Once upon a time there was a greedy snake

However, Habisa clearly lacked this insight. During this time, all he could think about was making a great contribution to get his notebook and charcoal pencil back—and the way he wanted to make that contribution was even more shocking to his values.

This directly led to Habisa making the mistake of believing he could ambush the young priest from the very beginning.

It was just something I didn't expect, just a lack of information.

But Habisa will pay a heavy price for this.

"Judging from your expression, are you planning to attack me?"

Holding the amulet, the young priest chuckled.

"As expected, you traitors are all untrustworthy... Then let me, in the glory of the sun god, purify you, you traitor!"

As he spoke, the young priest actually raised his hand, bit his fingertip, and smeared the blood onto the scarab amulet!

In just a moment, a large number of scarabs that appeared out of nowhere formed a black curtain in front of Habisa.

Divine magic, even the most orthodox sun god magic.

Habisa's forehead immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

If the opponent uses a weapon, whether it's a sword, spear, axe, scimitar, or even a bow and arrow or throwing knife, Habisa still has ways to deal with it.

But if it were replaced with divine magic...

Habissa has never dealt with something like this before.

What should have been a one-sided battle turned into a one-sided affair in another form—no matter how powerful Habisa was as a warrior, he was completely suppressed the moment it came to divine magic.

Faced with swarms of scarabs, what could he do with only a bronze sword in his hand?

He can kill an enemy with one sword, but how many scarabs can he kill with one sword?

If even one scarab beetle gets on his body, he's doomed. Those terrifying scarabs will immediately burrow into his flesh and begin to devour him—they'll even roam all over his body until they've eaten him up until only an empty shell remains.

Being eaten alive by scarabs is a form of punishment known as "insect devouring," and it was one of the methods used by the priests of the sun god to punish those who committed heinous crimes.

"Dead."

Habisa's face already showed a look of despair and death.

No matter how skilled he was, he was still just an ordinary warrior, and an ordinary warrior could not possibly withstand divine magic.

Just like the ups and downs of his adventures, just like the many changes in his life, Habisa never expected that his death could come so suddenly.

The scarabs, under the young priest's control, surged forward like a tidal wave.

Habisa knew perfectly well that he should do something, but under the fear of death, he couldn't control himself and recalled his past.

It is said that when people are on the verge of death, they will recall happy memories. This is an instinctive reaction of the brain, and happy memories can make the approach of death seem less painful.

Just like Habissa is now.

In that brief moment, Habisa's entire life seemed to flash through his mind—the joy of learning to write for the first time, the longing to become a priest for the first time. At that time, although his life was still very difficult, he was full of expectations for the future. Until the moment he entered the examination hall, he still believed that as long as he could fluently write the prayer praising the sun god, he would definitely become a priest and continue to contribute to the glory of the sun god.

Unfortunately, he never became a priest.

After that came the joy of becoming a warrior for the first time. Although he did not become a priest, he was at least a glorious warrior who could fight for the glory of the sun god. Although the training process was quite arduous, he watched his experience points accumulate little by little and was filled with anticipation for the future.

He fought, he clashed, he made a name for himself, and even raised his own army... At that time, he truly believed that as long as he continued to fight, he would be remembered by more people, and even by more future generations, as a glorious warrior.

Unfortunately, it seems he was ultimately unable to continue fighting for the glory of the sun god.

Why, why does it always seem like things don't go as planned?

The brain's instinctive near-death response seemed to have gone awry; those memories that should have been happy actually led to a painful end for Hapisa—although the initial happiness did indeed intoxicate Hapisa for a time, the ensuing pain only made Hapisa more aware.

And in this intertwining of life and death, Habisa once again saw a new memory.

That was probably the most memorable moment of his life. Although he was quite panicked at the time, when the enormous serpent god, as big as a mountain, actually lowered his head to answer his questions, when the great serpent god, feared by all, actually listened attentively to his past... when he received the exercise book and pen from Setka's hands, that was a moment he would never forget.

"yes……"

The enormous figure that appeared in his mind actually brought Habisa back to his senses from that illusory bliss, because his mind was still reeling from that deafening answer.

"If you can do it, you can even kill a god..."

"What did you say?"

Across from the beetle tide, the young priest's brows furrowed sharply.

As a priest, he had an instinctive sensitivity to such blasphemous words—talking about killing a god was simply too rebellious.

However, at that moment, the young priest suddenly saw a flash of sword light.

A flash of sword light pierced through the beetle wall and reflected in his vision.

Then came the second, the third... More and more sword lights appeared, faster and faster. The countless sword lights converged in one place and actually cleaved out a wall of sword light!

Are you kidding me?! This is something no human could possibly do!

"you……"

Before the young priest could say anything, the wall of sword light had already pushed towards him.

Chapter 161 The Snake God Was Right

By the time Habisa came to his senses, it was all over.

The invisible wall formed by interwoven sword light tore apart all the scarabs in front of it, and then pushed forward, crushing the young priest to pieces. However, this dangerous sword light disappeared without a trace before it shattered the wall, which shows the superb control of the person wielding the sword.

But Habisa, the one wielding the sword, had no idea how he controlled it. He didn't even know how he created that wall of sword light.

"It seems like I just keep swinging like this, then swinging like this again, and then swinging like this again..."

Habisa recalled the actions just now. It seemed like there was nothing to it; he just seemed to be swinging his sword continuously.

He was simply focusing on swinging each sword strike carefully.

Since it's possible to kill even gods if it's done, and this is something the gods themselves acknowledged, something the great serpent god said himself—that's just a scarab beetle, there's no reason it couldn't be killed.

It's just that there are more scarabs; he only needs to increase the number of times he swings his sword.

As long as he swings his sword fast enough, those scarabs will have no chance of touching him.

At that moment, only this simplest thought remained in his mind.

And so he did it.

At the critical moment of life and death, he had no time to think too much. Since a way out was presented to him, he had no choice but to risk his life for it. Whether this way out would allow him to live was no longer within his consideration. At that moment, even thinking for a second would mean certain death.

Habisa never expected that he would actually survive.

Not only did he survive, he also managed to kill his opponent.

"This……"

At this moment, Habisa did not even feel any joy of victory; the image of the young priest was completely absent from his mind.

Simply because the figure currently lingering in his mind is far too immense and far too wise.

"So... the Snake God was right after all!"

At this moment, Habisa had a deeper understanding of the previous conversation.

When he met the serpent god, asking that foolish question was an accident. As for the serpent god's answer about how gods could really be killed, Habisa had always thought it had nothing to do with him. But now, Habisa suddenly realized what that question and the serpent god's answer really meant.

Even gods can be killed, so divine magic can be killed as well, not to mention the priests who wield it.

Since even gods can be killed, it means that nothing is immune to death.

"It's simply a matter of what methods I use and what price I pay..."

Thinking of this, Habisa couldn't help but give a wry smile.

The pain in my right arm had already spread.

Although Habisa himself did not know how he managed to use such inhuman swordsmanship, using such inhuman swordsmanship naturally came at a price—just like now, his right arm was suddenly bleeding profusely even though he had not suffered any external injury.

His body was completely exhausted, and he was almost on the verge of collapse.

But Habisa still gritted his teeth and persevered. Having come down from the battlefield, he knew very well that compared to wielding a sword and fighting, the most dangerous moment was the serious injury he was now suffering after the battle. Habisa instinctively tore off his old clothes and was about to use the strips of cloth to bandage his wounds.

But when Habisa saw the exquisite long dress lying on the ground not far away, he decisively threw away the strip of cloth in his hand and went over to tear the dress apart.

The old cloth was too dirty, and it would easily cause infection if used to bandage the wound. Now that there was such a clean and tidy cloth, why not use it? After that, Hapisa realized that he could make use of the surrounding environment, so he simply barged into the kitchen, grabbed the cured meat and flatbread and stuffed them into his mouth.

Whether it was salty or not was no longer important to Habisa at this moment. Driven by his survival instinct, he ate voraciously to replenish his lost strength—his wild eating habits were no longer human; he was more like a severely wounded wild beast.

Severely wounded wild animals are the most dangerous, because at this time, they will fight to the death at the slightest disturbance.

Just like it is now.

"who!"

Upon hearing the noise, Habisa immediately stood up, his blood-stained bronze sword already in his left hand.

Although his right hand can no longer hold a sword, his left hand can still kill at will.

Moreover, it was just killing a woman.

You'd better pretend you didn't see anything.

Habisa's expression was unpleasant as he looked at Hatorlunu's wife, who had just emerged from the bathroom.

Although he said this, Habisa was already prepared to kill him, even if it would cause him to fall out with the war-mongering priest Hatorlunu. But compared to the certain death after being reported, he could always find a way to kill the war-mongering priest as well.

In life-or-death situations, the simplest and most direct solution is often the most effective.

Even if it has some unforeseen consequences afterward, at least for now, this swift and decisive approach will allow him to survive.

“I’m not Sethka, after all; I’m not that smart.”

"All I can rely on is the sword in my hand."

"And the wisdom that the Serpent God bestowed upon me to sever everything... Hmm?"

Just as Habisa was assessing the next steps and preparing to strike,

The wife of the supervising priest Hatorlunu actually walked up to the sword's edge.

“I really wanted to pretend I didn’t see anything, but you were like a wounded lion…”

Hatorlunu's wife looked into Habisa's eyes, her gaze filled with something indescribable.

"How powerful, how dangerous... To achieve this level without relying on any divine magic, using only your physical body, you are absolutely the most powerful man I have ever seen."

"...Eat?"

Habisa was a little stunned for a moment.

The current developments are far beyond his expectations.

But what happened next far exceeded his expectations.

This was because Hathorunu's wife suddenly lunged at him.

……

When Habisa came to his senses, it was already the next morning. He didn't remember how he ended up in the soft bed. He just felt like his whole body was about to fall apart, as if he had been trampled by ten thousand lions.

So was last night's fight really that intense? He clearly remembers that he was only injured in his right arm, right?

Meanwhile, by his pillow, the wife of the war priest Hatorlunu had already dressed and even prepared breakfast for him.

"You are the strongest man I have ever seen... You are simply amazing!"

"How could someone like you end up on the front lines? I'll write to Father right away and ask him to transfer you back!"

Chapter 162 Something Even the Snake God Couldn't Have Foreseen

Habisa has always believed that to get promoted, one must make contributions.

To rise through the ranks, one must establish merit, prove one's worth, and gain the priests' trust, eventually reaching the holy city of Heliopolis to uncover secrets they shouldn't know...

So where am I right now?

Walking the streets of Heliopolis, Habisa felt that the midday sun was so dazzling.

The letter written by Hatorlunu's wife, the supervising priest, was sent out in the morning, and the guards sent by the high priest of the holy city arrived before lunchtime. Thus, before lunchtime, Hatorlunu's wife appeared in the holy city with him.

“If it were last night, before we met, and you called me Hatorlunu’s wife, I wouldn’t care.”

Inside the seemingly simple yet extremely luxurious carriage, Hathorunu's wife turned to look at Habisa.