Chapter 423 Bullet
Analene recognized the seemingly insignificant gadgets in the hands of those from otherworlds. In the last century, when the Old Gods were active, she had never seen such a thing as a "gun." However, thanks to her frequent attempts to influence the present world, she was no stranger to the power of these iron lumps.
Come on, shoot! Analenie murmured loudly in her heart, her eyes gradually reddened with excitement. Begin this sinful and shameless execution, aiming at the god's neck, letting the bullet from those cold, transparent gray eyes pierce his throat, just like shooting a flying bird, letting his head fall to the ground -
Even Odles's face showed some surprise and expectation, and he couldn't help but slow down the action of gathering all the released divine power into the depths of the soul of this body.
The human hiding behind the god pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Bang--!"
Dazzling sparks burst out from the muzzle.
A body froze for a moment before collapsing silently. Its eyes were wide open, staring into the void. Before it could even struggle, it was completely lifeless.
A very clear bloody hole appeared on the forehead of the Feroth man, and one could even see the rough and slippery reefs on the surface through it.
Analene's eyes widened in disbelief.
The blood slowly flowed down, and the bullet, which was filled with the expectations of the two old gods, passed by the edge of the new god's neck with an extremely elegant and precise trajectory, piercing the forehead of the deceased. It was crushed by the stone wall under the huge impact force, and the remaining half of the hot bullet head fell to the ground, bounced on the ground, rolled, and made a crisp clanging sound.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
The next second, the roar of the sea god Odras, mixed with the screams of the goddess of love Analene, suddenly exploded the entire space.
“——What have you done!!”
The Godslayer of sorts slowly lowered his gun, his expression eerily calm, his gray eyes gleaming.
"First of all, when I was teaching at Baita University, the first lesson I taught to freshmen was the dialectical relationship between matter and consciousness."
Under the murderous intent of the two old gods that was almost condensed into substance, this hateful human actually began to calmly talk about some seemingly unrelated digressions.
"The soul is truly a special and wonderful thing," the black-haired young man slowly explained to the two old fogies, one of whom was illiterate. "In my world, it's immaterial, but in this world, it's more like some kind of substance that can be changed. But no matter what, it's difficult for it to exist apart from the body, or to exist for a long time."
The sea god Odile had no desire to listen to these wasted words; he simply wanted to roar and charge forward, tearing the other man to pieces. He had never imagined that a tiny piece of metal, a pre-destroyed human body he had intended to discard, would drive him to such a state of disgrace, preventing him from even a dignified mutual destruction.
But in their spiritual state, the brilliance of those from another world was even more terrifying. Odrais had a premonition that if he dared to rush forward recklessly, he would be immediately and completely swallowed by the icy sun.
Without believers here to serve as a medium, he could no longer return to the abyss. As for continuing to detonate his godhead? Every second he appeared in the mortal realm as a spirit was rapidly draining his strength. The strength he had tried to gather hadn't even dissipated much—he couldn't afford to waste time talking. He needed to find a new body, and there were many believers of the Sea God on the battlefield!
"Shut up! Bugs from another world!" The soul of the sea god expanded rapidly, and the remaining divine power rushed around like an out-of-control wave.
However, the human ignored him and continued to speak to himself, "Secondly, since both warriors and sorcerers trigger magical fluctuations when they take action, the powerful in this world are truly overconfident and rely on their own acumen for magic, easily ignoring the most basic laws of physics and chemical reactions."
——This is especially true for the old gods who lived in the last century when there were no guns and even explosives were just beginning to be used.
"But in your time, all of this is indeed very reasonable. After all, ordinary people throwing stones can't pose a fatal threat to the strong."
The black-haired young man elegantly hooked the pistol loosely with his fingers and explained to them very tolerantly, but the two old gods did not want to thank him for his understanding at all.
"It's a shame that guns have appeared," the professor said calmly. "Humanity has completely mastered the art of killing at a low cost, no longer relying solely on fists and magic."
...Of course, if Poseidon had not gathered all his divine power into the depths of his soul and had not thought about protecting this fragile human body at all, and if almost all his mind was focused on this "betrayal" drama, he would not have succeeded so easily.
The Sea God had obviously thought of this, and his rage only grew stronger. The crack in the rock wall where they were hiding suddenly began to tremble violently, and huge pieces of rubble fell one after another.
Azuka frowned, and the wind swirled up from under his feet, spinning and condensing in the small space with cold and calm murderous intent until it completely surrounded the two old gods and collided with the sea god's manic and outward divine power without hesitation.
The two invisible forces clashed fiercely, emitting a sharp, humming sound that seemed to distort even space and time. The raging power of the Sea God was instantly shattered, then completely crushed and devoured by the even more violent airflow, until it vanished into thin air. Even the solid stone walls affected by the impact were silently reduced to dust, and even the smoke and dust that rose up was completely swallowed up.
The professor was shaken by the powerful shockwave and instinctively reached out to hold the shoulder of the person in front of him. The next second, someone grabbed his wrist and pulled him into a hug, carefully protecting his head from anything that might hit him. Even stone would be instantly crushed to dust upon contact with the howling wind wall.
This extremely intimate and natural behavior made Analenie's eyes tear up: the so-called "quarrel", the so-called "revenge", and even those imaginative, ambiguous and pitiful so-called "traces" - they were definitely all performed by these two guys in front of her!
Odile's soul howled like a dying beast. Completely despairing, he no longer tried to break free, but instead began to collapse inward with determination and madness, until it became extremely small and bright. A destructive, shuddering wave suddenly erupted, sweeping across the entire narrow space amid Analene's screams!
The professor felt his head being pressed tightly into someone's arms. The devastating noises from the outside world seemed to have nothing to do with him. He could only clearly hear the other person's steady, clear, and slightly rapid heartbeat.
When everything died down, the sudden silence following the roar left only a faint buzzing in his ears. Bewildered, the black-haired young man wrenched his head from the savior's embrace—the scene was utterly devastated. Even with his attempts to mitigate the damage, the clash of the two gods' divine powers had still caused a significant portion of the cliff face to collapse. The exposed fractures were hideously twisted, as if they had been gnawed by an invisible beast. Farther out, the sea was completely silent, as if the tsunami had never occurred.
"Are you okay?" Azuka nervously touched the back of the person in his arms. Seeing the person shake his head slightly, he breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his chin on the soft black hair, and quickly stood up again.
"Odelais is dead." Before the professor could ask, he said calmly: "As for Analene - she is here."
The goddess of love, Analene, was about to slip away quietly during the chaos, but was met with the majestic golden eyes: "..."
She immediately forced a charming and ingratiating smile at the person from another world: "Congratulations on getting what you wanted, my dear - look, I have done everything I promised you, right?"
"You also promised to help me break free from the 'control' of the God of Resistance and Change and give me something 'he can't give me'." The professor corrected Analene with an expressionless face as her expression became increasingly stiff. Then he felt the arm around his waist suddenly tighten.
Sensing that his old enemy was playing tricks with ill intentions, Azuka played along, narrowing his eyes dangerously, his voice suddenly becoming deeper: "Did she really tell you that?"
Analeni cursed the otherworldly being in her heart a thousand times, but on the surface she had to put on an aggrieved expression and try to defend herself, or perhaps to sow discord, saying, "Your Excellency, he told me all these things first, and I just followed his lead."
The God of Love's voice was like a soft little snake crawling across the sand, mixed with endless temptation: "He complained to me that your control over him was suffocating him. He didn't want to live in your shadow anymore. He longed for power, strength, true freedom... and eternal life that belonged only to him."
She had to continue to delay time, Analene thought with gritted teeth, and then, while the new god was not paying attention, she would immediately leave Apatra's body and escape back to the abyss - as for the consequences of the death of the sea god on the abyss, she had no time to care.
Seeing no sign of change on his face, Analene gritted her teeth and continued to persuade him, "What's more, he swore an oath before me, before the Okansele River, that he would avenge you. Respected God of Struggle and Change, do you really want to keep such a hissing, vicious, and ruthless serpent by your side?"
Unexpectedly, the young New God blinked and replied decisively, "Sure."
Under the unusually horrified gaze of the God of Love, he even revealed an exceptionally gentle and bright smile: "After all, I very much look forward to his revenge. No matter what form it takes, I will accept it calmly."
——The head that he chopped off with his own hands will always be his original sin in his heart.
Then the Savior heard the tyrant in his arms say coldly: "Then in retaliation, let go."
The professor's face darkened as he struggled to pull away the arm that was involuntarily tightening. "Damn it! You're strangling me to the point of suffocating me!"
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