Chapter 372 Comics
Seeing the two of them staring at him with unpredictable expressions, Magnus, feeling strangely creepy, quickly raised his hand and emphasized, "Don't look at me like that. I'm not like those crazy people who want immortality. I really am."
"I don't want to be an old immortal," he raised his head with a pious face and clasped his hands together in front of his chest. "I am a believer in fate, and I choose to follow it. After all, you have also seen the group of gods who murdered the goddess of fate, Lamodo. Now they all look miserable, half-human, half-ghost—"
"But you deliberately took action to test whether Azuka could break the curse of the goddess of fate." The professor said coldly.
"Your Majesty, how could you think of me like that?" The bard immediately cried out, his face filled with grief. "You saw the horrible state of the owl after she was accidentally injured. How can I be sure that when I take over those damn artifacts she left behind, I won't be cursed by that crazy woman Lamodo? Can't I find some protection for myself, a way out?"
The younger Mad King stared at him expressionlessly, and it was unclear whether he believed it or not. Magnus felt a tingling sensation on his back.
Ironically, the "God of Fate" cannot control fate, but is instead the unfortunate individual chosen by the world to "observe" it. As his power grows, the prophecies become so irresistible to Magnus that his nightly dreams are completely dominated by the Mad King's terrifying face.
The nightmares made the bard dazed and depressed for a long time. Old Brown thought that he was hanging out in casinos and brothels every night, so he treated him harshly and almost refused to let him eat and drink for free and kicked him out of the watch shop.
Magnus was at a loss for words. How could he describe this to anyone? It was as if the entire world was whispering to him: See this guy? Keep an eye on him. Don't let him go crazy and destroy the world again.
Then the bard heard the protagonist of his nightmare suddenly speak without warning: "You are afraid of me."
Those smoky grey eyes studied him thoughtfully. "The last time we met, you were more afraid of Azuka beside me, but now you're even more wary of me—why? What have you 'foreseen' these past two years?"
"you."
Magnus took a deep breath, looking distraught. "My dreams are all about you, my Lord."
Azuka: “…”
My hands are a little itchy.
Sensing a certain deity's unfriendly expression, the cunning bard quickly quickened his pace. Considering what he had witnessed, Magnus didn't believe he could play dirty with His Majesty, especially with a new deity, both in terms of godhood and proven strength, watching closely. At this moment, honesty was the best approach.
Thus the professor and the savior were given another version of the tyrant's later life.
The tyrant devoured the soul fragments of the gods through scheming, thereby gaining the power of "immortality" in dangerous situations, until he successfully killed the old king and sat on the throne.
But this also made his mental state increasingly precarious. Arrogance, madness, tyranny, and indifference—the remnant power of the Four Gods constantly tainted the rationality of the soul that devoured the otherworld. In the later stages, the tyrant even locked himself in his chambers deep within the Kite Heart Palace, demanding that trusted subordinates draw a random page from the tens of thousands of books on his bookshelves every hour. If they couldn't recite it fluently within five seconds, any orders he issued within that hour would be denied.
But soon, he began to feel that he could no longer hold on - he didn't have time.
So during his brief lucid period, the tyrant made a decision: he would devour all the remaining, hidden fragments of the gods' souls at once, and completely destroy these gods who had disrupted him and the world to such an extent, so that these things hiding in the abyss would not return to the world after his death and destroy the existing victory.
"So, Your Majesty, you launched a war of annihilation, vowing to exterminate all believers in the world," Magnus said quietly. Even just repeating it made him feel cold all over.
professor:"……"
Azuka on the side had a frown on his face - or rather, his frown hadn't relaxed since the other party started telling him about his nemesis, things that even he didn't know.
"So this announcement is just a cover?" The Savior said coldly, "To confuse the gods and make them believe that you are truly crazy?"
If he is sane, he would never issue such a crazy order to kill innocent people.
"That's about right." Magnus curled his lips. During that time, he'd even taken orders as the "Great Prophet" to painstakingly publicize the new king's brutality and bloodshed... and his impending death. "Probably also to seize the opportunity to deal with dissidents, eliminate bandits, clean up the remaining military forces of the old king's party, and execute the disobedient leaders of the major religious factions."
"Oh, there's one more thing." He suddenly seemed to remember something and looked up at Azuka. "I don't know if the 'Great Prophet' has guessed it, but I think it has something to do with you."
"He's building momentum for you," those acid-green eyes stared unblinkingly at the God of Resistance and Change, whose pupils were gradually turning golden under the turmoil of his emotions. "In other words, he's carefully crafted you and your companions into the ultimate bait to lure the gods out."
Faith creates the power of binding.
In the current Ambrose continent, what could gain more faith than a savior who leads the world's believers in constant fear and publicly cuts off the head of the Scarlet Tyrant?
The moment the tyrant dies, the gods will descend to the world and seize the body of the chosen one, even if it is a body engraved with the seal of the Storm God. Because this is their only chance, they will no longer have the time or remaining strength to wait for more than ten years to select a new chosen one.
Success or failure depends on this one move, and the gods will spare no effort.
——And the tyrant’s soul can also take the opportunity to devour all the gods in one fell swoop.
"Listen, Your Excellency, have you ever heard of a plan crazier than this?" Magnus laughed to himself - but he only laughed a few times before being forced to keep quiet again.
Because the guy who was "tricked" suddenly burst out with unprecedented terrifying pressure.
After all, the truth was indeed very insulting, the bard thought with some pity, and he would also go crazy in his place.
—Suffering came from him, victory also came from him. Humiliation came from him, glory also came from him. Whether flattering or cursing and struggling, even loving him or hating him, the name of the god was ultimately just a tiny tin soldier held between his index and middle fingers, a spark that erupted from the rumbling of his vast, gentle, and cold soul...
Therefore, Magnus had long ago dismissed the idea that the "love" between the Mad King and the Savior was genuine. As the prophecies grew, he became increasingly convinced that it was perhaps a novel sensory stimulation caused by a reversal of identity, or perhaps a way for them to huddle together for warmth, believing they were both victims of the gods...
——After all, who can truly fall in love with the enemy who has controlled them for half their life?
…But now, Magnus looked at the two men, feeling inexplicably unsure.
Even though his entire attention was focused on the information revealed by the bard, the professor still turned his head to glance at Azuka beside him.
His expression was unclear, but his lowered fingers were trembling slightly. He had never seen this person lose their composure in public like this before, and he couldn't help but touch the other person's fingers lightly with some concern—but then his hand was grasped tightly, as if afraid he would leave, so tightly that it even hurt the professor's bones.
But he didn't struggle and let the man hold him tightly.
"Zephir said that when a god dies, the ideals they represent explode in a very short period of time, potentially leading to 'world destruction.'" Azuka stared blankly into the bard's eyes. "What consequences did the death of the three gods lead to?"
Magnus froze for a moment, his brow furrowed.
"I didn't see any consequences," he said thoughtfully. "But the death of your father, the Storm God Utoska, did indirectly cause the worldline to rewind. But that was only because the gods had first wreaked havoc on the Abyss, and that guy had a complete soul and great power, and he died too close to the Abyss. The Abyss was already riddled with fissures in time and space, causing drastic fluctuations in the Book of Genesis. To avoid world destruction, the timeline had to be reversed... Don't stare at me. This is what fate has given me, and it's fate that has told me to tell you."
Magnus rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Ambrose, the God of Origin, or rather the 'Book of Genesis', is very worried that Your Majesty will go mad again and destroy the world. Otherwise, do you think I want to come here and seek death?!"
The amount of information was overwhelming. Azuka was silent for a moment, then decided to ask the question that had always been on his mind: "When Samuel, the god of night and death, died, strange changes also occurred in the Asachi Valley where the Natalin people lived. Many animals rushed towards the depths of the abyss, even if it meant death."
"That's because his soul is also perfectly intact, and he's been in the abyss for too long, isn't it?" The bard blinked mysteriously. "It's like suddenly pulling out a nail that's been embedded in the flesh for too long. It's bound to cause bleeding and pain. The smell of blood will attract hounds with keen senses... In other words, they've heard the world's cry for help."
“…”
Azuka slowly closed his eyes, his mind constantly recalling the bright and beautiful silver halo he had vaguely seen before he lost consciousness while flipping through the 'Book of Genesis'.
...That was him, the soul of his nemesis, who had devoured so many of the gods' souls that the enemy had temporarily survived in the mortal world. So, he simply chose to follow him, perhaps waiting for his power to dissipate, so that he could die peacefully and completely...
But life and death are different. He never saw him. Only when he was on the verge of death could he vaguely glimpse that great soul. When the God of Storms caused the world line to rewind, the other party once again burned out the last of his strength. While circumventing the rules of fate as much as possible, he used his soul to communicate with him and provided him with a final hint.
——He said, Azuka, you are the protagonist of a broken [comic book].
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