After I became an ancient god

Ke Su looked at the card screen of this dungeon.

An ant wearing a red king's cloak sits on a throne carved with intricate patterns. The white fluffy collar hides the face, only revealing a pair of compound eyes that have been modified to make it look more beautiful in the style of anime. The expression is a bit gloomy.

Under the golden carved throne, the bones and blood of various insect-shaped Zerg races stained the floor red.

This card Lihui is very delicate, as if you can smell the bloody smell coming from it, making people want to know the story hidden behind Lihui.

Ke Su felt like he hadn't visited the [Zerg] instance for a long time, so he clicked in, wanting to see what the Zerg world looks like in the holographic image.

In the previous dungeon of [Old Stories of the Manor], although I watched a video about this world, it was after all a beautified anime style. I don’t know if the effect will be different after holographic immersion.

Thinking this way, Ke Su clicked in, and then saw the system showed him a summary of the previous situation.

A holographic video popped up, and the ant king in the previous card portrait appeared and began its life.

The picture style tends to be realistic, very real, and Ke Su was immersed in it unconsciously.

【Zerg: Blood Emperor】

In the night, the light of the flames dyed most of the sky in the royal city red. The descendants of the princes and princes who used to seek pleasure in the palace fled in panic amidst screams and killing with swords and guns, and blood flowed all over the moat.

A dynasty that lasted for hundreds of years was destroyed. On the small road outside the king's city, a dilapidated carriage carried the last direct blood of the royal family, and it was unknown where it was going to flee.

"His Royal Highness, you are our last hope!"

The loyal maid held the sallow and emaciated prince in her arms, weeping endlessly.

The prince named Bitter's eyes were gloomy, and he glanced at the maid who was holding him with a slight sarcasm.

He still clearly remembered how the maid serving the queen had ridiculed him, the son of the maid.

Biter also knew why this maid was so attentive to him now.

Now the royal family is left with only one direct descendant of himself. If there is no excuse for himself, those knights and nobles will never pay more attention to this maid, let alone take her to run together and prepare a carriage.

But, forget it, anyway, it's a relationship of mutual use. Without this maid, he might not be able to escape the royal city.

Biter thought coldly, although he was only 13 years old, he had already matured in his mind after being bullied in the palace, and he had a clear understanding of the indifference of the world.

He even felt that in this world, everything was ugly, and there was nothing worth pursuing. Even the matter of survival, Bittel found it very boring.

Perhaps one day later, he will commit suicide, but this boring life may not be possible.

Boom-! ! !

Just as Bitter waited boredly for the carriage to reach its destination, the carriage suddenly overturned, and blood was scattered all over the ground.

When Bitter finally climbed out of the carriage, he raised his eyes and saw a glamorous Zerg in a black robe and a black hood covering half of his face.

"...the last descendant, hehe, I found you~"

The pale-faced Zerg woman took off her hood, and the magic fireworks blooming in her hands burned the nearby guards and maids to charcoal.

Then, amidst the screams and roars, she walked over with graceful steps, and picked up the back of Bitter's neck that was bleeding.

Biter opened his eyes wide, and saw that the exposed upper half of the face of this glamorous Zerg was an exceptionally pale skeleton, which was different from the hard exoskeleton of the Zerg, but a more strange bone shape.

It was difficult for Biter to describe it with his own lack of vocabulary, but he just felt that although this was beautiful, it was weirdly beautiful.

"Come with me~ good boy~ hehehe~ I believe that you will become my lord's most devout believer~"

"Remember my name—Westilan."

Biter was knocked out, and before he fell into a coma, he thought about the meaning of Vestilan's words.

Even though he had been growing up in the deep palace, Bitter knew about this witch who was famous throughout the continent, and he guessed the so-called "my lord".

Is it the god who is said to bring destruction and death—the Faceless God?

Bitter couldn't understand such a thing as belief.

How can someone dedicate his entire life to a god who has never shown himself before, and is willing to do so, dedicating his whole life to this?

Therefore, whether it was Vestilan or the legendary kind-hearted Bishop Del, Bitter sneered.

It's just that being caught by this notorious witch should be more dangerous than good.

Thinking like this, Bitter woke up from a deep sleep and saw himself in a deep cave.

He climbed up with his weak body, and heard the mysterious and distant voice of prayer coming from the depths of the cave.

Following the sound to the depths of the cave, Biter saw the light leaking from above his head.

That is the light from the hollow above the cave, projecting directly on a statue in the center below, making the unearthly workmanship of the statue even more holy and inviolable.

That is - the faceless god.

Biter stared blankly at the statue deep in the cave.

It was a statue as high as 50 meters, and the dark stone was carved with the posture of the god leaning over and looking at the crowd.

Under the black cloak, an indescribable mist lingers, and the cold and hard stones are like soft cotton at this moment, carving out every wave of the mist, vivid and lifelike.

Even though the face of God is not sculpted, the gesture of stretching out two hands made of mist, as if to embrace the world, is enough to shake people's hearts.

It seems to be compassionate, and it seems to be dismissive of the world.

Let everyone who looks at this huge statue feel insignificant in this world, as well as awe and worship for the mighty power of the gods.

Even the ethereal body of the god, which is completely different from the ordinary Zerg, looks so holy and majestic, which makes people feel ashamed.

The huge god image was reflected in the compound eyes, and Bitter stretched out his hand in a trance, even wanting to touch the distant statue, as if he could touch the mist floating from the god.

That was a miracle that the Zerg race could not pursue forever, and it was also the desire for gods engraved in the depths of the soul.

click-

Bitter, who was in a trance, didn't notice the stones under his feet. He slipped and fell down the slope of the towering cave near the altar, attracting the attention of the men in black robes who were performing sacrifices.

"It's the little guy~"

Standing at the front of the crowd, the female in black robe, Vestilan, came slowly with a soft and moving voice, and mercilessly grabbed Bitter's nearly broken antennae and dragged him to the side of the altar.

Bitter gritted his teeth in pain to hold back the wailing, opened his eyes, and met Vistilan's frenzied and distorted eyes.

This witch who has been the bedside horror story of countless children for a hundred years is worthy of her name. She has no mercy for her own kind. In her eyes, all Zerg are just walking sacrifices, waiting to be dismembered and offered to her beloved gods .

He also showed no mercy to Biter, a thin child, and threw Biter's head heavily on the corner of the altar, hitting his head and bleeding.

"It's all here, so come and witness the gaze of the gods! The faceless god is watching you, you will be my most satisfying work~hehehe~"

Vestilan's laughter was extremely sharp, and echoed in the quiet cave, lingering for a long time.

The people in black robes nearby bowed their heads respectfully, not daring to be offended.

Biter opened his eyes weakly, with blood streaming down his face, and he saw the statue he had just seen at first glance.

After getting closer, the ingenious workmanship of this statue is even more breathtaking. Every line is carefully carved, elegant and beautiful, magnificent and magnificent.

With an extraordinary, mysterious beauty that no mortal can ever touch.

Compared with the beautiful and delicate but lifeless statue of the God of Light in the church, the Faceless God is more like a great and omnipotent god.

Bitter was in a trance, thinking this way, and somehow understood those Zerg who were willing to dedicate their lives to the gods.

If it is for such a great god, even if it is sacrificed, what does it matter?

"It's beautiful...this is...the faceless god~"

"I love so much~ and take good care of me... the faceless god!!!"

Vestilan leaned closer to Biter, ignoring Biter's wound, and pinched his fingers into it, watching the blood flow more and more, with an exaggerated smile on the corner of her mouth, which set off her weird beauty even more weirdly.

Her compound eyes were wide open, filled with deep fascination and fanaticism, she licked the blood stained on her fingers, her laughter was hoarse, as sharp as piercing the ears of every audience with a knife and cone.

"Hehehehe—the favor of the Faceless God!!! It will come again!"

Biter didn't understand what the crazy woman, Vestilan, was talking about. He was panting heavily, and his weak body almost made him faint.

He held on, and after a while, he finally saw Vistilan let go of himself, as if he had lost interest, holding his face in his hands and intoxicated himself for a while, with tears in his eyes, looking at the statue not far away , Another burst of sharp laughter.

"God...my dear God...hahaha!!!"

No one knew what the witch who had shocked the entire continent was thinking. It took her a long time to calm down and return to her usual indifference.

Under Vestilan's signal, a real sacrificial ceremony soon began in the cave.

"Ahh! No!! Let me go, woooooooo!"

"No! Mom! Woohoo!"

"Evil wizard! Die! You will go to hell!! Ahhh!"

Biter saw dozens of tied up Zerg struggling and being sent to the altar. Vestilan raised the staff in his hand, and after reciting the spell, those Zerg who were still cursing screamed and wailed up.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Broken limbs were splashed everywhere, blood stained the ground under the base of the statue, and the ground carved with ancient incantations was carved with dark red blood, shaking slowly.

Just like the altar in the underground temple of the Mambul family a long time ago, the sacrificed meat animals used blood as sacrifices and chopped minced meat as embellishments.

All for the purpose of summoning the faceless god who is all-knowing, all-seeing, and all-powerful.

Looking at everything on the altar, Vestilan smiled, covering his hot cheeks like a shy little girl, watching with cold eyes the sound of breathing of the same kind under his feet, and then looked at the person in front of him with full expectation. idol.

She had been looking forward to it for a long time.

For so many years, she has been looking forward to seeing the god she glimpsed when she was young again. The god who occupied her whole heart is her only belief in this life.

However, the huge statue in front of him still hangs its head, and under the hood is a hazy mist, so that people can only glimpse the incomparable majesty and supreme divinity.

The gods who believed in them wholeheartedly still did not respond to Vestilan's call.

Vestilan stared blankly at the face under the hood of the Faceless God. The smile on his face changed from stagnant to distorted, which was particularly sick.

"God... still not satisfied?"

"Sure enough, more blood is needed~"

As Vestilan said, he looked at Bitter, who was still weak and lying on the ground, with a beautiful smile: "Little guy, you will help me, right? My future King~"

Vestilan suddenly became gentle. She held Bitter's head in her arms and stroked it gently: "Promise me that you will dedicate the whole continent to Him, okay?"

"Dedicate everything that belongs to the Faceless God to Him~ After I help you restore your country—" Vestilan's laughter was shrill and terrifying.

Vistillan was already thinking about the future.

She always felt that the reason why the faceless god didn't respond to her was because she wasn't sincere enough, otherwise the gods who had favored her before would not have turned a blind eye to her.

Her piety is not enough to impress the gods, she needs more sacrifices, so she needs a method that can dedicate the entire continent to the gods.

Nothing could be more fitting than a war sweeping across the continent.

A war directed by her behind the scenes, using the so-called descendants of the royal family as pawns to drag all countries into the water, is the best sacrifice for the faceless god.

In fact, for the powerful Vestilan, it is not difficult to start a war, and only one person can do it.

It's not like she hasn't tried this before, but she was stopped by that stupid brother Del.

For a hundred years, Vestilan has been tired of this kind of battle where you come and go, and you can't win or lose.

This time, she hid behind the scenes and didn't show up anymore. She didn't believe that the Holy See Archbishop Del, who thought he was just and didn't interfere in the country's affairs, had a reason to interfere with her.

This time, she will definitely succeed.

In the war full of undead and flesh and blood, the Crown of the Faceless God will definitely reward her for her intelligence and dedication, and she will get the gaze of the god she has been looking for for a long time.

Thinking of this, Vestilan smiled sweetly.

Even though she once hated her family extremely when she was a girl, the favor bestowed by the Faceless God made her believe in this benevolent and great god very devoutly.

She dreamed of going back to the past countless times, even if she had to bear those dirty memories, as long as she could see the face of the god again, it would be a supreme enjoyment for Vestilan.

She just wanted to get the gaze of the gods again, it was just such a simple wish.

Being embraced by Vestilan, Bitter had a double image in front of his eyes due to excessive blood loss. He looked at Vestilan who was so close in front of him, and gradually fell into darkness.

Vestilan, unexpectedly, the so-called most powerful witch in the mainland turned out to be a lunatic, a lunatic who believed in a faceless god.

Biter didn't know how she was mad, but, somehow, he loathed this beautiful bugger.

And...how pitiful is the god that this lunatic believes in.

Being chased by such a crazy guy, the faceless god must be very troubled...

Bitter, who used to scoff at such things as belief, actually began to think that if it was him, he would definitely do better than this crazy woman.

He will definitely cherish the favor of the Faceless God more than Vestilan.

Bitter passed out amidst the chaotic thoughts, leaving only the ongoing ceremony in the cave.

Under the leadership of Vestilan, the people in black robes called out the name of the god in unison, and laughed wildly in distortion, looking forward to the coming of the god.

Everything became more terrifying and gloomy in the twisting, blood was flooding, and the air was filled with the breath of death.

In the dark cave, only the statue of the Faceless God, which looks extremely holy in the light, is still silent. The face covered by the mist seems to hide the mysteries of the world that the Zerg cannot detect, which is fascinating and crazy.

real world

Ke Su paused the video, covered his mouth, and suddenly retched.

"vomit--!"

After Ke Su closed the video page, the retching feeling disappeared immediately, and he felt much better.

And when Ke Su retched, the page of the Ancient God Simulator trembled, like a servant who made a mistake trembling, confessing his mistakes.

Ke Su didn't notice the undetectable tremor, he frowned, and relaxed his brows only when he felt the retching feeling disappear.

Although I don't know what's going on, but... In the picture, the mosaic pile of things on the altar is really disgusting.

Ke Su thought for a while, and vaguely felt that this feeling was somewhat familiar, as if he had a disgusting dream before, and the feeling of retching just now was very similar to that time.

Of course, it may also be because of a mental illness that has not been cured.

Ke Su thought of his pica and hallucinations again, and lamented his troubles. After calming down, he simply clicked on the new copy [Wei Ya Wenming] that he didn't understand before, and planned to change another copy , for a change of mood.

After clicking [Wei Ya Wenming], Ke Su checked the game description and found that the main task of this game is still becoming a god, but it is divided into two steps.

The first step is to become a god in the virtual game, and the second step is to become a god in the Wei Ya civilization.

Ke Su didn't see the difference between these two options. He pondered for a moment, decided not to think too much, and directly clicked into the instance to start the game.

Anyway, this ancient god simulator won't have too difficult games. If it is too difficult, the game official should give a strategy. Now even the strategy has not been released, so it shouldn't be a difficult game.

Just like that, a white light flashed in front of Ke Su's eyes, and he found himself in a strange world, where he became a villager in linen clothes.

Looking around, he found that he was surrounded by straw and other things, many people were holding torches, and there was a strange-looking person standing in front of him, speaking lines with a blank expression.

"Ugly, I saved your life, hurry up and give me the task!"

The teammates next to him also showed unbearable gazes, and said: "This NPC is really ugly, solve the task quickly, let's go to the next task!"

"Can you dig out his eyeballs? I kind of want to eat..."

"It should be possible, but you have to wait until we finish the mission!"

Ke Su blinked, with a puzzled expression on his face.