The sound of the explosion was limited to his ears, and the power compressed to the limit began to cause the space to change colors. Tzeentch was still screaming and changing forms.

He transformed from an amorphous cloud of smoke into the white snake again, hissing and spitting out the letter. But the sword was still inserted into his body. He became the green-skinned man, a demon, and a bird.

--becoming everything he once was. No matter how many incarnations he took, no matter what methods he tried, the Emperor's blade never left.

So, this is what death feels like. The Emperor thought thoughtfully.

Listening to Tzeentch's death scream, the Lord of Mankind closed his eyes, and his consciousness sank into the depths of his memory.

He saw a boy.

Wheat-colored skin, bare upper body, and bare feet. The boy was sitting in a hut made of mud, holding a skull. It was his father's skull. The boy turned it over slowly and touched it carefully with his fingertips.

His thumb, still stained with mud, traced the lower jaw and the teeth.

After a while, the boy stood up and put the skull aside. He cast his gaze on the stone shelf aside, where several other skulls were sitting quietly. There were also some sculptures made of clay, all of which he made.

Made with my own hands.

The boy filled the eye sockets with stones. If his memory is correct, he will go to the beach a few days later to find some fishermen to exchange shells so that he can make better eyes. However, these are just ancient customs.

You can put it away.

The Emperor had seen this memory a thousand times - in a few minutes, the boy would walk out of the door. Out of this shabby hut made of mud.

He held his father's skull, and his heart was filled with boiling anger. At this time, he didn't know what it was. He just felt uncomfortable in his heart, and tears almost burst out of his eyes. His suddenly awakened ability told him everything.

There was no need to pray, no need to call upon the spirit of his father. Just a simple touch and the boy would understand everything. Then, with the skull in hand, he would find the man who murdered his father...his uncle,

His father's brother.

His uncle would fall to the ground, dying of a heart attack. When he died, a half-formed shell necklace would fall from his hand. This necklace was supposed to be given to his cousin when it was completed, but she would never see it.

arrive.

People would flee in all directions, uttering many vague phrases full of fear and sadness. It was an ancient early Indo-European dialect. After a few hundred years, this language would develop into a language called Hittite, and then

As time goes by, it disappears into the long river of time.

What happens next, the Emperor is tired of it.

He has watched it too many times.

The boy's figure began to grow infinitely, and in an instant he changed from an underdeveloped child to the image of a barbarian. His black hair was tied back, and he wore a simple cloth robe and straw sandals. The barbarian carefully leaned against the house.

The wall sat down and looked out the window.

Large and small mud houses are scattered on both sides of a small river. The wheat fields under the setting sun blow gently with the breeze. The sparkling river surface makes the barbarians sigh.

This gathering place that cannot yet be called a town is very lively. Adults are talking and laughing with each other, children are chasing and playing in their sight, and several dogs are barking in the hope that someone can feed them some food. The wind blows past

The breeze from the lake drifted over, gently caressing the savage's face in front of the window, bringing him some comfort.

I wish I could watch it longer.

The barbarian lowered his head and coughed several times from his throat. The blood dripped and dyed irregular bright red on his cloth robe. It soon soaked into the robe, leaving blood marks on his skin, and his internal organs began to roar.

The god born in his body was awakening, and when he was born, he died.

His head is getting lower and lower, and his vision is getting blurry. Tzeentch's words are correct. As the newborn wakes up, his vision will be taken away first. Then his hands and feet. Eventually, he will completely dissipate.

, even the memory cannot be retained.

The new consciousness will not accept his memories, and the pain contained in them is enough to completely collapse any self-aware creature. His self-protection mechanism will not do this.

He is nothing more than an aggregation of fragments, made up of his broken soul, glued together by billions of human beings' respective beliefs in him. He is whatever humans want him to be.

Maybe they'll be better off?

This thought floated in the mind of the savage.

He hopes that no more children will look at their parents with hungry eyes. He hopes that people will no longer have oppression, murder, and deception regardless of class. He hopes that everyone can support themselves and their families with their own hands, and that they will have no worries.

To be himself...he has a lot of 'hopes', yes, a lot.

The barbarian's eyes began to blur, and nosebleeds flowed from his nostrils. The unimaginable pain began to make his whole body tremble.

But he did not scream, did not resist, and even accelerated the process of the newborn baby waking up. He is the God of mankind, and He will definitely protect mankind...Based on this idea, he will help Him receive it without reservation

The remaining strength of oneself.

In pain, he slipped along the wall and fell to the ground, unable to maintain his sitting position. Sweat rolled down his forehead, his eyes were dilated to the limit, and blood gurgled from them. His fingers drew random circles on the ground, and his chest and abdomen

Rapidly rising and falling.

The sounds of people chatting after a hard day's work reached his ears, as well as the laughter of children, the barking of dogs, the sound of the breeze blowing through the leaves... It was so beautiful. His breathing began to quicken.

"boom!"

...what is this sound?

"boom!"

Is it my imagination, or is someone really knocking on the door?

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The barbarian opened his eyes wide, wondering what was happening - until he noticed that the wooden door was shaking with the sound.

The force was so great, one after another, that each blow made the barbarian's heart tighten and he could hardly breathe. And the force used by the person who smashed the door began to become stronger and stronger, even drowning out all other sounds.

"boom!"

The door was opened and it creaked as it hit the wall.

A man stood at the door, wearing a black robe, and his face was so pale that it was almost transparent. He was breathing heavily, and a soft golden light emitted from behind him, illuminating the dim room. It also illuminated the sky, and the sunset was setting at this moment.

The sky should have been dark, but it was illuminated by this light like daylight.

"It's not easy to find you," the man said. "I told you, I have a way."

He stretched out a hand, and golden light emerged from it. The man pulled the barbarian up from the ground. His figure began to gradually dissipate, replaced by more and more solid golden light. The barbarian stared at all this, he

Forgot to think. The pain began to disappear gradually, the blurred vision returned again, his hands and feet stopped shaking, and his breathing became smoother.

The mud shacks disappeared and were replaced by houses made of wood. The savages walked out and the sky became brighter. The uneven dirt road was filled with sand and gravel and paved with cobblestones.

The same is true for the houses and wheat fields on both sides of the river. Time changes and passes rapidly. The aroma of food rushes into his nose. The barbarian turns his head to look and realizes that at some point, the houses behind him have turned into red bricks.

The two-story bungalow has bright windows and a tiled roof. Green smoke is slowly coming out of the chimney.

He raised his hand and gently opened the door. A family was enjoying dinner inside - this scene lasted for a second, and then continued to change. The child in it grew up, and his parents grew old and died. The child got married.

Get married, start a new life, and then die. The war destroyed the house and the surrounding town.

Wanderers came here to establish new gathering places, and then wars broke out. After an unknown period of time, the place began to change. Houses and high-rise buildings made of cement and steel bars replaced everything, the roads became smooth and clean, and electricity circulated.

Even on a dark night, it's as bright as day.

Countless people came and went, but the barbarian in the blood-stained robe always stood there in a daze. The world changed in just a blink of an eye.

"What happened?" he asked himself.

"Your memory is being revived." He Shenyan's voice came from behind him, and the black-robed mage walked through the past bit by bit. He walked up to him, with a soft golden light on his body.

The savage looked at him in confusion.

"I connected the Star Torch, and used its illumination in the subspace to connect to the human spirit of the entire universe today. Human beings believe in you, and a god composed of faith is awakening in your body. The basic power that constitutes him comes from you.

, but the more important factor is human belief. Subconsciously, everyone has an understanding of you."

"Some people think you are a protector, some people think you will avenge all those who died due to injustice. Some people think you are an absolutely impartial judge without emotions and ego. Some people think you are a kind person.

The old man...all these constitute the image of the god who is about to be born."

"However, gods are fragile." He Shenyan laughed. "Especially the gods of faith. They are born because of their faith, and they will also change themselves and even have their consciousness distorted because of their faith."

"...You made all mankind stop believing in me?" The barbarian's voice trembled.

"I'm not that capable of modifying everyone's memory. I just blurred the concept. I just told them that you need help."

The ground they were standing on began to gradually become higher, and the prototype of the hive city was being born. Black metal and thick cables covered the ground, replacing the telephone poles that once lined the roads. The trees disappeared, the soil disappeared, and the wild animals became extinct one by one.

A huge hive city thousands of meters high rose from the ground, and a mountain range was carved into a magnificent palace behind them. He Shenyan shook his head: "Seriously, you should pay attention to the environment."

The barbarian smiled, trying to catch his joke, but found that the mage's figure was gradually becoming fainter.

"you--?"

"A small question." The mage said calmly. "The necessary price is, let's meet again in reality, okay? Or do you want to stay in your memory for a while? I don't have any objection."

"They protected you." He said at the last moment before disappearing. "Just like you have done to them for tens of thousands of years."

The savage said nothing, but stared at the place where he had disappeared.

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The sun set. The golden beam of light that penetrated the sky and the earth also disappeared little by little.

Some people felt lost, and they didn't know where this feeling came from. Most people were unaware, and they didn't know what they had done. Many refugees were still calling the Emperor's name and praying to him.

Star Hall.

"Why did he faint?"
To be continued...