Chapter 4, The Unutterable God

Sir, please hurry, I can only wait until sunset; once it gets dark, we will be trapped here

With a heavy heart, Chieff left Marguerite and, as nightfall began to descend, he saw the carriage waiting for him

Chev stood before the tombstone, which was nearly as tall as two of him, silently towering like a giant guarding the snowy expanse, evoking a sense of reverence. Chev stared blankly, lifted his head, and gently stroked it with his hand, momentarily forgetting the cold, as tears of crystal began to form in his eyes

Chev jumped out of the carriage and tossed a few silver coins to the driver. "Go home now, don't conduct business so late, spend some time with your wife, otherwise, you will regret it..."

No, Lord Magdala does not hate you," said Qifu, "therefore he is dedicated to becoming a priest, so that he can pray to you and make you hear his voice

However, gods are not objects created out of nothing by the supreme deity; rather, they are beings chosen from among humanity by the supreme deity, who then bestows upon them supreme and complete divine power, transforming them into gods. Before becoming gods, these beings were merely mortals, lives just like those of people who experience aging, illness, and death. Chev thought of this and touched his neatly trimmed beard, nodding his head.

The old woman sighed and closed her eyes sadly

Hey! The coachman greeted excitedly, "What a surprise! You finally returned. If you had been a second later, I would have left."

A soft sigh came from behind the tombstone

Chev turned around

So it is like this... Chekhov suddenly realized that the mere reputation of the deity was enough to instill fear in anyone, to the point where they would not even dare to look directly at the god. Who would have thought that the essence of the deity was, in fact, unprotected?

If that is the case, it is truly a terrifying conspiracy. The moment this thought emerged, it was immediately suppressed by Qifu. Deep down, he was unwilling to entertain this idea for even a moment, as if it would tarnish his sacred feelings towards the divine.

Qifu was slightly taken aback and reached out to support the old man. The old woman gave a bitter smile and said, "What, you don't recognize me anymore, Qifu Koran?"

The deity is the supreme deity · Melania selection | has emerged.

Chekhov sighed again

Chekhov had always harbored a mystery in his heart, which was the question of the death of God. Logically speaking, gods should not die, regardless of the means. Perhaps the term 'death' can only apply to those of us with flesh and blood, but not to the divine. However, another question immediately arose in Chekhov's mind, leaving a small wrinkle on his face. If gods are immortal, then where do they come from? Is it possible that, for the divine, there is neither a beginning nor an end?

"What is the matter, my lord?" the coachman asked curiously

Margaret did not speak, but quietly gazed at Chekhov

The thick snow remains unmelted throughout the year, transforming the earth into a vast expanse of white. In the snow, there is always a small, narrow, and winding path stretching into the distance. Qifu did not hesitate and walked forward along that path. More than a decade ago, he had walked this path; at that time, he was stronger than he is now and full of the vitality of youth. After walking for a while, Qifu began to feel breathless, almost dragging his stiff body over a small hill. Finally, he saw his destination and revealed a look of satisfaction. Qifu did not hesitate and walked forward along that path. More than a decade ago, he had walked this path; at that time, he was stronger than he is now and full of the vitality of youth. After walking for a while, Qifu began to feel breathless, almost dragging his stiff body over a small hill. Finally, he saw his destination and revealed a look of satisfaction

"Alright, stop the carriage," Chekhov tapped on the carriage.

The old woman gazed at the tombstone, raising her murky, lifeless eyes, and fell into a reverie of the past

However, you are a deity

The coachman gulped, his eyes wide open, and finally could not resist the temptation, nodding his head.

"We have arrived, my lord. This is the northernmost point of Iceland, and there is no road ahead," said the driver, as white mist escaped from his mouth, quickly dissipating in the cold air

Once again, a sigh escaped as an old woman slowly emerged from behind the tombstone. She hunched over, supporting herself with a cane, as if the weight of her entire body rested upon it. Her face was lined with wrinkles, and her eyes were clouded by age.

Please wait a moment, child. "Margaret suddenly exclaimed.

"I can understand this," said Qifu. "I once asked the same question to God Lance, and he refused to tell me. Now I know the reason. If this secret were to be known by mortals, it would be quite troublesome for the gods. In the future, when they appear before humanity, they would have to display their divine power to protect themselves, because everyone knows that the essence of the gods is as vulnerable as ours when unprotected"

On the other side of the hill stands a humble thatched cottage, constructed merely from crude logs, hardly capable of withstanding such terrifying cold. The cottage has existed for many years, to the extent that the roof is piled high with white snow, threatening to collapse at any moment. In stark contrast to the cottage is a graveyard enclosed by a wooden fence, beside it. Within the graveyard stands a tall tombstone, carved from fine marble. Although it is quite old, the patterns on it remain vividly lifelike. A tombstone of such scale is rarely seen even in the noble cemeteries outside large cities. Even more astonishing is that the tombstone itself emits a faint silver glow, exceptionally beautiful, as if some kind of magic permeates it.

"A little further ahead, young man," said Chekhov, "I will give you a few more silver coins"

"It is not only the essence of God that is fragile," Marguerite said, pointing to her chest, "but also here." As she spoke, she turned her gaze away, looking at the cold tombstone, unable to suppress a painful whimper.

"Poor God, Marguerite..." Chekhov said softly

What is the matter, sir?

This is indeed impossible, and no one would think of attacking the gods, which is why the gods can move freely across the continent without worry

"It used to be ... ... " the old woman said. Chekhov fell silent, feeling somewhat melancholic

Margaret raised her head and looked at Chekhov

Thank you, esteemed Marguerite. Chekhov smiled with joy, saying, "I can finally have a good night's sleep."

"I did not expect you ... ... " Chekhov said halfway, suddenly unable to continue.

It is not too late; on the contrary, I believe that now is precisely the time when I need your assistance. I have a question, and only you can provide me with the clearest answer

The coachman left in confusion, surely thinking he had encountered a strange person. Chekhov continued to watch him depart, and then began to pray. Before long, he disappeared into the cold snowy expanse of Iceland.

Chekhov felt as if he had already touched upon the answer, yet his thoughts remained chaotic. Initially, he was unaware of what was troubling him; later, this question gradually came to the forefront.

I have received it, my lord

***

Well... Chekhov sighed, reluctantly getting out of the car. As soon as his feet touched the ground, a chill immediately crept up from his toes

Are you married

Chev lowered his head in thought, pondering the meaning of this unrelated story. Suddenly, he raised his head and asked in surprise, "Could it be that God can be hurt?"

This does not imply that a deity can be killed by humans or die in any other manner. There has never been a report of a deity accidentally drowning; perhaps a deity might inadvertently fall into a river, but they would float on the surface of the water like a book. Furthermore, no deity has ever died in a fire; a deity might accidentally knock over a candle due to drowsiness, yet the barrier created by their divine power can resist all forms of elemental destruction. Additionally, no deity has ever been struck dead by lightning; even a tall deity walking in the wilderness with an exposed head would not worry about this, as the physical constitution of a deity is insulated. In summary, no natural phenomenon can be the cause of a deity's demise. However, the barrier created by their divine power can resist all forms of elemental destruction; furthermore, no deity has ever been struck dead by lightning; even a tall deity walking in the wilderness with an exposed head would not worry about this, as the physical constitution of a deity is insulated. In summary, no natural phenomenon can be the cause of a deity's demise.

"Then, can you wait for me here for a while?" Chekhov asked, simultaneously opening his palm, where several silver coins were emitting an enticing glow

"What is the problem?" Marguerite asked

Before being chosen by the Supreme God, God Lancel was human; God Marguerite was even a mother before becoming a deity, known as Mrs. Marguerite; God Ulan was also human... All the gods are merely a group of individuals who have acquired incredible divine power, yet under the radiance of this divine might, they appear particularly tall and sacred, to the extent that everyone almost forgets they were once human. They possess the strength of gods, but they still retain their human bodies.

I still remember that day, one I can never forget... you prayed for me, and I heard your sorrowful voice... I knew that this day had finally come, Margatala is dead... dead... dead... The old woman murmured the word "dead" several times in succession, lowering her head in grief. "I can no longer hear her prayers... When I saw this tombstone, the tombstone for the poor Margatala tree, my heart shattered...

This means that a deity must wield divine power in order to become a god, and when divine power is not used...

"Young man," Chekhov suddenly lifted the curtain and said

How could one forget? This tombstone stands tall in my heart as well; as long as I remain a priest, I will not forget the great priest who guides me, Magdala

I thought he had already been forgotten. That voice was old and weak

Let me tell you a story," Marguerite said, slowly reminiscing

Chekhov sighed, looked at the sky, and saw that the sun had begun to turn red, slowly climbing along the mountain ridge

Margaret was taken aback. Suddenly, her thin lips pressed tightly together, fearing that something might accidentally spring out from within. After a long while, Margaret slowly said, "Child, I cannot answer you, I cannot..."

One day, as I passed through the Afrasian wilderness, I encountered a person. By the power of my divinity, I saw through his disguise; he was not an ordinary man, but the deity Lance. The deity Lance also saw me, smiled slightly, and awkwardly hid one hand behind his back, but I noticed the blood dripping from his fingertip. The deity Lance smiled bashfully and said he had accidentally been bitten by a scorpion on his finger. This incident is unknown to mortals, but every deity is well aware of Lance's carelessness; he has always forgotten to open the barrier of divine might.

Everything has passed, and it was only after Margatara's death that I realized what I had lost. As a deity, I must cast aside my emotions; however, it is only upon losing that I begin to regret. Thus, I abandoned the divine, relinquished the pleas of the Supreme Deity, Lady Melania, forsook eternal youth, and gave up everything, solely to protect him by my side until the end of life

In the warm carriage, Qifu's thoughts continued to soar. Although he had found the answer, his mood remained far from relaxed. For the first time, he felt the divine's anguish. Perhaps the deity was not as perfect as they had imagined. Why did the Supreme God, Melania, not remove their hearts when selecting her servants?

I never expected to become so old, so ugly? The old woman continued the unfinished words of the man, "Dear child, time shows no mercy to anyone."

Naturally, Qifu thought of the deity, Melania

At that time, I was still young, said Chekhov Koran

Chekhov looked up at the sky, where the sun hung at an angle in the air, weakly sliding toward the west. He wrapped his coat tighter around himself and then began to walk forward with difficulty, until the cart shrank into a small black dot in the distance

At that moment, the light carriage that Qifu was riding in suddenly came to a stop. Qifu lifted the curtain and poked his head out, and a chill immediately seeped in.

Chev was not surprised, as if he had already known that someone was there. He respectfully bowed his head in front of the tombstone, placing his hand over his heart

"Alright, I understand. Please take good care of yourself, Madame Marguerite. In my heart, you will always be a revered deity." With that, he turned and left

I remember that you were the last to stay by the side of the poor Margatala until Heaven called him away. Chev Koran, you have buried him well, allowing him to rest in peace. At that time, as a god, I had promised to grant you a wish... although this act violated the commandments of the divine... yet at that moment, you graciously declined this gift

Youth signifies purity ... " Marguerite said quietly, " Unfortunately, I am no longer a goddess; I am merely a useless old woman with books. It is too late for you to seek me out.

"No, do not call me a god," the old woman said, striking the ground with her cane. The momentary air of authority faded, and she returned to her frail state. "It was only at the moment of his death that I began to realize how wrong it was to become a god. When I received the summons from the Lord God, Melania, I did not consider this at all; my vain heart was filled only with glory and happiness... However, I, Marguerite, lost more after becoming God Marguerite than I gained. When I received the summons from the Lord God, Melania, I did not consider this at all; my vain heart was filled only with glory and happiness... However, I, Marguerite, lost more after becoming God Marguerite than I gained. At that time, I was still young, thinking that serving the holy Lord God, Melania, required sacrifice, but I did not realize how great this sacrifice was. From then on, I could never see my Magtala again, leaving him to live a life of loneliness and solitude... My Magtala... He must still hate me now... At that time, I was still young, thinking that serving the holy Lord God, Melania, required sacrifice, but I did not realize how great this sacrifice was. From then on, I could never see my Magtala again, leaving him to live a life of loneliness and solitude... My Magtala... He must still hate me now..." As she spoke, the old woman shed a drop of murky tears.

In fact, most gods, including myself, only unleash the divine power that protects their true form when absolutely necessary, as no god would ever believe they could be harmed by mortals

Margaret nodded slightly. "I told you for his sake," she said, looking at the tombstone. "This is a secret of God, a difficulty that God cannot express."

No, it is not like that. Thinking of this, Chifu immediately spoke to himself loudly, denying this answer. Perhaps the Lord God Melania indeed came into existence with the emergence of the world, and it is also very possible that she will perish with the destruction of the world, but what about the other gods? On this continent, anyone with a bit of knowledge knows that gods are not born.

"I am very willing, but these horses are about to freeze stiff, and so am I..." The coachman jumped down, stamping his feet, constantly breathing warmth into the two stiff hands. "We can't go on any longer, it's truly cursed; it's so cold here that even my horses, which are said to have grown up in the snowfields, are starting to shiver."

My dear husband ah

Can a god be killed? I mean, can a mortal kill one?

A flash of insight surged through Chiev's mind, igniting like a torch illuminating the darkness. Apart from the Supreme Deity, Melania, the other gods were, strictly speaking, merely servants of the Supreme Deity, the overseers of humanity. Although the Supreme Deity possessed boundless divine authority and power, as the world expanded, the Supreme Deity began to feel overwhelmed; merely mending the dimensional rifts created by this world was already a considerable headache. Thus, the gods came into being; the Supreme Deity declared that there should be gods, and so there were gods.