Chapter 138 Madness
"Are you crazy too?!"
The goddess of life grabbed the sleeve of the god of destruction, her nails almost digging into his divine armor.
"Stop him! Shura is going to destroy Douluo Star! That's the culmination of our millions of years of hard work!"
The God of Destruction did not look at her.
The two purple flames stared intently at the blurry blue figure on the light screen.
Even through a screen.
Even across countless dimensions.
That tremor that originated from the depths of his soul still caused the circulation of divine power within his divine core to stagnate.
If we don't kill that thing.
The realm of gods will die.
It's not a metaphor.
It is annihilation in a physical sense.
"Move aside, Little Green."
The God of Destruction's voice was hoarse, like two rough rocks rubbing against each other.
He released his grip on the Asura God's wrist and instead placed his hand on the Goddess of Life's shoulder.
That instant.
The hope in the eyes of the goddess of life froze.
"What did you say?"
I said, move aside.
The God of Destruction suddenly exerted force with his palm.
boom!
The tough green light barrier shattered instantly.
It wasn't destroyed, but rather directly corroded into nothingness by a more domineering will to destroy.
The goddess of life let out a muffled groan, and was pushed backward, staggering and crashing into a stone pillar behind her.
"Cough cough..."
She clutched her chest, a trickle of green divine blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.
"You...agree?"
The goddess of life steadied herself against the stone pillar, looking at her husband in disbelief.
"This is not a question of whether you agree or disagree."
The God of Destruction turned around, his back to her, and looked at the God of Asura in front of the control panel.
"That is the 'Perfect Dragon'."
"That is Gu Long's power."
"You know best how the divine realm was originally established."
The God of Destruction raised his hand and pointed to the ruins on the light screen.
"If we don't kill him now while he's still unstable, what will happen when he fully masters that power..."
"We will all become fodder."
"No means are despicable when it comes to survival."
The goddess of life opened her mouth.
She wanted to argue.
But it felt like there was a wad of cotton stuffed in my throat, and I couldn't make a sound.
On the dome of the hall.
Suddenly, two beams of light appeared.
One black, one white.
Two illusory figures slowly coalesced within the pillar of light.
On the left is a man in a white robe, with a gentle face and even a slight smile on his lips.
On the right is a woman wearing a black bodysuit, with a cold expression and piercing eyes.
God of Kindness.
The evil god.
The final two pieces of the divine realm committee's puzzle have arrived.
"The two of you."
The Asura God placed his hand on the golden key, without turning around, his voice deep and thunderous.
"You've all seen what happened."
Let's vote.
The God of Kindness smiled and nodded.
His smile was perfect, as if it had been sculpted, but it lacked any warmth.
"Order needs to be maintained."
"Uncontrollable variables should be eliminated."
"I agree to initiate the highest purge procedure."
The evil god beside him was even more straightforward.
She didn't even speak, but simply raised her hand and made a "beheading" gesture.
The black nails drew a jet-black crack in the air.
Four votes.
The Five Supreme Gods.
Everyone except the Goddess of Life passed.
despair.
The goddess of life leaned against the cold stone pillar, her body slowly sliding down the pillar.
She looked at the four figures standing at the pinnacle of power.
Once upon a time, they were guardians who existed to maintain the order of the universe.
And now.
Faced with that fear originating from the unknown.
They tore off all their sacred pretense, revealing their most primitive and ferocious fangs.
"Let's do it."
The God of Destruction urged.
The Asura God no longer hesitated.
His right hand suddenly gripped the golden key, veins bulging on the back of his hand, and he twisted it violently to the right.
Snap!
A deafening crash, like shattering glass, echoed throughout the entire realm of gods.
The central control console of the divine realm erupted with dazzling golden light.
The light was so intense that it instantly engulfed the entire hall.
Immediately afterwards.
A chilling mechanical hum filled the air.
Rumble—
The floor of the divine realm began to tremble.
Meanwhile, in the distant skies above the Douluo Continent.
The sky has fallen.
...
Jialing Pass.
The previously gloomy sky was suddenly torn open with a huge gash.
It was like a black curtain being forcibly torn apart by a burning giant hand.
No sunlight was shining down.
From that crack, a thick, unyielding red mist surged forth.
The clouds churned and thunder roared.
A pressure a hundred times heavier than that of the previous level three god descended with a roar.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
On the battlefield, the Soul Masters who were barely able to stand fell down in droves like harvested wheat.
The sound of knees shattering echoed throughout the room.
Bibi Dong lay on the ground.
Her Rakshasa Scythe had been crushed into pieces and was scattered around her.
She struggled to lift her head and look up at the sky.
The pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints in an instant.
All that could be seen was the rolling red clouds.
Countless points of light are rapidly magnifying.
That's a person.
No.
That is God.
Hundreds and thousands of figures in standard armor roared down from the crack like a meteor shower!
The aura emanating from each figure was enough to crush a Title Douluo.
This is the military.
It is an army composed entirely of god-level powerhouses!
This is the essence of the divine realm.
This is an insurmountable barrier for mortals.
"Is this... the end of the world...?"
Qian Renxue knelt beside the broken base of the angel statue, her golden hair covered in dirt.
She looked at the countless streaks of light in the sky, her lips pale and bloodless.
despair.
This is true despair.
Even if they tried their best, they couldn't possibly stop such a divine army.
Even a single spit from one person could drown the Jialing Pass.
Just when everyone thought their death was imminent.
A sudden sound rang out.
"Oh."
It was a soft laugh.
The sound was faint, and there was no divine power at all.
But amidst this deathly silence and despair, it clearly penetrated into everyone's ears.
Bibi Dong paused for a moment, then subconsciously turned her stiff neck.
Qian Renxue also raised her head.
All I could see was the highest point of those ruins.
Navelette remained seated in the high-backed chair that had been temporarily moved in.
He was holding a delicate white porcelain teacup in his hand.
Steam rose from the rim of the cup.
Facing the divine army overhead that was about to destroy the world, he didn't even lift an eyelid.
He simply watched the tea sloshing in the cup and gently blew on it.
Ripples spread across the water's surface.
"Really..."
Navelette shook her head and put down her teacup.
The porcelain cup touched the tray, making a crisp "ding" sound.
"It's never going to end."
He raised his head, and in his pale purple vertical pupils, he saw the gods falling from the sky.
There was no fear.
There was no anger.
They didn't even have the desire to fight.
There's only one kind of annoyance: seeing cockroaches in the kitchen that you can't seem to get rid of no matter what you do.
"You're right, Ms. Funina."
Navelette turned her head and looked at the girl sitting on a broken wall next to her.
"If it's for a trial, this process is indeed far too cumbersome."
Funina was idly playing with a blue gemstone in her hand.
Upon hearing this, she tossed the gem into the air and caught it steadily.
"I think so too."
She sighed, took off her hat, and smoothed her slightly messy bangs with her fingers.
"Although I wouldn't mind watching a few more fireworks displays."
"However, the quality of this batch of fireworks is clearly not as good as the previous batch."
Funina pointed to the menacing deities in the sky.
"And there are too many of them, they're making my ears hurt."
Navelette nodded slightly.
He stood up from the chair.
The movements were slow and elegant.
He straightened his cuffs and smoothed out the wrinkles on his trench coat.
"Since they like coming down so much."
Navelette raised her head, her gaze piercing through layers of clouds, seemingly looking directly at the high and mighty central hub of the divine realm.
His voice was calm, yet it possessed an undeniable penetrating power.
"Then why don't I go up there?"
"Block the door."
"Or, demolish that house."
Upon hearing this...
Bibi Dong, who was lying on the ground, felt her heart skip a beat.
Go up?
Go to the realm of gods?
To launch a proactive attack on the realm of gods?
This madman... does he think he can take on the entire Divine Realm Committee all by himself?!
"Great idea!"
Funina's eyes lit up, she put the hat back on and clapped her hands in approval.
"I've wanted to go up there for a long time."
"I've heard that the scenery in the realm of the gods is quite beautiful; it should be a perfect place to build a new opera house."
She jumped down from the broken wall, her boots crunching on the gravel.
"but..."
Funina stopped and glanced disdainfully at the chaotic battlefield around her.
Everywhere there were corpses, blood, and pieces frozen into ice shards.
The air was filled with a pungent, fishy stench.
"Naviette, you're a germaphobe, aren't you?"
She turned around, put her hands on her hips, and tilted her head to look at Villette.
Navelette looked down at her spotless boots, then at the filth on the floor, and frowned slightly.
"really."
"It's too dirty here."
"If I don't clean myself properly before leaving, I always feel like I'll have the smell on me."
Funina snapped her fingers.
"Then it's settled."
She turned around to face the divine army that was roaring down from the sky.
The thousands of deities had already broken through the atmosphere, carrying a world-destroying force, and were less than a thousand meters from the ground.
The strong wind tousled Funina's skirt.
But the expression on her face was as if she were looking at a group of garbage waiting to be cleaned up.
"Spring cleaning begins."
Funina stretched out her right hand and made a grabbing motion in the air.
A slender, azure sword materialized in her palm.
"Since we're going up to be guests."
"Then let's clear away this dust blocking the way first..."
With a flick of her wrist, the sword's edge pointed skyward.
"Flush it all down the drain."
As soon as Funina finished speaking...
Before she could unleash the first sword strike with her azure slender sword, the red clouds in the sky suddenly began to churn violently.
"act recklessly."
A cold snort struck everyone's head like a heavy hammer.
There were no warning signs whatsoever.
The moment that voice rang out, the rapier that Funina had gathered in her hand suddenly exploded, turning into countless blue water droplets that dissipated.
The top hat on her head was blown off by an invisible gust of air, spun a few times in the air, and landed on the muddy ground.
Immediately following was a sickening metallic scraping sound.
Sizzle—Sizzle—
That was the noise from hundreds or even thousands of sets of divine armor colliding at high speed.
The red clouds, which were originally thousands of meters high, seemed to have gained billions of tons of weight in an instant, and at a speed that defied the laws of physics, they instantly dropped to a position less than 100 meters above the ground.
A huge shadow loomed over the entire Jialing Pass.
The air became incredibly viscous, and each breath felt like inhaling scalding hot iron filings.
"Form ranks."
That cold voice rang out again.
This time, people saw it clearly.
At the very front of the clouds, in the very center of those densely packed deities, floated a man whose entire body was encased in dark red crystalline armor.
He held a two-meter-long giant sword in his hand, with dark red patterns resembling lava flowing across its blade.
A first-level deity, the God of Slaughter, Xiu Pu Ruosi.
And behind him.
One hundred and eight secondary deities simultaneously drew their weapons.
boom!
One hundred and eight beams of divine power shot into the sky, weaving together in the air to form a giant red net.
That's no ordinary formation.
That was the "Asura Blood Array" used by the divine enforcement team to suppress the rebellious chief god.
Even spatial elements will be cut into fragments under this net.
Bibi Dong was originally lying on the ground.
But the moment the formation was complete, she no longer even had the right to lie down.
A snap.
The ground beneath her instantly collapsed by half a meter.
He was pressed firmly into the soil, and his bones groaned in agony from the unbearable weight.
It wasn't just her.
Throughout the entire Jialing Pass battlefield, hundreds of thousands of troops, regardless of whether they were friend or foe, were all forced into the ground at the same time.
It's like a swarm of ants being held down by an invisible giant hand.
"This is... a first-level god..."
Qian Renxue barely managed to support herself on the ground with her hands, her fingernails snapping and blood staining the soil red.
She wanted to look up.
But a crisp cracking sound came from the cervical vertebrae in her neck, forcing her to lower her head.
This is a pure case of dominance.
Before this power, mortals are not even qualified to look directly at the divine countenance.
In mid-air.
Xiu Ruosi looked down at the two people in the ruins from his high vantage point.
The man and the woman.
The man sitting down, and the girl standing up.
While all other creatures were pinned down and unable to move, only these two remained in their original positions.
But in Xiupu Ruosi's eyes, this was nothing more than a death throes.
"It can withstand my murderous aura."
Xiupu Ruosi slowly raised the greatsword in his hand, the tip of the sword pointing directly at Navelette.
"It seems that you are the one who killed that useless level three god."
He didn't give Navelette a chance to speak.
"Article Three of the Divine Code."
"Those who kill gods will have their souls stripped and be imprisoned in purgatory forever."
Article Seven of the Divine Code.
"Anyone who blasphemes against the divine authority shall have their entire clan exterminated."
Xiupu Ruosi's voice was flat and monotone, as if he were reading out a pre-stamped execution order.
With each word he uttered.
The 108 second-level gods behind him would roar in unison.
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
The murderous aura, as real as a giant wave, crashed against the ground wave after wave.
The city wall of Jialing Pass, which had stood for thousands of years, began to crumble inch by inch in the face of this roar, turning into dust everywhere.
Those Soul Masters with lower cultivation levels didn't even have time to scream before they were blown into clouds of blood mist by the sound wave.
(End of chapter)