On the ground, Eileen's body floated upwards, and then—as if crushed—it broke into large pieces and merged into the black power.
Like a sacrifice offered up, the entire sky seemed to be shattered as Eileen opened a passage connecting the two worlds.
Lucas stomped his staff on the ground, looked up at the sky, and proclaimed, "Welcome to the arrival of my god! I am your representative in the human world, and I am willing to serve my god!"
So-called messengers and spokespeople.
In fact, he was the leader of the gods' followers, and like Eileen who was sacrificed, he was an anchor point for the gods' positioning. However, as an anchor point, the requirements for him were extremely strict.
Lucas is a mission taker, so his physical and spiritual strength naturally meets the requirements. As for Eileen—even if she doesn't meet the requirements, she will still have an extra bonus as the female lead.
However, compared to Irene, the sacrifice, Lucas's status was clearly much higher, as he could communicate with the gods one-way.
Finally, as the light of day broke through, a figure emerged from the gaping hole in the sky. It was a hunched, gaunt old man holding a lantern that emitted a faint, black mist, as if communicating with the underworld.
"Aldridge, it's been a long time."
The old man's hoarse voice came as he descended from the sky step by step. With each step, boundless black mist surged forward, then condensed into steps at the old man's feet, disappearing again after he had passed.
In the glow of the sunset, Aldrich looked coldly at the old man: "Indeed, the god of death and curses—Camus."
As the name of the deity was revealed, supreme power descended upon the world.
When Camus and Aldrich met eyes, an eerie black power and a dazzling element of light collided.
The God of Light is the true supreme god, completely different from a branch god like the God of Death and Curses. Even when not at his peak, Camus could only contend with him.
Back then, if it weren't for the backstabbing, Camus probably wouldn't have been able to seriously injure Aldrich. Therefore, even now, in a head-on confrontation, with Aldrich still in a weakened state, Camus's chances of winning are only fifty-fifty. But despite this, he remains calm and composed.
The hunched old man stared intently at Aldridge.
He had already communicated with the messenger, and if he was to be summoned to the mortal realm, it must be because Aldrich was seriously injured.
Ideally, he would lose his divine status, so that he could kill Aldrich completely and then deal with both the spread of faith in the human world and the future troubles in the divine world.
“Aldrich, you’ve become just as lowly as a mortal since you descended to the mortal realm. I thought the God of Light was different.”
Camus chuckled and spoke.
Aldrich, however, scrutinized Camus with a dismissive gaze, as if assessing whether he was qualified to comment on him, his eyes filled with contempt and indifference.
He casually remarked, "So, you are indeed more useless, Camus. After you ambushed me, you obtained the power of the supreme god of the divine realm, but how come you're still so weak?"
"Hehehe, are you talking about me?"
Camus's expression changed, and he said, "Then why don't we give it a try, Aldrich? Is your godhood still intact?"
The moment after saying those words, Camus immediately raised the lantern in his hand, and the black mist emanating from the wick suddenly intensified, accompanied by a howling wind!
After the black power spread, it was as if countless hands reached out from it and slammed down on the ground from the sky, grabbing large numbers of people on the ground, accompanied by the terrified screams of those who were grabbed.
Camus stood in mid-air, and after hearing the people's cries of agony, he laughed loudly, his laughter twisted and insane.
“Aldridge, come on, this time—”
I will kill you completely!
A near-maniacal laugh echoed through the sky, but in the face of Camus, Aldrich simply raised his hand, and a huge golden longbow appeared in his grasp. His entire body tensed, and his muscles bulged slightly, poised to strike.
Like a wild beast that chooses to devour its prey...
"Kill me?"
"You can try it, you little rat hiding in the shadows."
Aldrich spoke in a low voice, his eyes filled with a chilling killing intent. He immediately drew his bow and nocked an arrow. All the light elements around him, like countless points of light, converged at the massive golden longbow.
The golden arrow that materialized had an incredibly sharp tip, its cold gleam fixed intently on Camus.
There are no overly flashy moves.
Only through the condensation of power to the extreme, all the powerful light elements were compressed into a single point at this moment.
And it was at this very point that a massive golden arrow was formed, aimed directly at Camus. The compressed force seemed to shake even the space itself, and no one dared to look directly at its sharpness.
Camus, who had been full of confidence, gradually lost his smile, and his expression turned somewhat unpleasant.
How could this... make him feel like he's facing a death crisis?
No, this shouldn't be happening!
Is Aldrich so confident because—his divine status hasn't been compromised?!
Camus forced down his fear. Although Aldrich was not at all like a god, and he didn't quite believe that Aldrich was alright, Camus still habitually remained vigilant and cautious.
He once again activated the energy within the lantern. The black power, after seizing those people, quickly began to drain their life force, bringing death to them.
That sense of despair at the passing of life, that fear of death, kept surging towards Camus.
He reached out, basking in the moment, facing the attack with his full strength.
"Aldrich, no matter what your backup plan is, I won't give you a chance to turn the tables, absolutely not—"
But just as Camus was about to drain those people dry and kill them, a dragon's roar suddenly came. The dragon, with its wings spread high, defied the supreme pressure of the god and flew high in the air, weaving between those black power hands.
The dragon roared, while Ruan Qing'an gripped the scepter in one hand and held onto the bone spurs on the dragon's back with the other: "Go!"
As Ruan Qingan spoke, the dragon roared again, flapped its wings rapidly, and then suddenly spat out flames!
In a short time, large swaths of black and red flames burned in the sky, devouring the outstretched hands and directly blocking Camus's channel for absorbing power.
Above the sky, black flames raged.
The dragon's figure was incredibly small under the divine power, but the girl holding the scepter showed no intention of retreating.
Holding onto the bone spur, Ruan Qing'an looked up at Camus, who was emerging from the passage, a smile slowly playing on her lips: "I haven't fought a god yet, so perhaps—"
"You'll talk after you beat me?"
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