I, Godzilla, the old dominator

In the heart of Black Rock City, inside the huge temple.

The originally young Barton had long been old, and at this time he was sitting in the temple, facing five statues of gods that were not too big or small, and he was sitting with his eyes closed.

Under the dim light, the entire temple was silent and cold.

But at this moment, a group of sacrifices suddenly walked in from outside the temple.

Hearing the movement behind him, Barton, who was originally sitting with his eyes closed, only opened his eyes slightly, and then slowly closed them again, without even looking back.

“Coming?”

The

old voice could not hide the afterglow of sighing.

“Hmm.”

A

muffled response came from behind him.

“Can you tell us what you think and why?”

“Thoughts? Reason? The voice behind him was full of sarcastic tones.

“Isn’t blasphemy enough?”

The old figure was silent for a moment, and then slowly turned his head to look at the figure behind him.

It was a pair of eyes that saw through people’s hearts, and it looked at the eyes of this figure, and even made the other party look away briefly.

“That’s enough, but I want to know Godot’s truest thoughts in your heart, and don’t mind talking a little more to me, an old man who is dying, right?”

Barton stretched out his hand, and the young figure froze, and then stepped forward with a complicated look in his eyes to help the old man.

It lowered its head, looking a little guilty or weak-hearted, but still said faintly:

“Why?”

“What why?” The old man asked calmly.

“Why am I not the heir, why can’t it be me? Why would it be Irene! Ah Father! Barton sacrifice chief! I’m your only son! Don’t you think all this is so unfair to me?

Perhaps it was the old man’s

calm that stimulated the young man’s already uncalm heart, and he suddenly raised his head to look at the old man and asked loudly.

“That’s your reason?” The old man didn’t even look at the young man, but slowly walked to the entrance of the temple with the help of the young man.

He looked outside the temple, the

divine tattoo warriors who surrounded the entire temple, looked at the pair of eyes that did not dare to look at him, and suddenly shook his head with a helpless sigh.

“Yes! That’s my reason! What do you think? Seeing that everything you have created is about to be destroyed in the hands of your son, Father, how do you feel now? The

young man let go of the hand that was holding the old man, and his expression became a little resentful and a little paranoid smile.

Looking at his son,

a trace of sadness flashed under the old man’s eyes, but he no longer paid attention to his son, but looked at the several elders of the sacrificial group on the side of the temple.

“That’s what you want to see?”

A sacrificial elder stepped forward, his face full of calm and moderation, and even stroked his chest to salute Barton.

“This is not the result we want to see, but fanatical faith tells us that our people of lava should not continue to fall, nor should we continue to blaspheme the majesty of our Father, and not only us, but many of the other five races have many people who share our thoughts and sacrifice to the elders.”

Looking at the old man, Barton watched so quietly, and finally closed his eyes slightly as if he did not want to see this scene in front of him and sighed:

“Faith?”

“Yes, faith! The people of lava should have religiously believed in God and my Father, but the God of Order sect preached everywhere that the people of the five tribes could freely choose their faith? Isn’t that ridiculous? What of our existence of the children of lava, our flesh and blood, and even our molten power that has not been bestowed by the mighty Father?

“Don’t know how grateful you are to believe in God the Father? Doesn’t this destroy the foundation of my people? The

elder of the

sacrificial regiment responded faintly, and at the same time, his eyes became more and more fanatical.

“The existence of the Father God is the foundation of our existence of the children of lava, and the

children of lava who cannot sincerely believe in the Father God are all depraved and deserve the harshest divine punishment!”

“Of course, I also agree with what you said before, the priest, order was established by the Father God himself, but that is not the reason for the emergence of such a degenerate sect as the Order God Sect, the peaceful coexistence of the five races, and even union is enough, then free faith? This is blasphemy in my opinion!

“Although those pagans say on the surface that God the Father is the Lord of the gods of order, that is only to cover up their self-belief that freedom of belief is blasphemous, and who is blinded by rights, it should be them, not us devout believers!”

Hearing the words of the

sacrificial elder, the sacrificial elder Barton’s face was calm, and there was not even a little wave.

He looked at the elder with hot

starry eyes in the sky, and then said sadly: “The prosperity of our five races today, all this is really not easy, these are all based on the huge efforts of our five races, does it really have to be like this?”

“yes! Our five races, no, the four races have paid a lot, and finally have this prosperity today, but is all this not caused by the indulgence of the priest chief? The

elder

of the sacrificial regiment calmly looked at the sacrificial chief Barton, his eyes were reminiscing for a moment, and his expression was complicated.

“I have always felt that you are not a qualified devout disciple, and you will not understand us, let alone the hearts of the other four races that also believe in their respective gods.”

“When the old priest let you inherit this position, even if it seems to me now, it was an extremely wise decision, and I and the warriors below also respect you; But in the new era, I think you should also be able to rest, and the devout faith should return again and become a guiding fire in the confusion of the people. The

elder of the

sacrificial regiment did not give in his eyes, but just quietly looked at Barton.

“You’re going to ruin it all.” As if he knew that the end could not be changed, the sacrificial chief Barton slowly closed his eyes.

“What about ruins? It is enough to re-educate the people of the importance of faith in the Father.

“And I believe that in the new era, the five races with clear beliefs will prosper again, and aren’t our ancestors also leading their people step by step through the gap of time?”

At this moment, Barton already knew.

Everything is irreparable.

It was the weakness in his heart that caused all this, knowing that many, many people had long been dissatisfied with the newborn Order God Sect and agitated everywhere, but he did not control it in time.

Maybe it’s all his fault.

But why is this not the choice of the people of order themselves?

New ideas collide with old ideas, and power blinds too many people.

Maybe the five races also need such a war to wash away the restlessness in people’s hearts?

Only when it really hurts, people will reflect on it.

Is faith really that important?

Barton was already a little confused.

He thought of the old priest Kaia, of his fanatical belief and obsession with the gods.

In the end, Barton said nothing, but walked lonely into the dim light of the temple again.