"Shadow Kims, I have a question for you."
As Julius Reed and Shadow Kims walked toward the bottom of the Dusty Platform, Julius suddenly asked, "Do you think that humans created gods, or did gods create humans?"
He recalled the phrase from the painting.
This statent had deep implications.
Julius Reed always believed that humans created gods.
Which is why he dared to destroy gods!
He sent the temples underground.
But in this world, few people seed to share this belief.
Humans create gods, yet they also seek out gods.
Perhaps out of necessity, so gods appeared.
"Why bring this up suddenly?" Shadow Kims hadn’t expected Julius Reed to raise such a topic.
It was very sensitive.
He didn’t know how to respond.
"You’ve studied theology for years; why not discuss it? Let’s exchange views." Julius spoke casually, "The temple has returned to the Mortal World, and although I’ve tried to stop it, so people keep causing trouble, opposing . Would you call this treachery?"
"This..." Shadow Kims found this difficult to answer.
He was once a servant of the gods, once steadfastly opposed to Julius Reed.
He worshiped and believed in deities!
"Call it being a ’god’s servant,’ but isn’t it just being a traitor to humanity? Being a dog to so-called gods, kneeling all day—doesn’t standing feel better?" Julius chuckled softly, "What do you think?"
"You’re clearly insulting ." Shadow Kims was speechless.
Nowadays, powerful beings seed to be all god servants, except for Osher Reed and Julius Reed.
"Wait!" Shadow Kims detected sothing amiss!
He pointed at Julius Reed in astonishnt, unable to believe it: "You... you, you! You are Julius Reed?"
Osher Reed was the embodint of gods.
He was both a god servant and a product of the temple.
He couldn’t possibly defa gods!
Julius Reed!
The one standing before him now was Julius Reed!
Osher Reed wouldn’t have the leisure to discuss philosophical matters.
Osher Reed would go out to enjoy himself with Hiddy, indulge in won, relish power!
Enjoy everything!
Only Julius Reed would think this way and with such openness.
If it were Osher Reed, he’d likely retaliate as soon as he realized he’d been tricked, killing Shadow Kims!
How could there still be this relaxed chitchat?
"Does it matter?"
Julius Reed walked alongside Shadow Kims, hands behind his back. "What matters most is that you’re still alive. Your head is still on your shoulders. Does it really matter who I am?"
"Yes! You’re right!" Shadow Kims touched his neck, realizing he couldn’t afford to die.
If he died, those diligent offspring would feast again.
"You’re... quite formidable..." Shadow Kims was even more in awe of Julius Reed after his shock.
To think that even in the divine realm, he hadn’t perished!
He managed to co out alive!
Even the gods’ domain couldn’t harm him?
What kind of monster was this?
"You still haven’t answered my question." Julius said, stepping onto the elevator.
"I think gods created humans," Shadow Kims pressed the elevator button.
He had been there for a long ti and, owing to his collaboration with Ilia Danvers, was quite familiar with it.
"Because the power gods give us is too imnse. In other words, Julius Reed, without divine power, how could we god servants surpass mundane Martial Artists?"
Shadow Kims didn’t need to be as cautious when speaking to Julius Reed.
With Osher Reed, he would have to tread carefully, fearing the wrath of that devil and losing his life.
To so extent, he still acknowledged the Saint Lord’s integrity.
Powerful.
But humans are selfish, envious of those more extraordinary than themselves.
They wanted to take down Julius Reed, which wasn’t personal against him.
Today, Julius Reed’s at the top; they target him.
Tomorrow, if Pranay Martinez rises, they’d go after him.
In short, those not at the top always aim to bring down the first.
This is instinct.
After all, everyone wants to experience the pinnacle of power.
They say it’s lonely at the top, but Julius Reed seems to have brought a down-jacket, a woman, and so spirits to warm himself up there.
"Yet I’m not a god servant, and I still destroyed the temple and defeated you esteed god servants. So, humans must still be superior to gods." As Julius Reed finished speaking, the elevator doors opened.
As soon as they stepped out, a cold gust of wind greeted them.
Bitterly cold!
Eerie.
"I’ve been here before; it’s almost like a factory for creating god servants. But now, it’s been transford for making monk soldiers." Shadow Kims pointed out the scene resembling a Mortal World purgatory.
He was still familiar, as monk soldiers had been developed with the Prophet and them.
He just hadn’t expected the Prophet to hold back a trick, deliberately ssing with them.
"Saint Lord, you’re no ordinary person; don’t generalize. Apart from you, what Martial Artist dares to claim superiority over us, the god servants?" Shadow Kims continued on Julius’s topic, "Besides, you might not even be human."
"I’m not human?" Julius pointed to himself.
"I think you’re not human," Shadow Kims expressed, feeling a bit fearful afterward. "You’re certainly an existence beyond gods, how could you be human?"
"Indeed." Julius Reed nodded, walking further inside. "If only the human race had more like , what concern would the temple be?"
"The temple provides humans with power, precisely what we lack, what we’re incapable of doing," Shadow Kims said helplessly. "We worship gods because they give us strength. Ordinary people worship gods because they need comfort, spiritual support. But the gods of ordinary people might be their creation. For us, gods undoubtedly created humans."
"Saint Lord, your words aren’t contradictory," Shadow Kims added.
The machinery had long ceased operating before them.
"I still firmly believe humans created gods," Julius Reed chuckled. "Isn’t the atomic bomb fearso? Yet it was made by humans. Humans can fly into the sky, you god servants, you’re mighty, try flying for ?"
Shadow Kims was montarily at a loss for words.
His inner beliefs were sohow swayed?
"Let’s not argue; it will be settled soday," Shadow Kims said, suddenly sensing sothing off.
"Be careful," Julius warned, looking alertly ahead.
After the machinery stopped,
There shouldn’t have been any noise.
It should be very quiet here.
Yet now, both sensed sounds from ahead.
And there was also a fluctuation of Spiritual Power.
Clearly, soone was inside!
Even Martial Artists.
Click!
The lights turned on.
The crimson bulb perfectly complented the environnt here.
"We et again," Ilia Danvers sneered coldly. "How are you, old friends?"
Behind Ilia Danvers stood a group of people with their heads lowered.
At a rough glance, there were hundreds of them.
Strangely, these people were full of Spiritual Power, yet one couldn’t sense any life from them.
"Ilia Danvers?" Shadow Kims was surprised; he hadn’t expected Ilia Danvers to be there.
"That’s right." Ilia Danvers nodded, drawing a blade from his waist and said with a smile, "It’s . Shadow Kims, you’ve betrayed , betrayed everyone. Now I’ll give you one chance, kill him. Otherwise, you’ll die too."
"What? We can feast again?"
Suddenly, many stood up on the first floor.
They were all from the Funeral Alliance.
"Chef, start the fires!"
Soone shouted.
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