Chapter 239
As the boy relentlessly questioned them, the feigned affection between the two during their reunion, along with the deep bond of brotherhood and unwavering loyalty built up over countless reincarnations, all seemed to shatter at that moment.
The two men's gazes suddenly darkened as they stared silently at the lamb. After a long while, they said, "We were going to let you off the hook because of our past friendship, but since you insist on being so stubborn, there's nothing more to say."
"Let everyone else come out. Is White with you too?"
No one showed up.
The flames of the Gate of Truth crackled and rose and fell with the heavy breathing of the ram-horned demon; apart from that, no other sound could be heard.
The two cautiously extended their spiritual senses, but failed to detect even the slightest extra energy fluctuation, which greatly surprised them.
Even if the person hiding in the shadows is strong enough to evade their detection, now that the facade has been torn off, what need is there for them to hide anymore?
Could it be that... the little lamb didn't find any help?
This assumption struck them as absurd: "You don't actually think you can stop us all by yourself, do you?"
They spent every day together, collaborating and learning from each other countless times, and were very clear about each other's weaknesses.
The twelfth apostle, in particular, has a fatal limitation: his abilities are severely affected by the difference in strength between himself and his enemies, as well as the number of targets he can affect!
Simply put, an A-level sheep can easily control a large group of B-level sheep and barely restrain an A-level sheep.
However, if there are two A-level or one S-level, his abilities will be greatly reduced.
Once the opponent is freed and the "broken window effect" is achieved, the [Silent Sheep] skill will become completely ineffective, and the boy will become a true lamb to the slaughter.
This is why, despite the sheep's incredible abilities, its actual combat strength is only at the bottom among the twelve apostles.
The two instinctively felt that the other wouldn't be so foolish and careless, especially White, who couldn't possibly leave the boy alone to die.
The only thing no one expected was that the boy was really prepared to face the challenge alone.
When the lamb stared at them indifferently, its aura emanating a dark and oppressive presence, their expressions changed again, and they stared in shock.
"This divine power...something's wrong. Why is your divine power completely different from before?!"
The boy did not answer; a blurry emblem appeared on his forehead, faintly gleaming with a black light.
Centered on him, a swirling hurricane appeared out of nowhere, blowing the dark purple hellfire downwards like fields of collapsed wheat.
Amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd, a snow-white lamb appeared, floating behind the boy, its eyes silently curving into a smile.
The same actions were harmless and docile to Xie Xubai, even cute and coquettish.
But towards the people in front of him, he revealed a faint, almost imperceptible sneer, as if looking down on a group of lowly ants.
Just by exchanging a single glance with the Lamb God, someone in the group suddenly had their eyeballs burst, clutching their bleeding eye sockets and letting out a heart-wrenching scream.
The next second, there were soft popping sounds, and a series of blood blisters swelled up on their skin. In the blink of an eye, the blood blisters covered their entire bodies, making them look like a twisted and disgusting humanoid tumor. Suddenly, their bodies burst open, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere!
Just one glance, and more than twenty of the group of sixty-odd people died!
Both the red-haired man and the black-haired man were shaken to their core.
Whether it was the dark aura emanating from the divine power or the bizarre and cruel way of dying, it all confirmed the ancient identity of the legendary beings—the Great Old Ones!
Both the Great Old Ones and the Outer Gods wield the power of laws; they are powerful deities who transcend individual planets and exist in the universe or in different dimensions of time and space.
The difference is that Outer Gods are powerful deities that exist outside the universe, existing in an abstract and intangible form. Their number remains a mystery to this day, and theoretically they are infinite.
The Great Old Ones are native deities of Earth, possessing concrete forms. They once ruled the Earth, bringing destruction and despair to the land. Until ancient times, they were sealed or banished to mysterious realms inaccessible to humans for some unspeakable reason, and thus disappeared.
Even today, those hidden forces continue to influence humanity, creating one astonishing event after another, and urban legends.
If humanity could have made large-scale contracts with the Great Old Ones, perhaps the situation wouldn't have been so difficult in the first place.
However, this is impossible!
Once upon a time, there was a researcher in the research organization "The Tower" whose inspiration was extraordinary. He had just had a similar idea, and the next second he mutated in public, his body twisted and turned into a bloody mess.
No one can withstand the twisted and chaotic will of these ancient gods! They are beings that humanity absolutely shuns to come into contact with!
Aside from that outrageous guy White, who could make an evil god willingly seal his own body for him, is there really a second person in the world who can form a contract with an Old One unscathed?
The divine power released by the Lamb God was like a howling hurricane. The red-haired man was in pain all over his body, and his skin cracked open, itching unbearably. It seemed as if something was about to squeeze out from inside. He was so frightened that he quickly set up a barrier to defend himself!
One by one, the people around them mutated because they could not resist the divine power, exploding like strings of blood-red fireworks. The two were instantly terrified, their hands and feet turned cold, and they had the urge to retreat.
The black-haired man gritted his teeth and hissed, "Let's go, there's no way we can fight this!"
But at this moment...
puff--
The lamb suddenly vomited blood.
Even more bizarrely, the blood actually congealed into a blood clot upon landing and bounced around lively!
The two red-haired men looked up and saw that the lamb's forehead was covered in cold sweat, its face was contorted with pain, and it was tightly covering its mouth, forcibly stuffing the fleshy tentacles that had emerged back into its mouth.
The two suddenly realized that the little lamb couldn't control the divine power bestowed by the Great Old Ones at all; he was just putting on a brave face!
For a moment, they were filled with mixed feelings of joy and sorrow.
The good thing is that as long as time is delayed, the boy will transform into a monster, lose himself, and die.
...But what is it that I'm worried about?
That was just a momentary feeling of reluctance and confusion, which quickly disappeared in the ecstasy of discovering a turning point!
The two revealed the emblems of the chosen ones, but what appeared was a huge black steel coffin that stood upright and was comparable to the ram-horned demon that reached the ceiling!
Countless long nails of thorns were stuck into the coffin, crisscrossing and densely packed, piercing through it and extending to the other end. The nails trembled slightly, as if a living creature was imprisoned inside.
The two raised their hands, and the chains wrapped around the black coffin suddenly tightened in all directions!
Under this invisible pressure, all the thorns and nails suddenly sank inward, half of the nails piercing in, severely injuring the being trapped inside once more. The coffin shook violently from the inside out, emitting a piercing and mournful wail.
The familiar divine power fluctuations spread, and the little lamb stared in astonishment and anger.
That is clearly Agni, the fire god of ancient Indian Tantric Buddhism, and Thanatos, the god of death in ancient Greek mythology!
Suppressing his discomfort, the boy roared angrily, "...What did you do to those two gods?!"
The system restricts deities from appearing in the mortal world. Only with the support and encouragement of the wills of countless deities who have failed to appear can one deity successfully respond to the call of the people, risking damage to their divine body.
To aid humanity, to defend the Earth, they risked their lives and honor! How could they, how could they...?!
By then, almost everyone else was dead, and the hellfire crackled and swayed precariously amidst the wails of the two gods, as if telling the story of this tragic situation.
The two red-haired men listened to the wailing and the lamb's questioning without saying a word.
Golden blood flowed from the coffin, running down the nails and gathering at their tips. It poured over the two men like a waterfall, and was absorbed by their bodies in the blink of an eye.
Their postures changed, their bodies slowly growing larger in proportion, revealing translucent divine forms, solemn and sacred, exuding overwhelming power, their voices booming like a great bell: "Give up, little lamb. As long as you withdraw the Gate of Truth and clear the way, we will give you a quick death."
The lamb was utterly disgusted: "Get out!!"
The boy resolutely lowered his head, hugged his arms, and trembled all over in excruciating pain.
What seemed slow actually happened in an instant. His body suddenly swelled up, and the unbalanced gravity forced him to lie prone on the ground like a wild beast on all fours.
The human limbs transformed into uneven chunks of flesh, splitting open in several places to grow mouths full of sharp teeth. Hands and feet became short, thick hooves, and the head gradually melted away and became concave. Large clumps of hair fell out like withered leaves, while the remaining dozen or so grew continuously, transforming into thick, whip-like tentacles.
A massive mass, whip-like tentacles, resembling a tree stump—it was the dark offspring of ancient legends, the young black goat.
The two red-haired men, who had briefly gained the power of a false god by absorbing the blood of a deity, rushed forward without hesitation. The Vulcan's fur fell off, turning into a sea of fire that stretched all the way to the cub's feet.
The black goat calf let out a sharp cry, bursting through the flames like a mountain, and biting down on the Grim Reaper's scythe!
The three forces collided with each other, and in an instant, the entire passage was reduced to dust amidst violent fluctuations. Three enormous figures broke through the passage's barrier and stood tall between heaven and earth.
This massive spectacle spread across the entire eleventh floor of the Black Tower. The ground collapsed and cracked inch by inch, the sun was struck and fell into the ocean, unleashing a hundred-meter-high tsunami that engulfed the surrounding buildings. The entire world suddenly went dark and fell into boundless turmoil!
Death raised his scythe-wielding arm, and in the midst of a raging wind, severed the tentacles of the black goat's cub, splattering blood everywhere.
The cub let out a miserable scream, turned its jaws around and bit down on Death's throat, tearing out blood-soaked, stark white bones.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, the God of Fire raised his hands, his palms covering the sky and the sun. Raging flames gathered from all directions, like a vortex condensing in his palms.
Upon seeing this, the black goat cub turned and charged at the Vulcan! The Vulcan's internal organs dislocated, and his ferocious face seized the cub's body, as flames shot into the sky!
The temperature soared to several thousand degrees, and the gravel instantly vaporized into charcoal. Several whip-like tentacles were ignited, sizzling and releasing a burnt smell.
In the midst of this fierce battle, no one saw a spatial pocket fall out from the gaps in the burned tentacles, fall into the sea of fire, burn to ashes, and reveal a golden brush.
The God of Fire roared with fury, his fists gathering flames and crashing down on the cub with the force of a landslide!
Death clutched his broken throat, his scythe raised high, its cold light like the moon, as he cleaved the cub's vertebrae!
The brush vibrated violently, and in a flash, it turned into a golden light that shot up from the ground, like a dazzling meteor in the night, and crashed straight into the Vulcan's heavy fist!
The shockwave spread out like a spiderweb, sending the golden light, whose divine power was slightly inferior, flying backward and then turning back at an incredible angle in mid-air.
The young black goat seized the opportunity to break free of Death, and tentacles surged out like a tide, entangling and eroding His bones.
Golden light followed one after another, like an arrow leaving a trail of afterimages, piercing through the palm of death!
The scythe broke off from Death's severed hand and fell. Before Death could struggle, it was caught in the tentacles.
Caught off guard, Vulcan fell backward. Barely regaining his balance, he looked at the bloodied and mangled hand and roared furiously, "Who is it?!"
The next second, He suddenly saw the golden light standing in mid-air, and His pupils shrank: "Wh..."
Without hesitation, the golden light, carrying the might of thunder, rushed straight towards His face.
Even if the red-haired man's phantom of the fire god was weak, it still possessed the strength of a pseudo-god, while Xie Xubai had not yet become a god.
This attack failed to break through His defenses, only inflicting pain and rage upon Him. Flames surged, scorching the air red, and He pushed the golden light away bit by bit: "Do you still think you're the mighty First Apostle you once were? Now that you've fallen to the status of an ordinary person and are starting to cultivate again, who can you possibly defeat?!"
But the golden light was as steady as a mountain, and it coalesced into Xie Xubai's slender and upright figure.
His gaze was piercing, and with his eyelashes lowered, he respectfully called out, "Gods above, please lend me a hand and annihilate these two villains before me."
In an instant, a mighty dragon roar resounded from the depths of Xie Xubai's soul, and an irresistible pressure crashed into the red-haired man's divine body like a tsunami!
The red-haired man was struck hard and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
At the same time, the grapevines meandered out, and before the latter could catch its breath, it smelled a refreshing aroma of wine. Its consciousness became blurred, and it almost fell asleep. It hurriedly shook its head to try to wake up, but its solid body became unstable and swayed.
The next second, golden light burst forth, shattering the precarious Dharma body!
The red-haired man screamed in agony as his divine body vanished and he was sent flying backward.
He sensed a dangerous aura approaching and looked up in alarm. He saw Xie Xubai, whose mouth was bleeding, expressionlessly extend his hand. Golden light gathered in his palm and pressed down on Xie Xubai's terrified face, leaving him powerless to break free.
The two moved like shooting stars, leaving a straight and fierce afterimage in the air, stretching from the clouds to the ground!
boom--!
Debris flew everywhere, and the earth cracked outwards like a spider web!
Thick smoke billowed, and the red-haired man coughed weakly, half-dead. He looked up and met Xie Xubai's icy, emotionless eyes, and his heart pounded with terror: "White! Spare me, cough cough! Spare me, I'm also—"
Xie Xubai's eyes turned gold as he met the red-haired man's gaze and asked quickly, "How do we break the Fire God's seal?"
The red-haired man shuddered, his eyes glazed over, and he instinctively obeyed the command, saying, "Just destroy..."
Xie Xubai read his thoughts first, and before he could finish speaking, his spiritual power instantly penetrated into his sea of consciousness, like a sharp sword being drawn from its sheath, shattering the God-Binding Restriction set up by the system!
The red team suffered a backlash, arching his body in pain, vomiting blood and bile, and his neck veins bulging.
At the same time, the black steel coffin behind him shattered from top to bottom, breaking into pieces with a snap, revealing a wounded divine body under the sky.
Xie Xubai stood up, panting heavily, and vomited a mouthful of blood!
He exhaled with difficulty, his heart filled with concern for the little lamb's safety. Just as he was about to go and help, his heavily injured body suddenly shot out faster than him in mid-air. In a flash, he stretched out four arms, holding a magic staff in his left hand, prayer beads and a triangular mudra in his right, and his body was covered in flames.
Whoosh—
The celestial staff was ignited by raging flames, illuminating half of the night! His eyes were filled with chilling killing intent as he raised the staff and slashed through the sky, smashing the black-haired man's divine body to pieces!
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