Chapter 886 Fear me

(I forgot to update it yesterday, so today I will update a three-in-one chapter, including tomorrow’s chapter)

The moment Solandel touched the soul niche, the scene before her eyes shattered instantly, and her consciousness entered a mysterious realm that she had never seen before.

There is obviously a vast void with no concept of space, but there are endless strange substances flowing. They are composed of endless numbers, symbolizing endless time, spreading to the endless past, and surging into the endless future.

Solandel's consciousness was floating in this torrent of time, unable to escape, unable to resist, unable to feel the temperature, and unable to hear the sound, just like a lonely boat on the black ocean, she could only let it fiddle with it.

Gradually, large mottled spots appeared in her vision, and one picture after another was flowing rapidly, but they were too fast to be seen clearly. Countless pictures were squeezed together to form snowflake-like noise.

As the noise became infinitely dense, an overwhelming blazing light suddenly lit up. She suddenly opened her eyes and saw the wild world that existed in ancient legends.

This is an extremely subtle feeling

Different from sitting in the audience and watching immersive performances, Solandel now becomes an "actor" on the stage. She exists in a body and can see what he sees through his eyes.

The ears hear what they hear.

The cold temperature, the feel of the wind on the skin, the lingering scent of beasts in the air. Everything is so clear.

She could even feel the ups and downs of her body owner's thoughts and emotions, as if they had merged into one body and completely become each other.

Solandel knew that she had entered the memory of the Sun King, and what she would experience next would be what the Sun King had experienced.

As a true bystander, she cannot change anything, but she can perceive everything from the inside out.

Solandel had no way of knowing exactly what year it was now, but this was obviously an extremely early memory of the Sun King, because she felt the emotions that would occur to any mortal in the heart of the "Head of the Gods" -

fear.

Tremble.

confused.

It is unknown why the Sun King appeared here. He was just wandering helplessly, and Solandel from thousands of years later accompanied him along the way, like a ghost of time that spanned endless years.

Following the footsteps of the Sun King, Solandel also had a preliminary understanding of the times. This was a lifeless world with no fire, no cities, and no civilization. Primitive humans were not yet civilized. They drank blood while drinking blood, and communicated themselves with gestures and calls.

His consciousness is like a wild beast.

The more places I travel, the emptier and lonely I feel inside.

What a feeling that is.

Just like a wanderer who has left his hometown and can no longer find his way home, the huge feeling of confusion is like a slender tentacle, unbridledly burrowing into the skin and entangling into the heart and lungs.

Suffocating, numb. The unknown world lies ahead, so huge, but I don’t know where to stay.

Finally, the Sun King got tired. He sat on the cliff and looked at the unfamiliar world. Sadness hit his face and he lowered his head unconsciously.

Solandel found that what she saw began to become blurry, as if some kind of liquid filled her eyes. Finally, the ground in front of her eyes was wetted by a few drops of water, which were the tears of the Sun King.

Her vision suddenly plunged into darkness, and the first memory came to an abrupt end. As noise emerged again, Solandelle entered the second memory.

I don’t know how much time has passed since the last memory, but Solandel can feel that the confusion and helplessness in the Sun King’s heart have faded a lot. Perhaps because he forced himself to accept the reality, he began to have the courage to go on.

During the journey, the Sun King came into contact with some primitive tribes on the wild land. Although he could not communicate with them in language, he could still convey his meaning through some gestures.

Soon after, the Sun King joined a tribe of hundreds of people and lived with those primitive humans.

The following pictures kept flickering, and the time range changed rapidly, as if there were some memory fragments that no one could see, and had been deliberately deleted.

Solandel could only capture from fragmentary scenes that this tribe became more and more prosperous after accepting the Sun King. The primitive people who could only live with stones suddenly had iron tools.

No one knows where the knowledge and technology of the Sun King came from. He taught the tribesmen how to use fire and made farming and nomadic tools that spanned the ages. As a result, everyone got rid of the life of eating hair and drinking blood, and no longer knew how to wear clothes.

Not covering the body, not eating enough.

The Sun King also invented ancient pictorial characters based on common objects, further transformed them into language, and taught them to his people.

The ignorant and chaotic primitive people thus got rid of the beast-like howling, and from the beginning of simple communication, to the end, they completely integrated language into their lives.

The Sun King brought unprecedented prosperity to the tribe. These people who grew up in the wilderness seemed to regard him as some kind of more advanced creature. They erected totems for him, held sacrifices for him, and worshiped him.

In the following days, the Sun King was often in a meditative state, but every time he entered meditation, a white blazing light would rush through. These memories seemed to have been forcibly erased, and only some fragmented moments remained.

Solandelle only vaguely heard that the Sun King was communicating with certain beings in her consciousness. She was very sure that it was not with her tribe, because the Sun King used a language she had never heard of.

throbbing, excited, happy

This feeling is like being on an isolated island, surrounded by a black ocean. I thought I would be trapped here forever, but suddenly I discovered other isolated islands at the end of the sea, with people like him on them.

In this way, the Sun King was immersed in the worship of his people, and a spark was burning in his heart. His endless and complicated thoughts finally converged into one thought——

Maybe I can make it to the end.

Time passed quickly, and the tribe led by the Sun King became more and more prosperous.

With the help of production tools, they not only solved the problem of food and clothing, but also built simple wooden houses, eliminating the need to live in caves all day long.

In their spare time, they could even rely on their cattle and sheep to sing songs made up for them by the Sun King.

We will move towards a better future - everyone longs for it.

However, the good times did not last long.

There are countless primitive tribes in the wild land. When the Sun King tribe sang to wine, they struggled and rolled in the mud. When the Sun King tribe stroked their cattle and sheep, they faced ferocious beasts.

Jealousy is one of the innate human emotions.

The prosperous life caused the Sun King tribe to be targeted by the enemy, and the killings began.

Those barbarians appeared from all directions, and there were so many that they could not be seen at a glance. They mercilessly slaughtered everyone in the Sun King tribe, regardless of age or sex.

Blood dyed the fertile farmland red, the screams of the tribesmen were mixed with the neighing of cattle and sheep, and even the whistling wind was filled with the smell of blood all the time.

The tragedy of the Sun King is inevitable. He has advanced wisdom but no powerful force. He gave his fellow tribesmen a prosperous life, but failed to give them the sharp blade to protect this life.

The peaceful life was destroyed overnight, and the false gods were deposed.

In exchange for a chance to live, the survivors of the Sun King's tribe surrendered one after another and volunteered to serve as barbarian coolies. They not only handed over all their grain stores and production tools, but also handed over the creator of all this - they told the Sun King's hiding place

The barbarians gained their own peace.

After the Sun King was captured, the barbarians did not kill him, but cut off his hands and feet and kept him in captivity, eating his flesh and drinking his blood.

Because they firmly believe that this person is indeed a "god", and as long as they eat his flesh and blood, they can have god-like wisdom.

During those days of imprisonment and torture, in addition to pain, another emotion emerged in the Sun King - hatred.

I am kind and have mercy on you.

I led you out of the darkness, but in the end they betrayed me.

I see you as human beings, and you see me as a pig or dog.

How disgusting.

How disgusting!

How disgusting!!!

Severe pain, anger, and despair, along with an uncontrollable desire to vomit, rolled wantonly in my heart.

I will never fall here!

Shortly after being captured, the barbarians discovered that the Sun King's flesh and blood had no effect and tasted no extra deliciousness at all. They gradually lost interest in him and planned to kill him to make rations.

Later, the Sun King broke the straw rope that bound his body in the bloody struggle. He did not climb out, but quietly waited for his "prey" in place.

When a barbarian warrior came forward, the Sun King suddenly tripped him down with his stump. In the chaos, he bit the opponent's throat like a wild beast.

The barbarian warrior fell in a pool of blood, his dying eyes wide open and looking at the Sun King, his eyes filled with another primitive emotion that is innate to human beings - the fear of death.

At this moment, Solandel suddenly felt a strange feeling, and the fear in her eyes seemed to have a physical form, turning into an unspeakable heat that surged throughout her body.

Soon, something even weirder happened. Solandel felt that the endless heat finally condensed in a certain area of ​​consciousness. When it surged, it brought some unprecedented power.

White smoke was rising from the Sun King's body. Whether it was the severed limbs or the severed flesh and blood, they were all regrowing. Although it was extremely slow and took more than an hour, it was already beyond the reach of mortals.

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Solandel couldn't understand where this power came from or how it could appear out of thin air. She only knew that the Sun King began his revenge from this moment on.

Killing.

Endless killing.

He kills not only his enemies, but also his tribesmen who betrayed him.

Every time you kill someone, every time someone falls in front of you, that weird heat will surge through your body.

Even if you don't take action, just facing the enemy's frightened eyes will trigger a surge of heat. The more fearful the opponent's emotions are, the stronger the surge will be.

To the end, the Sun King made every drop of his enemy's blood drain away. When he stood among the corpses on the ground, Solandel could clearly feel the fanatical restlessness in her heart——

Kindness? Kindness? I've been wrong this whole time.

In this savage world, everything is empty, only strength can make people survive.

From today on, give up your illusions and embrace your power!

I will definitely go to the end!

The next memory spans a wide range of time and place. The previous scene was in the middle of summer, and the next scene was in the cold winter. I was originally in the mountains and fields, and then suddenly moved to the deep ocean.

What these memories record is the great legend about the Sun King by later generations.

war, conquest, fusion

Countless tribes were defeated by the Sun King, those who rebelled died forever, and those who followed condensed into a larger collective, and the first light of civilization was lit.

He taught these ignorant and chaotic people language and writing, completely breaking away from the ranks of primitive animals, and began to have prosperous thoughts.

He waved his scepter, separated a ray of his soul, and created unpredictable soul skills;

He held the dragon gun alone and stepped onto the top of the world, launched the Dragon Blood Crown to defeat the immortal ancient dragon, and the dragon's blood began to flow in his body;

He set sail towards the endless ocean, awakening the ancient and evil existence under the sea and suppressing it in the abyss;

He lit the divine seal between his eyebrows and spread his faith to the vast world, allowing every follower to possess the power of the sun, gold and fire.

Every scene in front of her is the history that Solandel has read in the book. It is no longer a dry text, but one with the memories and thoughts of the Sun King. She experiences everything from his perspective, the kind of experience of experiencing the vastness firsthand.

The feeling of time makes people's blood rush.

In the end, from the beginning of that fragile chick, the Sun King stood on the top of the world. He conquered every tribe he could reach and mastered all the power he could find. He had no rivals in the world and was aloof.

In the human world.

However, I don’t know why, in those vast late nights, the Sun King always sits alone on a high place, looking up at the star-studded night sky. He is not sentimental in the night like ordinary people, nor is he thinking about life as if he were in another world.

What Solandel felt in his heart was the initial confusion.

You obviously have everything, but you seem to have gotten nothing.

He has clearly stood on the top of the mortal world and is regarded as a god, but because of a higher existence, he is still as humble as an ant.

During this period, the white blazing light continued to surge, and the memory images Solandel saw flashed frequently, as if some memory had been forcibly erased.

Solandel only knew that every scene was devastated, and the Sun King stood on the broken battlefield, with deep anxiety that penetrated deep into his bones, and was constantly entangled in his heart.

It feels like I thought I had reached the end of the road, only to find that there is still an endless road ahead.

I don't know where I'm going to run or how long I'm going to run.

Whenever this happens, Solandel will hear a voice in her heart - become stronger.

Become stronger by any means possible!

Memories continue to cross, and historical scenes reappear before our eyes countless times. The Sun King’s footprints are all over the continent, from the Sea of ​​Broken Moon in the west to the Thorny Mountains in the east. Believers are all over the world. This great god also established human history.

The first unified government in China.

Headed by the Sun King, the seven strongest generals who followed him to conquer all directions, together with the immortal ancient dragon conquered by him in the Dragon Blood King's Crown, together formed the Council of Gods to determine all order in the world. They are

The ancient "Nine Gods" who had a profound influence on later generations.

However, even though the darkness of the Fireless Era has dissipated and the light of the sun has spread throughout the world, the Sun King's heart has not changed from beginning to end.

Become stronger!

he kept telling himself.

Become stronger!!

Become stronger by any means necessary!!!

Finally, the shackles that have imprisoned people's bodies and thoughts for thousands of years appeared.

Under the irresistible will of the Sun King, the Council of the Gods issued iron laws to the entire continent and reorganized the social class. Since then, all living beings who were originally equal have become higher and lower, and there have been conflicts spanning the Fireless Era, the God's Fall Era, and finally

The three-tier class system ended in 515 in the Fire Moon Calendar—nobles, commoners, and slaves.

In this memory, Solandel saw three unforgettable scenes——

The Sun King stands on the top of the House of Gods, with the Eight Gods arrayed under him. The sunlight from the dome shines on him and splashes golden light. The people who have been canonized as "nobles" look up, with respect and admiration in their eyes, watching the supreme being given to themselves.

Status of gods.

The Sun King opened his arms as if to embrace the endless nobles, and his loud voice resounded through the House of Representatives:

"You guys, you need to respect me!"

The screen quickly jumped to the next scene. The Sun King was in the main city square. People classified as "civilians" knelt on the ground, kowtowing in the direction of the leader of the gods, thanking him for his gift, but afraid of losing it.

All of this, in the end, one can only put one's heart and soul into faith in exchange for God's mercy.

The sun king's brows are burning with divine seals, and the golden fire of the sun is burning all over the sky, like the sound of thunder piercing the ears:

"You all, be in awe of me!"

The final scene is in sharp contrast to the vast and exciting scene before. It is a hell, a hell on earth made of flesh and blood.

The air was filled with the smell of blood and carrion, like the breath exhaled by demons. The ground was filled with severed heads and headless corpses. The originally fertile soil was a shocking reddish-brown color, extending far to the end of the horizon.

There are the lifeless dead in hell, as well as the living who are trembling and lying on the ground. Three feet below the palm of each person's hand is a brand with a hot iron, which is the inferior class - slaves - defined by the Sun King's iron law.

The number of slaves accounts for 70% of the entire continent's population. Under the iron law, they have no personality, no dignity, and no basic right to life. They are just bipedal animals that can be killed by civilians and nobles at will. The Sun King himself is even more

That's true.

Why?

No why.

What the gods say is the truth!

The Sun King is floating in the sky above Hell. The raging golden fire of the sun towers into the sky, as if it is about to pierce the vast sky. The raging murderous intent is like a stormy sea. I don't know how many slaves have been killed, thousands, ten thousand, or millions.

The Sun King looked down at the ants who were still alive, swallowing their trembling and fear, and the brutal voice penetrated the hell, as if to be transmitted to all the slaves in this world:

"You will be afraid of me!"

"Hiss--" The hellish scene shattered, and Solandel woke up from the remaining memories in the soul niche and returned to reality.

Her entire face was pale and her consciousness was in a daze. She could hardly even stand still. She staggered several steps and fell to the ground, where she just sat there in a daze.

The amount of information in that scene was so great that even though I had been exposed to the Soul Shrine, there were still many questions that remained unanswered.

For example, where did the Sun King come from? Why does he have wisdom far beyond the wild? What are those memory fragments erased by the white scorching light?

These questions made Solandel even more confused than before, but instead of being confused, her heart was filled with an unprecedented emotion - trembling.

Solandel originally thought that the Sun King set an iron law and classified slaves as animals because of the times. Perhaps it was that dark and ignorant era that restricted his thoughts and made him formulate policies full of historical limitations.

But now Solandel knows that she was wrong. She has been wrong all along.

The Sun King is not ignorant. This leader of the gods can spread civilization, expand ideas, integrate all ethnic groups on the continent, and establish the first unified political power in human history. Everything proves that his existence is far ahead of the times.

And the reason why he deliberately divided so many slaves and deprived them of their right to life was just for one thing - to harvest fear!

What is the principle here? Solandel doesn't know. She only knows that when the Sun King kills the first enemy, facing the fearful eyes of the opponent before death, some kind of mysterious power begins to grow in the body.

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This is not a metaphor, nor is it a change in character, but under the fear of the enemy, he has become stronger in a real sense!

In endless journeys and endless wars, he grew stronger step by step amid the fear of his enemies, and finally became the "leader of the gods" in the eyes of the world.

But when the continent was fully unified and there was no more war, the Sun King was still pursuing power and "fear".

As a result, he created enemies in peace, or in other words, created objects for harvest—slaves.

The Sun King established an iron law, depriving slaves of their most basic personality and right to life from the legal level, stripping them of their human identity, and slaughtering them arbitrarily.

These slaves are animals in the true sense. The only difference between the Sun King and mortals is that mortals harvest the fur and flesh of animals, while the Sun King harvests the fear in the hearts of animals.

The Sun King just kept slaves in captivity, numbed them to reproduce in the same way as animals, and then killed them batch after batch out of fear.

All of this is not because the slaves made any mistakes, it is just that the Sun King is pursuing power, and he is doing whatever it takes to become stronger.

To this day, Solandel is not the first person to come into contact with the Soul Shrine. All 25 kings have come into contact with it before. The scene she just saw has been seen by every king, but it has been known to generations.

, generation after generation is silent.

Perhaps the Sun King had already settled down. The iron law he set was not only a yoke, but also the cornerstone of aristocratic rule.

No matter how many generations have passed, those nobles who are above us will continue to strengthen the unbreakable class and maintain their rule forever through the iron law and the world's belief in the sun.

As long as the sun never sets, the Sun King will always be the leader of the gods.

From this moment on, Solandel finally knew what she was facing.

Her enemy is not the iron yoke that oppresses slaves, nor the ignorant ordinary people, nor the aristocratic group that is superior to mortals, but a ghost with crazy ambitions that still lingers in the sky of Doguland thousands of years after his death.

That is a monster that wears the garb of a god, feeds on fear, and is made of human flesh and blood!
Chapter completed!