Chapter 268 Name
Analene took a close look at this overpowerful spirit for the first time.
In the eyes of the dead, he shone so brightly, like a blazing sun, that she hardly dared even look at him. But "I am the god of love and desire," the inscription, almost nailed to her skeleton, had long since instilled in her. Analene, while instinctively fearing him, could not help but subconsciously look down on him. She would never allow herself to be afraid of a ridiculous mortal.
Those heroes, monarchs, saints, or even gods who had left countless legends in history books, who had been worshipped on the altar by thousands of people, who had conquered all the great deeds worthy of praise, who had even been about to enter the realm called "immortality" - but in the end, didn't they still wag their tails and beg for mercy in the poisonous honey flowing between her lips, imploring her to toy with their souls at will?
No one in the world can escape from love.
"Ah, I see." The Goddess of Love suddenly chuckled strangely. Her pronunciation was light and smooth, as if a venomous snake was moving between her teeth. "So you are a stowaway from another world, sneaking into this one. Zephyr, you are wrong. We cannot know or understand the names of people from other worlds, right?"
The professor slowly narrowed his eyes.
"You're saying... his soul is powerful enough to traverse the turbulence of time and space?" The God of Light and Glory, standing nearby, couldn't help but look astonished. The massive statue rumbled down its head, gazing at the ant-like human in comparison. It demanded sternly, "Human from another world, how on earth did you do it?"
"What exactly is the Book of Creation?" the otherworldly soul asked coldly and sharply, "Where is it? Or rather, where are your souls trapped?"
"You are very smart." The God of Light and Glory said slowly, "I have to admit that a mere human being can see so many things. You are indeed very smart, a rare talent in this world. Or did Samuel tell you this?"
"He didn't want to 'tell' me anything, but unfortunately I always managed to deduce more." The professor stared expressionlessly at the massive statue—damn it, discerning the changing expressions on a stone statue was a difficult task. He could only combine the fragments he had obtained from the soul fragments of the God of Night and Death and trick him: "Let me guess. To escape their 'death', the gods found the 'Book of Genesis', but they lost their bodies due to the surrounding... 'turbulence of time and space', leaving only their souls trapped near the Book of Genesis."
"Unwilling to fade away in the turbulence of time and space, you followed the prophecy left by the goddess of fate, Lamodo, and sought the person chosen by the Book of Genesis and attempted to seize their body." He sneered, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Esmeri was the first experiment, but unfortunately, it failed—so you set your sights on another world, my world."
After a brief silence, the statue of the God of Light and Glory suddenly roared with laughter. The laughter was so deafening that it shook the entire church violently. The professor stumbled and subconsciously grabbed the Savior's arm.
"Wise man from another world, I admire you!" Zephir said loudly. "If it were my time, I would make you my favored one and the military advisor to my army. Your name will shine forever in all the conquered lands!"
"Sorry, you're late." Azuka supported the man, raised his eyes and chuckled coldly when he heard the words: "After all, your time has long ended."
"It doesn't have to end." The God of Light and Glory said gloomily, "New God, that old Samuel must have tried to win you over—what did he promise you that made you choose to kill him?"
Before Azuka could reply, the other party replied, "But I guess it's just some unfounded fantasy. The old man has been going crazy for a long time."
"What about you? What can you give me?" Azuka asked calmly.
"Everything," Zephir said arrogantly. "I have followers all over the continent of Ambrose, and this has been going on for three or four hundred years. As for you, New God, your lifespan is now only equivalent to that of a slightly older human. Without my help, how can you survive? And how can you quickly win new followers under such circumstances?"
"You love him, don't you? It's a pity he's just an ordinary man with a short lifespan." Analene, standing by, chimed in, "But I know a secret technique that allows lovers to share a lifespan—don't you want him to be by your side forever?"
Seeing the God of Light give her a cold glance, the Goddess of Love smiled sweetly, "Don't look at me like that, dear Zephyr. We still have two of the Chosen Ones. Samuel is dead. Once we kill Odileus, we'll have two vessels, and everything will be more than enough."
"If you've been paying attention to the present world," Azuka interrupted them calmly, "you'd know that the 'two vessels' you're referring to are my closest friends."
"I'm sorry, dear." The God of Love said softly, "If you gain something, you must lose something. How can there be so many perfect things in the world?"
"How can someone who achieves great things be so indecisive!" The God of Light and Glory slammed his spear to the ground and shouted, "New God! If you don't even have this much awareness, how dare you dare to stand shoulder to shoulder with me?!"
The young god, pressed by the two gods, did not respond. Instead, he lowered his eyes and looked at the human beside him: "Do you have any other questions?"
"They can't answer any further." The black-haired young man said indifferently, "It's probably related to fate. Anything involving the Book of Creation cannot be expressed through words."
——Including his name.
The God of Struggle and Change smiled gently, but his eyes were exceptionally cold and indifferent as he glanced at the two gods, who were showing expressions of shock and anger. "So, they are no longer useful?"
Before the professor could answer, Zephir flew into a rage: "Arrogant and rude man!"
Along with the roar of the gods, the fantasy world began to shake violently, countless fire rains fell, and a hellish scene appeared faintly - the professor's eyes suddenly went dark, he was hugged into someone's arms, and warm and soft wings surrounded him. For a moment, he was a little distracted and even wanted to grab a handful of feathers to try to take back.
"Do you think this is the real world?" The God of Light and Glory roared, "Here, I am the only God! And you are nothing but a filthy beast wandering around!"
"Why did you scold me too?" The God of Love complained dissatisfiedly, "If you hadn't insisted, I wouldn't want to play this trick of believers and the devil with you!"
"But your followers are really good at making up stories. I really like the idea of the devil." Analene suddenly giggled at Azuka in an ambiguous way. "My dear, is it fun? Watching the one you love being controlled by the purest desire, as ferocious and wanton as a beast without reason. It's a pity that he didn't dig out your heart and eat it, or that you didn't catch him begging for food in the crowd - ah, what a terrifying look, are you angry?"
Zephir didn't bother to listen to what the madwoman was saying. Back in the golden age of the gods, he wouldn't have minded lazily watching the goddess of love's mischief, perhaps even indulging a bit in this goddess, renowned for her stunning beauty and wicked temper. But now, the towering statue unhesitatingly raised its sacred spear, a spear powerful enough to pierce the sun.
The entire church was dissolving, the faces of the saints in the stained glass windows were shattered and distorted one by one, and the gorgeous gilded decorations melted into golden liquid, flowing freely on the scorched and cracked earth - and behind the statue, a halo composed of tens of thousands of platinum runes was emerging, and the holy spear in his hand had lost its substance, transformed into a torrent of light beams that penetrated the sky and the earth.
"Don't look up." Someone gently held down the professor's head as he was about to raise it, and slender fingers wrapped around the back of his neck. "It will burn your eyes."
"Stupid! Ridiculous!" Zephir sneered at the disdain. Despite his enormous stature, the Holy Lance fell towards the two at an extremely fast speed like a meteor. The devil's wings instantly burned in the bright light at a speed visible to the naked eye. "Young god, you have never experienced what a war between gods is!"
Azuka's figure swayed for a moment, and he disappeared from the spot. The next second, he appeared beside the ear of the statue. Amid the latter's earth-shaking roar, most of his arm was cut off by the long sword that appeared in the hands of the blond young man at some point, and fell to the ground, stirring up a large amount of dust.
"I doubt the war of the gods will break out between the living and the dead," the God of Resistance and Change sneered infuriatingly. "Much less between a stone statue and a fantastical creature from a folk tale concocted to scare a sleep-deprived child."
Zephyr looked thoroughly infuriated by him.
"Please tell me your real name."
The professor was stunned for a moment when another voice suddenly rang out in his ear. He immediately understood what the other person was trying to do. However, while dodging the Light God's spear, the other person still had the presence of mind to whisper to him, "Trust me, I understand."
His voice became increasingly gentle, even carrying a hint of bewitching intensity: "Please tell me, the name that truly belongs only to you, the name that carries your past, your soul, your homeland, and your ideals..."
Azuka had long been keenly aware that his old enemy's recognition of the word "Professor" even surpassed the name given by the Brody family, so he rarely called the other party by his name.
But now, an anchor that has been silent on the seabed for a long time, an anchor that has been eroded by time, piled with layers of mud and sand, and covered with rust, is suddenly dragged out of the water little by little by external force, and once again sees the infinitely rotating, magnificent and grand universe.
【Across the sky.】
The professor raised his eyes, his dark eyes reflecting the gentle, bright blue eyes of another person. He was calm and resolute, sharp and frank: [My name is Yue Cangqiong.]
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