Pirate Throne of Salt

The battle is still going on, and the brutal fighting is going on on the edge of Angel Island. This is just a small team of Sandians. Their main force is now preparing to seize the only land on Nakorn Island, so the purpose of these people coming here is Only one can kill all these Sky Islanders who have robbed their land for hundreds of years.

In the 400 years of history, countless people have sacrificed their lives in this territorial war. The moment the Island of Gods was sprayed into the sky by rising sea currents in 400 years, the war was inevitable, because just like the current God of Sky Island, Gan As Foer said, I love pumpkin pie, but pumpkins can only grow on the ground.

According to legend, 400 years ago, what symbolized the beginning of the protracted war was a wonderful sound of bells, which seemed to be the true sound of heaven.

And the big bell stood in front of Matthew at this moment.

"Snapped!"

Like a chicken, Enelu was thrown to the ground by Matthew.

"Hey, you guys are quite interesting. You are so stupid that you are actually ready to burn your life to fight me."

Enelu was lying on the ground, breathing heavily. There was no intact part of his body, and blood was constantly flowing all over his body. But, fortunately, his heart was still beating and his breathing had not stopped.

"Haha, God has an obligation to protect his people."

Listening to Enelu weakly saying these words, Matthew couldn't help but laugh.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Probably because the laughter was too intense, Matthew was a little out of breath just now. After all, Matthew didn't feel too good about the battle just now.

The Enelu in front of him is very different from the one in the anime he watched in his previous life. In terms of strength alone, Matthew can guarantee that the one in the anime is not as good as the one in front of him.

The Enel next to him knows that there is such a thing as domineering, and although his arrogant character has not changed, he never underestimates the enemy in battle. In terms of character, just in terms of his courage to burn his own life to fight against the horse. Xiu's fighting spirit has surpassed most of the guys in the sea who claim to be gods.

"God? Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

"The so-called gods are ultimately just humans..."

Enelu, who was on the ground, was trembling a little and his eyes were wide open.

"You guy, you are not allowed to slander the word God!"

Matthew looked down at Enelu on the ground.

"Look at what you look like. How about returning it to God? Will God let His people fall into a 400-year war?"

"I...will...let them win the war!"

Matthew smiled: "Yes, of course you can lead them to victory, because your so-called divine power is unmatched on the empty island..."

Matthew slowly squatted down, roughly raised Enelu's head, and turned it to the west.

"Didn't you say that you are the next generation god of Sky Island? Then, feel the battlefield over there."

"Feel it, your subjects, and those Sandians who are fighting to take back the land, come on, feel it, feel it while you are in this state!"

"Let's take a look. Do you usually experience war scenes carefully?"

"Normally, when you are high up, you will only see your own reforms, which are very powerful and outstanding. However, you cannot see the bright red blood flowing on the ground."

"You will rule the entire Sky Island. Yes, the God of Sky Island, how gentle and powerful it is. Then, let me ask you, those Sandians, don't they belong to Sky Island?"

Listening to Matthew's words and feeling the real situation on the battlefield in front of him, at this moment, Enelu really felt something he had never felt before, that was hatred, a hatred that had lasted for 400 years!This kind of hatred is not only felt by the Sandians, but also by the warriors of Sky Island.

"Why...why is this."

"Obviously, my reforms are very successful. Soon, the Sandians will be exterminated by us, and the war will no longer exist... But why, why is this hatred like the mark of the devil."

"Because of gods! Fool! Isn't it clear yet? This kind of hatred has been around since the first generation of gods. The hatred between the two races seems to be really colliding..."

Matthew lit a cigarette for himself. Of course, what Enelu could feel, he could also feel it, and the feeling was deeper. Therefore, at this moment, the only feeling he felt was depression. It was too depressed. It was a bit depressing. Out of breath.

"call"

Breathe out a puff of smoke ring.

"God? What does this have to do with our God!"

Enelu was a little excited. Matthew's words were equivalent to cutting off his thoughts. His biggest wish was to become the God of Sky Island and be respected and loved by the people of Sky Island. However, Matthew said that the hatred of Sky Island people comes from Regarding God, if the error really comes from God, then what is the meaning of God's existence... So Matthew's statement is indirectly cutting off Enel's original belief.

"Because it is God who is the fuel that continues this war."

Matthew looked at Enelu, who had blood stains and questions on his face, and sneered: "I thought you would understand, but now it seems that you still don't understand, you fool!"

"You reformed, led those Sky Island people to victory, and exterminated those Sandians. Yes, you successfully did what you wanted to do. Sky Island is peaceful, and the 400-year war is over. Very good, there is no problem at all. .”

"but……"

Matthew changed his tone: "But the war is over, but the hatred has not disappeared! When people recall the people who died because of the war, people begin to reflect. Your people begin to think about this war. They start to doubt this. They began to search for the cause of the war, and finally found the answer. The cause was that God started war; God caused hatred; God caused sacrifices!"

Enelu's eyes widened: "No, no, that's not the case. These are what those people think!!!"

Matthew smiled and pointed to the sky: "Yes, that is indeed not the case. If we really want to settle accounts, the cause should be this world."

"But, they don't care..."

"Crack!"

When Matthew said these words, Enelu felt that something in his mind was broken, shattered all over the ground, and could never be put back together again.

Yes, they don't care, they just need an outlet, and they are this outlet...

A deep feeling of powerlessness came from Enelu's body. He was tired, really tired. If just now he was still holding on for breath to argue with Matthew, now, that breath has disappeared... …

Matthew ignored Enelu who was lying on the ground. He slowly walked forward and walked to the big golden clock.

"when"

"when

"when"

Beautiful bells rippled from top to bottom.

The thick and joyful sound was the sound of a bell, an incomparably beautiful sound.

Enelu, who was behind Matthew, seemed to suddenly understand something after hearing the bell, and murmured to himself.

"Kongdao, maybe, doesn't need... God!"

……

On the other side, on the burning battlefield, the loud bells echoed in the battlefield.

"This voice one by one"

The man named Weipa suddenly raised his head, "Could this be Yiyi?

"Is this one?"

The ghost-like man nicknamed Zhan Gui actually shed tears, and the tears like streams blurred his eyes.

The blood-stained dagger in his hand slowly fell to the ground.

"This is,"

"After 400 years of absence,"

"The Lamp of Shantora?"

"Is this, is this the Lamp of Shantora?"

The man named Weipa burst into tears. Even if he faced the most difficult enemy, even if he suffered the most unbearable injury, he would not show a trace of sadness. This man was indeed crying loudly at this moment. .

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"Why is it ringing at this time!"

The man cried so loudly: "Why is it 400 years too late!"

The soldiers of Sandia who were following him were also in tears, and the bitter feeling suddenly surged into everyone's heart.

One year is not long, there are four seasons in spring and autumn, ten years is not long, there are ten seasons in spring and autumn...

But 400 years, a full 400 years, four generations have experienced tens of thousands of years. Such a long wait is painful for people...

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