Chapter 586

Chapter 208 Remnants of the Deity Part 5

“What are you saying… Ugh…”

The sound of bones snapping and resetting continued from my chest and right arm. Fleshy protrusions writhed rapidly in the faint smoke of death. I clenched my teeth, enduring the unbearable itching, trying not to cry out or alert the dancer.

But inside, I was shocked.

If I hadn’t misheard, that woman had just said… the establishment of the Gate of Truth… was a fraud?

What does that mean…

Could it be that the plan for the Gate of Truth has failed? But isn’t the goddess’s body recovering… What exactly is she up to?

I stared at the dancer’s back.

“So many people have died…”

The woman continued speaking, completely disregarding me. She seemed to be venting, or perhaps simply expressing her sorrow through this method.

“Famine, war, endless escape, endless slaughter… For centuries, how many people have sacrificed everything, how many heroes have risked their lives… all for this moment… to appease the anger of the gods, even if it means becoming devils and descending into hell, they were determined to make it happen… In the end, it was all in vain…”

The dancer’s shoulders trembled as she took a deep breath, her breath shaking slightly.

“Naive, ignorant desires… passed down for centuries… until now, they have become unrecognizable… we have become villains in the eyes of the world, and indeed, we have long been forced to rely on the hands of villains… using despicable means, gambling with the last hope, with the resolve to die… thinking that as long as we could fulfill the deities’ wishes, we could complete the mission that the Gate of Truth has carried for so long, bringing peace to the world and preventing further deterioration…”

“Even if it means using my own body as the medium, I am willing… because it is my father’s last wish, and that is the meaning of my existence…”

Rumbling…

The mountains shook, the ground shook, countless huge rocks floating in the dim sky also trembled. The woman’s ethereal silhouette quivered slightly in my sight, and her words echoed clearly in my ears amidst the collapse and trembling of the entire world.

My heart trembled along with it.

What is she saying…

“Sylvia… do you know? I thought that as long as there was enough blood as a medium, carrying the remnants of the ancient deity, named by Sister Teresa as God’s Tear, the power of that bead… I thought that by bringing it here, we could end all hatred and sin…”

What is she… saying…

Why is she telling me this…

Is she trying to deceive me again… or lead me to do something…

That’s not right…

She should think that I’m about to die…

Is it necessary to go to such lengths to fabricate such a complex lie for someone who is about to die… Is it really necessary…

It doesn’t seem necessary…

It seems like she has already achieved her goal…

My thoughts raced.

During the time the woman was speaking, the bones in my right arm and chest had all been reset, and the numbness and itching in my legs gradually diminished. Quickly lowering my head to check, I found that the bleeding had stopped, most of the gruesome wounds had scabbed over, and some had even shed their scabs, with new skin slowly regaining its former lustrous glow.

Apart from my clothes being almost tattered and soaked in blood, my limbs seemed never to have been broken. The wounds were gradually healing, and the thin black smoke rising from them became more dispersed. I began to support myself with the jagged rock beside me and stand up.

The woman still did not notice my movements.

“I came with such ideals, thinking that as long as I could successfully release the seal of the goddess and restore her body,

By the great goddess regaining her power, she would bestow blessings upon this world already in dire straits, no longer allowing the people to suffer and restoring order to the world… I naively believed that as long as the seal of the goddess could be broken, no matter the cost, everything would improve… under the great deity’s protection… everything would be fine… but ultimately, it was my mistake…

She continued to whisper sorrowfully, as if to me, or perhaps to herself.

Even if the world was collapsing, the dancer was only recounting her story. Besides that, she didn’t want to do anything else.

Her emotions were already in disarray; it seemed that the belief she had long held dear had crumbled, causing an immense shock that completely overwhelmed the dancer. She lost her judgment, her composure, and even her will to live. She no longer considered fleeing or how to escape Dragon Country and return to the real world.

“A thousand years of anger, a thousand years of pain… I underestimated what it endured.”

Perhaps she knew how to leave, but she did not intend to do so.

“Even deities have emotions and spiritual attachments; they are not as selfless and fearless as humans imagine them to be, looking down on all with a transcendent attitude, maintaining the order and rules of the world with absolute justice… Even deities can go mad from endless torment and torture… I understand this now, but it’s too late…”

The deity…

Has gone mad.

My already chaotic mind finally managed to grasp the crucial information in the woman’s words.

I took a deep breath, my pupils trembling, my gaze shifting from the woman’s unsuspecting neck to the enormous floating tumor in the distance.

That was the deity… the Goddess of Sin…

There really are deities in this world…

And such a deity is about to go mad…

Despite telling myself countless times that this dancer is a heretic, the leader of the evil Truth Gate, her words cannot be trusted. Perhaps she has failed and wants to say something to evoke my sympathy, aiming for a deeper goal.

Even though I told myself this,

but…

I saw it.

What I saw, heard, and guessed… seemed to be correct…

Demons, the Dragon Country… This is a complete and thorough deception that has lasted for a thousand years… The church may have fabricated this grand lie for the people and possibly for its followers…

I saw these, thought about them, and understood them.

And the dancer’s words confirmed all my suspicions…

She should not be lying to me…

Even though she has done so much evil, the dancer… should not be lying to me… nor does she need to lie to me…

In a daze, I heard her continue, “Such madness, no one can stop it, no one can… Silvija, we will both perish along with the collapse of the seal… Soon, the people outside, the outside world, will also vanish. With enough blood, Diana will recover her physical strength and transform into an unstoppable true demon… and begin a thousand-year delayed revenge against humanity…”

“So?”

I gazed at the enormous tumor in the distance, murmuring.

The cracking sounds came again from various parts of my body. I moved my arms and ankles, slowly walking behind the dancer.

“So, you just watch… nothing else matters.”

The dancer finally noticed, turning abruptly.

“What…”

She looked at me, her cracked lips slightly open, her deadened eyes showing a hint of disbelief.

“This is what you have done—”

The moment the dancer turned around, I struck like lightning, clamping tightly onto her delicate neck, my eyes gleaming with a crimson light, thick black fog rising from beneath my feet.