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Chapter 309: Chapter 309 vs. 29,999
Chapter 309: Chapter 309 vs. 29,999
Accompanied by the grinding sound of the guillotine sliding in the slot, a total of thirty thousand gleaming blades, following the order from the valley to the mountaintop, one by one, chopped towards the neck of the Wealth Goddess.
The guillotine located at the very bottom of the valley merely severed her hair, leaving a shallow indentation on her skin, causing little harm.
The blades positioned slightly higher up the mountain managed to barely break through her skin, but they too stopped abruptly. However, the guillotine positioned further up on the mountainside truly sliced into the flesh, drawing blood.
In the valley, at the foot of the mountain, on the slopes, and along the ridges... the higher the guillotines were positioned, the deeper they cut into the flesh and bones.
As the final guillotine on the mountaintop severed the last head, the eyes of the "condemned prisoner" widening in shock, the remaining twenty-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine guillotines, as if encouraged, simultaneously sank down again!
"Crack!"
...
"Click, click, click, click!"
Watching over twenty thousand severed heads rolling down the slope, eyes wide open, Lyon, who was half-crouched near the mountaintop, suddenly felt the chill of the blade on his exposed neck as he saw the "rolling footballs" rolling down the hill.
Stiffly turning his head, Lyon saw the large guillotine above him, wobbling but still hanging, not having fallen. Injured and unable to speak coherently, Lyon somehow mustered some strength, trembling as he climbed down from the unformed guillotine platform below him.
Fortunately... Fortunately, Emma's senior's Bloodthirsty Execution Platform had a maximum capture capacity of only thirty thousand.
With the Collective Punishment Code's effect, after guillotining the Wealth Goddess thirty thousand times, the Bloodthirsty Execution Platform could no longer capture additional targets. Otherwise, Lyon might have been affected and ended up on the platform, getting chopped by the blade!
"Don't... don't just stand there..."
As Lyon climbed down from the execution platform, still feeling uneasy as he touched his neck, the lazy youth lying on the ground beside him groaned weakly:
"I'm almost... almost bleeding to death... You... you should save me..."
"I'm coming."
After one last glance at the rolling heads in the Emerald Valley, Lyon picked up the Plague Blood Belt that had fallen beside him. He tended to his lung and throat injuries, enduring the intense pain in his body, and stood up. Then, he walked towards the lazy youth hanging upside down from the emerald tree.
"How despicable!"
After being taken down from the emerald tree by Lyon, the lazy youth, whose bones had been sold, complained through gritted teeth:
"A true god, yet you shamelessly ambushed me!
Damn it! If I hadn't known for sure that a true god would come, and hadn't made some preparations, and if you hadn't bought my injuries, forcing me to speak, who knows what would've happened!"
"..."
Although we were the ones standing on the sidelines, speaking reasonably, when she ambushed you, you seemed to be plotting something too. In terms of moral standards, it seems we're on the same level.
"It was indeed dangerous just now, but fortunately, the outcome turned out well."
After a somewhat perfunctory agreement, Lyon, while bandaging the lazy youth, said with a hint of relief:
"The Wealth Goddess has been dealt with by Emma. After she finishes dealing with her, I'll think of a way to resolve the issues with her body. We can consider it..."
"It's not that easy."
Interrupting Lyon, the youth lying on the ground sighed:
"She's still a true god, after all. My ritual was somewhat rushed, and Emma wasn't in her best condition either. Although we destroyed her body in a flash, we're still far from completely defeating her!"
As if to prove the lazy youth's judgment, the moment his words landed, in the Emerald Valley, the Wealth Goddess's shrill screams echoed.
"You... you bastards!"
With the blood net around her body destroyed by the guillotines, the Wealth Goddess regained her mobility, and not only did the rolling heads begin to howl hysterically, but the thirty thousand corpses lying beside the beheading platform also wobbled and stood up!
"Stay down!"
As if anticipating this scene, Emma, covered in emerald-green injuries, with half her left arm transformed into emerald, directly drew a slender silver stabbing sword and pierced the heart of the corpse beneath her feet, pinning it to the ground.
Then, the strangely shaped stabbing sword split apart, and the chains wrapped around the handle fell, while the two half-circular sword guards at the end automatically loosened and fell, transforming into two small trays bound by chains, clinking against the sword body, becoming a bizarre set of scales.
Suddenly, the heart of the divine corpse at the chest caved in, and a golden heart, dripping with blood and frantically beating, appeared in the left pan of the scale, causing the right pan to rise high. A giant crocodile's shadow slowly emerged from the bottom of the Emerald Valley, greedily eyeing the golden heart on the scale.
"The Crocodile God awaits at the base of the scale, and your heart lies on the left side of the balance."
Stepping on the struggling divine corpse, Emma, her face pale, took out a white goose feather with fine velvet and threw it towards the right pan of the scale. Then, in a profound and cryptic tone, she recited:
"The swan's feather falls on the right side of the scale, weighing the severity of sin!"
"If your good deeds are exceptional, and your heart is lighter than the feather, you will ascend to heaven."
"But if you commit unforgivable sins, and your heart weighs heavier than the bird's feather, then the Crocodile God's jaws will be your final resting place!"
As Emma finished her narration, the swan feather, slowly drifting towards the right pan, seemed to suddenly succumb to gravity, clanging as it dropped into the right pan, causing the left pan to rise abruptly.
However, as the swan feather "landed," the bleeding heart on the left also seemed to activate, and the originally bright red blood disappeared, replaced by alternating flows of golden and black liquids, dripping onto the pan.
Each time the transparent golden liquid splashed out, the left pan would rise a little, and when it was the black, murky liquid's turn to flow, the pan holding the heart would suddenly press down.
After about half a bell's time, the Goddess of Wealth's heart completely deflated, and the pan was filled with a murky black liquid mixed with a hint of pale gold, pressing the right pan with the feather high into the air.
"Hiss... Gurgle, gurgle..."
Before Emma could pronounce her verdict, the crocodile's shadow at the bottom of the Emerald Valley joyously raised its head, emitting a deep, hoarse roar. The land beneath the thirty thousand divine corpses suddenly transformed into a muddy swamp, and one by one, crocodile shadows emerged...
...
"Get out!!!"
As the dense crocodile shadows surfaced on the "water," ready to feast on the "sinner's" body, the numerous heads piled up in the Emerald Valley all shook, suddenly tossing off their thorn crowns. They glared with wide-open mouths, shouting at the pale-faced Emma:
"Who do you think you are? How dare you covet my flesh and blood? Get out! Go back to the Dead Realm! This isn't the place for you!"
The Crocodile God, momentarily silenced by its own roar, watched as the divine corpse Emma was stepping on struggled again. It grabbed the thin sword piercing its chest, disregarding the cuts on its palms from the sword blade, and desperately tried to pull it out with brute force.
The countless heads in the valley turned in unison, glaring at Emma from all directions. Their veins bulged, and they roared with malevolent eyes:
"I am a true god! A true god! And you are just a mortal!"
"Listen up! No matter what I've done, you have no right to judge me!"
"The only thing you can do is kneel before me! Offer me all your worth! Even your soul! Surrender everything you have to me!"
As the Goddess of Wealth struggled, the long sword embedded in her chest was indeed slowly pulled out, and the countless crocodile shadows hovering in the Emerald Valley timidly closed their mouths, hesitating and backing off a little. Although they hadn't completely left, they seemed ready to turn and flee at any moment.
"Damn, this time, even her flesh might not be spared."
Witnessing this scene, the weary youth on the mountain peak, gazing at Emma's emerald-like hand, couldn't help but sigh, his eyes filled with regret.
"Emma's situation is worse than I thought. I assumed she could only immobilize the Gate of the Dead and not destroy the soul of the Goddess of Wealth, but I never imagined she couldn't even withstand the Willful Scale."
"Tom!"
Observing the rapidly deteriorating situation in the Emerald Valley, Lyon couldn't help but exclaim:
"Don't just stand there talking; think of a solution! Like performing another ritual or..."
"How? With what?"
Lyon lifted his right hand with effort, showing his shriveled veins to Lyon. The weary youth, slightly annoyed, said:
"To restrain her, my blood almost ran dry. Your bandages can barely keep my organs from failing, and not a drop of blood has been replenished.
And the mystical ritual, to put it bluntly, is a trick to leverage power. Whether it's borrowing from the world, from other True Gods, or from the future, there must be something I can borrow from.
But this place isn't our world; it's a special space created from fragments of the Farming God's Arcadia. I can't borrow any power from the original world here.
Moreover, the owner of this place is the Goddess of Wealth, and for the power of other True Gods to enter, they need her permission. Even if I set up a ritual, I can't borrow any power! If I may say so, we should take advantage while Emma is still holding on, and first... um... what are you doing?"
Seeing Lyon uncorking and downing bottle after bottle of wine from the Mirror World, the listless youth couldn't help but stare in bewilderment, his eyes wide with confusion.
"Hey, what are you doing? Why are you drinking now instead of getting out of here quickly?"
"After I finish drinking... glug glug... maybe... glug glug glug... I can help!"
As Lyon watched the stabbing sword being drawn halfway out of Emma's hand, he hastily tore off the bandage from Tom's body, completely healing his own throat. Then, he began chugging the wine while stumbling and staggering towards the bottom of the valley.
"Huh?"
Startled by Lyon's reckless behavior, Emma watched his figure rushing down the valley. The listless youth, paralyzed on the ground, couldn't help but want to jump up, pound his chest, and curse at his past self for agreeing to come and help.
No... what the hell are you doing down there? Even if you're a True God in the future, with your current Tier 3 level, you won't be of any help down there!
"Lyon?"
Seeing Lyon climbing down the execution stand, inch by inch, Emma was taken aback. She wanted to call him back, to escape with Tom while she could still hold on, saving whoever they could.
However, the Goddess of Wealth, with her thirty thousand viewpoints, noticed this scene before Emma did.
Seeing the culprit, who had somehow entered the Emerald Dream, and Emma, who had chopped off her own head, the Goddess of Wealth couldn't help but feel a surge of anger. She split her consciousness, controlling the head on the execution stand in front of Lyon, and smirked, "Since you've come down, you're not going anywhere! You..."
"Screw you!"
Hearing the Goddess of Wealth's words, Lyon, who had just finished a bottle of rum, intentionally took a half-step to the side and swung the half-inch thick bottle, smashing it right into the Goddess of Wealth's forehead, sending her words back down her throat.
"You?!"
Completely caught off guard, the Goddess of Wealth, her head now covered in glass shards, couldn't help but explode in anger. As she struggled with Emma for control of the stabbing sword, her body trembled, allowing Emma to push the sword back in a little.
At the same time, the other twenty-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine headless divine corpses, propping themselves up on the execution stand after having their heads chopped off, began to move. They stumbled forward, one after the other, towards Lyon, who was making his way down the mountain.
"Don't come any closer! Run!"
Seeing Lyon in danger, Emma bit her lip, focusing all her strength on the hilt of the sword, trying to force the Goddess of Wealth to return the power she had taken.
But at this moment, the Goddess of Wealth, provoked by the bottle smashing into her head, was truly enraged. She struggled, letting the stabbing sword at the end of the Willful Scale fall back down, but she didn't reclaim her power. Instead, she continued controlling the other twenty-nine thousand headless versions of herself, rushing madly towards Lyon.
Damn it! Hatred surged!
Seeing the headless divine corpses rushing towards him, Lyon, who had just downed seventeen or eighteen bottles of wine, still far from activating the Immortal Wine, felt a tingling sensation on his scalp. He hurriedly turned around, intending to retreat the way he came for now, waiting until he had drunk enough before returning.
However, his only way back was already blocked by the dense crowd of headless divine corpses, leaving no room for escape!
"..."
A complete True God might be unbeatable, but with their power divided into thirds, even a headless True God, whose head had been chopped off and was pinned to the valley floor by Emma, could still struggle a little, right?
After retrieving the wolf-tooth club he had found in Emma's office, Lyon didn't activate the Executioner's Anomaly Ability. Instead, he treated it as a regular weapon, swinging the club in a wide arc towards the crowd of gods.
Just then, a faint shadow of a goat-headed demon appeared behind Lyon, accompanied by flickering red sparks and billowing smoke, filling the air around him once more.
"I declare this a war!"
(End of Chapter)
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