Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 461 Destruction
"Even if I explain it to you now, you probably won't believe it. How about this, let's ask Yupanki tomorrow. I believe he can give you a satisfactory answer."

Aksomama pretended to be thirsty and went to get some water, then turned around and stood up, with his back to Koilul.

Then she picked up the ceramic kettle on the cupboard and swung it behind her!

Koilul just raised the knife at this time, but she didn't expect that Aksomama was already prepared. The kettle hit the girl's forehead, and Koilul staggered.

Aksomama didn't give her a chance to react. She pounced on the girl like a female leopard, grabbed her knife-holding wrist and knocked her to the ground.

The two men fought desperately on the ground, and in the end, Aksomama was stronger, and the sharp knife slowly pierced into Koilul's neck during the wrestling.

"I ask you, why did you want to assassinate me!"

Aksomama was puzzled. Xiamu Island was a closed island. The words of the elder mentor were authoritative on the island, and there had never been a rebellion in thousands of years!

"You are the murderer of my father and mother! You rotten mentors should have been buried in the ground long ago! But you still drive us to work for you in a show of force every day!"

The enemy who killed his father? The enemy who killed his mother? Where did this come from? The death of Koilul's parents was decided by several mentors together. It can't be blamed on me alone.

Moreover, the islanders of Xiamu Island have a weak sense of family since birth. In their minds, everything, including life, is given by Rielkos Uwe, and no one will rebel because of such a ridiculous excuse.

"Have you forgotten the prosperity, blessing and eternity bestowed by Rielkos Uwe?"

It would have been better if Aksomama didn't ask, but as soon as she said this, the girl whose throat had been cut suddenly burst into neurotic laughter.

At first her voice was normal, but as her trachea was cut and blood choked into her throat, the only sound left in the room was the "gurgling" sound of the girl before her death.

After killing the rebellious tribesmen, Aksomama felt exhausted, especially the bruises on his face caused by Dou Niwar's hammering, which were aching slightly.

She rested for a while, then walked to the water tank, scooped up a bucket of water and washed the blood off her hands.

After doing all this, Aksomama opened the door and prepared to call a young tribesman to come in and deal with the body, but...

Axomama was stunned when he opened the door. He was even more shocked than when he saw the golden tiles on the temple being peeled off by Dou Niwar during the day. The Summer Island in front of him was dotted with fire!
That was not the bonfire lit by the tribesmen while dancing and partying, but a raging fire started by the islanders burning tools and trees!
Aksomama walked forward in shock. As the distance got closer, she gradually saw more and more things. The islanders on Xiamu Island were waving their weapons and killing each other like crazy.

Others held torches and screamed, setting fire to everything they could see around them.

"Damned mentor! Cruel false god! This is not eternity at all!"

"You want to drink my blood? Then drink it! Come on! Let's see who survives to the end!"

"I shouldn't be living in a place like this! This is not a paradise, but a hell cave where people eat each other! It's all burned down! Hahaha! It's all burned down!"

Crazy screams came one after another, and Aksomama almost thought she was still asleep. She pinched the flesh on her arm, and the pain was so real. This was not a dream, but reality.

What on earth happened? Why did the islanders become like this?

A dishevelled man ran past her, his shoulder drooping and covered in blood. It was Yupanki! One of the most respected mentors!

"Yupanki, what happened? Did the sacrifices offered during the daytime celebration not satisfy Uwe of Rielkos? Did the gods punish us?!"

The mentor named Yupanki was obviously not in a good condition. He shook his head and muttered to himself:
“No, no, it has nothing to do with Relkosi Uwe.

It was Kusia and the others... No, everyone was crazy. The tribesmen had lost trust in each other. They... It was as if their memories had been tampered with, or perhaps the consciousness of the outsiders that shouldn't have existed suddenly awakened in their minds...

Crazy, all crazy... run away."

Run, where to run? Aksomama has lived on Xiamu Island since birth. Only here can he obtain prosperity, protection and eternity.

She stood there in a daze, not knowing where to go.

In fact, the other mentors were the same. Yupanki was just flying around like an aimless fly. Finally, he met a young islander and was smashed on the head by the other's hammer.

Aksomama walked step by step towards the holy place on the island, which was the terraced palace on the mountain. She wanted to ask her king why, why did it become like this.

Like a zombie, she slowly walked onto the terrace. It was pitch black here, with only the stars and the bright moon above her head providing limited illumination.

Aksomama saw a figure in front of the temple. Who was there?
When she got closer, she realized that it was the drunk young crew member she met in the morning. He was standing on the roof of the temple admiring the chaotic scenery of the island. "It's you, the foreign intruders. It's you who did this!

There are no golden tiles on the temple in the holy land! What on earth do you want to do! "

Aksomama thought that the crew members, like Dou Niwar, were coming for Jinwa.

"Golden tiles? What golden tiles?"

The crew member appeared in front of Aksomama the next second. Unlike in the morning, there was no more shyness and restraint on his face. Instead, there was a strange light in his eyes.

"Tell me, what's going on with Jinwa."

The crew member patted Aksomama on the shoulder. She suddenly felt that the man in front of her was so kind and trustworthy, as if she was possessed. She told him everything that happened to Dou Niwarjiewa during the morning celebration.

“It’s… kind of interesting, no no no, it’s simply too interesting.

Dou Niwar is still more to my taste, I just like him so much! "

The crew member stamped his feet excitedly, then looked at the dull-eyed Axomama in front of him and continued:

"What you call eternity is just a trick of the gods, and it is the most boring kind.

Many mortals always talk about "eternal life" and "immortality", and even created many extremely boring words, such as "immortality" and so on.

I feel ashamed for you. Have you ever thought about what the things you do and think about every day have any meaning even if you add an almost infinite time dimension to it?

You are nothing but garbage driven by desires and emotions.

That’s all, nothing more.”

The crew member's hand scratched his face, and the next second a donkey's head cover appeared.

"Then jump down."

The donkey did not give any orders, but his words had a real impact on Aksomama. The other party was right. This kind of long-lasting torture and lingering survival was indeed meaningless.

She leaped down.

The donkey reappeared on the roof of the temple, watching with great interest the wonderful show that he had directed.

"kindness?"

Suddenly he uttered a light exclamation, and the next second he found himself in a secret cave on the cape. Barov was standing at the door, listening to the shouts and screams coming from the island. When he turned around, he saw Donkey sitting on his bed.

Barov reacted quickly, instinctively drew his saber and disappeared.

But then there was a "clang" sound, the saber fell to the ground, and Barov appeared, kneeling on the ground in pain, holding the hat on his head with both hands desperately.

He felt as if the blood in his body was about to explode. The person sitting opposite him was a genuine god, and a god of extremely high status!

"Well, your existence is a little interesting. You are in a transitional state between the projection of a god and the followers of a god. Strictly speaking, you are a follower of a god, but you also possess some of the power of a god."

The donkey walked over and circled around Barov as if he was watching a stray dog, making a clicking sound.

“Respected strange god, I don’t know your name, and I don’t dare to ask about your origins, but I sincerely beg you to spare me.

As long as you can spare me, I am willing to do anything. From today on, I will be your most loyal servant. "

The donkey looked disgusted and waved his hand:

"You can live a few more days at most, but only if you do something for me."

(End of this chapter)