You and me under the world tree

Baldr, the God of Light, and Forsyte, the current human warrior, are describing the cruelest facts in the simplest terms.

And his reasons are even more legitimate.

He is a god.

So no matter what, there is no way to escape the perspective of God.

He can sympathize with human beings, and feel sad for the situation where human beings seem to be incomparably difficult to survive and have to resign themselves to fate.

However, he is a god.

So there's 'no way' anyway.

"The rules in the world are set by the father."

"You guy..."

"I'm curious, Etzel, what are you angry about, and what do you expect from me?"

"you……"

"You shouldn't be counting on me to change my original position through these encounters."

'boom'

Etzel landed a punch, but he missed Forsyte's body.

The fist just landed on the side of his head.

A deep fist mark emanated from the supposedly strong city wall.

"As a soldier, you just lie here and don't get up again."

he warned.

And that ferocious expression made Forsyte raise his eyebrows slightly.

"Your anger still hasn't dissipated. This kind of anger was not caused by me, Etzel."

Just as the King of Hunland turned sideways, Forsyte spoke in a low voice.

Then, he just stopped.

It's not that I want to stop, it's more like the body is completely rigid.

"What are you trying to say!"

"No, I'm just curious because you obviously have the same position as me, but you're angry."

Finally, Forsyte detonated a huge thunder.

"Don't compare me with you!"

Etzel said sharply.

"I……"

"You took the blade given by your father, then launched a war, and buried the soldiers under your command here with your own hands."

said Forsyte in a low voice.

"From a human point of view, they are naturally dead and can't die anymore, but you should also know where they will go."

"What else do you want to say?"

"No, not what I want to say."

With difficulty, he raised his hand and wiped away the still bleeding nose and the completely deformed face.

"I just don't understand what position you are accusing me of, because you are not human."

"..."

"We do similar things, even, I don't have a position like yours at all."

The status of the warrior Forsyte and the Hungarian king Etzel can be distinguished at a glance.

"I rushed to help the border just as an ordinary soldier, and you are the general, you..."

Just when he looked up, what he saw was a constantly enlarged combat boot.

'boom'

'boom'

Accompanied by the heavy trampling sound, Etzel raised his feet expressionlessly and trampled on the human incarnation of the God of Light.

'click'

Forsyte's body made a sound that seemed to break.

"Cough cough cough."

With the sound of pain, he began to vomit blood.

But because he was lying on the ground, the blood even started to rush back, which made him cough violently.

The originally powerful body of a demigod now looks vulnerable.

Etzel then grabbed Forsyte by the hair and pulled him up.

"Tell me, do you represent the sky, or yourself."

Chapter 78: Open your eyes!

On the battlefield, the chaos still continued.

And in this bloody battle, no one has the spare time to pay attention to other things.

For this reason, no one noticed the seriously injured soldier.

Forsyte.

Although he didn't die, Etzel pulled his hair and dragged him up.

The pain spread all over the body, whether it was the pain of being pulled by the hair or the serious injury caused by being trampled on, these all tormented Forsyte's senses and body.

"represent……"

After taking a few deep breaths, he slowly chanted the word.

Gradually, his originally slack eyes became a little brighter.

Immediately afterwards, a little enlightenment even appeared in his eyes.

He understood the source of his 'brother' anger!

For this reason, he slowly closed his eyes.

"I don't represent anyone, Etzel, I only represent myself. That's why I said that there is no way, I have no right to interfere, and organizing the Tribunal is only an internal matter of the Protoss."

he said in a low voice.

"As for you, you actually don't have any reason or position to get angry at me...cough cough cough."

At the end of the sentence, blood seemed to well up in his throat again.

He coughed, and blood spurted from his mouth.

But for him like him, talking is actually a very difficult thing.

Every gasp and breath will affect the wounds inside the body.

Perhaps, the ribs crushed by Etzel's foot had already pierced into the internal organs.

This kind of pain that permeated the whole body made it difficult for him to speak.

Perhaps, this body has also reached its limit?

He thought so.

Then maybe you don't have to keep those questions under wraps.

With this thought in mind, he opened his eyes again.

"This war is not led by me, nor is it my decision to support or fight it."

If anything, the present Forsyte is merely playing a mortal role in it.

"I'm just an ordinary...ahem, soldier who obeys the orders of the legion commander and the war executive."

He whispered, his voice getting weaker and weaker.

"Even if I'm not here, you can't change the fact that you have been defeated."

What really led to the complete defeat of the king of Hungary who was in the upper hand?

Naturally, it came from the support from the god-given city of Be'an.

Of course, there is also that arrogant and domineering dragon blood warrior who never seems to know what fear is.

"I'm actually a little curious."

After spitting out the blood in his mouth, Forsyte desperately raised his head.

He stared at Etzel.

"Why does a royal family from Gitland possess the power of a fire dragon?"

He saw this kind of thing too clearly.

"There is the power of the fire dragon lodged in his body, and this is not a prop. The breath of the fire dragon is similar to him..."

'boom'

Before Forcedo could say anything, Etzel directly grabbed his hand.

With that piercing sound, Forsyte's head was knocked to the ground.

However, the voice of the Son of Light still lingered.

He seemed unable to speak, but Etzel could still hear him.

Just as he had taunted him with magic before, this time Forsyte is completely following the gourd.

His body was twitching, but his voice directly echoed in the mind of the King of Hunlan.

"The breath of the fire dragon ignited the fire again, blocking the retreat, and it was you who gave the order to fight to the death. Therefore, the person you really hate and hate is actually yourself."

Subconsciously, he covered one ear, and Etzel couldn't help but took two steps back.

After realizing that this was the effect of magic, he couldn't help but kicked violently.

'boom'

The human warrior Forsyte made no resistance, and was kicked out like a broken rag.

But even though he rolled on the ground, the sound never disappeared.

"Don't you think it's unreasonable for you to hate yourself, but transfer this anger to me who has nothing to do with it?"

"Whether it makes sense or not, this kind of thing doesn't matter anymore, little prince."

Etzel said coldly.

He casually picked up a saber from the ground, and then slowly walked towards the warrior whose physical strength was rapidly draining.

"You have played enough in the world, I will send you back now!"

'crash'

The blade cut across.

But at this moment, a figure rushed out from the side.

'clang'

Accompanied by the sound of the sword ringing, Etzel's slashing was directly stopped abruptly.

"who is it!"

Seeing that someone could stop him, Etzel couldn't help shouting.

However, what his scarlet eyes saw was a figure in a state of embarrassment.

"you……"