The divine throne hangs high, above the nine heavens, looking down at all living beings like ants. They use their divine power to weave a sky net, and use oracles to determine life and death. Mortals have been slaves for generations, their blood is a sacrifice, and their souls are a salary, supporting the eternal divine power. The temple is magnificent and magnificent, all made of bones; the divine light shines on the earth, filled with radiance soaked in blood and tears.
However, after being enslaved for thousands of years, a roar finally breaks through the sky. Mortals no longer kneel down, no longer offer sacrifices, no longer pave the god's steps to the sky with flesh and blood. They picked up the broken blades from the dust, ignited the anger from the ruins, and ignited the beacon of resistance with their unyielding will.
Some people hold broken swords and split the statues of gods; some burn their essence and blood to burn out the oracles; some even stand on top of the abyss, looking up to the sky and shouting: "If the gods are not benevolent, then they can be slaughtered!"
Since then, the road to slaying gods has begun - with one strike, you will sever the power of the gods, break the sky net, fight for the chance of survival of mortals, and seize the position of co-lord of heaven and earth. The divine blood falls like a downpour of red rain, dyeing the mountains and rivers red, and awakening the sleeping dignity.
Killing a god is not to become a god, but to tell the sky: the aspirations of human beings cannot be enslaved; the souls of mortals would rather die than kneel.
