Mythology: I am God!
Chapter 90 Blood and Sword
Under the setting sun.
The wind across the wilderness brushed against every blade of grass. In the warming spring, the dew on the grass blades turned red in the setting sun, reflecting the brilliant sunset and crimson hues on the horizon.
However... in the Canaanites' memories, that crimson glow was always unsettling, as if it had stained the sky with blood, or burned the heavens with fire...
In people's narratives, we only hear of rain, hail, and even thunder falling from the sky, but never of fire... However, when asked about the Canaanites, they swear with certainty, as if...
The Buddha himself witnessed that incredible miracle…
Some passing travelers had questions:
"If that calamity truly exists, then why are you still alive?"
The Canaanites' unforgettable memories would then flow from their lips along with their piety:
"Because of God."
"The first Messiah died in roses."
"The second Messiah returned from the fire..."
"And we are the second generation of Messiahs who were pardoned from the fire."
And it happened to be at dusk.
While the traveler chatted with the Canaanites in inns, taverns, or markets...
A piercing, sharp whistle echoed throughout the entire Canaan region.
Whether it was a plantation, a temple, or a market, all the places in Canaan that were still operating normally were awakened by this sharp, piercing siren.
The visiting travelers and merchants were unaware of what was happening and were puzzled, wanting to ask the Canaanites what had occurred.
However, just as they turned to look at the Canaanites who had been chatting with them, they found that the Canaanites had immediately drawn their swords from their waists, their eyes changing from kind and friendly to fierce and resolute, giving all the guests a look of utter hostility.
Everyone was shocked.
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They thought the Canaanites had gone mad and were about to draw their swords to kill them.
But they soon discovered that the Canaanites' ferocity was not directed at them.
These people surged into the streets like madmen, converging towards the village entrance.
Like tributaries converging into the main river, the Canaanites gathered together on countless streets, some carrying knives, others holding swords.
Some people even carried axes and sickles, and the group was not in perfect formation.
However, their faces were filled with fierce glints, some were dressed, and some had their muscular upper bodies exposed.
To outsiders, they looked exactly like a bunch of thugs and bandits!
Some of the bolder travelers went forward and mingled in the crowd to see what was going on.
However, upon reaching the village entrance, they saw scattered shadows in the distance across the wilderness... and also a flag that had been passed down by word of mouth among the merchants.
"My God, it's those... the forest bandits who call themselves the 'Brotherhood'!"
They are the most ruthless of the ruthless, and they even dare to raise their own flag!
Their people are spread throughout all the villages around Argos.
Almost every village has at least one informant among them.
They were even more dangerous than the wild beasts on the road, so much so that when they occupied the road, merchants had no choice but to pay a small fee to ensure a smooth journey ahead...
Travelers and vendors had reported the matter of the Hall of Heroes on more than one occasion, hoping that Argos would take action.
Without exception, all the bounties and contracts were suppressed by an invisible hand.
Even those with some connections who tried to bypass the Hall of Heroes to report to the Emperor, unsurprisingly, would find their own heads hanging over their own doors the very next day...
"Canaan is finished!"
When the travelers saw hundreds of figures gradually emerging from the wilderness beneath the flags erected in the distance...
They were horrified...
Each of them was clad in tough leather armor, some even in expensive bronze armor, and each carried a longsword, axe, and shield. Their eyes revealed a bloodthirsty, savage, and mocking intent.
The Canaanites were by no means weak in spirit.
Although their equipment was inferior in any way, and they didn't even have proper armor.
But their faith, their faith in God...
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It is the most invincible spear and the most unbreakable shield in their hearts!
Isaac and Tyr the Elder stood before the Canaanites.
Isaac, wearing a golden cloak and with a bronze sword hanging at his waist, stood tall.
Old Tyr had two swords slanted across his body, a posture quite different from when he only had one sword.
It was as if, in the last twenty years, he had developed a new swordsmanship that could combat the decline in physical function and the effects of aging.
The robbers were closing in.
Behind them stood the imposing and powerful Canaan Village warriors.
Old Tyr stood on the grassland.
He squinted as he surveyed the fierce-looking group standing in the wilderness.
It seems that something has been gleaned from this.
He said to Isaac:
"They don't seem like robbers..."
"On the contrary, it has some of the characteristics of a regular army, with formations and strict discipline..."
"It's probably not as simple as just being a robber."
"Moreover, judging from my observation, there are more than two high-ranking warriors among them..."
Old Tyre said this with a smile.
It seems that Isaac's solemnity and gravity had nothing to do with him.
And the bandit group in the distance seemed like nothing more than a joke…
The two teams, about fifty meters apart, stopped, and a gust of wind passed between them, blowing Isaac's golden cloak.
And the gray-black cloak of the man leading the group on the opposite side, who was carrying a giant axe.
The Canaanites, like bandits, raised their axes and swords, their eyes burning with rage...
He kept cursing and swearing at the distance.
These bandits, however, stood solemnly opposite, like an army, armed with spears or swords…
The leader on the opposite side was carrying a giant axe, with several followers behind him.
Judging by his aura, he's at least a Silver Warrior.
The man at the head, carrying a giant axe, had incredibly solid muscles and powerful strength. His exaggerated pectoral muscles, in particular, looked like they would burst out if not for the bronze armor. They were even more exaggerated than the prostitutes of Collins!
Isaac was somewhat horrified by what he saw.
Even Pan, who fought alongside his father against the Nemean Lion.
I've never seen muscles this exaggerated before...
With a wave of his hand, the group of "robbers" behind him stopped in their tracks. They loosened their grip, and their large axes crashed to the ground, sending dirt flying. He noticed the emaciated Isaac not far away.
After scrutinizing him for a long time, he finally said, with a hint of disdain:
"Are you the son of Yara?"
Isaac frowned, gripped the bronze sword at his waist, and replied:
"It's me."
As soon as those words were spoken, Isaac had barely uttered his next sentence...
The man wielding the giant axe, upon hearing this, suddenly waved his hand and roared, "Release the arrows!"
As soon as he said this, several arrows shot out! Isaac was startled. How could this man be like this, showing no martial ethics whatsoever? And then those deadly arrows struck the golden cloak.
The incident happened so suddenly that he had no choice but to raise his cloak and shield his face.
Several clanging sounds were heard!
Sparks flying...
Failed to penetrate the defense.
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Immediately, it lost its weight and fell into the ground.
Seeing this, Isaac was enraged, and at the very moment the setting sun was obscured by the clouds—
Both sides listened to a single command:
"superior!"
The Canaanites, who had been harboring immense rage, charged forward with their swords drawn.
Meanwhile, the bandits on the other side clashed with the Canaanites, brandishing their weapons.
Soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals, kings against kings!
Isaac drew his sword and faced the man wielding the giant axe.
Old Tyr drew the two swords that were tucked diagonally at his waist.
An elderly swordsman wields two swords alone.
I stood under the setting sun.
Alone, he stood before the dozens of other warriors.
The frost has not yet wiped away.
Shangxu
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