Chapter 295: The Spirit Of Sacrifice Deserves A Bounty
Prometheus did not know why the God King would ask such an obvious question, but he still respectfully replied: “Your Majesty is wise, it is exactly so. These offerings are the token of the covenant between gods and mortals. In accordance with Your will, they should be divided in two.”
Zeus nodded lightly, but a trace of compassion appeared on his face.
He sighed softly: “Alas, though these are merely ignorant mortal things with little wisdom and shallow spirituality. However, they are living beings after all.”
“Humans, though already permitted to be the master of mortal spirits, and we are even more so the gods who are masters of all things and all spirits. Yet, to therefore demand that mortal spirits engage in great slaughter… is still somewhat improper in the end.”
“This…” Prometheus was momentarily speechless, his divine thought nearly frozen.
He could not figure out at all what medicine His Majesty the God King was selling in this gourd of his?
Prometheus internally complained madly in his heart: Everyone come listen, is this mythology he’s talking about?
They were just some living beings with low spirituality, no essential difference from grass, trees, earth, and stone.
Everyone drinks wine and eats meat every day, and no one has ever seen anyone care about the life or death of these ant-like things.
If it were really put that way, which god present did not already have their hands stained with the blood of countless living beings?
Not to mention anything else, just speaking of the great battle between the two God Kings back then, the living beings affected and annihilated merely by the aftermath of the battle were already too numerous to count!
Those were not even calculated by individual lives, individual races, or even individual categories!
Those were entire galaxies, entire galaxies being completely erased!
Anything even slightly touched by that power was utterly destroyed in body and soul, dying without even a trace of residue left!
Moreover, not to speak of those mortal spirits without wisdom, even those truly divine lives possessing higher wisdom who were incidentally killed due to being caught in that protracted cosmic battle were too numerous to count.
The clash of the God Kings, to call it a cosmic catastrophe would be going easy, it was simply doomsday for the universe.
At that time, whether the Second Generation God King or God King Zeus, any one of them could shatter a sea of stars with a single slap, and the deaths were truly boundless.
Now it was good, for mere hundred bulls, His Majesty had actually begun to pity heaven and man?
What was this bit of sacrifice worth?
For these lowly mortal spirits, to have the fortune of serving as offerings to the gods was fundamentally their glory!
But he only dared to think this in his heart.
Could he possibly directly oppose His Majesty the God King in front of all the gods?
However, he was not troubled by this for long.
Because Zeus spoke again: “However, since the covenant between gods and mortals has already been established, it would not be good to casually change it.”
“Then let it be so.”
“Thanatos.” The God King suddenly called the name of the God of Death.
At this moment, among the ranks of the gods, the Night Pantheon was arranged separately to one side, and between it and the Celestial Pantheon, if not exactly divided like clear waters from murky, it was at least black and white distinct.
The many new gods of the Celestial Pantheon were all displaying their divine power at this moment, fully showcasing their most brilliant divine light and phenomena to add luster to the God King’s procession, demonstrating boundless splendor.
But on the Night Pantheon side, the situation was somewhat awkward.
Their authority… was really not too suitable to be grandly displayed in such a joyous atmosphere of universal celebration.
Even if there were a very few whose authority was relatively gentle, in this atmosphere completely suppressed by the radiance of the Celestial Pantheon, they did not dare to stand out too much.
So, now all the gods of the Night Pantheon were standing obediently in a row, restraining their aura, staying very low-key to one side.
Thanatos suddenly heard the Father God summon him and immediately jolted.
He instantly transformed into a silent black nether light and arrived before Zeus’s carriage, bowed in salute, and urgently responded: “Great Father God! I am here! I am here I am here!”
This God Lord of Death, usually cold and ruthless, was no different from a young lad in essence before his supreme God King Father God.
Zeus smiled faintly and said in a gentle voice: “Thanatos, my just son. Note this: From this day forth, all mortal living beings offered as offerings to the gods, even if their spirituality is humble and shallow, shall not be counted as wrongful deaths and must receive extra bounty.”
“In the netherworld, you shall supplement their spiritual soul, making their spirituality and wisdom ultimately no different from mortals. Take them as your underlings of the God of Death, have them serve under you, assisting you in managing, collecting, and settling the undead.”
In front of all the gods, to be personally praised by the Great Father God as “my just son” and moreover entrusted with such an important sacred duty.
Although this matter itself was perhaps only a small thing, it was enough to make this usually serious and steadfast God of Death extremely happy inside, filled with pride and warmth.
He immediately straightened his body and loudly proclaimed: “I shall obey the Father God’s order! Please be at ease, Father God! Thanatos will certainly handle this matter well! I guarantee that these living beings who die fulfilling the sacred covenant will all receive the most abundant bounty!”
Zeus nodded appreciatively.
Thanatos bowed respectfully again before returning to his position in high spirits.
Though not exactly arrogant, he was striding forth with head held high, drawing envious gazes from many brothers and sisters of the Night Pantheon toward him.
Only then did Zeus slowly speak again, in a tone carrying compassion, and softly said: “We gods are the masters of mortal spirits. Unless necessary, do not lightly engage in killing. See them live, cannot bear to see them die; hear their voice, cannot bear to eat their flesh. If it is truly necessary and unavoidable, then keep far away and do not see.”
“Prometheus, you go down first to prepare. As for the slaughtering of the offerings, I and the gods will not watch. This small matter, I believe is a piece of cake for you.”
“Go.”
Prometheus, seeing Zeus’s series of “merciful” operations, sighed deeply in his heart: ‘His Majesty the God King is truly kind! Too merciful!’
While thinking this, he bowed and acknowledged, then directly turned and descended to the mortal realm, preparing to quickly get everything arranged to formally begin this sacrificial ceremony.
After Prometheus left, Zeus pulled the gods to continue chatting idly, mainly discussing the specific delineation of the divine genealogy, that is, the Divine Genealogy.
This topic instantly captured the mind of every god.
For the gods, this matter was far more important than watching mortals slaughter cattle!
This was the fundamental method concerning one’s status and glory in the endless years of the future!
For a time, above the Highest Heaven, voices of discussion, debate, and flattery were incessant, and no god paid much more attention to Prometheus and those insignificant humans.
Anyway, the general direction was already set, what mishap could possibly occur next?
That clever fellow Prometheus surely could not fail even at this small matter, right?
Even Clymene, who had always been worried, now temporarily set aside her vigilance and worry in her heart.
Just now when Prometheus played that little trick, proposing that “chief sacrificial god is the God King” advice, she had truly been scared badly.
Fortunately, His Majesty the God King did not seem to truly mind, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, her face once again blooming with bright tenderness.
In this instant, she felt like a mother timely saved: joyful for her child’s safety, and feeling an inexplicable sweetness for that wise and gentle God King.
She thought to herself that after returning to Olympus, she must find a method to make her beloved Great God King even happier!
After all, during this time, those secretly done things had thoroughly filled her, long deprived of divinity, with the God King. That taste was truly… quite intoxicating for her.
As for the God King? The God King was surely already immersed in it, unable to extricate himself.
After all, there was something wonderful about doing things secretly~
On Clymene’s body, those stacked “enhancement attributes” were truly quite numerous…
As for on Earth, those humans who had been respectfully awaiting, aside from hearing the God King’s sacred declaration that resounded through the universe just now, felt no new messages.
But merely that declaration from the God King was already enough to make all humans’ hearts surge and eyes brim with hot tears!
Wasn’t everything they sacrificed and every effort they made for precisely this moment?
Countless blood and sweat, working day and night without rest, all these efforts were worth it!
After Prometheus descended to the mortal realm, he once again announced the God King’s final decision to all humans in a majestic voice.
Seeing the crowd slightly restless from excitement, he waved his hand, signaling everyone to quiet down.
Then, in an extremely solemn tone, he loudly declared: “All matters are settled! Now, the offerings will be presented to His Majesty the Great God King and the sacred gods of Olympus!”
“This is the supreme honor for all humans! No shred of carelessness or negligence is permitted! Must wholeheartedly offer the highest respect to His Majesty the Supreme God King!”
“This will be an eternally memorable, supremely great moment! The eternal master of all existence—the God King, and all the great gods of the universe, have all descended here, for the great righteousness of Heaven and Earth, to accept humanity’s tribute!”
“Your names will be sung by later generations! This is your lifelong glory! Moreover the supreme glory for your descendants, generation after generation! Must exert utmost effort for it!”
Prometheus concluded powerfully, his voice like a bell, and all who heard it were stirred to surging emotions!
“All begin!”
With Prometheus’s order, all humans present roared in acknowledgment and began tense yet orderly bustling.
And Prometheus, looking at those herds of cattle being led to secluded spots to begin slaughter, and thinking again of those humans still in the tribe enduring hunger and struggling on the brink of starvation…
His heart was once again filled with irrepressible sorrow.
At the same time, he thought that all matters were settled, the “covenant” between gods and mortals had already been established…
His gaze gradually took on a subtle, dangerous change.
