God is a Game Designer 108 C107 Innocence Or Death

The sound's of heads falling the ground caused many to panic. It made no difference if people remain calm or tried to free themselves as the scythes pressed firmed against them forced people to stay still until the process finished. Every person was going through many memories of the past life till either they were found guilty, remorseful or innocent.

The sounds of the guilty screaming out the crime before the disgusting sound of flesh getting cut and the heads falling to the floor. Those who showed remorse or innocence became free as the scythes pulled from the necks before vanishing, each person falling to the floor as they looked up in fear. The man who caused this whole issue walking towards them without a doubt in the world.

How could they fight this monster? They had already lost once but were expected to charge across the bridge to face him. This second attempt had already failed in the most basic of way. How could a mortal man face against a god? They had no means to fight or even defend. The church did not also hire any mages to fight against such a beast.

After a few moments the entire event had finished, nearly two-thirds of the soldiers had perished with some crime, the rest looking worried as they had watched thousands getting cut down like wheat as Nathan continued as he walked past the guards who put up no resistance. It was clear they were not going to stop him at this point.

"Any soldier who is not satisfied with the church. I recommend you leave and head to the slums to meet up with my people to lead you to my land. I promise you a future without regret or despair with freedom instead of servitude."

Nathan spoke those words as he passed many corpses as well as men who looked afraid and shocked. Those words were causing some of the men to stand with new found purpose. Most joining the military to escape the spectre of the same army. Almost like an infection as the remaining soldiers threw down arms before fleeing from the bridge into West Senoa to gain the freedom they truly wanted.

The few soldiers that declined that opportunity ran back to the east as they reformed up with the priests to try and discuss the next plan. Many fearing for the outcome as the only escape route was across the bridge that the man continued to cross with a speed similar to a casual stroll.

Two priests were heading forwards with a purpose as they held staffs. Eyes full of pride and will as they commanded on the power of the goddess to stop this man.

"Stop vile heretic. You will stop this futile attempt at usurping the power of the Goddess!"

Both supported by the soldiers who stood behind them after they had fled once before, Nathan stopping before both men as he looked at them with slight disgust and anger.

"I think you should stop. Cutting up a Goddess and feeding the toxic power to the people just because you are lining your own pockets!"

The words cut through the soldiers who slowly lowered the words, even the merchants and free people in the east looked towards the church who seemed to go slightly pale at the accusation from the man.

"Listen not to this man. He knows nothing and is trying to pull us apart. Silence you lying man. You know noth..."

The priest let out a gasp as he felt the scythe against his throat as the dark power crawled across the ground as it touched his body, the others feeling a similar scythe as the soldiers remained free in confusion.

"Call me a lier one more time. I've seen the evidence with my own eyes. You are a corrupt faith which worships money more than anything else."

Nathan is moving forward as he stood taller than any man across from him. His aura was causing those close to him to shudder in fear as his eyes clearly showing his intent.

"In the end, you say you worship Saleh the Goddess of Dusk. You worship gold more and collect it like you worship the Goddess Oana, the Mistress of wealth!"

It spread across the people again, the words infectious as the merchants and others looked back to the priests who had begun to sweat buckets. The worths were ringing true as the soldiers no longer had any will to defend the priests. The one who spoke with Nathan sweating as he felt his voice compelled to talk.

"I want money more than life. I will kill anyone who stands in my way. Screw you all you walking piles of cash!"

His final word was ending his life as the scythe cleaved it from his body, the corpse falling limply to the ground as the hate erupted from the merchants and soldiers as the priests began to flee from the new mob that became riled up in anger.

Nathan pulling his power again as the night-like dark energy flooded the surroundings, spreading rapidly as everyone in the entire Eastern Senoa became touched by this power. Its reach flooding into every building, location and even in the most secret of places. The sounds of people screaming as the flurry of confessions began.

No one was able to escape Nathan's wraith if genuinely guilty.

The Vortex changed due to the massive change in the power structure. The church getting dismantled in but a matter of minutes as the figures, leaders and corrupted members became culled by the power of the All-Father.

Those remaining began to bend over and to prostrate themselves before the man, trying to appease him as they wished to get into any good graces with him. Most of them having suffered themselves at the hands of the church before choosing to join out of fear of getting a similar treatment like the poor folk in the west side.

"If you truly are sorry for your actions. Take what rations and items you own and meet outside with your families. This place is a den of corruption and death. It's best it be buried by the sand then to continue existing."

The few remaining people were nodding as they began to help the others grab items to leave.

Nathan was turning as he walked back across the bridge, his eyes looking to the centre as he knew he had one last thing to do.

"I'm coming to you, Aelina. I will save you."

Chapter end