Chapter 189 Death
The darkness inside the entire temple became increasingly dense, as if it was about to liquefy and drip down along the twelve stone pillars of the temple.
Filled with fear and ecstasy, the temple priests knelt, muttering prayers loudly. But their god didn't even glance at them. With a casual, casual grab, the priests screamed silently, as if some invisible force had ripped the life force from their chests. Their exposed skin aged and decayed at a visible rate until they were reduced to skeletons wrapped in flesh. They fell silently to the temple floor, and the soul that floated on the little prince's body became more solid.
Nova: “…”
Based on his experience of meeting gods so far, this is the first time he has seen a god whose believers who are completely loyal to him are so "wasteful". It seems that the other party has no intention of adhering to the concept of sustainable development at all.
Among the four main gods, the God of Night and Death was a very special one. First, he lived the longest, nearly five hundred years, making him an "old fellow" compared to the other main gods. Second, he was very low-key, so low-key that his faith was almost exclusively spread within a single ethnic group through blood ties, and would only grow explosively in areas with large numbers of casualties after wars and plagues. During the last century, the continent of Ambrose was constantly at war.
So what they were facing now was a god from five hundred years ago, and almost nothing was known about him - fortunately, the other party had probably read the little prince's memory, so they could still communicate in the common language, but no matter how they listened to it, it had a bit of a Lama accent.
The voice of the God of Night and Death resounded majestically through every crack in the temple's bricks and stones: "New God, state your name."
"I'm Azuka." The young blond god calmly took a step forward, blocking his companions behind him.
Nova keenly noticed that the opponent's arm muscles were completely tense, and the exposed side of his face was unprecedentedly cold and stern.
Samuel didn't seem to take the New God's hostility and vigilance seriously, and was even in the mood for conversation: "How many years has it been since a New God appeared? Three hundred years, or four hundred years?"
"If the Old Gods hadn't blocked the path to godhood, the number of 'gods' would undoubtedly be far greater than it is now." Azuka sneered, "Of course, this wouldn't necessarily be a good thing for humanity."
Suddenly he found himself becoming a god. After discussing and researching with the professor, they finally came to a conclusion: one of the necessary conditions for becoming a god is that the origin can directly resonate with a certain concept - but because the old gods were unwilling to allow the new gods to snatch and divide the believers across the continent with them, they simply united to strangle the non-believers, so that no new gods appeared.
"Very clever." Samuel laughed a strange, hoarse laugh, his voice like fingernails scratching rusted iron. "Unfortunately, when you discover that the day you become a god is the beginning of the dissolution of your personality and the annihilation of your soul, when you realize that despite being a god, you must constantly live under the ominous sign of 'death,' you will inevitably become our accomplice."
How long do you think you can live? The god of night and death silently mocked the newborn god.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment. These words were like thunderclaps. Except for the professor, all the conscious people present were dumbfounded by extreme horror, their faces changing drastically.
Maxine stared at Little Prince Hadi in shock. What on earth was the god who had descended upon him saying? What did he mean by, "Becoming a god is the beginning of the dissolution of personality and annihilation of the soul"?
Azuka stared at Samuel calmly: "You might as well make your words more clear."
"You should have noticed that as time passes, your resonance with the ideal will become deeper and deeper. The more you use divine power, the faster it will go. Only the power of faith can alleviate this."
The God of Night and Death surprisingly seemed quite patient, but the shadows behind him, twisting like thick fog, seemed to conceal chains that stretched to an unknown destination. "You will increasingly wield the power of ideas, becoming ever more powerful—until you become completely reduced to the ideas themselves, and the shackles called 'transcendence' will remain unbreakable no matter what."
“…”
"None of us would accept that becoming a god would lead to such a fate," Samuel said coldly. "The gods have tried many methods, but unfortunately, they have failed one by one. Now they have come up with this ridiculous farce. I don't believe those idiots can really succeed. But you look like a smart person, why don't you help me?"
"What exactly is the concept that your godhead represents?"
He actually earnestly invited the young, newly born god to join his camp: "I have studied quite a bit about how to break the shackles of 'transcendence,' but I dare not expend too much divine power. First, help me sacrifice all the humans in Port Morris. If you do not wish to harm the citizens of my homeland, the Gray Realm Alliance is also an option. As long as you buy me a little more time in the mortal world, once I succeed, I will surely help you escape the threat of death."
When he mentioned "sacrifice," he seemed to be extremely nonchalant, not caring at all about the tens of thousands of lives lost. Talon's face turned pale - what kind of terrible demon had they released?
"Then how long will this process last? Until the personality is completely swallowed up by the idea?" the young new god suddenly asked.
"Seventy years, only seventy incredibly short years!" Upon mentioning this topic, the God of Night and Death suddenly twisted his voice with resentment: "Power, knowledge, pleasure, power, wealth, lovers, everything is readily available to us, but we can only enjoy it for a short seventy years——"
"——Are you really willing to let this happen?!"
The blond god suddenly let out a light breath.
“…That’s good.”
Under Samuel's incredulous stare, the God of Struggle and Change glanced behind him and smiled gently. His blue eyes were filled with unusually tranquil peace and contentment, as if he had finished a major matter and was now slumped in front of his own fireplace, feeling relieved.
He sighed and said, "It seems that I will die like an ordinary human being, along with everything I love."
Death has its end. Regardless of whether the professor has thought about this aspect or not, the savior himself has already made plans for the "lifespan" of God.
If the gods were truly as long-lived as legends say, then that would be the best of all. He, not his moon, would be the one who continued to shoulder the burden of reality and ideals, living on memories amidst countless bitter pains.
If he were unlucky enough to die sooner than the other person...if he was a great and selfless hero, perhaps he should give up begging the moon to bow its head, so that when the day of farewell comes, the pain will not be too intense.
...Unfortunately, he is not, and the reality is much better than he imagined.
"...extremely foolish." The tone of the God of Night and Death became extremely cold.
A quagmire filled with dark shadows suddenly appeared at Samuel's feet. Without even a frown, the god snatched Talon, who was quietly approaching him from the shadows, out of the shadows. Talon seemed almost driven mad by the truth. He thrust his dagger into the young prince's chest, and countless shadows descended from the temple's dome, attempting to imprison the boy's body.
"I will, delay time—" Talon roared with great effort in the direction of the blond god: "Kill him—!"
"——Return Hadi-sama's body to you!"
"Ant." Samuel pulled out the dagger expressionlessly, threw it on the ground, and said indifferently.
He flung his hand, and a massive crack suddenly appeared in the temple floor, revealing an endless abyss of darkness beneath. Talon was flung into it, powerless to fight back, and he began to age at an accelerated rate until, like the priests, he was reduced to a skeleton.
“…Alan.”
The crack closed, and a faint, trembling word rolled out of the old man's throat, but soon even the tail tone dissipated in the wind.
The sky over Port Morris suddenly darkened. Slaves, commoners, and nobles alike looked up in bewilderment, witnessing in horror and despair the sun's complete annihilation by darkness. Inside the temple, countless corpses, slumped on the floor tiles and the Eternal Night Parade, "came to life." Countless translucent, blood-soaked, gruesome undead spirits emerged from the walls and tiles, forming a vast army, roaring and snarling as they descended upon the crowd like a tsunami of destruction.
Azuka frowned, clenching his right hand in the air. A sword brimming with golden divine fire materialized in his grasp. A howling wind blew, and as the undead souls came into contact with the massive storm unleashed by the sword's edge, their rotting flesh and decaying bones were rapidly eroded, turning to shreds.
But the Scourge of the Undead is endless.
The wind carried the Savior's words clearly to their ears: "Mashlin, take the professor away from here."
Nova frowned, feeling unusually nervous. He turned towards Azuka and asked, "How confident are you? If you can't win, run away. I have a backup plan."
The God of Night and Death was obviously a god with a complete soul, which was by no means comparable to the soul fragments they had dealt with before.
Plus, as Samuel said, the longer the time, the stronger the power. After five hundred years, even without a body, the opponent is still extremely powerful, even more powerful than the Storm God Utoska, for whom the Savior once exchanged his life. The only flaw is that Samuel dares not use too much divine power, but because of this, he will definitely choose a fatal blow.
Azuka's eyes softened. He smiled softly at his nemesis, but didn't respond. Then, the professor felt a gentle breeze quickly envelop him and Maxine. A crack, shimmering with golden divine power, appeared in the void, and they were "sucked" in. Samuel's furious roar could be heard faintly before he left.
"——Are you a space god?!"
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