The Gods Can't Move the Divine Sword (Western Fantasy)

Updated at 10:30 p. M. If there is no update at 10:30, it will be 11:30. Gods attacked by humans What were the gods of old times like? "Probably... Love the world?" Fita answered vaguely. "So this is why so many people want to call you Father?" Ilmushin took away the candy in Fita's mouth. "No, that's just because they felt a strong father's love from me." Fita clasped her hands on her chest, looking compassionate. "?" "So, call me daddy." Fita said seriously. Then he was hit on the head with an oversized staff. Ilmushin stuffed the candy back into Fita's mouth: "But I promise, a god will never use magic to help digestion just because he wants to eat delicious food, nor will he be crushed to the ground by his own divine sword during a fight, nor will he be buried in the soil and almost suffocate to death." Fita was dissatisfied: "Dug me out of the ground, you will definitely use up all the luck in your life." "Strictly speaking, I didn't dig it. I was just a poor magician who almost had his finger bitten off by a heartless guy when I was trying to help you treat him." Ilmushin corrected Fita. "But I am omniscient and omnipotent." Fita emphasized. "Yes, there are all kinds of magic, but there is no omniscient and omnipotent god who can cast the simplest household magic." Ilmusin gave an example. "All the new gods recognize my equal status." Fita explained solemnly. "That's right, after overturning more than a dozen temples." Ilmusin tried to help Fita remember. "My blood is noble!" Fita tried to prove herself again. "That's right, apart from that one, there is only one who is taller than you... Wait, the gods are still talking about this?" Ilmusin stopped talking. Fita suddenly realized: "Oh, this is the theory on the human side..." "Yes." Ilmusin nodded. "Change another one." Fita waved her hand carelessly. The red-haired old-time god held his chin and looked at the human magician beside him with a smile, whose eyes seemed to fit into the sea: "But I love humans deeply." "Especially the most special one among humans." The amber candy held only by a stick was dangled in front of the magician's eyes with his white fingers. Ilmusin held Fita's wrist, put the other hand on his chest, and saluted the ancient god: "Then, is this god ready to live in the age of humans?" "Of course, I've been preparing for a long time." Fita leaned closer with the strength of Ilmusin's hold on his wrist, "That's a long, long story." It is not a bl world with all members, and there are many private facilities. . . Purpose: Live well in a strange place