manynovel Chapter 5 Humans Do Not Need Gods
Chapter 5 Humans Do Not Need Gods
"god······"
"Gods..."
"So it was all true after all."
Paris raised his head, his lips trembling slightly.
The golden giant radiated a holy golden light at all times, warm and majestic.
Just one glance at that golden light made Paris's eyes feel as if they were being burned, but it also dispelled the fear in his heart about Cassandra's prophecy.
Looking at the nearly six-meter-tall perfect giant, and then at his own brother who was about three and a half meters tall, he had the same thought that came to mind as his brother.
—They are the real family.
It wasn't until the emperor's two brief sentences completely confirmed his thoughts.
At the same time, although he felt disappointed, he also felt a strange sense of relief and joy.
Since his brother Hector was not his true blood brother, the fratricide in the prophecy was destined not to be between him and his brother Hector.
In the distant future, whenever Paris thinks of this thought today, he will wear a helpless and desperate smile and regret it.
"I am not a god."
The emperor's calm voice echoed in the vast expanse of heaven and earth.
Hector didn’t find the sound loud enough to be jarring, but every word truly reached everyone’s ears, like a real miracle.
"If you are not a god, then you should learn to restrain your appearance and mannerisms," Hector retorted coolly.
The sudden appearance of this unrelated father figure erased his dignity and decades of planning in an almost trampling manner.
He effortlessly accomplished what only a god could do, yet firmly stated that he was not a god.
ridiculous!
Hector turned to the side and lowered his head.
He looked at the pious, fearful, uneasy, and repentant Trojan generals and ministers.
These were his blood relatives, warriors whom he had personally selected on Troy who were most scornful of the gods, ever since he was a crown prince, or even a toddler.
Now they are all in this extremely wretched state.
"Stand up! No kneeling!"
"Humans do not need gods!"
"And there have never been any gods!"
Hector rebuked him without reservation.
Most people hesitated, but after hearing Hector's reprimand, Narcissus calmly dusted off his non-existent knees, while Paris instinctively shuddered and stood up.
Many more remained kneeling on the ground, trembling; a few looked at Hector pleadingly; and some even felt resentment and anger towards their lord.
This made Hector realize that the belief in gods was still prevalent on the planet, and that he had more time to change it.
Thinking of this, Hector looked again at the emperor, who had remained silent and maintained his dignified image.
"Is this what you wanted?"
"What exactly is the purpose of your visit here?"
"Emperor, or perhaps, Father!"
For a fleeting moment, Hector seemed to see a slight murmur and speechlessness appear on the perfect face under the holy golden light, but in that same instant, his mind was filled with that damned pheromone called intimacy!
"Bring the Kingdom of Troy to the Empire, and join the Great Expedition with your fleet and offspring."
"The Great Expedition? Offspring?"
He knows all the characters and words.
However, when they were put together, Hector's superhuman brain became confused and disoriented, which should not have occurred.
Although he is now 3.5 meters tall, handsome and outstanding, and once had a noble wife who died in an assassination.
But he had no children!
Hector was waiting for an explanation, but after the emperor finished speaking such a long sentence, he seemed to have lost his ability to speak.
It was still that damned appearance, still radiating golden light.
The imperial guards standing behind him, clad in golden armor and carrying spears, almost a head shorter than him, remained motionless.
The fist has hardened!
Hector's eyes blazed with fury.
He grew increasingly disgusted with this father who had appeared out of nowhere.
In particular, he even began to fear the constant feelings of affection that kept appearing in his body.
"I don't think this is a very good place to talk, Your Majesty, King of Troy."
An old man wearing a hood, holding a cane carved with a double-headed eagle, walked over with a limp but more swift and vigorous gait than most people.
"I am the one who holds the seal of the Empire, Macado." The old man smiled. "We have met before."
Hector stared at the hunched old man, who was only half his height, and sensed danger.
The palace of Troy.
The royal guards took over the escort duties from the attendants and ordered the palace attendants to leave.
Only Priam, Paris, and Narcissus from the Trojan side were allowed to enter.
Anyone else who approached was warned by the Imperial Guard. Several fanatical religious believers who wanted to get close to the Emperor and Hector, the Son of God, were all ruthlessly killed.
A round table was temporarily set up, and Hector and the others sat around it.
"Father, where is Paris?" Hector asked his father, Priam.
Although he was disappointed that his younger brother knelt before the emperor, he was still his brother, and when he ordered them to stand up, his younger brother was one of only two who stood up.
He was, after all, his younger brother, and he was on his side.
"Paris has gone out," Priam shook his head.
He didn't know either, he just saw his real son excitedly forcing the planetary general to leave, muttering something about glory and warriors.
Instinct told Priam that this might not be a good thing, but this was Troy, and what could possibly happen to Paris, a member of the royal family?
And even more than that, Priam always carried a huge weight on his mind.
The day of trial finally arrived.
Priam spent nine months mentally preparing himself before his servant brought the news and before he was willing to leave his room.
Hector frowned slightly, noticing that his father seemed a little off.
He glanced at the Imperial side, who still hadn't chosen to speak first, and then called out Narcissus's name.
Narcissus.
"I am here, Your Majesty."
"Go and arrange for the servants to bring Paris..."
"What happens next doesn't need to be known to anyone else."
The emperor's voice echoed in the magnificent room.
"That's my brother," Hector said coldly.
"I have been with him for nineteen years, the Emperor."
Unfortunately, the golden giant fell silent after speaking, and Hector could sense that the other party had developed an extremely strange emotion.
He seemed confused, even a little aggrieved.
He seemed to really want Hector to understand him.
The seal bearer, Macardo, let out a hoarse sigh that echoed in the silent room. Standing beside the giant, looking at the towering round table that nearly reached his throat, he said:
"We meant no harm."
"It's just that time is tight and the task is arduous."
"What do you want from me?" Hector asked.
"Join the Empire of Man, and you can return to the Empire. You are the Emperor's second lost heir, the Empire's second Primarch."
"The Empire needs you to lead your army again to liberate our suffering fellow human beings."
As he spoke, Macado turned to look at Priam, who remained silent to the side.
Hector stood up, and the sound he made drew everyone's attention back to him.
"I am the monarch of the Kingdom of Troy," Hector proclaimed to everyone.
"I am the ruler of the realm of Irios, the leader of countless Trojan people!"
"I agree to the annexation of the territory into the Empire, I agree to this liberation expedition, and—"
"I refuse!"
"I refuse to leave Troy!"