two powerful forces. Similarly, those fallen angels who failed and those evil spirits who hated the gods even more hated the new life, because they had powerful gods like Hortilius, they rekindled their almost lost courage.
Hotilius was carried away by his vain thoughts, and he couldn't wait to lead his followers to attack the new life.
The elves and stone spirits are already more powerful than during the last Millennium War. Suffering a sudden and despicable blow from evil spirits and fallen gods, they struggled to resist and dealt a heavy blow to their enemies.
Human beings are still weak, but they no longer run away. Together with the elves and stone spirits, they fought side by side against the enemy.
The evil gods and fallen angels are facing increasingly tenacious resistance. Although they had a large number of people, they could not easily achieve the victory they thought would be easy.
During the battle, the magic taught by the elves and stone spirits from the gods began to show great momentum and power, and slowly gained the upper hand in the war.
The power of those new beings that were once at the mercy of humans caused the demons to suffer a shameful defeat. No matter how hard they try, they can't reverse their imminent failure.
The demon shouted Hortilius's name loudly. Their screams echoed throughout the heavens and the dark abyss.
Hotilius had been watching the war he was waging. Although the gods kept their promise not to interfere with the new life, the collapse of the new life has not yet come. Their tenacious fighting made the evil gods and fallen angels suffer greatly. Hortilius was furious.
It shouldn't be like this at all! Without God's blessing, the new life will surely be weak and timid, falling to its knees and begging for life.
However, the scene he imagined never happened. The elves and stone spirits shouted loudly, holding bows, arrows, and giant axes to fight the evil god. Inspired by them, people did not surrender even though they paid a heavy price.
Hortilius is crazy! Sure enough, he fell from the sky.
His magic was so powerful that many new lives were killed and wounded by his angry blows. Seeing the emergence of their new leader, the evil forces violently renewed their fighting spirit. The new life could not resist, and the entire army was almost wiped out.
When Kilda heard the news, he let out a long sigh.
Thelma was also shocked. She could not believe that Hortilius would lead a rebellion against heaven, against the supreme god who trusted and loved him most.
All the gods and angels are waiting for Kilda's order. He said: "What is supposed to come will come sooner or later. Now, another god has broken his promise, and new lives are being slaughtered. The gods will not be bound by those oaths. We, too, have to start fighting."
The heavenly army led by Vika and Aldol began to attack the windy ocean, while Gnis and Osram led the divine envoys to launch a counterattack against Hortilius's henchmen.
Hotilius' power was great, and the battle between the gods was fierce and stalemate. The new life is bleeding and struggling.
At the most critical moment, Kilda's compassion made him no longer able to sit idly by. His thoughts turned into a huge fire dragon, burning the battlefield of evil spirits, leaving them with corpses scattered across the field, screaming and fleeing.
The wail of the evil spirit made Kilda feel pity, and he withdrew his magic power. The fire dragon fell from the sky and crashed in the southwest of the Palinkabakama continent. Its tail turned into a long and narrow peninsula extending into the depths of the sea, and its back turned into high hills. However, although the fire dragon was shattered into pieces, the place where it fell was shrouded in the divine power given by Kilda, preventing evil spirits from invading it.
Under the guidance of the gods, the new lives established a common fortress at the place where the fire dragon fell. Elves, stone spirits, and humans formed a blood alliance in the fortress and gathered in Qilda, the last holy place that gave them the chance to survive. In the Holy Land, they found respite and regained their strength and courage to defeat evil.
Hotilius's army was finally completely defeated by the counterattack of the gods and new life.
Although his power is powerful enough to cause a great impact on other gods. However, he was still defeated.
When he was tied with iron chains by Vika in front of Kilda, he even had an arrogant look on his face. The gods were watching him.
Thelma burst into tears, and Tierda was heartbroken.
He didn't even look at Thelma and said contemptuously to Qilda: "Please kill me just like you killed Bosdar."
Kilda looked at him and said slowly: "Why did you follow in the footsteps of the rebellious gods and resist me? Now, do you know that you were wrong?"
Hotilius bound himself with iron ropes and sneered: "If I still have a chance, I will still do it. This is a world of strong people, and justice cannot come by charity. If I am strong enough, you still dare to say that I Did you do something wrong?"
Gilda looked into his eyes, and Hortilius gave him a cold look.
He said: "You have seen Bosdal's fate, don't you understand? There are many powers that are more powerful than the ones you mentioned. Justice, kindness, loyalty, and friendship. Only those who have these are truly powerful and invincible. . These originally took root in your heart. However, hatred made you abandon your conscience and just to satisfy your own desires, you did not hesitate to provoke this war. Because of you, so many innocent lives were lost. The crime committed is unforgivable.”
All the gods in heaven looked at the young Hortilius and the calm-looking Tilda on the throne with strange and unreasonable emotions.
Hortilius must have deeply hurt Tierda's heart, which loved him deeply. Some felt sorry for him in their hearts, and even hoped that Tierda could give Hotilius a lighter punishment for the crimes he committed. But no one dared to propose it to Qilda.
Hotilius turned a blind eye to their pity. He sneered and said: "I am not afraid of death, and I will not ask for your forgiveness. What you say is just to make people laugh, and it is only deceptive and hypocritical." Words. I resist you not just for myself. I want to kill those poor new lives and turn heaven and earth into the paradise of gods. What qualifications do those weak and miserable wretches have to live in this land we created? Up? Yes, I’m going to kill them.”
Gilda shook her head, knowing that Hortilius was unpardonable, her compassionate heart was still trying to restore his evil soul. He said: "You keep despising those new lives. However, I want to tell you, don't underestimate them. One day, they will grow up and become strong, and they will no longer fear you and me, or any gods."
Hotilius sneered: "I don't believe what you say. Just like I respected you and trusted you before. I will also tell you what I believe now. As long as those new lives lose the protection of the gods, they will immediately They will be swallowed up and abandoned by this world, and no one will be left. Because as long as they understand that God will not protect them forever, they will lose their courage and never feel happy again. Selfishness, greed, evil and cowardice will It will wipe out all their vitality. They don’t even need to wait for the evil gods who are much more powerful than them to destroy them, and they will disappear on this continent by themselves. "
Gilda deplored Hortilius' stubbornness. He shook his head and said: "No matter what you say, you can't find a reason to forgive you for your sins. I bet on your lost life that the gods will no longer protect them, and the new life will not be able to use them. Due to the power of the gods, magic will be banned. However, even if they only rely on their own power, they will eventually become stronger and will eventually defeat the evil gods who are their enemies, as well as themselves."
Hortilius laughed. Now that he had received Kilda's promise, even though he still had to pay for it with his life, he was still secretly happy. He left the greatest gift to his followers.
If new beings lose the protection of gods and magic, they become pitiful creatures at the mercy of others. Those fallen angels who followed Bosdal are already his loyal subordinates and are still wandering on the sea. Together with the evil god who was forced to retreat into darkness, they still dreamed of the day when the world would change.
He made an agreement with Kilda. Even if he gives up his own life, as long as the gods also give up the protection of the new life, he will have eternal life when the new life disappears from this world.
Kilda made a ruling. Hotilius' life and soul will be forever sealed in the dark and bottomless abyss. However, at the critical moment when Hortilius was about to turn into powder and remain silent forever, Thelma burst into tears and her magic power weakened, allowing Hortilius to escape the final punishment. The gods fell short. Although Hotilius' body and soul were sealed, they did not disappear completely.
Thelma fell to her knees, crying and begging for Tielda's forgiveness. Qilda sighed and said: "Maybe it's not the end yet. But Selma has committed a great crime, and there will be no place for you in heaven from now on. What did you bring to Palinkabakama? It should be clear. Now, use your power to redeem yourself."
