The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 299 - 195 - The Universal Law of Ancient Civilizations_1

Chapter 299: Chapter 195 - The Universal Law of Ancient Civilizations_1

Before Ivita could react, a man adorned in gold and silver suddenly addressed her, "Great Mortal King, these are the second batch of slaves this month, over five thousand in total. Let us cast their flesh and blood into the Thousand-Year Fire."

"The slaves have no value; it is you and us who are the pillars of our nation."

Ivita looked down at over five thousand slaves below, half-naked, among them young boys and girls. Their time in this world was short, but now they were facing death.

Ivita could not help but feel resistance. She was disgusted by sacrifices using human lives. These slaves had parents, wives, and children; they were human beings, not animals.

If one could sacrifice these people as if they were animals, the real problem is that they would likely have no respect for the weak at all.

Those who are weaker than him are unimportant in their eyes.

This is wrong.

Indeed, in civilization, it is the 1% of individuals who push society forward, moving it into the next stage.

But ordinary people are the bedrock of society and the foundation for realizing the ideas of that 1%.

They are the substance of this society, the most critical part.

To ignore the value and strength of ordinary people is the most foolish thing.

Sitting on her throne, Ivita watched as the slaves were violently pushed into the bloody pit of Thousand-Year Fire under the watch of the slave masters’ armies, filling her with rage.

When she saw a pair of twin siblings closest to her about to be thrust into the fire pit, Ivita’s will was resisting this act.

She stared into the blood-red flames of the fire pit, once again giving her the illusion of a wicked bronze mask staring back at her with incredibly sinister eyes.

"Stop, this is just a historical illusion."

"Besides, a fire needs a pile of wood to keep burning. Those who really control these slaves are the slave masters, and history will only record the acts of these slave masters. Their literary works, their feats in war, only they have the privilege of being passed down. These slaves, being worthless individuals, their only purpose is to serve as firewood for the Thousand-Year Fire. That’s all slaves are worthy of in this age."

"Ordinary people need only to provide fuel for the world’s real heroes to achieve their value."

Ivita could no longer bear to listen.

The one controlling the illusion gave her a feeling of absolute certainty that he was not the Thousand-Year Fire.

Ivita didn’t want to watch more illusions manipulated by him, didn’t want to see any more of this chaos.

Seeing the slaves being thrust into the fire pit one by one, Ivita stood up angrily, shouting at the sky. "How dare you manipulate my will, making me witness such a thing!"

"You are not the Thousand-Year Fire!"

"Ordinary people form societies, some are only hatmakers, some are just tailors, some are lawyers, some are cobblers, but it is the ordinariness of these people that lay the foundation of civilization."

"If every tailor doesn’t want to be a tailor anymore, and wants to be an official, then people will have no clothes to wear."

"If every repairman wants to become a big shot, then in this civilization, there will be no one willing to serve others."

"What I want to tell you is to respect the virtue of being ordinary!"

As Ivita’s words fell, the bronze mask in the flames burst into laughter.

"Indeed, you can see the truth in history."

"But have you forgotten? The Thousand-Year Fire in all dimensions is just a point; in other words, this place could be an illusion, but it could also be a piece of genuine history."

Then, the mask in the flames disappeared.

Ivita was taken aback for a moment and then noticed the general at her side, his face filled with confusion as he looked at her.

The general asked, "My king, what were you just saying?"

"Are you protecting these slaves?"

"I cannot comprehend you, Ivana, but if this is your command, I will order my soldiers to stop."

Ivita nodded, about to speak again, when he found the surroundings had changed again. He found himself still in the highest position, but this place was no longer a altar, rather a vast coliseum.

Drums were resounding in the coliseum that seemed to accommodate over ten thousand spectators, where a gladiator-slave was fighting another gladiator-slave.

Ivita looked down only to find two extremely powerful humans fighting on the stone-brick floor of the coliseum that was terrifying even to him.

This is...

Can’t be...

Ivita suddenly remembered that Ambros used to serve as the capital of the ancient civilization for a while.

This shouldn’t be...the history of the ancient civilization, right?

Ivita could sense the terrifying warriors scattered among the tens of thousands of spectators. These characters in the historical scene were completely different from those before.

It was as if he had entered a different dimension of the world.

Unbelievably, a gladiator-slave in the coliseum roared, making the sun from the sky descend on the coliseum. His opponent, however, was not outdone. His body transformed into a huge mountain, holding his own against the sun’s flames.

Ivita was completely speechless.

What the hell is happening?

Wait, if this is the coliseum of the ancient civilization, then does that mean that I am...

’Ivita’ suddenly spoke to a person beside him who was dressed in silk and wearing a golden armband. "Constantine, the two slaves you have trained are mediocre. They bore me entirely."

Constantine immediately made ingratiating remarks to ’Ivita’. "Shaw, one of them is the son of the Sun God, and the other is the son of the Astra Giant. They are quite powerful among the God Blood Warriors. We destroyed their countries, shackled their necks, and brought them here to fight like dogs in the coliseum for our amusement, and offered their blood to the Thousand-Year Fire."

’Ivita’ sighed. "Boring, so boring."

"These battles between weaklings can neither please me nor the Thousand-Year Fire."

"Invoking the Universal Law: Law, for these two, what a waste."

Constantine pleaded with ’Ivita’, "Shaw, great conqueror, you must watch till the end. According to the rules of the gladiators, they can buy their freedom with money or by serving you."

"They are debt slaves, not ordinary slaves."

While the two of them were speaking, Ivita was observing his surroundings. He saw the Thousand-Year Fire burning furiously in a huge metal cup at the top of the coliseum. The flame was orange, not evil, but wild and overbearing, giving a feeling of natural savagery.

Ivita thought to himself, "The color of the Thousand-Year Fire has changed."

"Why?"

"But this Thousand-Year Fire is different from the one I know and am familiar with."

The bronze mask appeared in the flame again. "The truth lies within the witch’s graveyard. You are at your limit to even see this magic. Previous igniters were unable to persist past this point and were assimilated by the illusion, forever remaining in that history. But you’ve made it here. In fact, I’m the one who can’t hold on."

"Go to the graveyard and unearth its secrets. The most important secret of the Thousand-Year Fire lies buried there."

Ivita frowned.

The other person was definitely not the Thousand-Year Fire or any of the three Eastern witches. Who was he to represent the Thousand-Year Fire?