Chapter 3, Chekhov's Explanation

"We, we have found Grant!" shouted a senior knight, bursting in. He was covered in blood, his armor shattered into pieces, barely hanging on his body, with one hand wrapped in bandages, looking utterly disheveled

The man stopped in his tracks. "If you are willing to enter the Afro-Asian wilderness, I have no objections." He paused for a moment, not turning back, "However, it is indeed Grant who committed the murder. If you are not afraid of death..." He let out a cold laugh, leaving the crowd behind and striding away on his own.

"What!" exclaimed the Ticulia Knight, jumping up. The Red Lion paid no attention; he was well aware of Karichi's uncontrollable mouth and the brain that was never put to use, so there was nothing to be surprised about.

Even if Grant possesses divine might, after all, he is a god... I do not believe that any power can harm an immortal god, even if it is divine might

At that moment, a faint cracking sound emanated from the air, as if something were burning. Then, a small point of light appeared in the middle of the hall, rapidly expanding until it transformed into a bright portal. Once the portal opened, a figure swiftly stepped out, appearing before everyone.

A strange occurrence took place. The skull was almost touching the cheek of the figure in black, its mouth opening and closing as if ready to bite him. However, suddenly a transparent barrier appeared in front of the figure, rippling with patterns reminiscent of water waves. The skull was blocked by this barrier, desperately crashing against it; each impact stirred up stronger waves that spread outward. This stalemate lasted only a moment, as the figure in black slowly raised his head, fixating on the skull that embodied death. Everyone could hear a faint, inaudible murmur. The skull was blocked by this barrier, desperately crashing against it; each impact stirred up stronger waves that spread outward. This stalemate lasted only a moment, as the figure in black slowly raised his head, fixating on the skull that embodied death. Everyone could hear a faint, inaudible murmur.

What should we do? he said

But why would the Supreme God Melania want to kill her own servant?" the inquisitive high priest quietly remarked from the corner.

Indeed, in recent days, those who have been summoned by the divine have been preoccupied with a singular concern: the divine might. Divine might is a force that is difficult to explain, surpassing the swords of knights, the spells of wizards, and transcending any realm that nature can elucidate. In the presence of divine might, all things deemed impossible will occur, and the most incredible phenomena will manifest. It may take the form of an object or represent latent abilities within the human spirit. Divine might always appears in various forms and shapes, and it may even lack any discernible shape at all. People only know that the power of divine might is terrifying, which engenders an inexplicable awe. It is this very awe that leads them to the illusion that Knight Grant must possess some type of divine might to commit acts such as the murder of a deity; for an ordinary person, such thoughts would be mere dreams. Although the Red Lion boasts boldly before the Supreme God Melania, he too harbors a deep fear of divine might. This is a natural human response; everyone fears the mysterious forces they do not understand. Thus, no one reproaches him for his timidity; all present share this fear, though they choose not to voice it.

After a moment of silence, Karich said: "Let's do as he said"

"Or kill him," the Ticulia knight coldly added

"We do not need to ascertain how Grant killed the god; we only need to capture him," said the High Priest Omar, who had remained silent until now. Karichi Weirger was known for his straightforward temper, coarse personality, and unfiltered speech. Some called it courage, while others deemed it foolishness. Equally famous as his big mouth was his plump belly, which made him look less like a high priest and librarian, and more like a butcher, leading people to secretly refer to him as the Butcher Priest. Karichi was known for his straightforward temper, coarse personality, and unfiltered speech. Some called it courage, while others deemed it foolishness. Equally famous as his big mouth was his plump belly, which made him look less like a high priest and librarian, and more like a butcher, leading people to secretly refer to him as the Butcher Priest.

Kaliqi grinned with a fierce and ugly expression. "It is only right to make some sacrifices for the gods, but the gods did not choose you, nor did they choose me; they merely singled out Grant, and that is his misfortune"

Once again, there was a commotion

I would rather hope that Grant could take care of this arrogant fellow the Northern Knight said through gritted teeth as he regained his composure

The red lion nodded

"Who I am is not important," that person said, "I am under the command of the Lord God to investigate the murder case"

No, not at all," said Karich, "and generally, a god cannot kill another god; only a god higher than a god, that is, our Lord God, Lady Melania.

Kaliqi smiled and pointed upwards. The Red Lion frowned, realizing that Kaliqi's joke had gone too far.

The portal has disappeared. That person brushed off the dust from their clothes, glanced around for a moment, and revealed a peculiar expression

I fear it is impossible..." The red lion smiled wryly, "We have all witnessed the divine power he displayed...

"Not bad, I went to Iceland." Chekhov withdrew his gaze and said, "It was quite a difficult journey... then I went to other places, non-stop, and in the end, I relied on the help of the god Lancelot to open a portal and send me back"

"We will soon surround the African-Asian-Latin American wilderness, imposing a strict blockade, allowing nothing alive to escape," he said, turning to leave

This is consistent with our investigation. Another high priest from the north remarked, "We have inquired about all the divine powers, and there have been no signs of loss or theft; the owners of the divine powers are all safe."

What price must be paid? The man snorted, "What gives you such confidence to dare to challenge me?" He slightly raised his head and glanced at the sword of the northern knight. "Is it solely based on this sword? Oh, I see, this is the divine power bestowed upon you, a magic sword imbued with the force of death. How pitiful, thinking that with a mere shepherd's staff, you can contend with a lion.

"Why has the healer only just arrived?" said the Red Lion. "Hurry up and treat that poor fellow; I suspect he is about to breathe his last."

Just in time to eliminate a few bandits

In the name of God!" the Northern Knight shouted. A thunderclap exploded in the air, deafening. The magic sword transformed into a sphere of purple light, charging towards the man in black. Upon reaching the stranger, the purple mist suddenly dispersed, revealing a gigantic white skull, its menacing teeth bared, and its hollow eye sockets grinning wickedly, as if it intended to swallow the man in black whole.

What have you done! the red lion roared

The face of the northern knight twitched, and his hand pressed against the hilt of his sword

Where is it?" the Red Lion asked anxiously

The terrain there is also very complex

If Grant did not possess divine power, then what method did he use to kill the gods? The voice of the high priest was very soft, but immediately the red lion was taken aback and sat down again

Despite prior warnings, the secret conversations between the deity and humanity quietly spread, perfectly corroborating the old saying: "There are no walls that do not let the wind through." Perhaps this error cannot solely be blamed on the honest and silent walls; it should also be attributed to the soft and tempting pillows. Maybe one knight, while sleeping at night, unconsciously uttered some words in his dreams, which were overheard by the beautiful lady beside him. This lady was not one to keep secrets, and on another night, she revealed this secret to her lover. The lover, perhaps while seeking pleasure in the company of charming companions, boasted about it to the alluring beauty in his embrace. Then... In any case, amidst this chaotic situation, it seems that almost every ear heard this secret, and every mouth leaked it. Strangely, people were still reluctant to discuss this incredible event in public. Everyone believed that only they knew, unaware that others shared the same understanding of the entire process and details.

"Let him go after Grant," said the Ticulia Knight

Thank God, I have finally found it. The red lion looked up to the sky, his face showing joy

I know," the knight nodded, regaining his usual arrogance, "we have quite a few people as well

"Then, can we conclude that Grant does not possess divine might?" asked the Ticulia knight. The people around silently nodded in agreement.

"Have you seen the divine Lancelot?" the red lion asked, increasingly perplexed. "What exactly is going on here?"

Is there anyone else who would like to try?" the man in black said quietly. Everyone was well aware of the formidable power of the Northern Knights, yet it was easily neutralized by this mysterious figure. Although all present were leaders of major guilds, for a moment, no one spoke up.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Chekhov slowly nodded his head

Enough! The red lion slammed the table, instantly causing that faint sound to retreat in fear

At last, the fury of the Northern Knight erupted as he swiftly drew his longsword. Everyone felt a sudden brightness before their eyes, as a strong and enchanting purple aura emanated from the sword, accompanied by gusts of chilling wind. Instantly, a wave of cold swept over them, and all present, fearing the power of the demonic sword, involuntarily took a step back. The high priests huddled behind the knight, hoping that his armor could shield them from the penetrating chill. The Northern Knight held the sword upright before him, the purple aura reflecting on his face, rendering him ominous and terrifying. He chanted incantations under his breath, and the alluring energy radiating from the sword grew ever stronger, causing the knight's hair to whip about wildly, with a murderous intent evident in his brow and eyes.

However, the annoying high priest spoke up again. "If that is the case, Grant is innocent. Should we still... punish him?"

The man did not speak; he simply walked up to the knight who had collapsed on the ground and looked down at him. Suddenly, the knight let out a terrifying scream, convulsed for a moment, and died. This turn of events stunned everyone, and the sound of chairs scraping against the floor filled the air as everyone stood up, staring in shock at the strange healer.

Boom! The skull suddenly exploded, generating a powerful shockwave, and dazzling purple light filled the entire hall. The ground trembled violently, causing everyone to struggle to maintain their balance, while debris from the ceiling rained down, creating an astonishing spectacle, as if the entire structure were about to collapse. Amidst the light, a long sword spun in the air, soaring high and tracing a brilliant arc, accompanied by a sharp whistle, it passed over the heads of the crowd, and with a final clang, it plunged deeply into the hard marble floor.

I believe I have come to know the truth of the matter. Karich leaned in closer, resting his hands on the table, his neck stretching forward; if it weren't for his large belly pressing against the edge of the table, his head would have nearly reached the center of the table.

It makes sense... We only need to capture Grant; everything else is not our concern.

The crowd once again gathered around the table; although the air was thick with the scent of blood, everyone’s expressions seemed to convey a sense of relief.

"I don't think so." The Northern Knight pondered for a moment and said, "Divine power is not subject to human will, nor is it a force that can be controlled by people... Just like the esteemed Red Lion Knight," he glanced at the Red Lion, "we all know he was granted divine power by God. God infused him with an anti-magic field, which allows our esteemed Red Lion Knight to resist any magical damage... However, when he caught a slight cold, not a single healer could cure his ailment, because any healing magic would be mercilessly reflected back. God infused him with an anti-magic field, which allows our esteemed Red Lion Knight to resist any magical damage... However, when he caught a slight cold, not a single healer could cure his ailment, because any healing magic would be mercilessly reflected back..."

"So keep your distance from me, lest we both be struck by that lightning," Karich mocked. "Rest assured, even if the deity Melania were here, I would still say this. It is a conspiracy, a petty trick, and we have all been bewildered by the deity. Humans can have conspiracies; why can't the gods? I suspect that the deity Melania is clearly dissatisfied with that god but cannot find a suitable reason to punish him, so she simply killed him and shifted the blame onto someone else. Our poor Grant is merely unfortunate; perhaps his mind was manipulated, so he has no idea what he is doing, and he might even believe himself to be the murderer... I suspect that the deity Melania is clearly dissatisfied with that god but cannot find a suitable reason to punish him, so she simply killed him and shifted the blame onto someone else. Our poor Grant is merely unfortunate; perhaps his mind was manipulated, so he has no idea what he is doing, and he might even believe himself to be the murderer..."

Strangely enough, no one refuted Karichi's words. Perhaps in everyone's hearts, there was a vague notion of this, after all, killing a god is an exceedingly impossible task, unless one possesses abilities stronger than those of a god

Damn it, speaking such words will get struck by lightning!" cursed the Icelandic knight

"Could there be such a situation?" said the Icelandic knight, "Grant did not use divine power?"

"He should die," said the mysterious figure, his voice clear yet cold as if devoid of life. "A knight should defend his dignity with his life, yet he did not. While other knights fought valiantly alongside Grant, he fled, only to fall off the cliff and end up in this disgraceful state. For him, death would be a more dignified choice."

"Yes, one could say that, essentially, the answer is already known," Chekhov said. "I can now confidently tell everyone that God can indeed be killed by man"

It is a long story... Chekhov appeared to have gained quite a bit, as he smiled and said, "The purpose of my outing this time was to clarify a riddle that has puzzled me: how exactly was the deity Ulan murdered"

There is no need to let our subordinates take risks while we remain here," he continued, "surround the entire Afro-Asian wilderness and then capture him.

In the wastelands of Asia, Africa, and Latin America, the knight said, finally unable to hold on, fell to the ground

Now, the matter that we all have been concerned about has passed," said the Red Lion, slowly looking at everyone and exchanging glances, "It was merely a sword wound, caused by the most ordinary knight's longsword.

However, we clearly know... Is it not the honor and the code of the knight...

Very well. The knight of Tiquilia also nodded, left the stretcher, and took out a clean handkerchief to wipe the blood from his palm

This question has been lingering in everyone's mind, but no one has voiced it.

Emerging from the portal was Qie Fu Koran. He looked around with curiosity, as everything seemed to have just experienced a violent earthquake

Qie Fu's words caused a stir, comparable to the impact of a mysterious figure displaying their power. Immediately, everyone began to chatter excitedly, and countless questions surged toward Qie Fu like a flood, leaving him momentarily at a loss for how to respond. Once everyone quieted down, Qie and Tu Shu Fu began to speak:

Kaliqi deliberately looked at everyone with an air of mystery before slowly saying, "I believe that Grant did not kill God"

So who killed God

"Is this your subordinate?" the person said with a cold smile, "Did I make you feel pain when I kicked your dog?"

The people around were silently curious, unsure of what would come out of this mouth

"Oh, gods!" Karich whispered, "There is no power that can kill a god, just as this high priest has said, there is none. However, we have overlooked one point: there is no such power among mortals, but our precious gods possess this power."

This is not a problem

"You must be mad," said the Red Lion coldly. "This is the most ridiculous conclusion I have ever heard"

Moreover, they were knights who had undergone brutal training ... ... One, two, three, four, five ... ... Including that fainted fellow, there are a total of six ... ... Six, quite impressive ... ..." said the Red Lion, instead feeling relieved, and sat back down.

"Do you already have the answer?" asked the Knight of Tiquiria, observing Chiev's expression

Indeed," the Red Lion immediately agreed, "As for the method Grant used to kill God, we will know once we capture him.

Shenwei has been defeated. The Northern Knight stood there with a pale face, almost unable to remain upright. His sword was still embedded in the ground, the hilt still trembling.

The vast expanse of the Afro-Asian wilderness..." a high priest from Tikuria whispered quietly

That place is a paradise for robbers and bandits

"Find a healer and wake him up," commanded the Red Lion. A servant ran out, simultaneously dismissing the hired workers and closing the door, leaving only a few stretchers behind.

"You will pay the price for your actions," the Northern Knight said through gritted teeth. "Killing a knight is a serious crime"

If we can catch him... the little priest murmured softly again

The reasoning is quite simple; we have all overlooked a key factor. Now, I will explain it to everyone, starting from the moment I arrived in Iceland

Kaliqi shrugged his shoulders. "I have no interest in knowing, nor do I need to know; this is a matter of God. If God wishes to orchestrate this conspiracy, why shouldn't we cooperate with Him and carry out this play? We are overcomplicating things; Grant is merely a lamb to be slaughtered, and his death can cover up God's conspiracy. Perhaps he is somewhere in the corners of the African-Asian wilderness, stretching his neck waiting for us, and maybe God is also waiting for us to deliver that fatal blow, yet we are too timid to raise the knife... I fear that God has grown impatient with our delay."

"I have made my decision," the Red Lion looked at the people around him, "Regardless of the circumstances, the Lord God rules the world, and we must obey the will of the Lord God. I believe the Lord God must have his own reasons." Everyone nodded in agreement, yet they were puzzled as to why the Red Lion had suddenly become so courageous. However, upon reflection, they realized that capturing a scapegoat was far simpler than capturing a wolf. Understanding this principle, everyone began to feel passionate, expressing their determination, wishing that the Lord God could hear their eloquent voices. Yet they were still curious as to why the Red Lion had suddenly become so courageous. However, upon reflection, they realized that capturing a scapegoat was far simpler than capturing a wolf. Understanding this principle, everyone began to feel passionate, expressing their determination, wishing that the Lord God could hear their eloquent voices.

However, the red lion took a step forward and asked, "Is it just a siege?"

"Shenwei cannot be controlled by humans; this is the principle." The Northern Knight concluded his speech, and the face of the Red Lion turned slightly red.

At last, one day, the situation changed. Just as the knights and the high priest were gathered together discussing matters, the door of the council chamber swung open, and a large number of laborers rushed in. Every two laborers carried a stretcher, upon which lay a person whose condition was uncertain. Everyone present stood up.

"A terrifying scar." The president of the Tikiria Knights Guild stepped forward, carefully examining the knights lying on the stretcher. These individuals had already breathed their last, each bearing a single wound, all located in vital areas—either a pierced neck or a gaping hole in the chest.

Therefore, we can conclude that Grant did not possess divine power, and the worst-case scenario did not occur, said a high priest

"Who are you?" the red lion asked, striving to conceal its unease. "Are you a friend or an enemy?"

At that moment, the door opened quietly and silently. A figure dressed in a black robe slowly walked in, shrouded in darkness, making it impossible to discern his features

In this way, the 'Red Lion tapped the table with his fingers, seemingly deep in thought, "It should be much easier, after all, he is just an ordinary knight. I believe we can make it."

Damn, it seems I have missed something

"Madman..." murmured the Red Lion. No one echoed his words; the earlier scene, which had unfolded in a flash of lightning, lingered in everyone's minds, leaving a profound impression that sent shivers down their spines. The immense destructive power had left the hall in disarray, with rubble strewn across the floor, and a thin layer of dust covered everyone, making them all appear disheveled.

"It is decided then," said the Red Lion, clearing his throat. "Let us act immediately." With that, he stood up.

"Who are you?" The president of the Northern Knights Guild stepped forward and asked with hostility

After several consecutive days, there has been no result. Grant seems to have vanished from the face of the earth, leaving no trace behind. All reports are disheartening and unpleasant, and there have even been instances of a few knights engaging in petty theft and private dealings, which has caused great embarrassment to the leaders of various knight guilds

"Kiev, Koran!" the red lion shouted, then furrowed his brow, "Didn’t you go to Iceland? How could you be here?"

Without a doubt, action must commence swiftly, a sentiment that has garnered unanimous agreement. Soon, the leaders of various knight guilds issued straightforward instructions, and nearly all the knights from these guilds set out, donned in their finest armor, wielding their sharpest swords, and riding their strongest steeds, embarking on the pursuit with great enthusiasm.

Everyone involuntarily took a step back

Sitting next to Karich is the Knight of Iceland, who hurriedly jumps away as if Karich were afflicted with some plague

The people around suppressed their smiles, striving to maintain serious expressions, so as not to make the red lion feel excessively embarrassed

What do you think? The knight from Iceland turned to look at the knight from Tiquiria

Due to the inherent simplicity and illogical nature of the command, this pursuit became aimless and unmanageable. Consequently, the residents of Omari witnessed knights bustling in and out of the city gates, flailing about like headless flies, attempting to search every corner and turning the city upside down, causing a great disturbance. Such chaos was occurring in all major cities, leading to even more terrifying unrest.

The red lion sat down weakly. The chair had been smashed and creaked under the heavy pressure

"A highly skilled swordsmanship," said the knight from Iceland, "with remarkably efficient attacks, almost without the use of a second sword, swiftly bringing the opponent to their demise"

The day after receiving the summons, Qie Fu hurriedly left Omari. He merely briefed Solaya, mentioning that he was preparing to go to Iceland, without providing further explanations. He mounted his swift horse and vanished beyond the bustling city of Omari. Meanwhile, the others who had been summoned by Shen Lansi gathered in the Knights' Guild of Omari to discuss strategies.