Not A God

Chapter 88

On the screen, there was a pile of insects with limbs flying all over the place. Ants, mole crickets, beetles, insects that Zen remembered as hiding in the dirt and grass, all had human-like forms, and Zen could see a mixture of pain and fear on their twisted faces that seemed no different from the expressions of human beings before they died.

But this, however, made it all the more disgusting.

A bug with a human expression, an anthropomorphic upright posture, retaining the most distinctive features of a bug.

They were instantly recognisable as just bugs.

And Zen doesn't happen to like bugs very much.

"...... Is a bit boring."

Zen muttered, falling into boredom after the initial novelty had worn off. Seeing that the bottom of the Ancient Gods Simulator page suggested that multiplier mode could be turned on, he turned on twice the speed, waiting for the video to reach its end so he could see how the world was actually destroyed.

As the speed increased, the King's capital became even more dilapidated, the sky red with blood, and there were only a few insects left standing among the corpses. The one called the Blood Emperor seemed to be a moth or something, Zen thought as he looked at the two thin, transparent wings trailing behind him that he hadn't waved much. The Blood Emperor had told the truth after he had spoken to the two defeated believers, that it was all a plan to gain the favour of God.

And in order to accomplish this plan, it did not hesitate to plunge the entire Mist Continent into a cloud of war and death for the sake of its plan.

The so-called remorse was never there.

"This world - it should belong to the strong! You fools do not deserve the favour of the Faceless God!" Bittle shouted so, finally tearing off his cowardly mask and revealing his true face of ferocity and nastiness. He was surrounded by alchemical soldiers, all of whom he had built privately and were under his command alone.

This was his strength.

He had waited too long for this moment, and as long as the only two insects on the continent with favour died, then he would be invincible, and would be the insect most qualified to receive the favour of the Faceless God!

"You actually ...... built armies of your own!" Vadilan gritted her teeth as she watched the alchemical soldiers she had designed turn their guns on herself, her bloodied face filled with hatred.

She had never imagined that the young emperor, who had always been as humble as a weed in her eyes, had a hidden agenda and had developed such a large force in private.

On the other side, Del also saw the reality, he knew that things had come to this point, the reinforcements could not fight against so many undead alchemical soldiers even if they came over, there was no way back.

The Insects were completely finished.

Perhaps the sons of the Macomber family should never have existed in the first place. It was a sinful family, stained with the blood of its kin from the birth of the Curtis Empire until now, even to the point of summoning that horrible evil god to cause the destruction of an entire continent.

Both he and his sister bore the original sin, a sin beyond pardon. Del closed his eyes in despair and allowed the Blood Emperor's soldiers to drag him to the altar with Vadilan, cut open their abdominal organs with a special boning knife, and bloody held up the broken entrails and placed them respectfully before the broken statue.