Chapter 136 Oscar's Tragic Death!
Is this God?
What about the Rakshasa god that I risked my life to worship?
A nouveau riche in the countryside?
Or is it the security guard at the village entrance?
"Mother..."
Qian Renxue's voice was as faint as a whisper.
The angelic sword in her hand had gone out.
It wasn't that she wanted to hide her martial spirit.
It was the martial spirit itself that was trembling, fearing, refusing to release even a glimmer of light to provoke that being.
"Don't speak."
Bibi Dong squeezed out three words through gritted teeth.
Her gaze was fixed on Villette's retreating figure.
They were afraid that the other party might suddenly turn around and say "guilty" to this planet as well.
At that time.
Let alone Jialing Pass.
Even the Earth's core can be turned into water.
In a large pit not far away.
Tang San lay on his back.
His trident lay to one side, like a fire poker.
His eyes were fixed on the sky, his pupils unfocused, and his mouth was half-open.
Saliva dripped down the corners of his mouth and gathered into a small puddle in the soil.
It's hopeless.
These three words were all that remained in Tang San's mind, endlessly repeating.
support?
Stop joking.
Even if all the gods in the divine realm were tied together, would that be enough to fill someone's teeth?
That scene just now.
That galaxy.
How many stars are inside?
Hundreds of millions? Billions?
They moved their fingers.
That's all.
It's all gone.
Asura God?
Poseidon?
Faced with such power, it's nothing more than a slightly larger speck of dust, isn't it?
"hehe..."
Tang San suddenly laughed.
His voice was hoarse, as if he were crying.
His bladder contracted, and a warm flow trickled down his trouser leg.
He didn't want to.
But I couldn't control it.
That is the most primal physiological response deep within the genes of an organism when facing a natural enemy.
...
The Divine Realm Committee.
It's even quieter here than at Jialing Pass.
A few minutes ago.
The place is still filled with the roar of the Asura God and the clanging of armor when the first-level gods gather.
Now.
Only the sound of breathing remained.
Rapid, heavy, whistling breathing.
Clang.
A heavy sword fell to the ground.
Next came the spear, the shield, and the staff.
Those high-ranking deities who were usually aloof and superior were now ashen-faced.
Some leaned against the pillars, panting heavily.
Some slumped to the ground, clutching their heads.
Even worse, some buried their heads in their crotches, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
"It's fake, right..."
I don't know who spoke first.
The voice was faint, like a dream.
"How could such power possibly exist?"
"This does not conform to the law of conservation of divine power..."
"Yes, it must be fake!"
"Even if the Dragon God were to be resurrected, he couldn't possibly achieve this!"
Quiet whispers gradually arose.
It carried a sense of self-consolation, like a dying struggle.
Beside the round table.
The hood on the face of the God of Destruction slipped down.
His face was pale and covered in cold sweat.
His divine position is destruction.
His proudest method was to destroy all matter.
But he knew very well.
To have him destroy a planet, he would need to gather his strength for a long time and use a super-powerful technique.
Destroy a galaxy?
Even if you squeezed him dry, you still wouldn't achieve even one ten-millionth of his potential.
"What level is that...?"
The God of Destruction turned his head and looked at the Goddess of Life beside him.
The goddess of life did not answer.
She is vomiting.
The visual impact and mental pressure from what she had just witnessed directly shattered her psychological defenses.
As the goddess of life, she could clearly sense how many lives vanished in that instant within that scene.
Those were countless deaths.
There were so many that even she, the God-King, felt suffocated.
"Asura..."
The god of evil stood up.
His legs were a little weak, and he could only stand up by holding onto the back of the chair.
"How about... we just forget about it?"
"There might be some misunderstanding about this."
"We don't need to provoke such a monster for the sake of a few people from the lower realms."
They backed down.
The oldest evil god in the divine realm, at this moment, chose to follow his heart.
There's no way to fight this.
Even if only one-tenth of the strength shown in the video is real.
Charging down would only mean their deaths.
This is no longer a war.
It's a one-sided effort to clean up the trash.
In the center of the hall.
The Asura God remained in the posture of holding his sword.
His back looked somewhat hunched.
The murderous aura that once pierced the clouds had vanished completely.
All that remained was a sense of desolation.
"Misunderstand?"
The Asura God muttered those two words in a low voice.
He slowly turned around.
That face was so distorted it was unrecognizable.
His facial features were squeezed together, and his muscles were throbbing wildly under his skin.
There was no fear in those scarlet eyes.
There was only one kind of almost manic stubbornness.
He didn't believe it.
He cannot believe it.
If that's true.
Then what about the divine order he has maintained for countless years?
What is he, the strongest enforcer in the divine realm?
Is this a joke?
Ants?
"fart!"
The Asura God suddenly roared.
The sound was terrifyingly loud, directly rupturing the eardrum of the priest closest to him.
Bang!
He slammed the Asura Demon Sword heavily onto the round table that was already half broken.
This time.
The round table shattered completely into powder.
"That's an illusion!"
"It's a smokescreen!"
The Asura God waved his arms, spitting far and wide.
He pointed to the darkening sky, the veins on his neck bulging like earthworms.
Are you pigs?!
"This kind of low-level scam can scare you like this?!"
"Destroy a galaxy?!"
"Even the Dragon God of yesteryear couldn't do that!"
"This universe simply does not allow such a power to exist!"
The Asura God paced back and forth in the hall.
My footsteps were heavy, crushing the floor tiles.
He was like a mad beast trapped in a cage, trying to cover something up with his roar.
"That guy... must be a Soul Master skilled in mental interference!"
"He's just trying to scare us away!"
"If we retreat now, how will the divine realm rule over all realms in the future?!"
"Who will still respect us?!"
The Asura God suddenly stopped in his tracks.
He grabbed the evil god by the collar and pulled the old face in front of him.
Those bloodshot eyes stared intently at the other person.
"Tell them!"
"That's fake!"
"That's special effects!"
"That's a lie that scumbag made up!"
The evil god was being strangled and could hardly breathe.
He stared at the hideous face so close to his eyes.
He suddenly realized.
The Asura God's hand was trembling.
It was shaking violently.
Even the knuckles of the fingers gripping his collar were turning white.
He was afraid.
This strongest war god in the divine realm is actually more afraid than anyone else.
Therefore, he had to deny it.
All of this must be classified as fraudulent.
otherwise.
His faith in Tao will collapse.
His faith will be destroyed.
"Asura..."
The god of evil opened his mouth with difficulty.
"Shut up!"
The Asura God shoved him away.
He turned to face the trembling gods.
He raised his still trembling right hand, pointing the Asura Demon Sword at the pitch-black sky.
His voice was hoarse, with a sharp, cracking quality.
"I don't believe it!"
"I absolutely do not believe that such power exists in this world!"
"Assemble!"
"Gather your forces for me!"
"I'm going down there myself to expose this swindler's true colors!"
"I'll tear him to pieces!"
The Asura God roared madly.
Saliva splattered from the corner of his mouth and landed on the clean floor.
In that deathly silent hall.
This man, standing at the pinnacle of power, looks like this at this moment.
Like a madman.
Half of the city wall at Jialing Pass has collapsed.
On that desolate ruin, Violet slowly withdrew his gaze.
At this moment, the sky had completely darkened.
But he seemed to be looking at a point in the void.
Then, he raised his hand and gently brushed away non-existent dust from his cuffs.
"The feeling of being spied on is not pleasant."
Navelette spoke.
The sound wasn't loud, and without the amplification of a soul guide device, it clearly penetrated everyone's eardrums.
He seemed more concerned about the violation of his privacy rights than the feat of destroying the galaxy he had just accomplished.
Even if it's just a possible deduction...
He paused, then frowned slightly.
"To release footage that did not happen is quite disrespectful."
That's his assessment.
rude.
And it's boring.
As for the war that is currently under our feet and will determine the fate of the continent?
He didn't even look down.
It looked as if it were just a group of ants fighting over a piece of moldy breadcrumbs.
...
In the shadow of the ruins.
Oscar curled up in a ball.
His upper and lower teeth were chattering wildly, making extremely fine "clucking" sounds.
He heard what Navelette said.
The more indifferent the man's tone, the colder Oscar felt.
That kind of disregard is more despairing than murderous intent.
"Gurgle..."
Oscar gagged, his stomach churning.
He raised his head, his gaze passing through several collapsed stone pillars to the large pit in front of him.
Bottom of the pit.
Tang San lay there like a dead dog, the mud beneath him soaking wet and emitting a foul stench.
The once spirited successor of the Asura God can no longer even control his sphincter muscles.
The surroundings were deathly quiet.
The other members of the Shrek Seven Devils either buried their heads in the ground pretending to be dead, or were trembling and shrinking back.
No one dared to make a move.
No one dared to help the former leader.
Because that was the situation created by Navelette.
Whoever moves, dies.
This is the current logic.
Oscar reached into the magic pouch at his waist.
My fingertips touched the cold, hard sausage.
His hands were shaking.
The shaking was so bad it looked like he had Parkinson's disease.
save?
Or not to save them?
Saving them would be sending them to their deaths.
No saving...
Oscar's mind flashed back to the times they had trained together over the past few years.
Then the image shattered, revealing Tang San's face covered in mud and saliva.
"Hold."
Oscar cursed under his breath.
He suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, drawing blood.
The intense pain and the metallic taste in his mouth instantly brought him to his senses, suppressing the fear that stemmed from his biological instincts.
He stood up.
He emerged from the ruins.
He clutched the incomplete God of Food inheritance crystal tightly in his hand.
Stop pretending to be dead!
Oscar roared at the bottom of the pit.
His voice was hoarse and sounded as if he were sawing wood.
Without the slightest hesitation, he stuffed the crystal into his mouth, chewing it up and swallowing it with a cracking sound.
boom!
There are no sacred hymns.
There were no auspicious clouds either.
A burst of violent pink energy exploded from his body in an instant.
That's the power of the God of Food.
But his body simply can't handle it now.
"Ughhhhhh—"
Oscar screamed in agony, looking up at the sky.
His skin began to crack inch by inch, and blood gushed out as if it were free.
The muscles were writhing and swelling wildly under the skin, as if countless live snakes had been stuffed inside.
Forced to become a god.
This is overdrawing one's life, burning one's soul.
He's turning himself into a one-time bomb.
Just two seconds.
Oscar has become a blood-soaked figure.
But the aura emanating from him did indeed break through that boundary.
Level 100.
False god.
"I...haven't lost yet!!"
Oscar roared, his eyes bulging and red as if they were about to bleed.
He clasped his hands together abruptly, and in his palms, a giant sausage radiating terrifying divine power was coalescing.
Resurrection Light.
He was going to pull Tang San up.
As long as Tang San can stand up, there may still be hope!
Even if it's only one in ten thousand!
Oscar took off running towards the large pit.
step.
The ground cracked.
Two steps.
The air currents surged.
Just as he was about to take his third step.
Click.
A crisp sound of ice forming rang out.
Without any warning.
Oscar lost sensation below the knees instantly.
His sprint was abruptly halted, and he lost his balance, crashing heavily onto the gravel-strewn ground.
The skin on my cheek was scraped off from the rough ground.
The unformed divine sausage flew out of my hand and rolled into the dust.
"So eager, are you rushing to be reincarnated?"
A clear, cool female voice rang out from ahead.
The temperature in the air dropped sharply.
It's not cool.
It was bone-chilling.
Two tall figures stood between Oscar and Tang San.
The one on the left has cascading blue hair and a cold expression.
The one on the right has a mocking smile on his lips.
Tianshui College, Shui Bing'er, Shui Yue'er.
"Get out of here!!"
Oscar braced himself with his hands on the ground, trying to get up.
But to his horror, he discovered that the layer of blue ice was rapidly spreading upwards along his calf.
That's the ultimate ice attribute.
Even the rampaging God of Food power within him was frozen.
"This is the so-called God of Cookery?"
Shui Bing'er lowered her head and looked at the half-human, half-ghost monster at her feet.
There was no pity in her eyes, only disgust.
"She's really ugly."
"And it's really stupid."
Shui Bing'er lifted her foot.
Her originally slender ankles were now covered with a layer of crystalline ice armor.
Then.
Stomp down heavily.
Click!
That was the sound of bones breaking.
"ah--!!"
Oscar let out a bloodcurdling scream.
His right hand was crushed into a pulp by Shui Bing'er's kick.
The finger that was trying to grab the sausage is now completely useless.
"Those are the sinners judged by Lord Vilette."
Shui Bing'er spoke calmly, as if stating a truth.
"You think you're worthy of saving me?"
at the same time.
Shuiyue chuckled and lightly flicked her toes.
The divine sausage that had rolled on the ground flew up.
*Smack*
She kicked it to pieces.
They transformed into countless pink specks of light, dissipating in the cold wind.
"Oh dear, breakfast is gone."
Shuiyue spread her hands, looking completely innocent.
...
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's base.
Ning Rongrong covered her mouth tightly, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam.
She saw it.
I saw Oscar risk his life for Tang San, and I saw him being trampled on and humiliated.
"Oscar..."
She cried out and suddenly stood up.
The Nine-Jeweled Glazed Pagoda appeared in her palm; it was her subconscious reaction.
She wants to increase the amount.
She wanted to save people.
Even if it means death, she wants to die with Oscar.
"presumptuous."
(End of chapter)