Evil God
The scarlet eyes stared at the boiling black pool, the sizzling sound of erosion mixed with the sound of bubbles bursting.
The feelings and memories of the other party continued to flow into the figure's mind. To be honest, looking through the memories was no more difficult for the evil god Besemai than sneezing. He was naturally interested in this.
It is not kind to play with human emotions, but those poor little things are just toys to him. You can't expect every primitive human to love humans to death. For the world tree, not playing with those little toys to death is proof that he abides by the rules.
According to human concepts, [Manipulator Beselmer] is the original evil god.
After becoming a god, he was the first to show malice towards humans. So it was inevitable that he was sealed away by brothers and sisters who cared about humans.
During the first five hundred years of being sealed, Besemite harassed the sea god out of boredom, trying to get some gossip out of him. Unfortunately, the latter was old-fashioned and boring, and did not give him any chance to invade his mind.
In the second five hundred years, He attempted to break the seal, but unfortunately his three brothers and sisters were too strong, so He was defeated.
During the third five hundred years, Besemai became so bored that he couldn't stand it anymore, so he really tried to pry a crack in the seal.
It was at this time that he realized that the Sea God really wanted to seal him away, and he didn't even care about turning himself into a sculpture.
Despite all the evil and misdeeds, the evil god who still thought of them as brothers and sisters was hurt. He couldn't believe that his compatriots would hurt him for those little things.
And now, seeing that the other party was still able to call for help after so many years of turning into a stone statue, Besemai had to admit that he was a little jealous.
But no matter what the other party's intentions are, it ends here.
The slime rushed towards the prey, which was enough to erode everything. Domain, energy, flesh and blood, and even faith, the more pious, the more delicious. The heaven was forced to shrink a little bit, revealing the silver-haired young man in the center. The evil god said "eh" softly, and suddenly felt something was wrong.
Why does this guy have so many mixed auras?
The God of the Burning Sun and the God of the Moon were familiar companions, but why was there the aura of the World Tree? He subconsciously wanted to trace the origin and find its source. But those auras rejected him coldly.
When the slime touched his body, the silver-haired young man suddenly opened his eyes. There was no trace of confusion in his heterochromatic pupils, and they were so sharp that they were chilling.
What was exposed between his chest and abdomen was not his internal organs, but a wriggling eye. The pupils of Hun'e moved slightly, as if he had just woken up from a deep sleep, staring straight at the evil god. But in just a few seconds, eyelids and tiny energy tentacles grew around his eyes, which expanded into huge tentacles in an instant.
This scene was crazy, evil, and bizarre, exuding a sanctity that bordered on blasphemy. Young mouths sprouted from the tips of the tentacles, chanting praises in unison.
Kneel, kneel. This is holy ground.
Come, come! This is the kingdom of rest.
The trembling black liquid paused for a moment, as if it was attracted by it and wanted to become a submissive believer. The evil god quickly came to his senses and was a little bit unbelievable.
As the first evil god born in the world, His position is extremely high and He is not affected by lower beings at all. There is only one reason for this effect.
"Eudora, you actually sent a World Tree fruit in just to kill me? If you and I hadn't merged, you would have died long ago!"
The angry questioning did not receive any response, the evil god's face darkened, and his eyes were filled with endless madness.
He wanted to escape from here at first. After several hundred years of careful work, he finally found that the supervision of the Sea God had loosened. At that time, Besemai was overjoyed and planted his mark on the Sea God.
He abandoned his own body and used the dark side of the sea god as a medium to reshape his invisible body. After a series of operations, he was finally able to escape, but as soon as he came out, he ran into the battle between the twelve righteous gods.
Looking at the righteous gods who had gone crazy, the weak and helpless evil god sighed. At that time, all his followers had disappeared, and he only relied on the remnants of the power of the world tree to maintain his status as a god. Once he showed his head, he would be beaten to a bloody pulp by the righteous church. Taking all these factors into consideration, Besemai had no choice but to run back to the sea and began to induce the sea god to fall.
The sea was vast and boundless, and no other righteous gods had ever set foot there. As long as the sea god and he formed an alliance, he would have a foothold.
This idea is beautiful, but it is a bit troublesome to implement. Especially at this time, the black fog is spreading and pollution is rampant. Besemai, who is already in the evil camp, is polluted without any resistance.
The arrogant evil god didn't want to have a boss above him, so he chose to rely on the power of the sea god to resist.
It was at this time that Besemai discovered with sorrow that the Sea God had been polluted earlier than himself! No wonder He didn't care about sealing himself, it turned out that he was waiting here!
Even so, in order to save himself, he had to reach an agreement with the other party. The two sides merged their power and excluded the pollution. However, he did not expect that the power, godhood, and blood of the two original gods mixed with the pollution, creating a huge evil.
If ordinary evil gods can be killed, then this evil god who has absorbed the power of the fruit of the world tree and the pollution of the black mist and can be said to be the only offspring of the two original gods is an existence that will make all gods vomit blood.
In the Age of God's Blessing, it was a divine disaster; in the Age of Magic, it was a demonic evil; and in the Age of Dark Mist, it was...
It became the king who controlled the ocean, the [Lord of the Deep Sea].
The reason why there were no other monsters of the same level nearby was simple: they were all eaten up by this guy. This thing was powerful and irrational, so Besemai would naturally not get involved. But at the critical moment, his former compatriot Poseidon once again tripped him up.
The Sea God actually gave up the chance to escape and chose to merge himself with the evil god and become the evil god's [rationality].
Besemai, who was one with him, was forced to merge and became the [Impulse] of the evil god.
The original divine evil had its powers reduced and became a new [instinct].
In this way, the three are interdependent yet separate from each other, forming the true [Lord of the Deep Sea].
[Reason] usually suppresses [Instinct] and lets it sleep at the bottom of the sea. Because of the sense of closeness, [Instinct] chooses to sleep at the place closest to the two gods, blocking the entrance to the underwater garden.
When [impulse] overwhelms [reason], [instinct] will awaken and start to hunt recklessly. As time goes by, the power of the Sea God fades, and he and the monster outside become stronger and stronger. Just when they were about to completely solve the obstacle of the Sea God, they never thought that the other party would create new troubles!
If it was just him and the Sea God, it wouldn't matter what the fight turned out to be, but when another evil god intervened, it would be a disaster. The [instinct] that had already left would definitely return, and chaos would break out, with disastrous consequences.
Seeing that he understood his intention, the silver-haired young man smiled lightly. No matter what the other party wanted to do, it was too late.
Not only does he want to make a noise, he wants the noise to be as big as possible!
The evil god softened his attitude: "No wonder He let you in. It turns out you are also a divine evil. If you continue like this, you will attract the guys outside. You don't want to fight Him, do you?"
The silver-haired young man remained indifferent, and the tentacles in his abdomen frantically absorbed the surrounding power. Seeing that the opponent was not moved by soft or hard tactics, Besemai's eyes burst into a terrifying murderous intent. The two sides started fighting fiercely again.
The underwater garden above the black pool was shaking with the struggle. The treasure-hunting mouse ignored it, drooling and squeaking at the stone statue. The latter moved his mind and put it far away. Then he whispered.
"Come on, kids, I need your help."
The surrounding water eggs burst one after another, and the sirens opened their eyes like newly born fish. They raised their beautiful faces, and their scales shone like gems, showing a magical silver color.
Only pure-blooded sirens have silver tails, and ancient poems praise their swimming posture as the silver forge of the sea. These alien races have long been extinct in time, and can only be recreated with the help of the power of the sea god.
They prostrated themselves before the statue devoutly, their eyes burning with the most sincere faith. Although there were only a few of them, they were all pure and zealots. In addition, their status was ordinary, so even if they disappeared, it would not affect the shore. In order to allow the Sirens to continue their existence safely, the Sea God also spent a lot of effort.
Staring at the familiar silver tail, Poseidon sighed, "I'm sorry, it's my incompetence that got you involved."
"Please don't say that. Our lives belong to you. You are the God who created us. It is our honor to dedicate our lives to you."
The Sirens all uttered in unison, bowing their heads in reverence and praying. They held hands and sang in unison.
The alien language echoed in the seabed. Their flesh and blood dried up. White bones were exposed under the cracked skin. The melted flesh and blood gathered on the stone statue, making the gray stone skin come alive.
The last bit of flesh and blood gathered on the stone statue, and the sea god said in a low voice: "This place is the sea, no one is allowed to offend the messenger of God."
Following this command, a new mark appeared on Canaan's body. The black liquid on the other side became restrained, and whenever it wanted to attack the other side, a stream of sea water would surge out of thin air, blocking its movement.
"This is the sea. Avoiding attacks is prohibited."
The word of God became a law, forcing Besema to confront it head-on. All his attacks were blocked by the sea, but he had no way to dodge. The tentacles pierced his body. The pollution accumulated by the gods over thousands of years was so huge that Besema wanted to break free, but he was shocked to find that his power was draining away.
Damn, what kind of monster is this! ?
As he ate, a tiny crack slowly opened up beside his pupils, which was impossible to detect without careful observation. But it was this crack that made his aura surge!
“Bang!!”
With the surge of power and the collision, endless black liquid burst out from the ground and rushed into the garden. The evil god Besemai - no, he can no longer be called that now.
With a twisted laugh, his body melted into a slimy black substance, with clusters of tentacles growing out of the surface. They twisted like snakes, and seemed like a dancing phantom.
Sensing the breath coming from the deep sea, the Lord of the Deep Sea, who was originally swimming towards the seashore, suddenly stopped. When another breath of divine evil burst out, he immediately changed his position and swam quickly in the direction he came from.
The changes did not stop there, as the massive pollution continued to expand along the ocean currents. The entire underwater garden was destroyed, the clear sea water was drenched in an ominous red, and the polluted followers danced around the master. They looked like some kind of mixed invertebrate creatures, their limbs sometimes undulating, sometimes stretching, with a weird and terrifying rhythm.
Poseidon barely managed to protect the dying sirens around him, and met the other party's vicious gaze. Besemai angrily shouted: "Idiot, are you crazy? You actually want that guy to break your heart!"
We live together and we die together. Eudora certainly understands this truth.
The former Sea God said calmly: "I am just fulfilling my duties."
The two gods were unable to continue the argument as their translucent tentacles smashed the ground and re-wrapped the evil god in the air.
The greedy evil god emerged from the ground, his eyes half-drowsy and his gaze full of hunger and thirst. The smell he exuded was even more dangerous than before.
All the pollution was plundered away until something in the silver-haired young man's chest suddenly jumped.
The thin slit opened, revealing a new pupil.
The monster that feeds on pollution gazed at the world with excitement, and at first sight saw the evil god in front of it.