Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste-Chapter 658 - 618: Raising the Unyielding Sword to the War God_2

As a noble, I could squeeze the last drop of profit from them, but when they are threatened and violated, I will do everything I can to protect my people, because this is the obligation of a noble!

I learned from the God of Wisdom that the earliest gods were worshipped and believed in because they protected humans; your original purpose for existing was to shield humanity from the threats of ancient beasts and other dangers to human survival.

But when you gods raised your thrones to the heavens, you began to regard the people you should have protected as livestock, wantonly slaughtering and oppressing them!

The most foolish nobles still know to leave the serfs enough food for winter! You're not even as good as nobles! What's more, I've never admitted that I am a noble!"

"Such arguments are indeed irrefutable! However, indeed, you are not a noble. Even though you have lived a noble life, your essence is still that of a soul from another world." The War God seemed to see through Perfikot, directly revealing her essence.

Yet Perfikot didn't feel anything about having her secret exposed; she just said indifferently, "Yes, I am indeed a Transmigrator, and if you can understand what this identity represents, you will know that I was born to overthrow all oppression and injustice!

In the past, I might have lacked the power, but now that I have this power, all exploitation and oppression are my enemies!

Be it nobles or the Divine, you are nothing but remnants that should be swept into the dustbin of history, so why bother to come back from the dead?"

Perfikot's words hit the core, and while saying this, she stared directly at the Divine in front of her, feeling no fear.

The War God was even more satisfied by this. He clapped his hands and laughed, saying: "Well said! You indeed should sweep us remnants into the garbage heap, but what about yourself? Aren't you also a noble who oppresses and exploits ordinary people? Your hands are stained with blood too; you don't think you're special and can ignore that, do you?"

"Of course not, I am well aware of my identity, and I know I am a noble, an oppressor that should be overthrown, so I have already prepared my own end and funeral! If it weren't for you wanting to destroy the world, perhaps by now I would have completed my plan and ignited the fire that burns all oppression and injustice in this world!" Perfikot candidly admitted that she should also be overthrown and even openly stated that she had long prepared her own end.

For this, she even intentionally left many flaws and assistance to give the New Continent's governance a chance to flourish.

"Do you want to be a martyr? It seems those ideals are even more mesmerizing and unhesitating than the faith in the gods!" The War God sighed, but then said, "But it is precisely because of your will that you could gain my favor. Your will is like a sharp sword, enough to cut through all the shackles that hinder you, even if those shackles are yourself."

"Because in my world, countless pioneers have long practiced all this with their blood and lives, so what harm does it do to add one more me? To march alongside the martyrs is the highest honor, even if everything I've done is still far from being able to stand shoulder to shoulder with them." Perfikot shrugged, looking relaxed and unhurried.

The War God couldn't help but admire Perfikot even more, but he said nothing more, only suddenly reaching into the collapsed ruins nearby and pulling out something, which he then threw in front of Perfikot.

It was a longsword that looked very plain but carried an extraordinary aura of nobility and distinction.

It had no sheath, and even its blade was covered in scars, as if it had been through countless battles.

Looking at this sword, Perfikot seemed to see the figure of a king who, despite numerous hardships and dangers, still forged ahead steadfastly.

"This sword is yours; you are worthy of it." The War God had no thought of 'arming the enemy' in doing this; he even laughed heartily while introducing the ancient sword: "It once belonged to a leader of your humankind in the mythological era, one who wielded this sword to slay ancient beasts, fight natural disasters, lead humanity to overthrow the rule of the divine church, and even raised this sword to the sky to rebel against the gods.

It is a symbol of resistance and unyielding spirit, a king's sword. You have the right to possess it and the right to raise it again! I only hope you can stick to your beliefs and one day, with your own strength, stand before me and raise this sword to me."

"So why? Even if you are the War God, you should be one of the gods, right? Shouldn't I be your greatest enemy?" Perfikot drew the sword and directly pointed it at the War God, questioning him.

"Because I am the War God, and I crave battle!" The War God's answer was very much in the vein of a War God, and he even stood up for it.

His gigantic form, as tall as a mountain, directly blocked out the sky, making Perfikot have to fully lift her head to see where the War God's head was.

But the War God's voice clearly reached Perfikot's ears: "I once fought against the previous owner of this sword; it was the most exhilarating battle of my life, but unfortunately, he did not fight with me to the last, as he died in a cowardly ambush!

I've longed to experience such a battle again, but no one has since had the pure unyielding will to raise the sword of resistance to me!

You are the only one in many years! I once thought humans would no longer produce someone who could bring me joy, but your appearance changed my view of humanity!

Perhaps at first, I indeed wanted just another clever champion, but you have convinced me with your will; you are qualified to be my opponent, you are qualified to raise that sword!"

"Is that so? Then watch closely! Wait for the day I use this sword to cut off your head!" Perfikot said loudly, then turned around and returned to reality.

The female champion still stood before Perfikot, as if her long conversation with the War God had only lasted a moment.

Seeing the sword suddenly appear in Perfikot's hand, the War God's female champion was taken aback and then said incredulously, "That's impossible! You actually returned unscathed from the War God's divine realm and obtained that sword! That's impossible! No one has the right to raise that sword of rebellion!"

"The Sword of Rebellion? That is indeed an apt name; a sword that rebels against the gods, how is it not a sword of rebellion?" Perfikot was very satisfied with this name and then pointed the sword of rebellion at the female champion: "No one has the right to raise this sword? Indeed, someone like you, who submits to the gods, has no right to raise such a sword symbolizing human resistance and defiance!

Only those with an unyielding will, who dare to say no even in the face of the gods, have the right to raise it! In other words, any human brave enough to say no to the gods has the right to raise it, but you kneeling fellows do not have this right!"

The female champion was left speechless by Perfikot's rebuttal.

In her era, the story of this sword was widely circulated, with legends saying that whoever wielded this sword would gain power rivaling the gods, prompting countless so-called heroes and warriors to embark on quests for the sword.

She too once wanted to wield this sword.

But the first time she saw this sword, embedded beside the divine throne in the War God's realm, she failed to notice this seemingly insignificant sword, instead kneeling before the majestic War God, forever losing the right to raise this sword.