Amidst the frenzied praise, a black crack suddenly appeared at the center of the enormous full moon in the sky. The crack was extremely thin, like a black line, piercing through the full moon from top to bottom.
Suddenly, the black line expanded and spread out!
Inside, an enormous vertical pupil was revealed, with a holy pupil, an indifferent gaze, and blood vessels as dense as a spider web covering the whites of the eyes.
Upon seeing this scene, Fang Xiu felt as if he had seen a strange angel, because this eye was very similar to the eyes of an angel, both holy and bloody. Two completely different colors filled the same eye, and the strange feeling made people feel uncomfortable.
In an instant, the frenzied praise grew louder and louder. This time, even the weaker Fatty and Zhao Hao had a look of frenzied piety in their eyes, staring intently at the moon and uttering inhuman praise.
Yang Ming and the others were immediately horrified and hurriedly mobilized their spiritual power to frantically resist the contamination of the giant eye.
Fang Xiu remained calm; he was not corrupted because he had seen the Evil God Angel countless times and was considered an acquaintance. Naturally, he would not be corrupted by the child of an old acquaintance.
"Captain, what do we do now? This Angel's Child feels even stronger than a seventh-tier forbidden demon." The old Taoist Wuwei was somewhat flustered. Facing an existence of this level, even he, a sixth-tier cultivator, felt no sense of security.
The former sixth-tier powerhouse stood before the Son of Angels, as vulnerable as a child.
"Is He of the eighth rank?" Fang Xiu asked.
“It shouldn’t be Rank 8. Although I’ve never seen Rank 8 before, I have seen Rank 7 forbidden monsters. The Angel’s Child gives me the feeling that it is powerful, but it doesn’t seem to have transcended the Rank 7. However, even if the Angel’s Child is not Rank 8, it must be at least at the peak of Rank 7! Captain, now is not the time to discuss its strength. Whether it is Rank 7 or Rank 8, it makes no difference to us at this stage! We can’t beat Rank 7, and we can’t beat Rank 8 either.”
"No rush." Fang Xiu's tone remained calm, as if he didn't take the suspected seventh-tier peak Angel Child seriously at all.
However, he was not in a hurry, while Wuwei and the others were extremely anxious. Not everyone could face the gaze of the offspring of the Strange God. Even though they were at the sixth level, they could still clearly feel the all-pervasive whispers flooding into their minds.
At that moment, the voice of the Black God suddenly rang out.
"Fang Xiu! Because of you, I had to allow the Son of Angels to descend prematurely in an incomplete state. Do you know your sin!"
His voice was indifferent yet grand, seemingly containing eerie murmurs, and the direction of the voice was clearly coming from the enormous eye in the sky.
Wuwei and the others were shocked upon hearing this. This terrifying Child of the Angel was not even in its complete form? If it wasn't in its complete form, it already surpassed the seventh-order forbidden monsters and was suspected to be at the peak of the seventh order. If it were in its complete form, wouldn't it definitely be at the eighth order?!
Eighth rank! What does that even mean? Nobody knows, and nobody wants to know.
The sixth rank is already comparable to a terrestrial immortal, able to withstand a nuclear bomb without dying, completely surpassing the realm of humanity. The seventh rank's forbidden techniques can even be used to sever the connection between heaven and earth, sealing all spatial nodes. So what about the eighth rank? Wouldn't it be an existence that can destroy the world with a single breath?
When questioned by the Black God, Fang Xiu simply replied, "Don't blame others for your own incompetence."
The Black God was instantly enraged, his voice growing increasingly frantic, as if on the verge of losing his mind: "You damned heretic! I will personally judge you!"
Do you know that because of you, these devout people are going to die! They could have lived peacefully and happily to the age of 30, dedicating everything to the Son of the Angel. But now the Son of the Angel has arrived prematurely, and these devout people have no choice but to sacrifice everything now for the Son of the Angel's growth!
"Your Excellency! It is our greatest honor to dedicate everything to the Son of Angels!" Countless devout believers who knelt on the ground raised their heads, looked fervently at the giant eye in the sky, and shouted wildly.
“We can’t wait until we’re thirty, not even a moment longer, we must dedicate ourselves now!” The believers became even more fervent.
Seeing this, Yang Ming, despite the headache caused by the praise, couldn't help but retort, "Dude, are you guys idiots?"
However, no one paid him any attention; everyone was immersed in fervor and devotion.
At that moment, the voice of the Black God, though frantic, trembled slightly: "Good! Good! Good! You are all the most devout believers, and the glory of the Son of Angels will shine upon you forever!"
As he spoke, the giant eye in the sky seemed to glisten with tears of emotion.
"For the children of angels!"
"For the Children of Angels!!"
The devout shouts were deafening, as if everyone in the entire holy city was shouting in unison!
At the same time, they pulled out the daggers they had prepared and plunged them into their hearts. The strangest thing was that even when they were dying, there was no pain on their faces, only piety!
Bang bang bang!
The sound of corpses falling to the ground continued to echo, and in an instant, the entire holy city became a dead city. All the believers committed suicide, and after they died, their corpses began to fade, melting away like candles.
The entire ground was covered in colorful liquids, as if the earth were a giant palette on which someone had spilled and mixed paints.
The crowd was shocked by the madness before them. They had roughly estimated that the entire holy city had a population of several hundred thousand, and now, all of them were dead, all by suicide.
The next moment, the pigments formed from the corpses began to float as if defying gravity, then transformed into tens of thousands of streams of water that flowed wildly into the sky and merged into the enormous eye.
The chaotic paint completely covered the giant eye in the sky, making it look like a ball shaped by a child mixing all the colors of clay together.
Now, Fang Xiu finally understood why those people lost all their colors after they died; it turned out that everything had become nourishment for the angel's child.
The voice of the Black God, choked with sobs, rang out: "Fang Xiu! Look at the mess you've made! You've driven these devout believers to their deaths. They were so devout, so kind, yet now they're dying because of you!"
"Hey, hey, hey, are you out of your mind? How come you can blame everything on us? Do you know how you're making us look like the villains?" Yang Ming cursed angrily.
“Young friend Yang, there’s no need to waste your breath on him. Haven’t you noticed yet? He’s gone mad. If I’m not mistaken, the Son of Angels must need a vessel to descend to earth, and the Black God is His vessel. He has been severely corrupted and gone mad. I estimate that it won’t be long before even his own consciousness is extinguished.”
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
