Chapter 1993: Chapter 1012: Sister’s Love as Judgment (Part 3)

The reason she believed in "Genesis" was honestly just because, on the day the Goddess handed the Holy Hammer to her, the Goddess asked her to take this as her Faith from then on, that’s all.

Only, now she had to personally kill her own God, all for the sake of that Faith.

This really was still too cruel. Even after hundreds of years of mental preparation, at this moment she had still become this weak.

Reason told her she had to do it. The endless War that had continued for tens of millions of years in this world was nothing but a game to these damned Deities; the gods were the source of all calamity.

Only by cutting off all connection with the Deities and redeeming the world from the hands of the gods could her people truly live good lives.

But, she understood all of that in theory; she just couldn’t actually bring herself to do it.

The Empress of Ice and Snow lowered her head. Three hundred years on the throne should have long since rendered her cold-blooded and tearless; that majesty and cruelty ought to have seeped into her very bones like the blizzards of the Northern Territory. Yet at this moment, tears were streaming down that beautiful, dignified face.

"I...."

She suddenly raised her head. She very much wanted to beg the Goddess to show her another path, but the moment she looked up, what she saw was the same gentle, tranquil gaze the Goddess had given her the first time they met, three hundred years ago.

"Elsa, it’s time for you to act."

Dorothy reminded her like this.

Empress of Ice and Snow: "...."

Under the Goddess’s gaze, Elsa nodded with tears pouring down her face. She gripped the Holy Hammer in her hands tightly.

Only, she did not immediately swing it down at the Goddess Statue, but instead took off the majestic, noble imperial robes of the Empress she wore, revealing beneath them a somewhat tattered priestly garment.

It was the first sacrificial garb of the Winter Tribe, and also the very outfit she had worn back when she danced the Prayer Dance to the Gods.

Back then, in that dirt-poor tribe, it had been the best piece of clothing they had.

Only, she had been only ten years old that year; the sacrificial garb had hung on her in a loose, baggy way. Now her body was thirty years old, and this garment that had once been so roomy now seemed a little tight.

Mm, good thing this outfit had received the blessing of the God Descent alongside her back then, otherwise it might well have burst apart under the strain.

After all, the Empress of Ice and Snow’s figure really was fantastic.

"Goddess, please allow me to see you off." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Elsa choked out these words, then she moved her feet lightly, and once again began to intone the hymn of Prayer Dance to the Gods.

The last High Priest danced the final Prayer Dance to the Gods in the last temple.

And the towering Goddess Statue standing on the dais watched as well, gratified, as her devout believer held a farewell ceremony for her.

But all feasts under heaven must someday end.

Soon, the singing stopped, the dance concluded, and the Empress standing below the dais once more had a resolute look in her eyes. She tightened her grip on the Holy Hammer and strode forward.

At this, Dorothy very contentedly closed her eyes, waiting for the imminent destruction.

Well, even though this was only a game to her and she definitely wouldn’t die, the destruction of this body of Faith would probably hurt quite a lot.

But that was fine; anyway, it was Little Five who would be feeling the pain.

Oh, Little Four had just said that she felt sorry for Little Five and requested that all the pain be transferred to her instead, that she would endure it on Little Five’s behalf.

Uh, well then, that’s fine. Fairy King, as expected of you; I respect you, what a real woman you are. I’ll leave it to you.

Thus decided the little internal conference in Dorothy’s brain.

Only.....

"Shit, that hurts."

The statue’s head took a solid hammer blow, and then the Homebody Witch’s six streams of consciousness all clutched their heads and rolled around, squealing like pigs.

The problem was, that strike wasn’t even that strong—it could practically be called powerless. At the very least, the Goddess Statue didn’t so much as show a single crack. So why did it hurt this much?

Dorothy was thoroughly baffled by this.

Besides, Elsa was a child she’d watched grow up, okay? How could she possibly have that kind of ability to deliver such a painful blow?

So, the Goddess opened her eyes, and then.....

Then she saw a true Deity.

"Dorothy, you really are my good little sister, huh? All these years and you haven’t made a bit of progress? You just love sacrificing yourself that much? Aren’t you the one who isn’t afraid of pain? Then what are you howling for now?"

"Elsa’s" eyes burned with anger as she questioned her like this.

Only, although this was indeed the Empress of Ice and Snow’s body, that majesty, that divinity, that aura—compared to before, the difference was greater than that between a firefly in the night and the bright moon in the heavens; they were simply not on the same level at all.

In the eyes of the Homebody Witch, at this moment, behind "Elsa" twelve red Wings like living flames were unfurled, as though bridging heaven and earth. Above her head, a huge crown-shaped halo floated—that was her authority.

Mm, such iconic traits were unmatched in all the world.

What had descended here now was an angry elder sister.

Divine King Denisha.

Dorothy: "...."

Damn, it’s a trap. Abort the sacrifice. There’s a mole.

....The Homebody Witch was sweating buckets....