There was a village in a snow-capped land. Its denizens were a tough and hardy lot, each wearing the thick furs of hunted beasts as their clothing in the chilly climate.
There probably weren’t more than a thousand individuals in this settlement. And almost all of the people within it were half-bloods. A variety of features that would never manifest in pure-blooded humans could be seen in the population. Some folk bore traces of clear barbarian heritage in their genes, and others seemed to harken to some kind of snow cyclopean ancestry.
In these snowy plains lived the cruel snow cyclops. These humanoid monsters were brutal and loved to hunt humans to sate their desires for sport, food, and lust
Reproductive isolation was very rare in the world of San Soliel, and almost any interracial creature could be born. This village was a haven for the crossbreeds between humans and cyclopses.
These people could not live in a human society not only because of their strange appearances but also because of the snow cyclop's blood in their bloodlines.
The northern snowfields were sparsely populated but also rich in various species of creatures. These villagers rely on hunting for a living. The furs, frozen meat, and other items their village produced were used for trading with nearby cities. They would usually send humans with less shocking appearances to trade in the cities nearby.
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For hundreds of years, this land of mixed blood had this kind of lifestyle.
The God of Strategy Anhur was born and grew up here. He was a gifted person who achieved the position of demigod hundreds of years ago. After becoming a demigod, he did not leave his hometown but instead became its guardian. With his strength and wisdom, he protected his people from the monsters nearby. Due to his protection, the village had grown from a few hundred to thousands of people.
As a result of all this, Anhur was worshiped by the people in the village. Although the people here were few, they were all devout believers. With the faith of these people, Anhur was able to ascend as a god and became the God of Strategy. At the same time, he established his own church, allowing the northern tribe to expand its territory and have larger space for activities.
The houses in the village were all very small, but there was one house alone that was three stories high, and that was Anhur’s temple.
His priests gathered in the temple every night in devotional prayer and Anhur bestowed them the power to fight against those dangerous monsters.
The cyclops obeyed their king’s command, released the white dragons, and watched them flee in panic. Then they went to prepare their weapons, ready to follow their ruler to reclaim their territory.
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A few seconds after Anhur fell, in the Astral Realm, the God of War Marzalis watched dumbfounded as a star fell from the main continent to the Astral Realm. He looked blankly as the incarnation of his subordinate god disappeared and also sensed that Anhur’s true body had died.
At the same moment, all the true gods were able to sense the fall of the God of Strategies. In only a decade or so into the new calendar of San Soliel, a god had lost his immortality, and it was Louie Galakrond, the God of Dragons, who caused it all!
What’s even more horrifying was that no one could understand how Louie bent the rules of a divine kingdom. Moreover, he deceived the God of War and entered Valhalla with his true body to kill the God of Strategy in an instant.
A god’s divine kingdom was considered the safest fortress for the gods, but Louie was able to enter it like no one’s business. What’s more, the Dragon God even dared to let his true body with godhood of level 12 enter. He definitely did this suicidal act with some kind of guarantee.
In an instant, the gods shuddered in fear for this ruthless and crazy Dragon God who dared expose his true body. At the same time, they felt sincere awe, especially those weaker gods. Still, they trembled when they found out that their divine kingdoms were not as safe as they imagined.
Now that Louie was a mid-tier god, he could kill weak gods in an instant and once he reached high-tier, every low-tier god would be powerless in front of him.
For now, as long as no one solved the mystery of how Louie evaded the rules of the divine kingdom, he would always be considered the most dangerous god.
Some of the human gods who did not make things difficult for Louie were thankful, while those who called out to him all shut their mouths. Some even began to consider welcoming Louie into the human divine system and finding a chance to apologize.
At this time, the Goddess of Morning Lorentia smiled bitterly. She knew that there was no more room for compromise between herself and Marzalis. This was because the God of Strategy Anhur had fallen due to her intervention by fighting the God of War with her all. This would not only make the god of War hate her but also make him suspect that she was in cahoots with Louie since the beginning.
The Goddess of Morning glanced at Louie’s incarnation, knowing that he must have planned everything and forcibly tied her to his chariot to go against the God of War. However, knowing this meant nothing, she could not make any excuses because the fall of the God of Strategy was already an established fact. If she spoke to explain that she had nothing to do with this, it would make her look weak.
The Goddess of Justice might be soft in appearance, but by nature, she was intolerant, headstrong, and haughty.