Hero of Darkness

Chapter 875 Dark History

Kravel shared a dark chapter of history, one that few living beings could fathom, let alone remember. Only the Gods and Deities were aware of this dark chapter in the history of their world.

”Nearly 98% of all life in the world was almost wiped out.” Kravel spoke gravely.

”And you, out of all the deities, were the one who nearly eradicated all life on the planet.

You were responsible for the extinction of the three Primordial species, including many Elder Dragons and Archangels that emerged a few hundred thousand years after their demise.

These creatures were as strong as Demi-Gods at their peak, yet they fell to your weapon.”

Kravel surveyed the mountainous corpses that lay around them, a somber reminder of the once-powerful beings who inhabited this realm.

”Only a handful of Godbeasts and their descendant species survived because you deemed them too weak to kill.” Kravel continued, his voice tinged with bitterness.

”All of this was because you couldnʼt control your urge to kill.”

Kravelʼs words conveyed the enormity of the loss of life and the pivotal turn in history that occurred. The silence that followed was heavy, as if the very air were mourning the fallen.

Throughout history, many people and civilizations of their respective times believed that the reign of ancient races, such as the First Walkers and other primordial civilizations, came to an end and faded into the annals of time. Some even postulated that a meteorite fell millions of years ago and wiped out all the powerful monsters and titanic beings.

eαglesn?νel However, as Kravel revealed… it was Mors, the Deity of Slaughter, who brought about the end of the era of Primordial beings and decimated the great numbers of Elder Dragons and Archangels.

Morsʼ actions were so devastating that even the current number of Elder Dragons, Archangels, and Godbeasts could be counted on one hand.

It was hard to imagine just how powerful Mors was back then, and the incalculable number of deaths he caused across Vantrea in his pursuit of annihilating the strongest beings.

The extent of Morsʼ power was almost unfathomable. In fact, Mors achieved this feat even before becoming a Demi-God.

The world itself had to make him a Demi-God so that it could throw him out after he was forced to become a Deity.

The sheer scale of destruction caused by Mors was beyond anything that Kravel, the War Deity, had ever accomplished. Despite being the all-feared and a World Conqueror during his era, Kravel could not match the bloodshed caused by the Deity of Slaughter.

But Mors seemed to read his thoughts and replied…

”Hey, stop judging. Not everything in life needs to have a reason or sense behind actions.

Besides… My onslaught is the very reason why many new species came into existence and even weaker species like Humans and Demi-Humans could survive and cultivate themselves for millions of years.”

Mors went on to say, ”You were born as a human yourself. Do you think your entire human species even had a chance of survival if the old civilizations and monster species existed?

The current world is thriving because of my thirst for killing. Otherwise, you wouldnʼt be standing here either.”

Kravel was stunned by Morsʼ words.

He couldnʼt deny that Morsʼ actions had, in a strange way, allowed for the evolution of new species and the survival of weaker ones. However, the price of so many lives lost was too high to justify.

”Donʼt be so naive. The strong will always prey on the weak, and the world will always be a brutal place. I merely expedited the process. If not me, then someone else wouldʼve done it anyway.” added Mors after sensing Kravelʼs hesitant expression.

”I have lived long enough to grow bored of killing long before I became a Deity.” the Deity of Slaughter stated, shifting the discussion to a different topic.

A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes as he continued…

”Something interesting has happened recently.”

He paused for effect before revealing, ”My Apostle has taken the new Hero of Darkness as his disciple. Hehe. And look what I found...” He let out a snicker, relishing in the intrigue.

”You made him your Apostle without him even knowing it when you sent him to Vantrea, you sneaky bastard.” he laughed playfully, teasing Kravel.

The War Deity, confronted with this revelation, didnʼt even attempt to refute it.

He acknowledged the truth in Morsʼ words, understanding the cunning scheme that had unfolded.

”The new Hero believed he manipulated me by provoking my loyalty to the God of Darkness.” Kravel spoke in front of Mors, the only deity unaffiliated with any God.

”He thought that by challenging me and my allegiance, I would grant him my blessing through impulsive decisions made to prove myself to him and my liege.”

”What a foolish child. Did he truly believe he could deceive Deities and Gods so easily?” said Kravel and his voice held a hint of pity.

”Ah, these idiots summoned from other worlds... They always think they are the cleverest.

Even now, none of them knows the truth behind this entire war against the Demon God.” responded Mors, disappointed.

The revelation brought a sense of disillusionment. The heroes, brought from other realms, were oblivious to the intricate machinations of the Deities and the hidden agendas of the Gods behind the conflicts they found themselves embroiled in.

”It was only the 8th Hero of Darkness who found out about it, and thatʼs precisely why he slaughtered all the other heroes three centuries ago.” the deity of slaughter remarked, his voice laced with a hint of joy.

”Although, I must admit, it made things more interesting for me. If Romulus had not already become my Apostle and if he himself were not a hero of the God of Darkness, I might have considered that man as a potential alternative.” he spoke openly.

Kravel, now facing the deityʼs imposing figure, was curious.

”Your Apostle had also trained the 8th Hero to some extent. But why the sudden interest in these matters after 320 years?” he inquired.

Mors smirked in response.

”I have no interest in your Apostle, nor do I care about my own taking him as his disciple.

Instead, Iʼm more intrigued by that individual over there.” he spoke, gesturing towards the blood-screen on which he had recently watched a battle, zooming in on a particular figure.

A fiery-haired man dressed in black and red armor with yellow highlights held a giantsword that emitted a blood-red aura as he single-handedly massacred thousands of soldiers.

The battlefield was a gruesome sight, with mangled and melted bodies and burnt flesh littering the ground while black smoke filled the sky.

The battle seemed to be between noble lords and their armies, and some of the people he killed were even saints, just as strong as him.

As the redhead continued to mercilessly slaughter his opponents, who were desperately fleeing for their lives, Mors couldnʼt help but express his admiration for the manʼs bloodline, abilities, attitude, and ruthless tactics.

”I like his style and potential.” Mors said, openly revealing his fascination.

Kravel too was taken aback by the individualʼs display of power and began to examine him closely.

”Even with such a limited amount of that bloodline... his abilities and skills have the potential.

And if guided to follow the Law of Slaughter…” Kravel spoke, acknowledging the personʼs immense potential with a hint of bewilderment.

”He can be as strong as the Demon Emperor!”