"Of course, if a Child of God possesses excessively powerful talent, like the son born from the Lady of Light and the Night Lion back then, the Heavenly Emperor, whose bloodline contained too many secrets of true gods and was of immeasurable value, then it would never be the turn of insignificant nobodies like us to possess him.
"You are Daenerys's only direct blood relative in this world, a Child of God, yet your cultivation talent happens to be rather poor.
"Even if we seize your bloodline and soul traits, we still wouldn't be able to usurp Daenerys's Song of Laws.
"That makes you of little value to the great gods. But to us, you are just right," said the blue-eyed water ghost.
The dwarf found it hard to believe. "Aren't you already gods? Who could possibly call you 'nobodies'?"
"We are merely wild demigods without even a temple of our own. Forget comparing us to true gods, even those city-state gods with huge congregations and churches are beings we can only look up to," sighed the red-eyed ghost.
"In front of the Dragon Queen, wild demigods like us are nothing more than lackeys," the old crone water ghost said helplessly.
"I thought becoming a god meant transcendence. I never imagined the gap between gods could be this huge."
Recalling his previous naïve thoughts, the dwarf smiled bitterly.
"Once we eat you, we will definitely transcend!" The blue-eyed water ghost looked at the dwarf with greed and anticipation.
"Transcend my ass. I'm not even a heavenly god," the dwarf cursed.
"You are a Child of God, far more valuable than ordinary deities." Unable to resist, the old crone water ghost stretched out her long tongue again and licked the dwarf's face several times. "There is a prophecy from the true gods: 'Eat the flesh of the holy monk, and one shall gain eternal life.' The holy monk it refers to is you."
"Ridiculous. I'm not even a priest, so what holy monk am I? The holy monk must refer to that bald donkey Qizang. Go eat him instead.
"He just advanced to a third-level Powers Angel, basically the king of angels. Eating him would definitely make you gods," the dwarf shouted.
"What? Qizang leveled up again?" The four ghosts were horrified and exchanged glances.
The old crone water ghost said gravely, "We need to speed up. The moment we enter the sea, we divide up this dwarf and eat him immediately.
"Qizang is terrifying. We cannot give him a chance to rescue the Child of God.
"Best if we leave the Narrow Sea before dawn and hide in some corner of the world where even Daenerys cannot find us. Then we can slowly digest him and slowly cultivate."
The other three water ghosts nodded and accelerated together, instantly increasing their speed by thirty percent.
The dwarf swore that if his hands had not been bound by black cords, he would have slapped himself hard across the face.
"My talent is poor. There's no need to abandon your homeland over my low-grade bloodline," he forced a smile.
"Your talent is poor, but your bloodline rank is high! The direct elder brother of the future number one empress and number one heavenly god of the world. Can anyone else in the world possess a nobler bloodline than yours?
"Besides, we have no delusions about the four fundamental elemental laws. Those belong to the authority of the main gods.
"After seizing your bloodline, as long as we can comprehend the chorus of the Song of Fundamental Elements, like the Song of Waves, the Song of Tides, or the Song of Undercurrents from the Song of Water…"
The red-eyed water ghost interrupted the blue-eyed ghost's excited fantasy. "The Song of Waves belongs to that old salted fish, the Drowned God."
The blue-eyed water ghost nodded. "Right. The Drowned God has already sung the chorus of the Song of Water, raging waves. We can only comprehend the other choruses. Fortunately, Daenerys hasn't unlocked the Song of Water."
The red-eyed water ghost barked, "Don't aim too high. Her Song of Wind and Song of Fire are enough for us to benefit from for a lifetime."
The blue-eyed water ghost nodded and smiled at the dwarf. "Perhaps after we seize your bloodline and soul, and fuse your bones and flesh into our bodies, we might comprehend choruses of the Song of Wind, such as mountain wind, valley wind, bitter wind, monsoon, or spring breeze...
"And maybe from the choruses of the Song of Fire, we can analyze the power of creation through your bloodline."
"What are you dreaming about? If the dwarf's bloodline possessed even a trace of the power of creation, the great gods would have acted long ago," the old crone water ghost mocked.
"So my value is this high? Even I didn't know, and I've been running around everywhere." The dwarf looked miserable.
"As long as one comprehends the Song of Laws, even just a chorus, one can become a true god. Aren't true gods immortal?" the blue-eyed water ghost said excitedly.
"No. The current world can no longer produce true gods. Even possessing a complete Song of Laws is useless, just like Balerion of Valyria," said the silent white-eyed water ghost coldly.
The old crone water ghost said, "We don't need to become 'genuine' true gods. We don't even need to sing a Song of Laws to one hundred percent completion. We only need to make a start and gain the ability to wield the power of laws.
"The gods of the Far Eastern Land of Darkness even avoid the four elemental laws that form the foundation of the world.
"Back when the world still allowed true gods to be born, they deliberately locked their Songs of Laws at ninety-nine percent completion to avoid receiving the world's bestowed true god divinity.
"Without true god divinity, they carried far less responsibility toward the world and wouldn't constantly perish during the world's falls.
"We should learn from those dark demon gods. Possess immense power, bear no responsibility, and live freely for millions, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions of years, achieving true eternal immortality."
"My mighty gods, your ideas are wonderful, but I haven't comprehended any choruses of the Song of Wind or Song of Fire myself. Eating me is useless!" the dwarf lamented.
"Just because you're stupid doesn't mean we're as stupid as you." The blue-eyed water ghost sneered. "Do you know the origins of us Four Ghosts of the Narrow Sea?"
"Four heroes, where do you come from?" the dwarf asked.
"We are your ancestors!" the old crone laughed.
"You're Lannisters too?" the dwarf cried absurdly.
"We are the First Men recorded in Westerosi history, and among them, the greatest kings.
"Our cultivation talent may only have been slightly inferior to Daenerys's. In the words of the gods, all four of us were semi-holy spirits.
"So you needn't worry about us being unable to analyze your bloodline," the old crone said proudly.
"The common people allowed transcendent beings to become kings? Weren't they afraid of and jealous of their power?" the dwarf asked suspiciously.
"At that time, humans were not the protagonists of the world. Tribal survival was difficult. Only those with powerful transcendent strength and exceptional wisdom could become kings.
"It was we who protected the First Men from enslavement and hunting by the divine-blooded nobility. It was also we who led the desperate First Men to flee to Westeros, the so-called 'Forbidden Land of the Gods.'"
The white-eyed water ghost's tone was complicated, filled with pride, hatred, melancholy, and a trace of barely perceptible sorrow.
"The divine-blooded kingdoms were kingdoms founded by Children of God?" the dwarf recalled the records about the eras in the New Seven-Star Scripture.
"Yes. It was an age where true gods manifested openly and mortals were like ants, glorious and brilliant, yet savage and bloodthirsty." The white-eyed water ghost's gaze grew distant as he sank into memory.
"The bloodlines of gods established divine kingdoms upon the earth. Every powerful king and noble was descended from gods, and some were even first-generation Children of God, just like you.
"When humanity first appeared in the world, their status within the divine-blooded kingdoms was extremely low.
"The gods said we were outsiders who had entered their realm from another fallen minor plane, and therefore deserved to become sacrifices.
"But humanity consisted of many races. Some truly came from fallen minor planes, but even more were descendants born from the interbreeding of gods and humanoid races.
"No one is born destined to become a sacrifice.
"We were unwilling to endure oppression, nor could we bear seeing our kin become food for the gods.
"Unfortunately, the gods were too powerful.
"The laws of the previous era were extremely friendly toward transcendent powers. Even forbidden spells were common."
"Just like today's Dragon Queen. She has almost recreated the majesty of the divine kings of the previous era," said the white-eyed Ghost King with a complicated tone. "We lacked her talent, her opportunities, her dragons, and her advanced meditation techniques.
"At that time, facing the divine-blooded kingdoms, we were as powerless as ordinary human kings facing Daenerys today.
"We lacked the strength to resist, yet refused to become livestock for the gods, so we could only lead our tribes in flight."
"You were the greatest Hero Kings! Your deeds and ideals deserve to be remembered by the people of the world forever.
"Especially the line 'No one is born destined to become a sacrifice.' That should become your eternal symbol," the dwarf praised loudly.
Then he cautiously added, "However, devouring the brother of the Child of the Era doesn't really match your great ideals.
"I think you should remember the past and reclaim your glory. The sea of suffering is boundless, but turning back leads to salvation!"
"The Hero Kings died long ago at the Arm of Dorne. We are now merely dead souls of the sea," sighed the white-eyed water ghost.
"The Arm of Dorne? Was it the forbidden spell that shattered the Arm of Dorne?" the dwarf asked in shock.
"No. We weren't worthy of enjoying forbidden spells." The white-eyed water ghost shook his head. "The Land of Sunset was truly worthy of being called the forbidden land of the gods.
"Back then, we were already demigods, yet before even setting foot on the continent of Westeros, we jumped into the sea and committed suicide ourselves."
"Uh… the Three-Eyed Crow? That bastard is too vicious." The dwarf's mouth twitched.
The Hero Kings had escaped pursuit by the divine-blooded, endured countless hardships, and finally reached Westeros, only to collapse humiliatingly at the gates.
Suddenly, Tyrion felt a trace of sympathy for the four old ghosts.
"We don't know," the water ghost said bitterly.
"You don't even know how you died? Did the Weirwood God personally intervene?"
"Sigh. Back then, Westeros alone had more than a dozen Greenseers. Any one of them could have crushed us, let alone the Three-Eyed Crow, let alone the Weirwood God."
"But you were demigods!" the dwarf cried out.
"Even true gods don't dare approach Westeros. What the hell is a demigod worth?"
"Are Greenseers really that strong?" The dwarf still found it unbelievable.
"Those bastards shattered the Arm of Dorne. You tell me whether they're strong or not."
"But now even the Three-Eyed Crow has surrendered to my sister," the dwarf muttered.
The four ghosts fell silent.
After a long while, the old crone water ghost said, "This is exactly why all the gods desire to devour you. Your sister's talent is simply too terrifying."
"Hero Kings, remember your mission. Do not forget your original hearts!" the dwarf pleaded desperately.
"Stop struggling. Letting us devour you can also be considered repayment to your ancestors." The old crone lovingly stroked the dwarf's cheek. "Such a handsome little face. We'll enjoy you first before eating you."
"No! Master, where are you? Save me!" the dwarf wailed at the top of his lungs.
"Go ahead, scream all you want. The Ghost Shadow Mist is blocking everything. Even if you scream your throat raw, it'll be useless," the old crone water ghost laughed.
"Hehe, we even deliberately circled around the city several times. Even if Qizang had a dog's nose, he wouldn't find us anytime soon."
But before she could finish speaking, a voice that terrified the four ghosts came from behind them.
"Demons, where do you think you're running! Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon~~~~"
At first the voice was still over a hundred meters away, but by the time the final word of "Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon" was spoken, it had already arrived directly behind them.
"This is impossible! Even the Drowned God can be deceived by our Ghost Shadow Mist!" the old crone water ghost screamed.
"We were careless. The dwarf must carry a tracking mark," the white-eyed water ghost said in frustration.
(End of Chapter)
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