It's true, it's surprising.

This is not a lie, but Alice's true feelings.

As the first group of mortals living in a world forcibly transformed into a world of high demons by external forces, their situation is extremely embarrassing.

To put it bluntly, they are destined to be eliminated.

After several generations of iteration, the mortal body will adapt to the magic and be able to master it.

But the earliest batch, as mortals, their bodies have not yet adapted to the changes in the world, and they are completely unqualified to touch those magical powers.

Not only that, some of them who are extremely uncomfortable with magic may even die directly during this transformation because they cannot bear it.

In the first ten years of the coming of the gods, such examples were not uncommon.

From a magical point of view, this group of people is fragile and powerless.

But the reality of more than ten years and countless achievements have told Alice the fact that mortals are not just weaklings who can be slaughtered by gods.

Even though the existence they will rebel against was once the god in their hearts!

They are liberating countless mortals imprisoned by the gods from the shackles of the gods.

But then, someone showed up.

So, they took fire from the prophet and traveled far away with the lit torch, passing on the light of fire.

"Weak and powerless mortals raised the flag of resistance to the gods."

Thinking back on the happiness and fulfillment of the past ten years, Alice sighed:

No, this is [liberation].

"You can say whatever you want, and I have told you many times before that you don't need to be so respectful to me. I am just a witness who provides you with a shelter."

Although he was obviously very thin, Tours' body burst out with a strong aura.

That would be a number beyond everyone's imagination. It would not just be the two or three thousand people that were predicted on the surface, but a huge group of ten or a hundred times, and they are still spreading!

A single spark can start a prairie fire.

"The only wish of our Order is to keep everyone alive."

He said:

"Stay alive!"

He said:

The mortals of the Prophet Society do not yet know, and even their prophets do not know the significance of what they have done to the world.

No matter what the final outcome was, she was already satisfied as a witness.

Not recognizing Alice's persistence, Tours shook his head and said:

"...Yes, even if you choose to believe in your prophet, the probability of this is still very high."

Shaking his head, Tours interrupted:

He is going to die soon.

Take this world back into their own hands!

The flame burning in people's hearts is actually the fire called "resistance".

But now, what the gods have not noticed is that the figures of these people have already filled the entire world.

Alice once thought sarcastically that if the gods followed their habits, they might even send down an oracle and name the prophet [Demon King] or something like that.

Stop talking, you already want to...

"You guys really surprised me."

After saying that, Tours suddenly laughed:

An epic tale of mortals rebelling against gods.

"Besides, I just heard you say, 'You will predict the meeting,' right?"

"Lady Alice!"

He set a fire in their hearts.

"The time I spent walking side by side with you will be a memory I will never forget for a long time to come."

Turning his head to look at the crystal, Tours saw the girl inside and could only see his own face reflected on it.

"I have answered before, no matter what your thoughts are or not, I respect you very much."

"The survival of not just one person, some people, a generation."

He said:

!!!

"We will grow old and die, but we will not retreat."

Turs blinked his eyes slyly and frowned like an old naughty boy.

No gods are omnipotent, and neither are prophets.

That man told mortals a possibility that they had never thought of, an illusory future that they had never dared to imagine.

"What did you say?"

He said:

"Tulsi, you..."

Our descendants will definitely be able to survive and continue to grow.

The flame has been ignited and has taken root deep in the soul, with no possibility of being extinguished.

Mortals, live forever!

While Alice was shocked, she discovered something that made her a little sad.

A firm will united into one.

"Is our goal to rebel against the gods? That is indeed one of our goals, but it is not all of our aspirations."

This is fair and there is no debt.

Turs smiled with relief, recalling the cheeks of the infant twins, and his long-lost daughter.

Resist the gods!

"Lord Alice, you may have thought of something wrong."

The Prophets are saving the world!

For the gods, this situation is the worst. Once the divine power is shaken, their rule will also end.

will.

"We, in fact, have already succeeded."

"And to that end, not even death can stop us."

Is there any problem with this?

Since then, mortals have learned to resist!

"...If you think so, it's really our honor."

But Alice did not take the words and instead said:

"Don't feel honored. This is not something to be honored about. If I have to say it... I am actually lucky to be able to participate in it."

"Lord Alice, can you listen to me?"

The dying old man spoke firmly.

"In my heart..."

No matter good or evil, no matter order or chaos, they will absolutely not want to see this.

Even though it is illusory, it is not absolutely impossible.

"Please don't mourn for us without permission."

"We mortals will definitely survive."

Resist?

And the existence that ignited that flame in the first place must be the one they hate the most.

"Our real goal is only one from beginning to end."

Success?

Impossible!

Live!!!
To be continued...