The people in Garden of Eden were all very busy; everyone had their own things to do and their own life goals.
For example, all the emperors of the Southern Continent shared the same ideal and worked tirelessly towards it: to suppress the Pale God.
For example, the ancient figure Duoxia and his disciples, who lived a thousand years ago, always served their ideal: to kill the Pale God.
For example, Abraham and Elizabeth today share similar ideals: to banish the monarch and restore peace to Garden of Eden.
For example, the shared ideal of everyone on the Northern Continent: to break free from the oppression of Pale God.
Even the emerging Church, the Eternal Life Society, has its own ultimate dream: to suppress the Pale God and awaken Jonah, the God of Death.
If you were to gather all of everyone's dreams together, you would find that they all share one inescapable element: Norton.
One can only imagine how utterly depraved and heartless this Pale God Norton truly is.
However, Norton himself did not think so; on the contrary Norton always felt that he was being bullied by the whole world.
"Your Majesty, our army has already begun a complete rout. Whether it is the nuclear weapons of the Northern Continent or the biological weapons of the Southern Continent, they have had an irresistible destructive effect on the battlefield."
Now, the front-line cities of my Holy Empire are constantly being occupied by the enemy, and even the people in the rear cities are beginning to lose control!
Now, rebels have risen again within the borders of my Holy Empire, and a new wave of resistance has swept across the land.
Many people have already secretly made connections with the Northern Continent, purchased a large number of Holy Lord Church tokens, and even used them to break away from His Majesty's control, creating quite a stir!
Even the orders to charge issued by His Majesty are now being increasingly difficult for the frontline troops to obey...
Abraham stood in front of Norton in fear, quietly reporting the situation outside.
In reality, he was being a bit too tactful.
The front lines were not completely routed, but rather the main force was almost completely defeated. The destruction of cities and transportation hubs by nuclear weapons made it impossible for their rear forces to be assembled and mobilized on a large scale in a short period of time.
This resulted in small groups of reinforcements constantly rushing in to their deaths, much like the Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather, making it increasingly difficult to stop the advance of the Northern Continent.
No sooner had Abraham finished speaking than Norton, who sat atop the silver throne, roared in fury.
"Ugh!!! Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"
Norton ripped off the dragon-head armrest of the sterling silver throne and slammed it onto Abraham's body.
"Boom!!!"
Abraham was thrown backward like a cannonball, smashing through the thick walls of the temple. His chest was riddled with a hole the size of his head, and his body even carved a huge chasm in the ground, stretching for nearly a hundred meters before slowly coming to a stop.
Even so, Abraham did not hesitate or rest at all. He hurriedly crawled out of the ruins, not even daring to brush off the mud and rubble, and ran back to His Majesty at a speed faster than a modern train, kneeling on the ground.
"Everyone is deceiving me, everyone is betraying me. Everything in the Southern Continent is nothing but disloyal and cowardly traitors!"
"I, Norton, came from humble beginnings and suffered greatly. The hardships and fears of the past have left me thin and withered. Yet I have never felt ashamed of it."
On the contrary, even after I ascended to godhood, I never forgot the poor people of the past.
I slaughtered the powerful and wealthy, suppressed all classes, and sent all those with delusions to the stake. I revised and corrected all the old laws of inequality and oppression, and even bestowed upon them my divine bloodline, all so that they too could experience extraordinary power and enjoy endless life. All that I have done, from beginning to end, is solely for the sake of giving these traitors a better life!
But what about them? What did they do?
Betrayal, humiliation, defamation, rebellion... Since my resurrection Norton, this group of traitors has betrayed me time and again!
I saved their lives, yet the slightest bit of personal gain from others can make them lose their conscience again and betray me repeatedly!
Am I, Pale God Norton, so wretched, so easily humiliated?
Norton's eyes were bloodshot, and his mouth was torn.
His once pristine white teeth, along with the torn corners of his mouth that extended to his ears, instantly transformed into sarcastic spikes.
Even these sharp, spiky teeth extended from his mouth all the way to his throat, forming concentric circles that looked grotesque and disgusting, terrifying and ferocious.
"All betrayals must be repaid, and all traitors deserve to be destroyed."
They should be drowned in their own blood to repay the endless grace of my Pale God!
Abraham, dressed in tattered priestly robes, knelt trembling before Norton, looking in terror at the silent yet madly insane His Majesty. He felt as if he were facing a tiger ready to devour him, and that he might be torn to pieces by the crazed His Majesty at any moment.
But what he feared even more was His Majesty's complete explosion, his descent into madness, and his frenzied destruction of the entire Garden of Eden.
Because things are different now than they used to be, even Abraham couldn't fathom His Majesty's true intentions.
As the saying goes, the higher you stand, the farther you can see.
The entire Southern Continent naively believed that humanity's current weapons could subdue His Majesty, but only Abraham knew one or two tenths of His Majesty's strength.
Take Abraham as an example; he could have easily destroyed an entire aircraft carrier battle group with his own formidable physical strength.
Even though his flesh and blood could hardly withstand the powerful artillery shells of today, he was virtually indestructible. Moreover, even the steel armor of tanks or aircraft carrier fleets could be easily destroyed by him.
Only a nuclear bomb could truly obliterate Abraham.
This is also why Abraham guessed that His Majesty was pretending to be afraid, but in reality, he might be feigning fear in order to devour a large number of souls (Chapter 276, Abraham inferred from Norton's fear of the War Machine that Norton might be feigning fear in order to devour souls).
However, he has since offered a different perspective on his previous speculations.
Considering that His Majesty is an external spirit, his fear of the War Machine may not be feigned; he may genuinely be afraid.
He was not afraid of the force of the War Machine, but of the soul that the War Machine carried that would destroy the unique nature of his soul.
Abraham had been pondering this for some time now, and had already formed his own set of conjectures.
If his guess is correct, what Your Majesty has been afraid of from beginning to end is only the uniqueness of the soul, and this reason is indeed the most perfect explanation for Your Majesty's mental abnormality.
Therefore, even today, Your Majesty dares not descend upon the actual front lines.
But with Jonah's resurgence imminent and the front lines constantly crumbling, His Majesty was driven to desperation.
That's why Your Majesty has become increasingly tyrannical and insane!
All his efforts were going in the opposite direction of what he expected, and this would undoubtedly push His Majesty to the brink of madness!
It matches up! It matches up again!
The changing reality and His Majesty's fluctuating emotions, my own speculations and the corroboration of the facts.
Abraham sighed inwardly. Now, through observing His Majesty's mental fluctuations over the years and comparing them with reality, everything finally had the most reasonable and truthful explanation.
But this was the first time he didn't want his thoughts to become mere speculation.
Because whatever the outcome of this speculation might be, it caused him immense distress.
Either Your Majesty will go completely mad under this immense pressure, or Your Majesty will face Jonah in a final showdown.
The former, that Abraham and all things in the Garden of Eden would be like rootless duckweed, tossed about by the wrath of His Majesty, and could be annihilated at any moment.
Whether His Majesty or Jonah wins the final victory, it will not bring new life to Garden of Eden, and even Abraham will become a victim of it.
Upon careful consideration, Abraham felt that he was much larger than His Majesty.
It wasn't just the pressure from His Majesty, but also the question of his own survival and the bleak future of that Garden of Eden.
Thinking of this, Abraham felt even more fearful and anxious.
But the report wasn't over yet, so he had to suppress his fear and continue reporting on what even he now dreaded.
Abraham looked up nervously at Norton's gloomy and deranged face, and cautiously opened his mouth again:
"Your Majesty, for some unknown reason, a completely new ability has suddenly appeared in the Northern Continent."
The corpses of the soldiers who died in battle have now all come back to life, transforming into terrifying weapons devoid of thought, driven only by the desire to attack. They charge the battle lines with their flesh and blood, utterly destroying the will to fight of our troops.
They could even pull out a hazy mist from the corpses, which they called souls. These monstrous things gathered together, blotting out the sky and almost annihilating the sun. Those shrouded in them became indistinguishable from friend to foe, their minds went mad, and they began to kill each other.
Abraham stared intently at Norton, who sat on the throne, his scarlet eyes flashing with tyranny, fear, madness, and struggle. A chill ran through Abraham's heart.
However, his words seemed to have completely ripped open Norton's fears hidden deep in his soul.
"What did you say? The corpses of those killed on the front lines are coming back to life? And there are gray, misty souls appearing?"
Norton, who sat atop the pure silver throne, suddenly stood up. His once clear, ruby-like eyes were now a deep reddish-brown.
This reddish-brown color further highlights the madness and boundless killing intent in his heart, and the pressure gathered around him is so intense that it feels as if he wants to crush all living beings.
"No, this is impossible! Jonah cannot be resurrected, and his soul cannot manifest!"
Norton stood trembling before his throne, his pale body trembling. The fear and savagery in his scarlet eyes and on his perfect face were almost tangible. He was so frantic that he kept shouting, "No! This is fake! This is absolutely fake!"
Even as a god, I can hardly see the soul. How can the soul now appear so openly beneath death?
"This is impossible! This must be Jonah's scheme to throw me into disarray!"
Norton roared, and his words, which once carried a powerful life Pressure, were no longer sacred. Instead, they were filled with the mad ravings of an ancient deity, capable of distorting one's thoughts and spirit.
His face was chaotic as he roared, sometimes ferocious, sometimes arrogant, sometimes manic, and sometimes fearful. After roaring, he muttered to himself as if comforting himself, expressing his false inner strength.
"I will never fade! I have ascended to godhood!"
Garden of Eden could not corrupt me, Jonah could not corrupt me, the concept of the soul is utterly meaningless, and even Kuba was deceiving me in the past!
Even gods cannot see souls, so how could Kuba see the uniqueness of my soul at a glance!
No, no, no, I have already ascended to godhood, I am immortal!
Only I can defile Garden of Eden; Garden of Eden cannot defile me!
Norton seemed to have truly calmed himself down; his madness vanished instantly, leaving only his heavy breathing and his increasingly bloodshot and crazed eyes.
However, in no time at all, without any persuasion from others, his self-deception and self-comfort crumbled.
No!!! I can't escape!
Even if Jonah cannot take me, but with his resurrection from the sun, and the separation of Heaven and Garden of Eden vanishing, the Most High God can destroy my immortality, Norton!
Norton roared angrily, and the bone wings on the back of his pale body unfurled, as if he wanted to spread his wings and escape to other continents.
But as soon as its wings unfolded, its trembling, pure white body stood there again, the madness in its eyes once more overwhelming its fear.
"I cannot escape. Garden of Eden is merely a vessel of God, and I, Norton, am but the body that God contains!"
I am but a vermin that He can crush at will; no matter where I flee, I cannot escape the reality of God's creation!
Norton was going crazy. One moment he wanted to escape, the next he rejected the idea. His face kept flashing with expressions like a madman.
However, his rationality remained intact. After considering all the factors in his mind, he finally realized that he had no other way to deal with his tragic fate except to face it!
"Huff... huff... huff..."
Heavy breathing filled the hall, and Norton's crimson eyes flickered incessantly.
He seemed to be on the verge of collapse.
finally!
Norton exhaled a long breath of hot steam, seemingly letting his guard down completely. His body was slightly weak, yet he walked resolutely back to his broken silver throne and slowly sat down.
His bloodshot eyes stared directly at Abraham, bringing him a terrifying pressure.
A voice carrying boundless madness and despair rang in Abraham's ears.
" Abraham, Elizabeth, flee for your lives!"
I have been living in fear for a century, and now, I am finally beginning to understand.
What I deeply fear still exists. No matter where I flee, I will eventually face the final judgment.
I have been terrified for a hundred years, and I have suffered terribly from fear.
This death hanging high in the sky is nothing more than the final judgment of Norton, the vanguard.
Since I cannot escape this shackled fate, I shall, with the supreme glory of Pale God, face this murderous blade!
As Norton finished speaking these final, humane words to Abraham and Elizabeth, who had been largely ignored, his previously limp body, which had been sitting on the sterling silver throne, straightened up once more.
His full head of silver hair was spread out all around, more than three meters long, flowing down the throne and around it like a pure silver waterfall.
Its pale, slender body stands tall like a pine tree, highlighting the strangeness and perfection of its elongated physique.
Her lips, which had split open to the corners of her mouth, had healed, and her face, so perfect that it was difficult to tell if it was her gender, was filled with endless holiness and nobility.
The Pale God Norton, since the day of His resurrection, has once again manifested His holy and majestic image, sitting like a true deity on His high altar!
A magnificent and powerful voice, filled with the Pressure life and boundless holiness, emanated from Norton's mouth, like the most beautiful music, and instantly spread throughout the entire Southern Continent.
Whether in the midst of a raging war or working in a buzzing factory, all sounds were completely drowned out by this sound imbued with the power of life, clearly reaching everyone's ears.
"All who honor my Pale God may gather at the Pale Holy See and witness with me the destruction of Garden of Eden."
Since all the beings in this Garden of Eden have betrayed me, I am determined to slaughter all life!
I am the Pale God, and therefore I shall possess the dignity of God!
I will sit upon this pure silver throne and await the cowardly conquest of these traitors!
I will destroy the entire Garden of Eden and forge the glory of my Pale God!
The words of boundless magnificence spread throughout the entire Southern Continent.
Perhaps future generations who see this history will think it's fucking cool, fucking awesome!
But only people of this era truly know what they felt when they heard those words.
The final boss is now seated on the boss throne.