Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 51 The First Evil

Deep within the palace, King David Day of the Ignis listened to the commotion outside.

Everything seemed to be over. He heard the sound of a giant object crashing to the ground. The fact that it could make such a loud noise meant that the so-called Eagle God had been shot down.

"They actually did it..."

David Day couldn't help but exclaim.

It was at this moment that David Day realized what true power was.

He once thought that power was the ultimate magic, but the truth proved that his magic was meaningless in the face of the gods.

After that, he felt that a huge body was the real strength. But when the serpent god ran over him and when the god of the north wind tore off his limbs, he realized that this so-called becoming stronger was a joke.

However, even after losing all four limbs and becoming a cripple, he found true power in his ancestral teachings.

That was an ancestral instruction left by the nineteenth Holy King, who warned his descendants not to overthink or have wild ideas—it is said that this was a proverb left to the Holy King by the Snake God, but no matter how you look at it, it was just an ordinary admonition.

On the surface, this statement seems to have nothing to do with power itself.

"But why did our ancestors specifically leave this saying behind?"

At that moment, David Day fell into deep thought.

Why did our ancestors tell people not to overthink or have wild ideas? This may seem like a meaningless admonition, but it actually means that everyone overthinks and has wild ideas.

This also means that if this ancestral precept were applied in reverse...

That's roughly the current situation.

Even without hands and feet, it didn't matter; even without being able to fight, it didn't matter. With just a few words, without even lifting a finger, the king of the Icefields took the initiative to fight the God of the North Wind.

"Truly... an incredible power."

At that moment, David Day felt he understood everything.

Yes, physical strength alone is like that king of the Icefields; no matter how powerful he is, he can only become a spear in his hand. After all, what he is currently exploring is a different kind of strength, a true strength that transcends ordinary power.

"So this is the secret of power... this is true strength!"

David Day was incredibly excited to have tasted victory for the first time.

He could sense that he had touched something that could be called truth, something that could truly be called power. With this formless yet incomparable power, he would control everything, surpass everything, and even reshape his body.

Yes, that's it. Reshaping the body—that's why he ordered the king of the Icefields to fight the God of the North Wind.

As long as one obtains the body of the North Wind God and consumes the god's flesh and blood, there is still a possibility that his torn limbs will regrow.

At that time, he will become a true god, a true immortal being!
"So, you've already finished fighting?"

David Day smiled as he watched the king of the Ice People, the warrior named Casalon, stagger toward him.

"Congratulations, you and your warriors have finally broken free from the control of the gods. You are now truly free..."

Poof——

The answer to David Day was a javelin.

"It was all because of you..."

Casaloron abruptly raised his head. His tiger-like eyes were now bloodshot.

Although he had always believed that defeating the gods was the right thing to do and that he should stand with the warriors, the moment he saw the Eagle God fall, the King of the Icefields, Casalon, vaguely realized that something seemed amiss.

Indeed, this time he did choose to stand with the warriors. Although he did revere the North Wind God, he still chose the warriors who followed him south, rather than the North Wind God who was about to abandon them.

Ultimately, the reason the Ice People choose to worship the North Wind God is because they can receive his protection. When the North Wind God no longer protects the Ice People, or even abandons them, the Ice People no longer need to stand with him.

But that's where the problem lies.

"Indeed, I chose to stand with the warriors... But does standing with the warriors necessarily mean becoming an enemy of the North Wind God?"

At that moment, Casaloan suddenly felt a sense of disorientation.

This battle seems completely unnecessary. Even if he stands with the warriors, there's no need for him to fight the North Wind God—after all, even if they have shown their incompetence, the North Wind God is too lazy to fight them and will at most just ignore them.

Simply put, there is no conflict between standing with the warriors and standing with the gods.

So when exactly did he start to feel that he had to choose between the two?
Moreover, were those standing beside him truly his warriors?
Those were not warriors of the frozen land; they were clearly enemies of the frozen land warriors, and also enemies of the Eagle God.

What was he thinking back then that he would actually use those dwarves?

"It's all your fault..."

Deep within the palace, Casaloron gripped his javelin tightly, gazing at the massive body before him, its limbs severed.

"You've been the one bewitching me..."

"Am I trying to bewitch you?"

Feeling the murderous intent so close at hand, David Day's face finally began to panic.

“I didn’t mislead you. I clearly answered your question. I am also a person from the Ice Plains. I was clearly thinking of the people of the Ice Plains…”

David Day's answer was more spears.

The javelin, swirling with force, pinned David Day to the wall, causing him to struggle incessantly—his limbless body writhing in agony looked to Casaloran like a snake spitting venom.

"snake……"

Casalon suddenly shuddered.

It was at this moment that he realized just how evil a snake truly was. It was as treacherous and cunning as a deadly poison, an evil that ordinary people could not comprehend at all. He rarely used the word "evil," because in his eyes, so-called evil was nothing more than a powerful enemy that could be defeated.

But now, he has personally experienced what true evil is.

Formless, intangible, and even elusive, by the time he realized something was wrong, it was already too late—even though he had already thrown all the javelins on his body, even though he had torn that damned David Day to shreds, it was all in vain.

"Is there no one who can eradicate these evils? Is there no one who can punish these crimes?"

As the lamp burned out, Casaloron gazed up at the starry sky and let out his final roar.

"No matter who it is! No matter what they want! As long as it can destroy this evil... I am willing to give up everything!"

As if in response to Casaloran's words, a star in the sky suddenly winked at him.

(End of this chapter)