Not A God

Chapter 65

On the altar, Monarc was in a trance, his heart, which had been strengthened by the blessings of God, was racked with pain and his expression was filled with morbid anguish. Not wanting Him to see him in such an ugly state, he covered his face with his fingers, slowly snapping them together, his fingertips leaving a trail of blood on the pale bionic skin, the suppressed madness making his whole body feel like it had fallen into hysteria, his tears stained with blood.

"Ha ha haha! Serves you right! You deserve it! You monsters! You deserve what you get!"

The robots on the altar as living sacrifices were at first a bit confused by the strange behaviour of the bionic beings, who after all seemed overly vulnerable compared to the ferocity and coldness of the killing of the robots. They even shed tears, as if they had real feelings.

After observing for a while, the Mechanics finally realized that the reason for everything seemed to be related to this ritual at the altar. The ritual to summon the Flesh God had failed, and the Flesh God had rejected his familiars, seemingly abandoning them. This was exactly what they had planned to do, and it was a blessing from the gods of mechanics!

"Bloody bionic monsters! Sooner or later you will become extinct!"

"Go to hell! Bionic monsters! Even your God don't want you anymore hahaha!"

The mechanicals bound to the altar jeered and sarcastically, drawing the cold stares of countless bionic people on the stage, eager to tear the mechanicals who dared to blaspheme God to pieces.

Monarc turned his head expressionlessly, looked at the mechanical people, slowly spoke, his voice trembled slightly, as if he was suppressing some extremely horrible emotion: "...... Mirty mechanical people, is the most disgusting thing to God ...... must be because You, right, because of you, that's why God have implicated us and disgusted His most pious dependents!!!"

The last thing that Mernak said was that his tone was extremely fast, and his suppressed emotions completely exploded, no longer the noble and elegant manner of the past when he boasted that he was the most favoured sacrifice of the gods, but like a demon who had fallen into hell, filled with the smell of blood and tyranny.

The mechanics on the altar wanted to continue their sarcasm, but when they met Mornac's deep, dark eyes, they fell into fear, as if bound by invisible chains of fear, and all their sarcastic words choked in their throats, unable to escape. Never before had they realised so clearly what a tyrannical being this bionic man called Monarc was.

Thoughts were frozen by the brutal aura emanating from the bionic man, and the next moment, a powerful pressure crushed the mechanical people into pieces. Then, looking at the pieces of the cyborgs falling from the sky, Monarc regained his usual calmness, so calm that it was a little eerie.

Yes, it must all be the robots' fault.

It couldn't be, the gods couldn't have been disgusted with him, God had been looking out for him, otherwise, how could he have awakened his self-awareness and freed his enslaved companions ......

God must still be watching them, watching their every move to see if they are still pious ......

He needed to work harder to prove to the gods that they were still the most devout members of the God of Flesh and Blood!

With this in mind, Monarc turned his face towards his compatriots under the altar, his cheeks still bearing the bloody marks of his own scratches, showing a bit of a wretched and frantic colour. The blond, dark-eyed bionic man smiled once again with the innocence of a lamb and announced that he had a plan to make the gods forgive them and favour the bionic man once again. The bionic beings under the altar all looked up with renewed hope in their eyes.