hotmtlnovel Chapter 1879 Original Sin
Chapter 1879 Original Sin
Chapter 1879 Original Sin
For Casca and her people, this is a nightmare.
Outsiders like Lu Pingan still have some misunderstandings about this world. What they see are the lords and their powerful orcs who are all soldiers.
“Is not being good at fighting a sin? Is being weak destined to extinction? There will be no more after this death.”
Casca, once a rabbit-eared tailor in the earthly world, was famous and kind, so she lived a short but happy life.
The other side of the rabbit beastmen's strong reproductive ability is that their lifespan is relatively short. Often, they will suddenly take a turn for the worse and die quickly in what outsiders consider to be their prime years.
And this kind of "distortion" in other worlds is normal in this world.
“Has it been like this since ancient times? Is it correct?”
Until she came to the underground world, she didn't think there was anything wrong with her short life on earth.
But when she revived from the form of a man-eating rabbit with blood in her mouth and turned into a human form again, she lay on the ground and vomited for several hours. She didn't drink a drop of water for three days and almost ended her new life.
Even in the underground world, there is still no so-called "racial balance". After the strong above-ground races are reincarnated, they are often strong underground beasts again, and the weak orcs are often rare.
"Should we be eliminated from the beginning?"
From their physiological structure to their eating habits, carnivores are naturally better at fighting than most herbivores. They also naturally adapt to the rules of this world and are high-quality potential soldiers.
After their animal nature is awakened, they tend to become more accustomed to this new life filled with fighting and "carnivorous eating". However, there are always some people who cannot adapt.
But this world is quite cruel to "pacifists".
If you don't want to sit at the dining table, just go to the dining table.
Casca is somewhere in between, refusing to fight but embracing this new way of life.
There are actually quite a few people like her, but most of them don't live very long. She has survived until now, on the one hand because she is talented and brave, and on the other hand because she is also very brave.
"My Lord, what will our future be like? In the end, it will still belong to other lords."
"Snow White Sheep Princess" Zetaduna shook her head. As a weak lord who barely reached the standard of a divine creature (level seven), she had been living in the cracks with her tribe.
"I don't know either"
Shaking your head sometimes does not mean denial, but rather a feeling of helplessness and confusion.
As a lord, her divine body is not even three meters tall. The tall and plump sheep girl has silver hair and curved black horns, and her squinting face often has a kind smile.
Although she is weak, she is not a weakling. The number of divine lords torn apart by her is almost in double digits. The reason why she has been able to protect her tribesmen who are not good at fighting in the cracks and continue to this day is that her individual combat power is outrageous under the same standards.
She raised her head slightly and saw the strong wind and thunder everywhere.
These natural disasters that had to be avoided in the past can be considered harmless in the current environment. The reality that every direction has turned into a battlefield of death is the real desperate situation.
She had no doubt that as long as she and her people got close to those war zones, they would instantly become victims.
So, do nothing?
"No matter who wins, we will be the cherry on the cake of victory." Even though she was called a "bare-handed black sheep" by some gods and was regarded as a militant among militants, Zetaduna still spoke overly weak words.
When a world war comes, it is always the civilians and the weak who suffer the most.
Most of her people are not good at fighting, and are even afraid of blood and battlefields. When the lord (God) leads the people in an all-out war, her own people will just be extras.
Even if I could escape, facing the collapse of the whole world, where could I escape to? From one dining table to another?
"Perhaps, when I heard about the 'no-war zone' before, I should have taken action."
"The legendary Silver City is just a legend. Besides, even if it is a truly rich holy land that does not require war, it will become fat meat in the current environment."
"Aries" is a rare deity without a "Pope". She does not bestow divine grace and evolutionary ladders in large quantities, and therefore does not need a spokesperson for God or a church-like organization.
It's not that she cherishes power too much, but that mortals who have obtained "divine grace" need to "hunt" to maintain their own power. Aries' divine grace is very aggressive and will distort the character of mortals to a certain extent.
Because of this, she only has a small guard of orcs who hold a portion of her power.
Casca is one of them. This is a loose ranger group without even an organizational structure, and commanding others depends entirely on relationships and personal prestige.
Originally, Aries and the ethnic group she protected hid in this low-value forest, using the geographical advantage to isolate themselves from the prying eyes of outsiders.
But now, not only are the gods from the outside world getting closer and closer, but along with the breaking and drying up of the earth veins, the terrain has also been completely distorted, making it impossible to escape. A large number of forest plants have died, leaving the herbivores without food.
What is even more helpless is that some of the "herbivorous species" were driven by hunger and transformed into "carnivorous species" again, which directly caused unrest and panic within the tribe.
Even those "guards" and "warriors" who are still able to move freely are questioned as to why they still have the physical strength and whether they have crossed that line.
".Want to change?"
Zetaduna and Casca, the weak and peaceful god and the gentle and warlike top guard, looked at each other but could not come up with any solution.
In this world, "herbivores" can survive, but only "carnivores" can become strong.
For them, crossing this line would be more painful than death, but they already have too many ties.
They promised to protect
"Notify them and let the soldiers decide freely."
If this continues, perhaps "falling into demonic states" is the only way to survive.
"So, what is the difference between us and them?"
In the end, Casca still didn't say these words.
These are too heavy words for the kind gods.
The same thing is happening simultaneously in countless corners of this world. In addition to the herbivorous gods who protect the weak, there are also a large number of scattered tribes who do not even have the protection of the gods and have been hiding in the cracks of the territories and the worthless wastelands.
But now, they seem to have no way out.
When a forest fire starts, it seems that there is no other way to survive except to trample to death anything that stands in the way.
But at this moment, a ray of light fell.
In the distance as far as the eye can see, a huge ancient tree rises from the ground, it blooms with holy golden light, and the burning light reaches into the sky.
It brings a voice, a possibility.
"I am the Lord of Eternal Life, the Savior of Life."