I Became the Progenitor Vampire - Chapter 383

Chapter 383: Chapter 385: Forcibly Seizing the Evil God’s Head, A Storm is Coming (9600 words)

It must be said that Lide’s strategy of using a human body to snatch the treasures of Risier City was very effective.

Although the identity of Lord Ilo in the underworld of Green City was well known, people are always like this, they only believe what they want to believe.

At this moment, Lide, emanating holy light, was filled with a commanding presence that forced people to submit.

If someone loudly pointed out, “This is a vampire,” outsiders who heard it would just scoff.

Have you ever seen a vampire who could wield the power of Holy Light?

Such a statement would shut the opponent up instantly. As a purely dark life form, how could a vampire possibly use the power of Holy Light?? Even the most naive child wouldn’t utter such words.

If today’s act was carried out in the guise of a vampire, the effect would undoubtedly be different.

“Duke O’Kelly, it is said that the identity of Lord Ilo is that of a wicked vampire… Your opinion?”

The bishop hurriedly interjected, addressing the increasingly fanatic Duke O’Kelly.

Most high-ranking nobles in Green City knew about the vampire, and logically, with so many sects of the Light Attribute present, shouldn’t someone have exterminated the vampire by now?

But the world is never simply black or white. The western district, although a haven of sin, is also intertwined with the interests of each sect.

If there is no darkness, what is the purpose of light?

Without the evil of the western district, how would these foolish commoners ever appreciate the value of worshipping the divine?

Thus, the existence of the western district seemed unthinkable, yet so bizarrely justified.

Moreover, the legendary Lord Ilo is above the transcendental… no one in their right mind would want to provoke a dark life, not guilty of any grave sin, and unmatched in power.

Therefore, the higher-ups of Green City have always turned a blind eye to the evil in the western district…

“A vampire?” Duke O’Kelly frowned, “Do you think a magnificent being capable of wielding Holy Light Power could be a vampire?”

“But this is something witnessed by countless people, and the intelligence reports that the individual even guided the heart-eating demon Wales to transcend…”

“No buts, I’ve never heard of a vampire that isn’t corrupted by the Holy Light Power, let alone able to control it.”

Duke O’Kelly spoke gravely to the bishop, “Maybe you don’t understand, but legend has it that some beings of immense power incarnate as mortals to seek breakthroughs and to experience life anew…

The great Life Goddess once walked the earth as a mortal, enduring disease and pain, experiencing the joys and sorrows of life.

Could not such a powerful existence as Lord Ilo incarnate as a vampire?

For a powerful divine being, disguising as a dark life is not difficult at all–learning a few spells of dark magic would suffice, but a vampire controlling the Holy Light is impossible!”

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The bishop was at a loss for words, unable to refute. The myth that the Life Goddess once incarnated as a human on the Main Plane and experienced the full spectrum of human life was well known and highly respected by all beings. How could he deny it?

“Bishop, it’s our fortune that such a person appears in Green City…”

Seeing that the bishop did not argue, a glint appeared in Duke O’Kelly’s eyes.

“If we can receive the protection of Lord Ilo, then even if we cannot gain the power of the Evil God, it would be enough to ensure the survival of Green City in the face of the looming horrific disaster!”

In Duke O’Kelly’s eyes, Lide was like a savior, carrying the future of Green City.

It seemed absurd, but Duke O’Kelly’s emotions were not difficult to understand.

Knowing that great changes were imminent and even the southern province faced destruction, he had missed that last chance.

But in a time of despair, someone descended like a Heavenly God and saved everything, reigniting hope, the emotional turbulence was hard for others to comprehend.

The bishop opened his mouth but then closed it again, not knowing what to say, as the situation was now beyond their control.

At this time, Lide paid no mind to the small actions of others. After casually dispatching a level 19 Beast Bimong, his gaze swept over the crowd.

His eyes turned cold as he observed the army below battling the fierce Half-Ratman.

The Power of Faith was running low, leaving him little time. He wouldn’t have time to attend to the Centaurs when he could no longer control the Evil God.

His gaze quickly found Sam, the chief of the Iron Hoof Tribe, covered in blood-stained armor, and transmitted a message to him alone.

“The Evil God is about to descend, withdraw at maximum speed, and ignore everything else!”

Lide’s chilling words made Sam perceive the threat, and he immediately began ordering the troops below to retreat.

“Centaur Army, retreat at full speed!”

After extensive training, the centaurs had deeply ingrained the notion that military orders were iron laws; once an order was given, it had to be followed no matter how unusual.

The remaining 110,000 centaurs began to retreat under their leaders’ commands, and the Giant Army also started to pull back at the same time.

This army truly embodied absolute obedience.

The fierce half-ratmen gushing from the Divine Country still wanted to pursue the centaurs, these servants of the divine seemed almost endless, impossible to eradicate.

Lide frowned, a slight wave of his right hand unleashed a terrifying force like a mountain collapsing or a tsunami sweeping in.

Then, under everyone’s watchful eyes, within a hundred blades’ radius around the Black Altar, the fierce half-ratmen burst apart as if smashed by a huge hammer.

Pfft~

Limbs and fragments flew through the air, the scene resembling a devil conducting a massacre in Bloody Hell, chilling to the bone.

Lide’s gaze was indifferent and untroubled. Battle-hardened, he was long accustomed to death and blood; a stern ruler forged in fire and blood.

A towering monarch.

He called upon the power of the Divine Country to seal off this space, preventing the half-ratmen from escaping. Then, without further care, Lide turned to face Emi, placing his right hand back on Emi’s forehead.

The divine power he had just gathered from the Black Altar surged into him.

This Evil God was the greatest threat to Risier City; he couldn’t attend to anything else until this foe was dealt with.

Duke O’Kelly’s pupils constricted upon seeing the Centaur Army withdraw, his thoughts spinning wildly before he abruptly turned to look at a nearby human commander.

“Issue the order immediately! All troops, retreat from Risier City as fast as possible!”

“Ah? Your Grace, this…” The bishop was momentarily stunned and looked somewhat perplexed.

“Silence! Execute the order immediately!” Duke O’Kelly’s face was stern, not wasting words with the man.

The retreat of the centaurs, brought by Lide, hinted at an indescribable danger.

Was Lord Ilo’s withdrawal indicating that something significant was about to occur?

In Duke O’Kelly’s mind, Lide’s status had already reached an unparalleled height, influenced by every little ripple.

It must be said, this human army, long nurtured by Duke O’Kelly as his trusted force, displayed even more resolute obedience than the Centaur Army.

Once the order was given, they immediately disengaged from the scattered fierce half-ratmen and feverishly fell back in a rapid retreat.

More frantic than a flight for their lives.

The Dwarf Clan Leaders, noticing the humans’ movements, hesitated and exchanged looks in silence.

“Chief Rabiao, should we retreat as well?”

Indeed, since that dominant figure effortlessly crushed three transcendents on the Black Altar, they knew this no longer concerned the dwarfs.

No one could rival that lord’s might; with even transcendent beings crushed, how could they withstand his power?

Yet, their reluctance made it hard to decide; after all, the Forging Hammer was at stake, tied to the fate of the entire dwarf race.

“Let’s retreat, Chief Nalis. Regardless of who obtains the Forging Hammer, this time we can’t partake,” Rabiao Hammer said painfully before turning away.

With 80,000 in the Dwarf Army having dwindled to less than 50,000 after several brutal battles, the casualties were severe.

If they continued, these dwarfs risked perishing in this City of Death.

Chief Nalis Copper Hammer took a deep breath and then decisively said, “Retreat!”

The dwarfs, having more reasons than most to fight to the death, were simply powerless now; the disparity in strength between the allies and enemies was too great.

Once the dwarfs had retreated, the previously bustling central battlefield was left with only a few fierce half-ratmen and the still reluctant Beastman Army.

The Beastmen had invested too much, starting from the planning two and a half years ago, the involvement of hundreds of thousands of troops, to the death of a transcendent…

It could be said that Beastman Prince Shahrarm had bet all his resources on the divine relics.

But now, he faced an unacceptable outcome.

If he left now, upon returning to the Beastman Empire, he likely would face an irreparable situation.

“By then, it won’t just be a matter of ascending to the throne of the Beastman Empire but whether I can even retain my current status is questionable.”

“Among the beastmen, the strong are revered, a loser does not deserve to lead the beastmen of the barren wasteland.”

Silence was the main theme of the beastman army at this moment; the centaurs withdrew, and the beastman warriors, who were just in battle, dared not say a word and could only watch them leave.

“Your Highness…” At this point, a beastman governor approached Shahrarm, his armor shattered and his body covered in blood, his expression extremely somber, “We need to make a choice now…”

A choice?

Shahrarm watched the silhouette of the centaur army disappearing with the Beast Bimong, his expression extremely heavy.

He knew he had to make a choice, but now… what should he choose?

To stay or to leave?

This iron-blooded beastman prince, after a series of failures and setbacks, felt a bit lost.

He had been so sure and confident, but the events of today felt like slap after slap hard upon his face, leaving him unable to recover for a long time.

His spirit was gone.

Not long after various armies retreated, the thick clouds in the sky that looked like falling mountains suddenly flashed with thunder.

Boom, boom, boom~

The thunder exploded suddenly.

Thousands of silver dragons danced in the black clouds.

The previously vanished Eye of Chaos and Death reappeared in the sky with the lightning.

“Plague and death existed in the past, plague and death exist now, and plague and death will exist forever…”

The previously vanished blasphemous language echoed through the sky again, and the half-rat men, originally sealed by Lide with the power of Divine Country and unable to appear, began to surge out again.

It was like the shackles of some cage had been opened, and evil returned.

Moreover, this time, unlike before, the headless Divine Body that was sealed was now radiantly shining, beginning to emit an indescribable dark aura.

Then, rising straight up from the altar, it floated below the Eye of Chaos and Death.

Then.

Crackle~

Thousands of thunderbolts, like wildly dancing twisted silver spears, all struck down on the Divine Body.

The scene resembled an apocalypse in a mural, chilling to the core.

Crack~

The ancient runes inscribed on the Divine Body burst like glass at that moment.

Then, blue crystals scattered across the sky, creating, against the black clouds and lightning, an indescribable beauty.

Yet amid this mesmerizing scene, a great terror seemed to descend.

As the seal began to break, an infinite black fog surged like a vortex directly into the headless Divine Body.

Even more terrifying, from the black altar below, a power so intense surged upward, forming a huge gray energy pillar, which was also absorbed by the Divine Body.

“What is this??”

Millions of people around Risier City who witnessed this epic scene suddenly widened their eyes, overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events.

And a few armies that had already retreated a distance began frantically running backwards, too terrified.

Lide, feeling the God of Plague’s departure from Emi’s body, suddenly withdrew his hand.

His expression turned extremely somber.

He had planned to use the power of the God of Plague to seal the other within Emi’s body when this Ancient Evil God decisively abandoned Emi’s body, sacrificing its own soul energy, carrying the headless Divine Body soaring into the sky.

This action was a massive drain of soul power, a significant loss even for a divine being.

“Emi, quick, this evil god is desperately risking everything now, take out that head, and let’s leave here immediately!”

Hearing this urgent speech, Emi, who had just gained control of his body, also turned extremely solemn. Without any hesitation, as the Black Altar erupted with terrifying energy, he suddenly began inscribing inscriptions with both hands.

Moments later, Lide could sense that the power from the Divine Plane was being summoned.

In just a few blinks, the ugly grey head of a rat appeared in Emi’s hands, sealed densely with mysterious inscriptions and topped with a long horn, exuding an indescribable terror.

Lide reached out to take it and tried to put it into the system space without success. Without a half moment’s hesitation, he turned and ran out with Emi.

At this time, the energy erupting from the altar intensified, a towering grey column of energy connecting to the headless divine body.

Looking up from the ground, it appeared like a massive fountain bursting upward, the column’s diameter reaching a staggering five blades.

Even a transcendent entering this column of energy would be filled with horrific energy in a few breaths, possibly even bursting apart.

This was the divine power of the Ancient Evil God sealed within the altar, which, although it had lost much of its power over countless ages.

But, a god is always a god, no longer the sort of existence that the beings of the mortal world can imagine. This is an existence rejected even by the will of the Main Plane, unimaginable until one reaches that level.

When the God of Plague entered the divine body at all costs, darkness began to spread, and terror began to arrive.

At this point, the reflection in the sky completely shattered, and the last sight of millions around remained on that soaring energy pillar.

Although people slightly closer to Risier City could still faintly see the scenery above Risier City, they could no longer see inside the city.

But whether natives or the Beastman Army reluctant to leave, all felt a heartfelt shock from the energy pillar in the sky.

“New Sun God, your sins cannot be washed away even with divine power!

I will use the ancient fire of destruction to scorch your soul for a million years!!!”

The blasphemous language echoed throughout Risier City.

At that moment, the Eye of Death also abruptly turned toward Lide’s location.

Lide, currently holding the sealed head, turned around and left the area enveloped by the Divine Country.

Hearing this terrifying sound, he instinctively looked up to see that horrifying scene in the sky.

Under the infinite energy impact, the seals on that divine body had all burst open, and as the seals shattered, the suppressed divine body began to slowly revive.

With the resurrection of ancient evil, great terror descended upon the world.

The aura spreading around felt like the abyss had appeared on the Main Plane, as beings of extreme evil born from mud and flesh roared towards the heavens.

This sinful aura would make even the bishop priests of the Light Attribute Divine feel their souls tremble and their legs weaken.

This was not a being of this world, this was an existence beyond worldly understanding.

Rumble~

Accompanied by the unsealing of the body, a sound of chains echoed in the world, as if some ancient and enduring rules were reviving.

Lide could even clearly sense that the rules of this world were repelling the divine body, as if the latter had violated some taboo.

“Indeed, divine beings cannot be tolerated by the Main Plane, as soon as it regains its strength, it will definitely be expelled from the Main Plane…”

Although his mind was racing, Lide’s movements never stopped.

After obtaining the head, the main objective of this trip was already achieved. The only task remaining was to ensure that the Evil God’s head remained under his control.

“Emi, stay close!”

After using High-level Floating Skill and Instant Teleportation to escape from the area enveloped by the altar, Lide waved his hand, and Castro, which had been secretly shrunk and hidden inside his clothes, suddenly swelled against the wind, a steel giant clad in Extraordinary Armor appeared.

Its Blade Wings filled with a chilling light.

Without any hesitation, Lide and Emi immediately mounted it.

Then, Four Circle Magic — High-level Floating Skill was directly applied on Castro.

“Castro, leave this place at the highest speed!!”

After his words fell, he channeled all the remaining divine power inside his body into Castro.

In that instant, Castro, a newly born sovereign, felt as if it had drunk dragon blood, sensing its power soar to the extreme.

“Hold tight!”

This was the first time Castro dared to say such a thing.

The moment the words fell, before Lide could react, a terrifying whizzing sound erupted.

The scenery beside him transformed into a streak of flowing light.

Castro’s body exploded with three consecutive bursts, his speed reaching a degree where the naked eye could no longer trace his presence.

It was truly horrifying.

Lide, steady as an old dog, barely managed to save Emi from being thrown off balance by quickly casting a Shield spell.

Now augmented with Four Circle Magic High-level Floating Skill and Divine Power, Castro’s flying speed, Lide estimated, was two to three times the speed of sound.

That is about 1000 blades per second, with 1000 blades being two kilometers… Within a few seconds, Castro had vanished from the skies above Risier City.

This sudden change left the Beastman Army, still without a decision, utterly astonished.

The Beastman Prince, Shahram, watched the disappearing figure of Lide and then glimpsed the bursting Divine Body Seal in the sky, cursing Lide ten thousand times in his heart!

Then he turned and let out a heart-wrenching scream.

“Retreat, all forces!!!”

At this moment, Shahram’s blood ran cold. He had initially hoped to watch and possibly seize an opportunity at the last moment for a turnaround, but with Lide’s departure, he knew this round was doomed to a catastrophic loss.

Now, Shahram regretted it immensely, questioning why he had bothered attacking Risier City in the first place…

But there was no antidote for regret; he could only swallow this bitter pill alone.

Just a few breaths after Lide left Risier City.

Boom~

A colossal roar that tore through heaven and earth erupted from the sky.

At the center of the black cyclone, the key point of energy surging at the Black Altar–the headless Divine Body–finally shattered all its seals.

Crack~

A transparent wave of energy blasted from the sky with ferocious speed, sweeping violently in all directions.

Then, a breathtaking scene unfolded, the entire Risier City flattened as if by a giant hand.

Tall buildings collapsed under the pressure, and the legions inside the city exploded and perished. The scene looked as exaggeratedly horrific as the apocalyptic paintings in churches.

The Centaur Army, fortunately, had withdrawn early, suffering only thousands of casualties, with the rest escaping unscathed from Risier City.

But the Human Army and the Dwarves were completely caught off guard, suffering losses of over one-third in the end.

When the Human Army finally fled Risier City, only about 40,000 remained from an original 200,000–a loss of 80%; this was not just a heavy loss but a decapitation.

The Dwarf Army, from 80,000, was reduced to 30,000, the losses equally dire.

The most tragic, however, were the Beastmen. Of the elite 400,000 stationed in Risier City, less than 1000 survived, a direct loss of 99.8%, marking the greatest tragedy of this event.

Fortunately, the Beastman Prince survived, thanks to his Extraordinary Equipment… though, that might be considered unfortunate.

With such devastating losses, one dared not even think what they would face upon returning to the barren wastelands…

Meanwhile, as the Centaur Army’s Iron Hoof trampled their camp, the Divine Monster Asreaga forcibly shattered their spatial gateway, cutting off their source of troops.

Resulting in their complete annihilation at the end of the war, not one survived.

The thirty Bone Dragons also perished without a survivor.

Although the losses were staggering, given the characteristic nature of the Undead race, it seemed not entirely unacceptable.

One could say that in this battle of the five armies in Risier City, all four parties paid a grave price, with only Lide reaping the benefits alone.

The Beastmen, most wretched among them, would certainly be recorded in the annals of Glory’s ill-fated, very likely topping the list.

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As the seal on the Divine Body was broken, everything changed,

The ancient rules of the sky began to slowly awaken.

The Main Plane of Glory does not tolerate Divines, such is the will of the Main Plane, no god, no matter how powerful, can contest it.

The Main Plane is vast and boundless, capable of accommodating billions of lives to thrive, the contained power is terrifying, even the Life Goddess at such level could not probe into it.

Once the ancient rules of the Main Plane were triggered, the pressure felt was beyond description with mere words.

The consciousness of the God of Plague finally found a dwelling after entering the body, although the arms and legs remained sealed, and the head was also taken away.

But that dispersing consciousness was no longer without a carrier.

His power was reviving.

“New Sun God!”

A voice, like tens of thousands of humans screaming together, instantly echoed above Risier City.

The surrounding crowd, not having time to react, immediately plunged into fear.

An irresistible aura permeated the air, as if a giant dragon had opened its eyes, staring at them, and everyone felt the extremely evil aura lingering from ancient times…

The demons were howling!

Seated behind Castro and speeding through the air, Lide felt a chilling sensation.

Though mere seconds had allowed them to fly tens of kilometers, the impending danger still pressed against his throat like a sword drawn from its sheath, seemingly ready to devour his soul at any moment.

Every cell in his body was alerting him.

However, even faced with such a terrifying aura, Lide’s expression remained calm with no sign of panic.

Unmovable as a Mountain.

“Castro, increase the speed… as long as we fly beyond a hundred miles, this Evil God can’t do anything to us.”

Lide, who still possessed a part of the Evil God’s power, had a cold gaze, sensing the enormous power enclosed within Risier City as the seal for the God of Plague.

For the God of Plague to regain strength, it must devour that lingering power; if the newly unsealed power were to disperse directly, the loss would be unbearable for the Evil God.

Though the enemy’s power recovery was brief, it was enough for them to gain some distance.

Once the God of Plague regained its power, the world would certainly not accommodate a divine entity.

So, Lide, who appeared to be dancing on the blade’s edge, had accurately calculated each step. The risk involved was unimaginable because any slight error could lead to total failure, but if successful, the rewards could drive one mad.

A complete Evil God’s head was held in his hand.

Its value was worth far more than billions in gold; it was a treasure beyond worldly wealth.

Moreover, the Evil God’s head might well be his key to breaking through to transcendence.

This was the crucial point; for this, even if the risk were ten times greater, it must be attempted.

Strength is the only eternal constant.

No external object is as vital as one’s own strength.

As the Ancestor of the Bloodline, one of the Upper Races, once he became transcendent, even Lide could not predict how powerful he would become.

And when he achieved transcendence, Dawn City would burst forth with true brilliant radiance.

Now, the resistance hindering the development of Dawn City would no longer be a problem.

But just as Castro was speeding away, Lide suddenly felt something was amiss, because the terrifying aura that had made his hair stand on end had vanished.

Abruptly turning his head, he witnessed a scene he would never forget.

Red, the red of fresh blood.

A blood-red cloak covered the sky over Risier City.

No one could describe the vastness and toughness of that cloak, nor did anyone know why such a bizarre and strong cloak had appeared so suddenly.

But the blood-red cloak appeared.

Even the terrifying aura emitted by the Ancient Evil God was covered by the red cloak.

The Eye of Chaos and Death that stared at Lide was also blocked by the Blood Cloak.

The cloak, which covered the sky above Risier City, glowed faintly with the light of fresh blood and became the most dazzling existence under the thick dark clouds.

At that moment, the cloak was the sole protagonist between heaven and earth.

The crowd around Risier City, who had not yet left, was suddenly stunned by this scene, a spectacle unheard of even in epic myths, leaving everyone wide-eyed and dumbfounded.

What is this??! Why would there be such a gigantic cloak in this world??

No one answered their questions, but the moment Lide saw that familiar shade of blood red, his pupils sharply constricted.

The image of that proud girl, who always held her head high and even in the face of death never bowed, appeared in his mind.

That Blood Cloak, made from dragon skin, seemed to still vividly linger before his eyes.

Andabella… That girl, proud to the core, was the lord of Risier City, the leader of the Risier family, and a descendant of the former Risier Royal Family, her body coursing with noble and ancient royal blood.

Most crucially, she still owed him a piece of Legendary Equipment…

“The Ancient Evil God, my ancestors suppressed you for countless ages, though the flow of time has dissolved those ancient vows, and the creations of the Holy Light have gathered dust.

But Risier City belongs to the Risier family, and to the former Risier Royal Family.

I, shall inherit the Glory of my ancestors!”

A resounding, firm voice echoed across the sky.

Even merely hearing that crisp voice could one feel the deeply ingrained pride exuding from its speaker’s bones–a pride that penetrated the soul.

The crowd around Risier City felt a thrill in their hearts upon hearing these words, inexplicably feeling inspired by the commanding aura of the statement.

Some people are born leaders–Lide was such a person, and that incredibly proud voice undoubtedly possessed a charm that could inspire others to follow into battle.

“The Risier Bloodline??!!

How is it possible that such an ancient bloodline still exists in this world?!!”

The voice of the God of Plague, still not fully restored to power in the sky, spoke coldly again; however, this time there was a hint of frantic annoyance, lacking the excitement felt when power was initially gained.

“Ancient Evil God, the Risier Bloodline shall endure!

Evil will ultimately be purified!

In the name of the Risier Royal Family, I draw my sword against you!”

But beneath the sky-covering Blood Cloak, that lofty voice didn’t bother with any superfluities and directly declared war.

Declaring war against the Divine!

Then, under the shock-filled gaze of all.

The Blood Cloak covering the sky began to radiate brilliant light, with pale white energy tinged with shades of crimson.

The originally oppressive dark sky seemed punctured by a great hole, with thick clouds dispersing directly; above the sky, a blinding sunlight beamed through the hole in the clouds.

It very much resembled the descent of a Divine being.

Under the vast clouds, the sunlight scattered through the black hole spread above the land, bringing a sense of hope and light.

Under the illumination of the sun, the crimson cloak burst forth with an even more dazzling radiance.

In the sky, the blasphemous language swirling about halted abruptly under the cloak’s awe, the freshly revived evil on the Main Plane seemed like it was struck by a giant hammer and began to collapse and disperse.

Sensing the urgency of the situation, the God of Plague no longer concealed his power.

In the sky, the Eye of Chaos and Death under his manipulation suddenly formed a huge vortex, and at the center of the vortex, a terrifying Space Gate appeared.

Indistinctly, one could glimpse through the Space Gate to the scene beyond–an expanse of void and the Land of Death, flies buzzing around carcasses, bloated pale corpses strewn across the ground, magma flowing robustly, and traces of sulfur scorched by flames everywhere…

The Abyss.

It was the most Extreme Evil existence in the world.

The Ancient Evil God directly opened the Abyss Gate.

Then, under the gaze of all, the headless body with an arm and two legs, along with five Divine Artifacts, disappeared into the Eye of Chaos and Death.

In the sky, only an eternal blasphemous language resonated…

“Plague and death were once present, plague and death are present now, and plague and death will also be eternal.”

“I am eternal, I am the past, I existed in the past, and I also exist this evening, I am the ruler of plague and death, I am the spreader of disease and destruction.

I am eternal, I am also the only one, I shall not die, I shall live forever, and I shall also be reborn…”

“Descendant of Risle, I am already aware of your soul’s aura tied to the New Sun God…

When fate is shattered, I shall descend once again…”

“I shall descend again…”

“I shall again…”

“…”

Endless echoes rose within this world, their content filled with spine-chilling messages.

He will descend again??

Those nightmarish words startled everyone, and they faintly felt a crisis from the future…

It seemed this was not an ending, but a new beginning, an unprecedented start filled with evil, darkness, terror, slaughter, and blood…

After the God of Plague departed the Main Plane, the black clouds in the sky began to disperse quickly as if losing their supporting strength, and the sun above the clouds pierced through like thousands of sharp swords penetrating a thick shield.

Dawn was coming.

An instant aura of hope filled the earth.

This should have been a happy scene, but those who had just witnessed the event felt as if something was clutching their necks; no cheers could be emitted.

“I shall descend again…”

That phrase, like a terrifying magic curse, lingered in everyone’s minds.

They wanted to dismiss it as a joke, but they found themselves unable to speak.

Because that presence was too terrifying.

And equally baffling was why Lord Ilo, who with one phrase could make Divines kneel and burst three Transcendents with one hand, hadn’t appeared in the final moment?

Could it be he went to face an even more terrifying Evil God?

Regardless of how much confusion and mystery remained, everything that occurred today left an unforgettable mark in their hearts.

They too once casually spoke of witnessing a Divine descend upon the world…

After the Ancient Evil God left the Main Plane, the blood-colored cloak covering the sky above Risier City also gradually faded then burst–

Like a bubble directly shattering into energy crystals resembling rubies, slowly falling from the sky.

Under the sunlight, the world shimmered brilliantly, a scene stunning enough to mesmerize anyone.

Lide, sensing that the aura of the God of Plague had completely disappeared, took a deep breath and made Castro, still flapping its wings, stop.

“My lord…” Emi looked hesitantly at Lide, her tone grave.

“We might be in big trouble now…”

Although they successfully snatched the Divine’s head this time, the attitude of the God of Plague suggested an imminent tremendous upheaval.

The information revealed by that Ancient Divine was too much and too heavy.

Dawn City had to prepare in advance.

Lide didn’t immediately respond to Emi; after pondering for a moment, his expression slowly regained determination.

Will as firm as steel.

“I have already sensed the storm coming…”

“But, we fear nothing!”

“Let’s go, back to Dawn City…”

He finished speaking, lowered his head to look at the one-horned head of the Evil God in his hand, its surface densely covered with Ancient Seals exuding an indescribable aura of malevolence.

Though great change was imminent, transcendence was also at hand.