Record of the Death of Ancient Gods

Ninety thousand years ago, nine ancient gods fell in the Burial Abyss of the Northern Wasteland. The gods said that was the end of glory. The demons said that was the beginning of the feast. The human race said that it was just... A grave that needed to be guarded. Iron Wall City, the most shabby border town in the Northern Wasteland, the guard is a fifty-two-year-old veteran who still cannot learn to flatter, and the general is a loser who has been killing demon cubs for seven years but can't even gather his spiritual energy. Until one evening, the demons used 30,000 lives to wake up a grave. It is not God who crawls out of the grave. It is something that eats God. When the white-clothed messenger of the Gods knelt in the mud and vomited, when the boy from the Witch tribe gnawed on his mother's bones, and when the Demon tribe's general held the enemy's baby and watched the sunrise on the corpse mountain - this scam that had lasted for 90,000 years finally cracked the first crack. God never protects the world. God just... Didn't dare to let the world know that they were also afraid.