Chapter 388: All Things

Chapter 388: All Things

Malicious whispers echoed indiscriminately in everyone's ears.

Chick's snake-like hair danced as if in resistance, her azure eyes turning deep and profound. Her body, almost the embodiment of beauty, suddenly grew to the size of a mountain.

She laughed condescendingly.

"So, you think they can defeat me just by showing up?"

A fallen deity who is mostly insane most of the time, and a King of Angels who isn't even a god yet—what can their arrival change?

Luke gripped the Uniqueness of the Hermit in his right hand, the surging tide of knowledge transforming into a stream of "0" and "1" that continued to retreat. His right hand radiated layered light, blocking Chick's black bone skirt as she lunged at him.

While calmly dealing with the attacks from both sides, he spoke with a calm demeanor.

"Their arrival isn't for you. A true deity like you, with hidden dangers, poses no real challenge to me, not even a bother."

"..."

Chick smiled but remained silent. However, the "Chaos Sea" experienced a "disaster", the water surging up once again and flooding every existence indiscriminately.

Amon's figure rapidly flickered through the void, and he glanced at Luke with evident interest, seemingly recognizing the person who had devoured his avatar in Barkland.

Splash!

The shadow beneath the "True Creator" turned into an impenetrable barrier, layer upon layer, resisting the water that contained all colors.

His malevolent and insane eyes swept over Amon in the corner, over Luke, who emitted a corrupting aura despite being unreadable, and finally fixed on the "Primordial Witch" who had launched the attack.

As he focused on her, the shadow behind Chick began to wriggle, transforming into a black silhouette that matched his aura, but exuded a sinister presence.

The "Corrupt Self" inherent in all living beings!

Without a doubt, the "Corrupt Self" of a deity like the "Primordial Witch" was incredibly strong, almost equal to her own!

The black shadow surged toward the original like a tide, seemingly seeking to entangle, merge, and transform.

Chick sneered, flashing a breathtaking smile at her shadow. The conceptual "Charisma" slowed the "Corrupt Self."

In the next moment, her massive body transformed into a blazing, radiant "Sun"!

Using the power of the "Sun" path through the "Chaos Sea", the "Primordial Witch" now equaled the "Eternal Sun", and the pure "Sun" was the nemesis of all evil, fiercely repelling all impurities!

Instantly, daylight replaced darkness, and boundless light and heat radiated, driving away all shadows and evaporating the "Corrupt Self" in an instant.

The light illuminated the entire godforsaken land!

At that moment, all the survivors who had been surrounded by darkness and monsters, living in perpetual suffering and never seeing sunlight, could not help but squint and look up. They spontaneously stopped their work, raising their heads to gaze at the massive light source in the distance, feeling both astonished and excited, both puzzled and hopeful, with tears streaming down their faces, but no one willing to stop looking.

The monsters in the shadows let out a chorus of wails, the "Sun's" restraint on evil making them unable to adapt, turning to ash one by one.

The survivors who had left the city, twisted and deformed by the darkness, and lost their minds, rushed madly toward the light source, unwilling to stop even as they were consumed by the intense light and heat.

The divine power emitted and the residual storms and darkness entangled, making the rules here more chaotic and distorted.

The "True Creator", being the most restrained, let out a painful, unconscious howl and babble!

...

Before Bernadette, a clearly black and white eyeball appeared, piercing through the shadow barrier and aiming at the head of the Evil God's Offspring, hurling the "Spear of Longinus."

"Ah!"

The infant's cry suddenly grew louder, this time filled with fear and panic. The "Spear of Longinus" was perfectly suited to deal with the offspring of the "True Creator", and even with slightly higher power than Sequence 3, it could not resist.

The ancient spear, exuding a destructive aura, seemed to have the power of inevitability, piercing through layer after layer of shadow barriers and finally nailing the Evil God's Offspring's head to the wall.

Waves of cries of pain followed, but the Evil God's Offspring's aura rapidly weakened, dropping below Sequence 3.

With no other options, the infant's remaining two heads began to pray, attempting to contact the "Father" and seek help from the "True Creator."

Bernadette's heart raced as she immediately tried to stop it.

Before she could act, a searing light suddenly burst from the Evil God's Offspring, causing its purplish-blue body to sizzle and burn.

"Wow! Wow! Wow!"

The heart-wrenching cries were like those of tortured demons from hell. The Evil God's Offspring not only failed to borrow power but was also dragged down during the connection with the True Creator, ultimately purified.

The cyan and purple infant's body, filled with resentment and despair, turned into a pile of black ash, leaving behind only a glowing cluster of the Blasphemer Extraordinary Trait and a single umbilical cord.

"This..."

Bernadette was momentarily stunned. Before she could figure out how the situation had escalated, two more figures appeared in the enclosed Peach Blossom Land.

It was Cyrus, who had returned, and the Saint he had brought along!

...

In an unknown land.

Within a church built from the bones of countless different races, a place that radiated sanctity rather than gloom, a simple-robed priest with a light golden beard opened his eyes, revealing the clarity and innocence of a child.

He raised his head and spoke calmly:

"The Evil God's Offspring, who sought power from the True Creator, shared in the Creator's suffering and was dragged to death. The main event of the Evil God's Descent has ended."

"Bernadette successfully prevented a major disaster in Tinggen City, completing the Sequence 2 ascension ritual. She only needs to obtain a Sage Extraordinary Trait to ascend."

"Cyrus, who was sent away by Mr. Door and unaware of the aftermath, quickly sought support within the Aurora Society. Considering the Evil God's Offspring, the nearby Secret Saint, Butis, immediately rushed to the rescue."

"Butis's appearance was no coincidence. He is a descendant of Mr. Door, a traitor within the Abraham Family, and successfully became a Sequence 4 Secret Mage by submitting to the Aurora Society."

"Bernadette possesses an item that would attract Abraham Family Sequence 4 ability users—a gemstone bracelet."

"The bracelet's owner is a writer named Fors, a gift from the Abraham Family. It's unclear how it ended up with Bernadette, but it has been processed to have a strong Aggregation effect."

"Butis is not particularly important, but he holds a Level 0 Sealed Item, known as the Box of the Old Ones."

...

Tudor's flame-giant body swelled again, symbolizing the masculine force, which seemed to grow stronger in this scenario. With a dull gaze, he raised his orange giant sword and swung it heavily at the Time Angel, who remained motionless.

Boom!

The immense and terrifying force shattered spacetime and split the all-encompassing Chaos Sea, only to return to calm a few seconds later.

Amon, however, remained unscathed. As the orange giant sword passed through him, something seemed to go wrong, ignoring him entirely.

The Blasphemer narrowed his eyes and glanced at the retreating and roaring True Creator, raising his hand slightly.

Countless microscopic beings, invisible to the naked eye, were transformed into his avatars.

Then, thousands of Ammons extended their right hands and reached forward simultaneously.

The endless light and heat ceased, and Chick's form changed from the Sun back to the Primordial Witch.

"Daylight" was stolen, along with the Primordial Witch's ability to use the Sun pathway!

As a natural manifestation of the Thief pathway's uniqueness and a king of angels with two Sequence 1 Worm of Time abilities, Amon could even temporarily steal the powers of true gods!

This is why he is called the Blasphemer.

"It's been a while, Your Highness, even if you are a counterfeit."

As if completing a minor task, Amon withdrew his gaze and looked at the figure of Tudor, a fusion of Tudor's power and the positive aspect of the First Creator in the Mirror.

In the distant past, before the Battle of the Four Emperors, he, Mr. Door, and Antigonus were all supporters of the Blood Emperor, Alistair Tudor, nominally the three dukes of the Tudor Dynasty.

Amon circled around "Tudor" as if walking a dog, his voice tinged with a smile.

"The Tudor you brought is very powerful, even stronger than an ordinary true god."

"But it cannot control its own power and lacks self-awareness, like a child using a gun to hit someone."

"Even if I am not yet a god, I can treat it as a toy."

No longer being forced back by the Sun, the True Creator, fueled by the recent injuries, unleashed its ferocity. The five heads in the shadows raised, advancing step by step toward the Primordial Witch like a tide.

Seeing Luke suppress the black-skirted Chick and Roselle the Empress with one hand, and Ammon playing with Tudor, while he himself was still entangled by the True Creator, the situation began to shift. However, Chick remained calm.

A smile that could stir the primal desires of all males spread across Chick’s face, followed by a series of enchanting laughs. The massive body transformed into waves of apocalyptic storms, eyes that saw through everything, and a corrupt aura that stirred negative emotions, all while emitting waves of mental intimidation.

Skillfully using the powers of the "Five Great Families" and the Primordial Witch's own strength, Chick not only firmly suppressed the True Creator but also devoted considerable energy to restraining Luke, preventing him from entering the fog and heading to the Western Continent during the chaos.

Luke's ears were continuously filled with the Primordial Witch's gentle and persuasive words.

"It seems I can't do much to you right now, but how long can you hold out?"

"A minute has already passed. Ordinary angels can endure the 'Divine Descent' for one to two minutes at most. You may have some special qualities, allowing you to last a bit longer, perhaps five to ten minutes at most."

"Even if you can maintain the Divine Descent indefinitely, do you think the True Creator and Ammon will stay?"

"The True Creator is only mostly insane. When He regains His senses, He will realize that fighting a stronger god who has no stake in the matter is a losing proposition and will leave."

"At that time, even thrill-seeking, adventure-loving Ammon won't stay to help you against multiple true deities."

"Hehe, it's already strange that He is helping you now. What reason could there be? Who taught Him to do this? Was it that coward Adam?"

The seductive words of the Witch, combined with the Spectator's abilities as the master of the mental realm, tried to wear down Luke's will.

"You know the Witch's body structure is absolutely perfect, every part of it."

"I am the strongest Pleasure Witch. Don't you want to experience the ultimate pleasure?"

"It's a sensation that can make your soul drunk, a bliss that even the Red Priest can't resist, a continuous invasion and retreat of the most beautiful kind~"

Breaking through the attacks from all sides, Luke pushed back the distorted figure of Chick in the black skirt and Roselle the Empress, sighing lightly, his expression more serious.

"You're right. Tangling with you is a waste of time."

Vast divine power transmitted from the far reaches of the cosmos, the light almost tangible, forming over a dozen layers of light rings composed of unknown substances behind Luke.

He spread his arms, and all the overlapping light rings separated, transitioning from "Oneness" to "All Things."

At that moment, all beings near Luke felt a strong repulsion, a strong sense of division!

It wasn't a physical division but a mystical one, a separation from the various forces that were once tightly connected, even the Extraordinary Traits that were supposed to be integrated within them!

Rushing sounds of the chaotic sea suddenly diminished, as if returning to its initial calm and inclusiveness. The thunder of the True Creator, which had the momentum to destroy the world, also lost its force.

Tudor's already lifeless gaze became even more dull, and the massive orange sword that tore through space and distorted time moved slowly. Ammon, who had avoided the next attack by exploiting the "errors" caused by Tudor's attacks, also slowed down.

Chick's ever-present smile finally faded.

He discovered that his connection to the black-skirted Chick and the white-armored Tudor had become unstable, and he could no longer control them effectively. Even his control over the Chaos Sea had been weakened!

The black-skirted Chick, who had always been reluctant to follow the main body's will, eyes bursting with hope, quickly approached Luke, allowing the connection to weaken, seeking more freedom.

Roselle the Empress, on the other hand, was in a stalemate and then transformed into a flood of knowledge, preparing to retreat.

Although she also desired freedom, her strength was only Sequence 1, and she was a "Person in the Mirror" dependent on Chick, their connection too close.

At this moment, Luke looked at Roselle the Empress and slowly spoke a single word in standard Mandarin.

"Hometown."

"..."

Roselle the Empress halted her retreat, stunned.

Then, she saw her enemy slowly draw out a familiar golden flask-like divine lamp and utter a second word.

"Bernadette."

The flood of knowledge paused for a moment, then, under Chick's angry and dark gaze, rushed toward Luke!

(End of Chapter)

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