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The Master of Mystery brought along two God followers.

Before He left He let out a long, heavy sigh. This breath contained a world full of complicated emotions, including pity, regret, and the intent to kill.

"What is this dude trying to do?!" Sui Xiong asked, upset. "He came out of nowhere to pull the rug out from someone's feet! When He failed to do so, He put on a face, as though he had suffered bitterly. Clearly he harbors deep hatred. Who is He trying to scare?!"

He looked in the direction the Master of Mystery had walked away in disdain. He was puffing out air from his nose, clearly frustrated with the situation. But he was mostly a little nervous.

The Master of Mystery, also known as the God of Wisdom and Magic, was generally acknowledged as being the expert among all Gods. His capability even compared with that of the God of Justice!

He controlled all wisdom and all magic, the two core powers. He could bestow or remove everyone's sparks of wisdom as He wished, and He could make any strong existence lose their ability to cast magic.

He could cast any kind of magic, in whichever way He willed it. He was almost totally unrestrained!

Only the King of Order was stronger than him, who was at the apex of the realm that even Gods couldn't possibly understand. As for the rest of the Gods, no one dared to pat their chests and guarantee that they could defeat Him for sure. On the contrary: there were many who were sure that they couldn't fight against him.

A long time ago, the fairies used to be very strong. They used to have almost 50 real Gods, more than 200 demigods, and thousands of legendary experts in their kingdom. They created a resplendent civilization of magic, the standard of which was too high for even the mages to catch up to.

At that time, there were hundreds of floating islands in the air. This was where the noble fairies lived, overlooking the land. Then, the Kings of the fairies floated above the center of the main dimension, giving out a glorious radiance and aura, like a sun that never set.

Star boats would arrive from every world, having taken a long voyage to reach the ports. The boats would then anchor, their hulls buoyed in the water, rising and falling at the ports of each huge floating island. Countless adventurers and expeditionary forces were sent outward from these ports as well, to extend their tentacles towards countless worlds.

This was a great era, beyond all imagination. It was an advanced civilization with strong appeal.

Then, after the birth of the Master of Mystery, He destroyed the civilization completely. After destroying it, He announced His coming to power throughout all of the Thousand Worlds.

The battle was already a mystery, so none of the Gods uttered a word about it. In fact, most of the Gods didn't know the exact situation of the battle themselves. It had been such a long time ago. Most of the members in the Pantheon Temple were born long after it.

The Gods were immortals, but the Gods could also pass away. Even out of the supreme Four Gods, three had been lost, not to mention numerous other Gods.

For instance, the fairy Gods that were once part of the huge God system which was great and powerful, had all but vanished. Luckily, the current fairy Gods had begun to spring up all over again following that battle.

If Sui Xiong had to pick an opponent among the various Gods (besides the King of Order who no one had the guts to fight against), Sui Xiong was the least confident in fighting against the Master of Mystery. This didn't mean that he was afraid of Him however.

The strength and fortitude of Sui Xiong's nerves grew with each passing day. In fact, it would have been too conservative to describe him as audacious. He would even have the courage to fight his bro if it was necessary, who was strange and had a very different thought pattern.

However, even thinking about fighting with his own bro, and especially out of nowhere, caused him to feel very depressed. Plus, it would be really dangerous!

"Maybe I'm wrong." Wor fixed his gaze towards the direction where the three Gods had disappeared. After a while He said in a low voice, "I got you into some big trouble."

"Trouble?" Sui Xiong smiled. "You are willing to follow me, and that's my honor. How could you be trouble?"

"My clergical knowledge intrinsically means that I know and understand the world, which allows me to explain the world with rationality, but not sensibility. As was said by the Master of Mystery, this is actually an aspect of wisdom," Wor said. "All this time, He has been the only one that possessed such wisdom. Regardless of what tribe or God it may be, whoever was courageous enough to make a move on the clergy, He would launch an attack against them mercilessly.

"But, this time, I broke through a critical point via lowering the threshold of learning, and precipitated the emergence of the clergy of knowledge. The emergence of the clergy signified that wisdom would be separated into a few clergies," Wor sighed. "Even if He still had the clergy of wisdom on hand, the value of the clergy would diminish gradually, causing His deity to degrade."

"Isn't He the God of Magic, too?" Sui Xiong creased his eyebrows and said. "Even if the value of the wisdom clergy were to be diminished, as long as He has a magic clergy on hand, He is worthy of the title of strong divine power. So, does he have to be so calculating, like a miser?"

"I don't know. Maybe He isn't after a strong divine power, but things above even that," Wor said.

Sui Xiong laughed coldly. "Above strong divine power? That would mean the supreme Four Gods! Does He want to fight for the position to rule the world? I never thought He would be so domineering."

"Who knows? But I could clearly feel earlier that He intended to take me in as a God follower, and collaborate with the God of Mage, who was going to be promoted as a God in the future. We would then work together to segregate the two core clergies, wisdom and magic.

"Then, he would control them via the method of the God follower," Wor reminisced as he spoke. "He only sent me one message to explain his plan. If He were to succeed, He would possess strong divine power without taking on any clergy… I don't know what effect it would have, but He most likely intends to pound against the realm above strong divine power."

He thought and shook his head with a bitter smile. "It is meaningless to talk about these things. I wouldn't change my standpoint for His benefit, so His plan wouldn't work. Hence, there is only one choice he has left…"

"War, right?" Sui Xiong smiled coldly. "To knock you, the God of Knowledge, down and to promote a new God of Knowledge as His God follower. Such methods aren't rare among various Gods."

"Yeah… It isn't rare." Wor let out a heavy sigh.

"Come on. Bring it on!" Sui Xiong spat. He ended the conversation with a full stop by saying that tough line.

You want war? Let's go to war then! I am not one that likes to fight, nor am I a coward!

Then, the Void Mask church began preparation for war.

The theme park was still operating as usual but the loyal believers of the church were gathered to partake in military training. Sui Xiong didn't ponder about how to open up his holy kingdom. He built a huge workshop and made sharp weapons and tough defense tools day and night in order to fully arm his believers. The higher ups of the church were like gears that were wound up, spinning on high speed, preparing for the upcoming war.

"Half a year," Leon Igor said, who was the main high priest in the church and Garth city archon. "Give me half a year's time and I will be able to train a 300 strong elite soldier troop. Every one of them will have the capability of an official adventurer."

"I will bring the troop of hundred soldiers for dangerous hunt and battle, to train them as well," Gerald, the leader of the knight group from church said. "They have a sturdy enough foundation and it's time for them to shine!"

Although Snowflake wasn't Sui Xiong's believer, she put in a huge effort too. She went to the Dragon Mountain located at the northeast of the main dimension mainland alone, to visit the giant dragon elderlies. She passed through an application to meet the Majesty of Dragon Emperor. Through the general of the dragon tribe, she was the go-between Sui Xiong and the dragon Gods. She helped form a temporary alliance.

The dragon tribe wasn't on good terms with the Master of Mystery all this time. If there's a chance to cause some trouble for the Master of Mystery, various dragon Gods wouldn't mind lending a hand.

Those who were willing to lend a hand included various orc Gods and human Gods. The two God systems were already originally unsatisfied with the method of the Master of Mystery hoarding on the two main clergies of wisdom and magic. With the lobby of Morani and Javier, the two God systems agreed with Sui Xiong. As long as Sui Xiong could withstand the first initial attack of the Master of Mystery, they would launch an attack from both sides and seize the chance to knock the top expert among all Gods!

As for the Mermaid Princess who was gradually taking control of all ocean in the main dimension, She clearly expressed that She would assist in battle with Her God followers any time if Sui Xiong needed. They would not just be assisting nor holding His opponent back, but fight alongside Sui Xiong and head-on!

On the contrary, the God of Justice was feeling distressed and sighing.

"Bro… I really can't help you with this!" He said sadly. "Dragon, orc, human: these three God systems are either neutral or leaning towards wicked. On the contrary, the Master of Mystery is neutral but leaning towards kindness. My clergy restrains me, I can't help the wicked fight against the kind…"

Sui Xiong could totally understand and accept this. Like the saying went, "One has to compromise in this world." If the God of Justice helped the wicked Gods fight against the kind Gods, where would "justice" derive from?

However, although He couldn't make a move directly, the God of Justice put in some effort. He went to visit the Master of Mystery, and intended to persuade the expert that shared the same level to not make it difficult for his bro.

The Master of Mystery warmly received Him but didn't give any promises at the end.

It was clear to see that the strong God had decided, no matter how many obstacles, or how troublesome, He wouldn't change His mind.

The arrival of war was merely a matter of time…

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Chapter 194: Chapter 64

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Compared to Void Mask's preparation for war, the god of mystery and His believers didn't show their intention to battle at all, they looked pretty calm. They ate when they needed to, slept when they needed to, and held a "regardless of wind and rain, stay lofty and firm" kind of boldness. They didn't seem to be bothered by Void Mask Church, nor other gods that formed an alliance with Sui Xiong in secret.

That made Sui Xiong feel complicated. He felt angry, as he was belittled, but he felt more of a relaxation.If he could go without war, he'd rather not go into war!

Although everyone knew that it would be inevitable to have conflict between two churches, and it would only be a matter of time for a major war between the gods, it'd be dragged on a day later, which meant another day was a good day, still.

Just like how everyone knew humans would die eventually, but who knew if one would commit suicide at such a young age? Oh, there was then the telltale sign of a psychopath.

Sui Xiong was not a psychopath, so he didn't object to the temporary peacefulness. On the contrary, he hoped the peacefulness before his eyes could last longer.

It wasn't for him to prepare better. Even if they started the war then, he wouldn't think that he was not fully prepared, it was just that he didn't want war.

One side took no action, since one side didn't want war. Hence, the war that originally was thought to be vigorous, got delayed. After half a year, there was still no action.

But something else drew many people's attention. The churches of the Goddess of Bumper Harvest and the God of Wealth got into a fight. Strictly speaking, that was slightly related to Sui Xiong. To be exact, it was related to the high priest in his church.

During the revival of Garth city, Leon Igor, who was a consul, carefully maintained the distance with the church of Goddess of Bumper Harvest, and took a lot of low profile action to disrupt the church of the Goddess of Bumper Harvest to recover their influence in Garth City. Simultaneously, he strengthened the connection with the church of God of Wealth and used his official power to expand the influence of the God of Wealth's church in Garth City.

The most crucial factor was still money. When Garth City turned into ruin after a war, to revive a city from a piece of ruin, it naturally required an enormous amount of money. The amount of money was terrifyingly huge, and even if Void Mask Church poured in all their money, it would be inadequate. Under such circumstances, Leon contacted the church of God of Wealth, and used the position of official church to exchange the support of church of God of Wealth in reviving Garth City.

The church of the God of Wealth was one of the most well-to-do organizations on the main dimension on the mainland. Forget about those further away, in the two nations only, Dhaka Commercial Association and Gold Coin Federation, it carried a huge influence, or even occupied the mainstream of the upper class society.

But, in the Blue Moon Kingdom, the church of God of Wealth had always not able to develop properly. From the God of Wealth personally to high priests of various levels in the church, they all wanted to be able to do something at the east of the mainland. Thus, Garth City revival was a great opportunity that was hard to come by for them!

Hence, not only did the church of the God of Wealth take out a large sum of money, but they sent many selected warriors and clergies, and formed a pretty luxurious troop to garrison Garth City. All in all, both parties were happy with their collaboration.

Leon grasped the sense of propriety well. He allowed the church of God of Wealth to expand their influence smoothly, by not letting them take away the leading power. After the church of God of Wealth probed a couple of times, they realized that they wouldn't be able to take advantage of the legendary knight that was smart. So, they forgot their plan to win against political power with clericalism, but focused on their influence among the people instead.

The collaboration took another step forward in development after the Diplomatic Business Hall in Storm Sea was built. The three parties took what they needed and got a lot of benefits.

But, there was someone who was happy and someone who was sad. As the church of God of Wealth laughed, it was the church the Goddess of Bumper Harvest that cried.

Garth City played a vital role to the church of Goddess of Bumper Harvest. In the past, it was like the nerve center of the churches, even though the earth-shattering war led to the wipe out of the entire higher ups of the nerve center of churches. Churches from each places gradually built their center of thought, one after another. Regardless, its position in name wouldn't change.

Because of the church of God of Wealth, the church of the Goddess of Bumper Harvest had their influence weaken in Garth City, as well as the surroundings. Their believers diminished, and during the most serious times, there remained only a few. Compared to the prosperity before, it was torturing for the higher ups in the church.

They were of course upset, of course angry, and of course held grudges. The target of their grudges was firstly the dirty consul. However, the consul was alone, and he believed in a huge jellyfish that didn't have much influence like himself, so they couldn't take revenge on any target.

Hence, they moved on to set their grudges on the second target, which was the church of God of Wealth. The two parties first argued, then fought. They then constantly had conflict, and finally exploded into a bloody vigorous collision. The fight of the church of Goddess of Bumper Harvest, was suddenly lost.

Don't forget that their higher ups of the nerve center of the churches had already been wiped out. Although there were still many experts, it wasn't that they didn't want to help the church in Garth, but their abilities favored one over another.

Comparably, the church of God of Wealth in Garth was a bunch of selected elite troops, and there were already two legendary experts. After exchanging blows a couple of times, the Goddess of Bumper Harvest was at a loss, and even the church's main festival in Garth City lost its life accidentally.

The Goddess of Bumper Harvest was suddenly angry, and gave orders and instructed each church to select an elite, and to depart to Garth City to fight against the church of the God of Wealth. Even if they couldn't retrieve their clerical position, they had to at least win back their dignity.

But, she could give orders to select elite, so couldn't the God of Wealth do the same?

In order for the elites to get to Garth City as fast as possible, the God of Wealth even visited Sui Xiong, to provide him with benefits to borrow the transmission portal by the church of Void Mask that were distributed all over the mainland.

Not only that, but the God of Wealth even went to the God of Conspiracy to ask Him act against His interests, to ask the expert that stabbed knives behind people's backs to help Him cover the reconnaissance of godly power. Hence, until the both parties took action, dealing with overbearing elites from the church of Goddess of Bumper Harvest, not only was the number of elites from the church of God of Wealth way more than them, they were all much stronger than them, and their equipment was so luxurious, it was to the point where they were a crazy troop that was even wearing a delicate gold mouth guard!

A fierce battle ensued, and the elites from the church of the Goddess of Bumper Harvest were wiped out. Even their souls were taken by the God of Conspiracy. That was a deal He agreed upon with the God of Wealth, so the souls of the believers of Goddess of Bumper Harvest that died in the battle belonged to him.

After the attack, the churches of the Goddess of Bumper Harvest in the entire main dimension had their vitality sapped. It probably wouldn't recover until fifty years later.

Then, the Goddess of Bumper Harvest finally couldn't suppress herself anymore. Then, regarding Dhaka Commercial Association and Gold Coin Federation, their crop harvest was simply tragic. On the other hand, the surrounding nations had favorable weather, and every acre of land was at least thirty percent better, so it was a bumper harvest beyond imagination!

Despite the God of Wealth scolding the Goddess of Bumper Harvest at Pantheon temple, the Goddess of Bumper was good at playing at the edge. She didn't intentionally let Dhaka Commercial Association and Gold Coin Federation have a poor harvest, but only streamed in godly power at the surrounding area, and even poured in the share of the two nations into the surrounding nations.

Hence, famine happened.

The head chef in the "old axe" pub, or maybe it's called the Traverser Sui Xiong MK4, was lying against the sturdy wooden door and looked at the starving people with worry. These starving people were mostly farmers. Their harvest was bad, but the taxation of the nobles wasn't exempted nor reduced. After paying taxes, they couldn't even guarantee a mouthful of food for themselves.

Under such circumstances, they could only take loans from businessmen, but most of the loan was rejected. The businessmen were brutal and smart. They could tell that there's weren't much benefits that they could get from the farmers, so they wouldn't even waste a single penny on them.

The farmers that lacked of food sold everything that could be sold in their houses, but they still couldn't get a sufficient food supply. Under such a situation, many of the farmers brought their families to gather at the town, as there were number of kind god churches that would give out food for charity.

The kind god churches could not give much food to the large crowd of starving people, but it was better than nothing. To the poor that were already as poor as a church mouse, that was their only hope to live.

Sui Xiong looked at the sight and was sorry. He could simply imagine the terrifying scene that would happen in the ending of winter and the beginning of spring. Although he learned art but not history, the two paintings of Flow Chart and Fluent Map (picture of the migrant figure intended to depict the displaced person) by Northern Song Dynasty official Zheng Xia and Republic of China Jiang Zhaohe were significant incidents that happened in painting history. If an artist that went through professional training didn't know about this, he must be a counterfeit, of the worst quality kind!

Sui Xiong wasn't considered as an elite in drawing, but he at least completed his entire degree during university. The sight of Flow Chart and corresponding history and story was appearing in his hear that very moment.

"Boss, can't we figure out some ways to do something for them?" He returned to the pub in distress and told his boss, "If this continues, at most for two more months, the place would be strewn with corpses of the starved!"

The boss, who had sideburns and a beard that covered all over his face, sighed and shook his head. He was not hard-hearted, and he wanted to do something for these poor people, but what can a small pub do for them?

During that time, he reduced the price of the food to its cost price, with no profits,and the bread was sold out everyday the moment it got out from the oven. That's all he could do.

"Hey, boss. Weren't you an adventurer? I remember you have a nice crossbow, right?" Sui Xiong suddenly recalled something and asked.

The boss nodded, but he didn't understand what he meant.

"Lend me your crossbow, and I'll bring a few strong men to hunt."

"Are you crazy?!" The boss got a shock and scolded, "Everything in the woods belongs to the feudal lord, those hunting in secret will be hanged!"

"Hanging means death, but starvation means death too. What is the difference?" Sui Xiong laughed sarcastically, "Regardless, we can't just let them die of starvation…"

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Chapter 195: Chapter 65

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When they spoke of poaching, they meant that they were hunting in the woods that belonged to the nobles. According to the traditions in the world, the feudal lord noble possessed the ownership of the entire manor, including the land and the things that grew on the land.

As for man-made items, or other things, like crops, that required manpower during growth, the labor would be able to shared, with parts of the profit being given back to the workers. However, the majority of all profits still belonged to the feudal lord.

In the woods, regardless of whether it be a plant or animal, since these things were not man-made, nor was anyone contributing manpower to their growth, they belonged to the feudal lord entirely. Thus, no one could attempt to invade such areas.

In other words, besides a hunter, who must first have received permission from the feudal lord and have paid a hunting tax, any other hunting activities would be considered as robbing the feudal lord's wealth. This sort of hunting was a crime, accompanied by severe punishment.

In fact, the very lightest punishment would be the chopping off of one's hand or the digging out an eyeball! The most commonly seen punishment was death by hanging.

It was heard that there were some powerful feudal lords, who would even hire mages to cast magic on the farmers that hunted illegally in their lands. All in all, hunting was considered as being something very dangerous, something that courts death. Hence, people that didn't have a death wish better not get involved!

Sui Xiong, of course, didn't want to die, but he still just couldn't watch the others starve to death before him. The famine victims were severely lacking food, and he knew that there was a wealth of food sources in the mountain. Moreover, he just so happened to be able to borrow a crossbow that was not too shabby…

What else should I do? Isn't the answer quite clear?

Having grown up in a democratic society since his birth, he never thought that it was right and proper for the noble to possess everything on his manor. On the contrary, the ideal of "serving the people above all" was infused into his blood. You could say that it basically had become that patch of redness in his inner marrow.

So, he convinced the pub boss to join him, bringing along the crossbow, as well as a few other men, each of whom would give their lives to feed their families. This small ragtag group then entered the mountain together.

The poor harvest didn't seem to have affected the numerous wild animals in the mountain.Thus, they were able to shoot several deer dead.

"Look, even the deer has fat on its body, while the humans here are skin and bones from starvation…" Sui Xiong complained, while he carried the deer back with the others, who were all quietly sneaking away from the woods.

It was quite a strong buck (male deer), which was most likely seven to eight hundred catties (one catty equals to 0.5 kilograms). From its body, they got about four hundred and fifty to sixty catties of edible resources, including skin, flesh, bones and some inlets.

These things go well, when added with some edible wild herbs! As such, this haul should be able to feed the few families of the men for about half a month's time!

Although antlers and some other items might be able to be sold for a high price, Sui Xiong was very careful with everything, choosing to bury such things deep underground, not daring to yet bring them out in the light. He knew that, if the news spread and the feudal lord found out about their recent hunting expedition, they might die!

But, there isn't a wall in the world which hasn't a crack in it. Two to three days later, the other famine victims found out about their little adventure, and the spoils it profited them. As these people were suffering from extreme cold and hunger, they couldn't be bothered by the feudal lord's law. Hence, they came to look for Sui Xiong for help.

Sui Xiong helped them all to hunt for deer in the mountain woods. The news of this, of course, travelled very quickly.

During noon, after about ten days of this, the feudal lord's head of guards brought ten soldiers to the pub. Sui Xiong, of course, tried to escape. Relying on his quick response and decent stamina, he dashed out from the pub, then ran towards the entrance of the town.

As he ran, a feather arrow flew across the sky, hitting him in the back. He staggered, but continued to flee. Then, he took a second arrow, and a third arrow…

After a while, Sui Xiong was caught, and his body was hung on a tree at the entrance of the town. He had six arrows shot into his body, and his blood soaked straight through his clothes.

After a while, before the sky grew dark, the other few people that were involved in the poaching, were captured and hung alongside him. Some died after being hung up alive, while some were killed and hung up later, making an example to the public of what punishment awaited any who disobeyed the laws of the land.

The sky grew dark, and the winter night was cold. During the night, lightning struck the tree that was being used as the gallows. The entire tree was burnt to ashes, along with the dead bodies that were hung on it.

The commoners couldn't see that there was a huge jellyfish floating in the air, while all this was happening. The jellyfish was deep in thought, sighing with emotions.

"As a God, I really don't pay enough attention to the commoners' world!"

The jellyfish mumbled to himself. "Back then, when I heard about the church of the Goddess of Bumper Harvest having conflict with the church of the God of Wealth, and of its suffering a loss, I found it interesting. I didn't know that, behind the interesting bits, there was such a heavy-hearted tragedy!"

Then, he returned to the theme park and commanded the Void Mask church to help the famine victims, utilizing all of their efforts and resources.

"Food will be a big issue." Rhodes immediately raised up the problem. "We are not able to take out an adequate amount of food that would be sufficient to aid the victims of a whole country!"

"I will figure out a way," Sui Xiong replied in a low voice.

"Also to consider, are the logistics," Rhodes said. "To transport food to each corner of the Gold Coin Federation, is far beyond our capability. As for aiding the victims of the Dhaka Commercial Association, it is totally impossible!"

"Let's do our best," Sui Xiong said. " If there is any actual difficulty that can't be solved, then come and look for me. I will figure out a way."

Everyone exchanged glances, as they didn't understand why he suddenly would send out such a ridiculous order. However, regardless if it was out of kindness or loyalty, they couldn't refuse.

Thus, the order was carried out very quickly. The food that the entire church stored was sent towards the south continuously. It was going straight to the Gold Coin Federation for the victims.

At the same time, Sui Xiong opened the transportation portal of the Gold Coins Federation and the Dhaka Commercial Association, so that more food could be sent quicker.

"Going at this rate, our stored food will most likely be sufficient for a few more days," Morani said. "Where are you going to look for more food?"

"The Beast Realm," Sui Xiong said.

"I guessed as much." Morani smiled. "Let me help you with that."

In actual fact, there were many others, besides Morani, who were willing to help him. This number went even beyond those within the Void Mask church as well.

In the chaotic world, with countless magic beasts reproducing, Sui Xiong saw many Gods that were there to hunt. These Gods were mainly guardian deities from various places.

Their clergies had decided that they needed to prevent their areas from suffering a large scale calamity and famine. So, even though they knew that what they were doing was basically daylight robbery, they couldn't be bothered too much about it.

Of course, he also saw the dominator of the world, the strong God that was known as the Beast King…

The Beast Realm was a barren world. It was about a third of the size of the main dimension. There were countless varieties of beasts living there, ranging from wild beasts to magic beasts. The world itself was ruled by a powerful God, who was the invincible ruler of the world.

To obtain his approval to hunt for sufficient food, various Gods had to pay a hefty price. But, they had no other really viable alternatives.

They could, of course, borrow food from the nature God system. In the holy kingdom of the nature God system, there were numerous pieces of golden wheat land, as well as trees that were covered with fruits, all of which would totally be sufficient to feed the victims.

But, the nature God system never liked humans. Most of them felt that including humans, due to the excessive expansion of the wise tribe, would ruin the balance of nature. Thus, if there could be a few large scale natural or man-made calamities, which would cause a loss of half of the human population, they would be cheering for it.

So, basically, if you're asking to borrow food to throw a party, that wouldn't be a problem. But, borrowing food to aid a human victim? Forget about it!

As for the other worlds that produced food, they were either too small, and thus unable to provide such a large amount of food, or they required too much time in order to raise up an adequate supply. The final scenario was that some worlds were already forcibly occupied by ferocious and powerful magic beasts, so even various Gods dared not set foot within them recklessly, much less to request aid!

After all, the guardian deities of these places were mostly among the lowest level of the Gods. Hence, they only had weak divine power. Such inferior power was insufficient for them to hunt in such dangerous worlds.

Also, since it was the Beast Realm, Sui Xiong had to get the Beast King's permission to hunt there safely. In order to obtain the right to hunt there, Sui Xiong paid the Beast King a huge price. He bartered his divinity, which was as important as fresh blood to many other Gods. But, when all was said and done, he successfully hunted, securing sufficient food and finding quite a number of valuable breeds in the process.

Winter then passed, followed by spring. Then came summer, followed by autumn.

After the long famine passed, the entire Void Mask church was exhausted, including their God. But their contribution had received a generous payback. The influence of their church increased tremendously, and the number of believers also increased significantly. There was even an emergence of smaller scale churches of its same branch, which spread throughout the Gold Coin Federation and the Dhaka Commercial Association.

There were only a few dozen of these churches, but their belief was extremely pious though. Towards the God that lent them a helping hand unconditionally during their toughest time, even if it was a huge jellyfish, they repaid Him with great appreciation and devotion.

Sui Xiong's reward didn't stop there, as during the aid, he had gotten to know many Gods. Hence, he had received recognition from many of these kind and benevolent Gods.

The title of Void Mask became not only synonymous with a "huge jellyfish that was good at fighting, but bad at thinking," but became a "huge jellyfish that was good at fighting, bad at thinking, and yet kind!"

Actually, there was more than one powerful and kind God that looked for the Master of Mystery in secret, and who wished to play the role of neutralizer to mediate their dispute. These Gods, when visited personally, might not be much to look at, but after they turned up in a multitude, there was a sway in the Master of Mystery's attitude.

"There seems to be a favorable turn happening!" Morani told Sui Xiong happily. "I think we might not need to fight this war!"

Sui Xiong was very happy, too. So, when he created Traverser Sui Xiong MK5, he added some extra ability in for the clone.

"Living is his first mission," he said. "No matter if he makes a mistake or upholds justice, he must be able to live on. So, a traverser must possess the power to escape, even if there is danger."

"He doesn't need to be very strong, but he has to be very sensitive. He also must be able to feel danger and be able to respond accordingly to such danger in a timely manner. And, if there is a need to escape, he must be able to run very fast."

Hence, the traverser became an athlete that was good at running short and long distances. Siu Xiong felt that such a person would be able to live in this world well enough, and would have a very long life!

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Chapter 196: Chapter 66

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"The great Void Mask Majesty, thank you for the food that you have provided us today, Amen."

Under the lead of an elder, the orphans put their palms together for a prayer and bowed at the image of a jellyfish on the wall, as they drew a cross before their chest. If this was on earth, such action that combined heresy and paganism would definitely be condemned in speech and writing by the theologist. There might even be someone who named " XXX Barack" that bomb the stronghold of the heresy. But, in the world that was a forest of religion, it was perfectly natural, as it was an orphanage built and funded by the church of Void Mask.

Actually, Sui Xiong personally was against the idea of tying up belief for the orphanage, as he felt that people should have freedom of religion. As there was freedom of religion, there should be freedom of non-religion, and freedom of choosing their religion, and of course, freedom to change their religion. From his standpoint, all of these were natural, but he couldn't insist the wrongs were the rights, just because he became God.

An orphanage was a charity organization, so there shouldn't be any expectations in return, when one did good deeds. Even if one wanted repayment, that shouldn't be involved with any religion commitment.

Looking at those kids who spoke on a daily basis with "the great Void Mask Majesty", he felt uneasy. He felt that if he were to continue running the orphanage, it would eventually develop to the point where they brainwash and plant extreme consciousness into the kids, and finally sent them for terror attacks as suicide bombers.

With thoughts of such a possibility, he could feel his molar aching. But his way of thought triggered his believers' refutation, even the old man in the orphanage didn't agree with him.

To them, the orphanage was part of the church. As these orphans accepted assistance, they of course had to contribute their belief. It was only right and proper to do so, nothing wrong about it.

What do the churches ask for? Of course, belief! Does any other thing carry more value than the existence of greatness in mortal life? They are completely useless!

"You, Majesty, didn't you tell me something about 'equivalent exchange'? These kids received assistance from the orphanage and got their lives. What else could be comparable with life in this world? It will most likely be belief." Leon advised, "It is of course great that you contribute without looking for return, but if you were to receive assistance and not repay it, isn't that worse? To these kids, receiving your assistance means to repay with their belief. I feel that is quite reasonable."

Sui Xiong remained silent for a long time. He thought the way Leon thought was problematic, but he couldn't tell what's wrong with it. In the end, he left a statement of "Until the kids grow up, they must have their freedom to choose their belief", then he didn't bother with the matters in orphanage anymore.

To be able to secure the kids grow up healthily was more important. The rest of the matters should be talked about in the future. He is god, but not the Almighty Lord, after all.

"Speaking of which… maybe we should try the way of the Almighty Lord?"

His thought ended, he then came into the Chaotic World again.

He cleared his throat and Sui Xiong shouted, "Firstly, there must be light!"

It was an earthly silence among chaos, and there was no response at all.

"Huh? Did I remember the lines wrongly?" He thought and mumbled, "Could it be that I must speak in English?"

Luckily Sui Xiong's English wasn't bad, thanks to his teacher. Plus, he had to use English when he was drawing gaming illustrations during his spare time, so he could really memorize a few lines from the English Holy Bible.

"In the beginning, God created the heaven and the earth…" He mumbled to himself and he straightaway ignored the part and jumped to the last part, "Let there be light!" he shouted.

There was still silence among chaos, with no response. Sui Xiong was quiet for a while and then finally burst out with laughter.

"Silly me!"

He rowed his tentacles, and the jellyfish god left chaotically, and returned to the main dimension. He came and left in silence, without telling anyone. So, luckily, his silly action wasn't known by anyone, at least he thought so. As for the few bastards that were looking in a hidden spot, he wielded "Turn a blind eye power" and ignored them entirely.

He was so busy after all, he couldn't be bothered by such small matters. This was really not an excuse, Sui Xiong was really busy then!

Ever since the aiding of victims for disaster, the church of Void Mask had increased their influence vigorously, and became a kind god church that gained a little fame. Not only did they accept many believers from Dhaka Commercial Association and Gold Coin Federation that directly benefited, even the other nations that did not benefit directly back then, had many of his believers as well.

There were more believers, and the most direct outcome was that there were more people that prayed to Sui Xiong . These prayers were sent to him via the channel of religion.

Although he could shield off most meaningless prayers through godly power and also those prayers that simply wanted benefits, there were some prayers that contained strong will that no god could ignore. These prayers were normally people who were asking for help in their difficult position or the passion from the deepest of their heart. If god did not respond to these, the unanswered prayers would turn into a heavy burden.

Once or twice would be alright. But if the burden were to be accumulated, god would have difficulty to move forward, as though they were tied down with a huge rock.

But, it was no easy task to answer prayers as well. Sui Xiong always encountered wishes that he had no idea how to deal with, even god had no idea, sometimes. He had to ask for help from his brothers, and the answer he got was, it is really impossible, to make this person lose his memory then.

The fuck! That works too?!

Sui Xiong was embarrassed. He couldn't imagine that this is the way various gods dealt with unfulfillable wishes. He sighed with emotions, thinking that he was really too young and innocent, and immature at times…. If you can't solve the problem, eliminate the problem. Isn't that a famous cyber line?!

Huh?! You say that cyber lines are not trustworthy? Cheh… The head of country could use cyber lines to rule a nation. He, who was a jellyfish, used cyber lines to solve problems, so what was wrong with that!

But, Sui Xiong was a honest and generous man after all, even though he learned the ultimate profound skill of "eliminating problem", he leaned more towards "solving problem". Even though it was more troublesome and more difficult, it wasn't much of a problem.

Then, he was dealing with a problem that was slightly more troublesome and more difficult. It was a noble that wasn't any devoted believer. He prayed to any god, for god to bestowed a child upon him, regardless of a son or daughter, as long as there was a child! As long as his child could inherit his manor and title, inherit his family name, he need not to worry about the extinction of his family line!

But this noble was cursed by the human god system's Goddess of Family once, due to something. So, he didn't have the ability to reproduce.

How to deal with this? At least any normal gods had no ideas. If the matter continued to develop, most likely the noble would gradually grow hopeless, and finally, either die or strike a deal with the devil, which was harmful to himself and the others.

But, he was lucky, as the Void Mask church was newly built in his manor. After he did some research and realized the "Void Mask" god was a kind god that operated theme parks and aided victims of disaster, he visited the leader of Void Mask Church, a businessman.

And he prayed before the other person's shrine, at the statue of a green jellyfish. His prayers were sincere and the emotions were strong, just like a mosquito buzzing at Sui Xiong's ear.

"You are cursed." There was a ray of lights shone onto the noble from the jellyfish statue. After a few seconds, the light dispersed and Sui Xiong's voice was heard from the statue, "You can't give birth to any children."

The noble knew about it long ago, and he wasn't surprised, but he prayed with sincerity anyway. That was what his theologist friend taught him, as long as the church didn't chase him out, continue to pray sincerely. As long as he tried one after another, there must be a god that couldn't stand his annoyance, and that finally stood out to resolve his problem and fulfil his wish.

He persisted in prayers for about then minutes, and Sui Xiong was annoyed. He had no choice but to help him to solve the problem. The noble was cursed that he couldn't reproduce. If so, detour from the "curse" then.

"Do you know? Actually, a drop of blood, and a strand of hair would contain the complete genes." Sui Xiong floated out from the shrine and looked upon the alms giver, who was surprised. "You are cursed by the Goddess of Family. Even I wouldn't be able to resolve the curse for you, but I could shift the curse away."

"Shift?"

"Correct." Sui Xiong smiled and said, "The curse does not direct to your soul, but your body. Reproduction is a body's matter, which was not related to your soul, but the one that was carrying a curse wasn't your genes, but you as a person.

The noble was confused, as he didn't understand. Actually, Sui Xiong didn't understand himself, so he was just simply bullshitting.

Seizing the time where he was bullshitting, he had already checked the noble's body thoroughly, and had made a body that looked exactly the same in secret.

He checked carefully at the body, and made sure there wasn't any curse or any bad content or hidden illness. He seemed pretty healthy.

Then, he used magic to make the noble fall asleep and concealed the surroundings to move the noble's soul to a new body. As expected, after changing into a new body, the curse didn't follow over.

"That's it?" The noble didn't know that he already changed a body when he woke up. He realized that he was still the same, with no changes. He couldn't help but felt a little doubtful.

"Out-and-out, genuine!" Sui Xiong said proudly, "You can go ahead and try. If you can't give birth to any children, go ahead and cause me trouble!"

He thought and added, "But I do not guarantee that you will give birth to a boy…"

The noble left quite dubiously, and left the body that was cursed by the Goddess of Family. Sui Xiong pondered and brought the body along to analyze it.

Regarding the ability of the Goddess of Family, he was quite curious. Like the saying "there was no day nor night in the mountains", once Sui Xiong started researching, he would forget about time, until he was finally awoke with a start. When he woke up, the eldest son of the noble was already born, and they were throwing a ceremony to pray to him piously to thank him.

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The festive atmosphere filled the entire estate. Everyone was radiant with joy.

The merriment was resulting from the feudal lord's having finally welcomed his son that day. He had been having trouble having a descendant to the throne, so now the previous worry regarding the inheritance of the manor, which had been troubling him so much, was finally resolved!

It was a great, joyous occasion, especially since having a noble without an heir meant that the manor would be revoked after the noble died. Not only would that mean the end of his family line, but it would also mean that his underings would lose their protection as well. This included even the people that worked and resided in the manor.

Should such a thing occur, a new noble owner would spend an enormous amount of money to acquire the manor. Most often, these new nobles were greedy and brutal, as they would want to show their power at the beginning, their targets naturally being the people that resided within the manor.

Thinking about that kind of situation, of which they were now able to joyuosly be saved from, gave people goosebumps.

Comparatively, the manor that they had now, although he wasn't that reliable, at least their current noble wasn't a bad person. The people knew him well enough to believe that the continued rule by this family would be the best thing.

When Sui Xiong came to the estate secretly, he saw this atmosphere of cheer and laughter. With his divine power, he could tell that the commoners were simple and transparent. After looking at them for a while, he nodded and was also happy.

"The manor owner seems like a good person. I am glad that I didn't save the wrong person."

After a while, he saw that the feudal lord was leading a bunch of people towards the newly built Void Mask statue for prayers. The baron was glowing with health, smiling widely.

In fact, he appeared to be a totally different person from the one who was previously so forlorn looking. He could see the light of belief and hope beaming strongly within the new father's bright eyes. It seemed like he had already become Sui Xiong's devoted believer.

Sui Xiong shook his head lightly. Once the ceremony ended, he took form before him secretly, saying, "You have a son now, and it is joyful news. Why bother with such a grand ceremony?!"

He then said, "The scale of your estate doesn't seem that big, and it doesn't look like it has much money. So, what's the point of keeping up such appearances?"

The baron smiled but did not debate him. He only thanked him continuously.

Sui Xiong made a casual remark back, but in the end, he didn't mind too much. He chatted a while, and couldn't help but ask the man how he had provoked the Goddess of Family. After all, a commoner that provoked a God wasn't a common sight. Normally, only experts at the level of Leon could piss a God off, at least to the point of their being punished!

But when he asked about this, he was caught in a ridiculously awkward position. Back then, the reason why the man pissed off the Goddess of Family, was due to an incident that had occured. In this incident, he had acted as a matchmaker, in order to bring a pair of youngsters together. The girl among the couple happened to be a Holy Daughter from the church of the Goddess of Family.

Most of the church practiced the system of the Holy Son. This meant that he was a talent who was specially nurtured, and was designated for God to possess when God descended. This kind of talent would be called the Holy Daughter, should it have been a girl.

Regardless of whether it be a Holy Son or Holy Daughter, they generally had strict requirements. The most important requirement of a Holy Daughter to the Goddess of Family was to be ascetic…

"You are extremely audacious! How dare you assist someone else to seduce the Holy Daughter of another's church?! You weren't beaten to death, and for that, you should consider yourself extremely lucky!"

After he found out what had happened, Sui Xiong couldn't help but tease him.

"Such injustice, Your Majesty! I didn't know at all then!" The baron bemoaned against the said injustice. "Until I sent them off to the boat, so that they could flee to a faraway place, and then opened the present that they had left for me, I didn't realize that I would be in such big trouble!"

After he found out the truth, the man was so afraid, he didn't even return to his hotel, but left his luggage and started to run away immediately. Luckily, he ran fast enough, so that the knights from the church of the Goddess of Family couldn't catch up with him. Thus, he managed to escape.

However, although he managed to escape the chase of a commoner, he didn't manage to escape the punishment of a God. The Goddess of Family cursed him, decreeing that he would die without an heir.

That had been fifteen or sixteen years ago. He was only seventeen to eighteen years old at the time. Now, he was already a middle-aged man in his thirties!

Sui Xiong heard this story, then nodded lightly. He asked, "Now that you have a child, what do you plan to do? I'm telling you, although I am able to resolve the curse for you, the rage of the Goddess of Family has yet to vanish. You need to mollify her still."

"If I had a way to, don't you think I would have by now?"

Sui Xiong thought about what the noble said, agreeing that it was indeed a difficult fix. As the saying appropriately puts it, "One can be a thief for 1,000 days, but how is it possible to defend against thieves for a 1,000 days?" Hence, even if Sui Xiong could defend him right now at the moment, how could he defend him for life?!

In the world, if one wanted the strength to protect oneself from a God's anger, he would at least have to be a legendary expert like Leon. This unlucky man wasn't even on par with a beginner adventurer of the lowest standard. He was merely a rookie.

He pondered the situation, then tried to send a message to the Goddess of Family, asking how he could calm the Goddess down, wondering how he could let the commoner, who was punished for a dozen years already, off the hook. The Goddess of Family replied very quickly. She expressed that, as long as the noble contributes a child to Her, becoming the Holy Son of Her church, she would let the whole incident go.

The baron's face suddenly grew grave. He had finally gotten a son, who he had to keep in order to inherit the family property. So, how could he send his child to the church of the Goddess of Family to be a Holy Son?

However, Sui Xiong had an idea. "What are you afraid of? The Goddess of Family didn't give you a deadline for that!"

"Huh?"

"You are only thirty plus years old. Work harder and give birth to a few children from now on. What is so difficult about that?"

The baron then realized the truth of this, then finally relaxed.

In the temple, where light shines at every corner, the Goddess of Family, who was elegant and poised, sighed and shook Her head.

"How was it?" the tall and dignified shadow asked.

"Although he is willing to reason, he is cunning." the Goddess of Family said. "It won't be easy to bring him under control!"

"It shouldn't be easy. After all, he is an expert that can nurture the God of Knowledge!" The dignified shadow smiled as he spoke, "No matter how difficult it is, you got to give it a try. Maybe He isn't worth much Himself, but His God follower was greatly significant. If we could recruit Him into the human God system, it would be extremely beneficial to our development and growth!"

"It's actually quite interesting, just to think about this. Since the very beginning, there were many people that took the path of wisdom and culture, but there's only one person that took the crucial leap to realize the segregation of wisdom. Although it was just a matter of time, it happened to take place right now, and it happened at the hands of His believer! It does give one a very strange feeling."

The shadow that was beaming touched His chubby chin, thinking as he mumbled to himself, "Unless… We are back to the era, where winds and clouds agitate the realm, and the huge jellyfish is the crucial person that will bear the fate!"

"Haha… It can't be! How could the fate of the world be borne by a jellyfish?!" He laughed hysterically, seeming to find himself very humorous.

The Goddess of Family hesitated, then asked, "Your Majesty… If we take in the God of Knowledge, it means that we are going against the Master of Mystery…"

"What's wrong with going against Him?" The tall shadow laughed. "The others are afraid of Him, but I am not! My Buddha Hammer has been lonely for so many years. It'd be great to have an opponent to practice on!"

Sui Xiong, of course, wouldn't know the things that happened in this other holy kingdom. He solved the baron's problem, then he stayed temporarily in his manor in order to demonstrate the building of his temple.

The baron's surname was Henry. Under Sui Xiong's suggestion, he named his eldest son Ou.

"What so special about that name?" Baron Henry asked.

"Of course, it's meaningful. It means that he will become a cultural person." Sui Xiong spoke assertively, seeming to reply with great seriousness.

Baron Henry was satisfied with the answer. He was also satisfied with the plan for his child's future, which had been suggested by Void Mask Majesty.

Of course, he didn't know that Sui Xiong was thinking that…

This name suits a comedian, and he would have a bright future if he performed comedic dialogues!

Baron Henry wasn't wealthy, and the temple wasn't exactly big. Even so, it was bearable by Baron Henry alone. The reason why it could be built so smoothly was mainly because he received the support of the Void Mask church. It was also because it relied on the use of the transportation portal to transport sufficient wealth and manpower to complete it.

It wasn't like any normal temple that used high arches and stone pillars. It didn't have any majestic statues and luxuries, except for a few paintings on the walls. Instead, it was a simple house that was built with bricks and wood. By the way, among those paintings, there were a few signed by the artist "Harrod," which was actually a pseudonym that Sui Xiong gave himself.

A few days before the first snow, the temple was finally completed, so they organized the very first regular offering. The one that hosted the entire offering ceremony was the wolfman reconnoiter, who shifted his membership to the Void Mask church, due to his passion for delicious food. His name was Miramon.

The food lover, who had turned into a half orc from once being a full orc, had learned to cook at the Void Mask's theme park, before finally becoming a proud high priest in the end.

Why would someone, who was learning to cook as his livelihood, then become a high priest? This trivial matter didn't seem worth digging it to at the moment …

All in all, after transferring as a high priest, Miramon did quite well. He was qualified and met every standard. Even aside from the ceremonies of the church, he always brought the believers feasts. Even though there were mostly home-cooked foods readily available, his exquisite cooking skills and sensitive taste buds seized control of everyone's stomachs, which contributed greatly to the expansion of the belief within the Void Mask church.

Mm, very well, very well…

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Chapter 198: Chapter 68

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"This is the medicine that could prolong life?" Sui Xiong looked at the bottle of pink medicine curiously, "It looks very normal."

On the desk before him, there was a small bottle that was made of crystal. It was almost the length of a normal adult's index finger. The bottle mouth was about the thickness of a thumb, the hexagram body of the bottle was gradually expanded, and formed a container with not much of a volume. Estimating by the looks of it, the bottle probably wouldn't be more than fifty ml.

In the small bottle, it was almost filled with pink medicine. The medicine was clear, without impurities in it. Smelling it carefully, one could smell a hint of blood among the smell of green grass. This was the medicine that was developed by Miss Wendy, Slime Alchemy Master, after almost ten years of research. The life-prolonging medicine.

It could delay the body aging speed of the user. One would be in a situation whereby aging wouldn't happen for almost ten years time. But, once the potency of the medicine expired, the body would develop strong resistance to the medicine. If one were to consume it, the effect would drop tremendously. Until the third time one drinks it, it would basically have zero effect.

In order to complete this type of medicine, Wendy rejected almost all jobs to fully concentrate on the research. The alchemy master, Tyrian's only disciples, the Slime young girl that inherited all Tyrian's skills, spent countless time and effort, and went through countless times of failure, until she finally completed it.

"The main content was the blood of a huge snake that was cultivated with flesh and blood as a culture medium. Hence, the bloody smell is inevitable." Wendy was a little tired when she spoke, "But I added the flavoring essence extracted from green grass, and diluted the bloody smell, which shouldn't affect the taste."

Sui Xiong nodded and asked curiously, "What is the supplementary?"

"Too many of them, if I were to introduce, one by one, I need at least half a day's time. Are you interested?"

"Er… Not interested."

"Then, forget it." Wendy's body wriggled and became a ball of slime. She then lied on the soft cushion next to the table, "I need to rest for a few days. This is a sample. The first batch of product can only be produced after ten days."

"Huh? Need to wait for another ten days?" Sui Xiong was confused, "Why do we need to wait for so long?"

"Because in the production, there is a step that takes a longer time." Wendy's speaking tone carried weariness, "About… twenty days… can… produce…. one batch…."

As she spoke, she started snoring.

Sui Xiong didn't disturb the alchemy master that continued to work for countless hours, but looked at the bottle of medicine with interest on his own. But, honestly speaking, the medicine was very common, regardless of the appearance, smell or even taste…

A medicine that could only prolong twelve to thirteen years of life for a commoner, and wouldn't be much of use to Gods. The medicine was actually the third improvised version. Reminiscing on the previous four versions, made people deeply feel the difficulty of the research.

The first version was completed during the opening of the theme park, but it had severe side effects. Although it could prolong life tremendously, it would cause a tendency to beastify among the users. The few rabbits used for experiment, not only did their hair fall out after drinking the medicine, they even grew snake scales.

That kind of medicine of course couldn't be commercialised, it didn't even have any practicality. Hence, they were destroyed entirely, and only research data remained.

The second version of medicine was completed during the time where Sui Xiong was dragging the world into the Abyss. It didn't have much of a side effect, but its disadvantage was also that it "didn't have much of a side effect". The medication could delay aging for about five years and could be overlapped. At least from the experiment on animals, there seemed to be unlimited overlapping numbers.

The few rabbits that were used for experiment were almost tortured with "Aging spell". According to calculation, they had at least lost a hundred years or above of their lives, but they were not affected at all, and were still jumping around actively by then.

In other words, as long as there was enough supply of the medicine, it could allow the users enjoy eternal youth and never to worry about dying of old age.

Sui Xiong got the news and told Wendy to produce a batch of the medicine and store them using a magic method, along with the related information. He also warned Wendy to not reveal any news about it to the others.

The medicine was quite useful then. For instance, the diplomat of finance for Void Mask church, Rhode took the medicine. Relying on the medicine, he who was originally turning into old age from middle age and whose body was going downhill, avoided aging and was then working energetically.

Then, it was the third version of the medicine, which was completed sometime before Wor turned into god. It was basically similar to the first version. Every time one takes the medicine, it could delay age for two to three years, and it could be ten for about three times in total.

Honestly speaking, the third version almost fulfilled all the requirements. Yet Sui Xiong felt that, if it was only two to three years, there wasn't much of an impact and so it wouldn't kick start on the market quickly. So, he told Wendy to continue to develop the next version.

Hence the fourth version…

Sui Xiong looked at it carefully and read through the information provided by Wendy thoroughly. He wanted to depend on his knowledge of traverser to operate on a strategically advantageous position, to make better improvisation. But, before he came here, he wasn't a biology nor chemistry student. So, after looking at the research information for a few days, besides "the hell, these look very impressive", he didn't have much harvest.

But, he memorized the formula. If he were to follow suit, he should also be able to make some medicine that prolongs life. But, if he had learned alchemist and he could develop some medicine… Hehe, let's talk about something else instead…

After a few days, Wendy who had now had enough sleep, finally woke up. She ate a pile of bread that was almost the size of her body and drank an amount of drinks that was almost twice her body size. Then, she burped and turned back into her human figure energetically.

Sui Xiong looked her up and down confusedly.

"Why? Do I look weird?" Wendy asked.

"No, nothing's wrong, that's why I'm confused." Sui Xiong answered, "You ate so much earlier, why didn't your body shape change?"

He scratched his head with his tentacles, and looked pensive, "Maybe… you can consider yourself as a research material and invent some sort of losing weight program…"

"Can I earn?" Wendy asked.

Sui Xiong thought carefully and shook his head.

The people in this world were not rich in general, so there was hardly any fatties. Generally speaking, fat represented wealth, and if the rich wanted to lose weight, it was fairly easy. Just look for a reliable spellcaster and cast a "weight loss spell".

The magic was invented by the Goddess of Love and Beauty, when she was still a commoner. It could efficiently amend a human's body shape… Maybe there wasn't any need to talk about it greatly, in actual fact, it was a only a magic used specifically for losing weight.

The intermediate magic wasn't cheap, but it was very efficient. A person that really needed to lose weight, probably wouldn't accept a losing weight spell with no money. But a person that couldn't even enjoy a losing weight spell, probably wouldn't even have the spare time to think about the problem of losing weight. Plus, in this world, there were many places that treat fat as beauty.

It wasn't like these people valued beauty differently, as though fat men and women were more attractive, but they thought fat was a symbol of wealth and wealth is a symbol of status. That's why when a fat person was walking down the street, one would naturally receive everyone's envious and respectful eyeing.

Just like the idiom said, "Temperament, dress, conversation could be faked but only fats needed to be achieved by eating."

To sell medicine for losing weight in this world, he reckoned there was not much "money future". Wendy was a miser. If medicine for losing weight couldn't make money, she would threw away the thought far, far away.

In the dining hall where it could contain more than thousand people, there were creepy looking pipes and water tanks that formed a complicated shape. Walking inside, Sui Xiong felt that he seemed to transverse into the world of Frankenstein and he felt like he was visiting the laboratory where "Frankenstein" was made.

In front of the sealed crystal tank at the ending in the hall, he saw that the liquid above was gradually clarified. The impurities within were slowly dissolved. It was just that the speed of dissolving was saddening…

"Until they were fully dissolved and add in stabiliser, the batch of medicine will be done." Wendy gazed steadily at the medicine that was changing in a steadily slow speed with rapt attention.

Sui Xiong looked at her and suddenly felt a little guilty. To let a little lady work overtime, am I guilty of running a blood and sweat factory?

Although Wendy was originally a slime, who belonged to magic creature, even on earth, he reckoned she wouldn't even have human rights. Er, maybe in Belgium. But Sui Xiong had been judgemental according to wisdom instead of bloodline. Wendy had the same wisdom as a human, she was even wiser than most of the humans, her moral values ain't bad either. So, he naturally treated slime that was good at alchemy skill as a human teenage girl.

If it was on earth, and Wendy were to post a status on Weibo, "My boss made me work overtime continuously for half a month. I couldn't take it anymore so I closed my eyes and slept for a few days". There must be a big bunch of people filled with righteous indignation who would condemn Sui Xiong in both speech and writing.

If she posted along with a selfie, the comment that criticized Sui Xiong and shared would number probably more than ten thousand, even the police authority might be involved with a lodged police report to investigate who the brutal Sui Xiong was, to see if he should be arrested and sentenced for punishment.

He thought and he couldn't help but laugh.

"Why?" Wendy heard his laughter and shook her head suspiciously, "What's wrong with my face again? Or is there anything funny in the room?"

"No, I just recalled an interesting thing." Sui Xiong said, "Do you need me to cast a magic spell to complete the medicine earlier?"

Wendy thought and nodded vigorously, as she couldn't wait to see the situation after the medicine entered the market!

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"This is what you found valuable? A present that was worthy enough to disturb me?"

The question was posed by one of the two marquis of the Gold Coin Federation. It was the current Darc Marquis, Rayson Darc.

He looked at the little crystal bottle, his eyes glistening with unhappiness. "A bottle of gold meta-allergy medicine… Could this make a godly weapon sharp? Or could it give me an indestructible body? Or, is it tasteless and colorless, so that it couldn't be discovered via poison testing magic?"

The fat man, who was now bowing before him, was covered in sweat, partially because he had been running the entire way there, and partially because he was just nervous. He knew that this master that he served was short-tempered and would easily get angry if he was disturbed while enjoying his leisure time. However, he also knew that, if he didn't send the precious medicine to him at this very first moment, he would be in bigger trouble later.

So, the fat man stood there nervously, waiting for Marquis Darc to finish raging. Then, he replied politely with a soft voice, "Marquis, this is a life-prolonging medicine."

"A life-prolonging medicine?" Marquis Darc looked at the bottle suspiciously. The faint red clear liquid medicine in the bottle looked normal, appearing nothing like it could prolong one's life!

"Yes! It can prolong one's life. Accurately speaking, it can allow the user's body to temporarily stop aging. Its effect will last for about ten years!"

Listening to the fat man's introduction, Marquis Darc was curious. In actual fact, as one of the rulers of the Gold Coin Federation, he possessed a terrifying amount of power and wealth. So, he naturally could obtain large amounts of treasure. Even so, things that could prolong one's life wouldn't be easy to come by, no matter how wealthy one was!

Theoretically, it wouldn't be difficult to prolong his life. Regardless if it was the fruit from the tree of life in the Ancient Forest, the youth spring at the Dragon Cliff, or a bunch of amazing mages, who could organize a life lengthening ceremony, all of these things could prolong his life effectively.

But, there was a difficulty that always arose, when it came to practicing such ways. The tree of life was gone, having left along with the passing of the Fairy Gods. Also, it was hard to find the Dragon Cliff. And, as for looking for a bunch of mages to lengthen his life, the cost of that would be very high. In fact, the price he would have to pay would be huge, enough to cause most of the Kings heartache, and far exceeding the capability of most any country's means.

After all, although the King was noble, he now had an heir. In order to let the old man live a few years longer, would they really spend such an enormous amount of money? The country was not a personal possession of the King! Hence, even if he was willing to do so, those people, who shared the rights and wealth of the country, wouldn't allow such unnecessary expenditures!

Likewise, in this world, it wouldn't be too difficult for an expert to lengthen his life, but for a commoner to prolong his life, it would be extremely difficult. The King was no exception to this rule.

Then, is this medicine as magical as how my underlings have reported it to be?

"Tiger, to be frank, I don't believe it," he said. "If there was such a magical item, it'd be more appropriate if a great mage sent it over to me. But, it's coming from you…. Tsk tsk."

He shook his head, obviously disdainful. The fat man smiled bitterly and explained, "This only appeared in the auction earlier today. The people from the Void Mask church brought it for auction. I heard that His Majesty was in a good mood, and that made such a medicine. I also was told that he would occasionally auction two bottles."

Marquis Darc was suddenly awakened, gaining more confidence in the man before him.

Such a matter as prolonging life was, of course, difficult for a commoner, but to a God that could do everything, it was nothing. Don't forget that the Void Mask Majesty possesses unusual powers. Even among the Gods, He is one of the extremely amazing ones.

So, if it was truly His product, that wouldn't be so strange…

But…

"Why did the Void Mask Majesty make this?" He fondled the crystal bottle, asking in distress.

"That Majesty has always adopted a unique trail of thought. He probably just found it interesting…"

Marquis Darc couldn't help but laugh. He thought about it carefully, deciding that it actually made sense.

After all, what Majesty behaved normally?

And, how many of them were easily understood?

Would any normal person build a theme park in the world of ice and snow? Of course not!

"Yeah, after all… He is a jellyfish!" He smiled, then said, "For a human to guess a jellyfish's thoughts, it wouldn't be a good idea."

Then, he put the crystal bottle onto the platter that his servant had placed next to him. He then stood up.

"Follow me. We shall visit the Void Mask church."

"This is really the medicine that our church put up for auction, and it is bestowed to us by our God Himself." A pastor from the Void Mask church used magic to check the bottle carefully, before concluding confidently that, "That's right, it's the life-prolonging medicine!"

Marquis Darc smiled, then took up the crystal bottle, removing the cork. He then took in all of the liquid medicine in one gulp.

"Fragrance of green grass, with a slight hint of blood." He pouted, then said thoughtfully, "Would the raw material in this be a giant dragon's blood? I have never heard of dragon blood that could be drunk directly."

"The divine power of our master is not something our generation could ever guess about." The pastor smiled faintly.

The ruler of the Gold Coin Federation nodded, then closed his eyes. He used his magic power to sense his body's present condition. After a while, he looked pleasantly surprised, unable to hold back a smile of joy.

Although it wasn't clear, he could really feel that there was some sort of change that had just happened in his body. Some youthful vigor felt keenly revived within him.

It was not that he had fully recovered his youthful vigor, but more that he could really feel that he had stopped aging, as though the power of time had lost its power over him.

"This is so magical!" he exclaimed happily. "How much of this do you have left? I will buy all of it!"

"Mister Marquis, birth, old age, sickness and death are unbreakable standards for all living things. Even if it was used on our master, he could only delay the process of aging and death until slightly later in his life." The pastor, who had received instruction from Sui Xiong earlier, replied, "To any one person, one bottle of this medicine is sufficient. Ten years later, if one takes the medicament again, it would only then yield one-third of its original effect. Then, likewise along this same pattern, thirteen years later, it would have nearly no effect."

Marquis Darc creased his eyebrows, but didn't look disappointed. To be able to live ten years longer was already a wonderful reward! After all, humans can't be greedy!

However, he did reconsider, after having another idea. If he were to take the magical medicine in order to make a deal with big figures that were in the same position as him, he would definitely achieve an extraordinary benefit!

But… He asked, "Such a medicine, did the Void Mask Majesty send out a lot of it?"

"Not many bottles," the pastor replied. "His Majesty said that there wouldn't be many people that could afford it, so He only sent a few bottles to the capital of every country."

Marquis Darc sighed. "As expected! Anything that I could think of, there was no reason a God couldn't do the same, or more."

He wasn't especially regretful, but he still urged them to promise him that, if there was any more medicine to become available again, they must save one bottle for him. He assured them that money wouldn't be an issue. Although the second bottle could only prolong his life for three years, three years was still very impressive!

A similar situation took place at night in the capital of every country that the bottles traveled to. Those big figures that were high up were all shaken by these bottles of faint red medicine. It caused them all to cast out their fortunes happily.

Not only that, but due to the effect of medicine, the higher ups of the various countries now had good impressions of the Void Mask Church. Even the Holy Angel Kingdom that normally discriminated against foreigners, now displayed goodwill towards the Void Mask Church.

"Commoners are so weak!" Looking at the pile of gold coins, Sui Xiong couldn't help but sigh. "We are talking about a mere ten years of life, and it makes them all go crazy!"

"Luckily, it is only ten years!" The God of Justice shook His head and also sighed. "If it were any longer, you might be in big trouble!"

"What trouble would I have?"

The God of Justice looked at Sui Xiong, looking very solemn. He then replied, "People with money and power could live another dozen years, so the theory itself is flawed! If they were to live longer, or even to live forever, I would have to stop you!"

Sui Xiong was stunned. This caused him to go into a deep thought bubble. He then nodded quietly.

The God of Justice was right. For people that had money and power, death was almost the only thing that made them equal with the poor. If they had money and power, which then meant that they could afford a sufficient amount of the life-prolonging medicine. This would mean that they could live forever. Then, it would really eliminate the very last semblance of equality.

Such a situation would not only dissatisfy the God of Justice, but even Sui Xiong himself couldn't accept it. Luckily, the situation at the present moment wasn't that terrible. The medicine now was merely prolonging life for a dozen years. As such, it was yet considered as being a serious issue.

After all, people who had money and power, already lived better and longer than the poor. Thus, it was something very normal, and there was nothing wrong with that. Also, it was bad to constantly look at money, as there was no need to hold grudges against the wealthy.

"What should we do with the money?" He looked at the pile of gold coins and asked.

"You can do what you want with it." The God of Justice couldn't be bothered. "Use the coins as you can. If you can't, then forget it. If you can't think of anything right now, just pile them up and use them as a bed."

"Huh?" Sui Xiong was stunned. He couldn't help but think of the famous legend. Then, he thought of the purpose of money…

A few days later…

"No! No! Let me go! Let me go!" Graupel hugged a beloved blanket tight and exclaimed, "I am staying here! I'm not going anywhere else! Let me go! Let me go!"

Gerald couldn't even drag her along, but was exhausted and panting for air. Sui Xiong saw this and had no choice but to do it himself. He rolled her along with her blanket.

"Woo! You don't mean what you say! You said you'd let me watch over the maze…"

Graupel thought she was going to lose her affluent job, so she was crying her eyes out. Her tears dropped on the ground, splashed a lot of dust up as they came.

A few minutes later, they came to a newly built cave, which was about the same size as the one before, but deeper. Behind the cave, there was a transportation portal that linked to the ground, so that it would be convenient for staying within.

"This is your new house." Sui Xiong put Graupel down. "I am only changing your bed."

Graupel's eyes grew big, as she looked at the pile of gold coins that were almost bigger than the size of her entire body. Although her tears weren't dry yet, she started laughing hysterically.

She jumped over so quickly, she even frightened Sui Xiong. She lied down on the pile of gold coins, "swimming" with her claws among the pile of gold coins, laughing happily.

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Chapter 200: Chapter 70

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"This is the new bed you are giving me?" Snowflake looked at the big pile of gold coins on the ground, she creased her eyebrows and leaned her head sideways. She seemed a little distressed, "But, I actually don't like to sleep on gold coins."

Sui Xiong was shocked. In his impression, no matter the story on earth or legend in the world, giant dragons loved to sleep on piles of gold coins. Even if there were enough gold coins, mixing along with some silver coins and bronze coins would do too. If requirement permits, a pile of gold coins added with some jewellery, magic devices and that sort, would be even better. And from Graupel's reaction, he was definitely right. So, why didn't Snowflake like it?

She could tell that he was shocked, as Snowflake sighed and explained, "I don't like to reveal my true body, unless I have no choice. Otherwise, even during resting time, I would sleep in human form. Didn't you realize that Frost and Graupel's rooms are terrifyingly huge, but mine is just a size of a normal human being?"

Sui Xiong was stunned and asked, "Why don't you like gold coins? Giant dragons like things that shine, right?"

"… you are talking about crows!"

"Don't giant dragons love them, too?"

Snowflake sighed, "Stereotyping is such a scary thing!"

"We, giant dragons, culturally, have a lot of respect for hiding wealth. To be able to hide more wealth implied that one is more capable and would be highly praised and admired by the the same tribe. Over time, many giant dragons turned this culture into their hobby. For instance, Graupel is like that," She explained. "But I do not agree with this kind of culture! On the contrary, I hate this kind of meaningless hiding, I even hate those that run amok in order to gain wealth!

Sui Xiong nodded continuously, as he agreed with that too.

"You gained a fortune, and wanted to improvise our living environment, I appreciate your good intention, but it's okay." Snowflake smiled and turned away, "And, help me clean the room. With gold coins all over the floor, it's inconvenient."

Sui Xiong pouted and cast magic to clean up the gold coins. He cleaned the room altogether too.

"I, as a god, cleaning up the room for you, you are pretty honoured…"

The next day, he found Frost. This time, he was more careful that he asked first, "You want to give me gold coins to make into a bed?"

Frost leaned her head to one side and looked at the jellyfish floating before him stupidly. She shook her head and sighed.

"Hey, what kind of attitude is that!"

"Nothing. You are still so random!" Frost shrugged and looked innocent, "Do I look like I like to reveal my true body to sleep on a pile of gold coins?"

"… Isn't it because you are extremely clear, that you had no gold coins to make into a bed?"

Frost was offended and she said angrily, "I am rich!"

"I know, stuffed steam bun is considered as a dry provision, one dollar is money, too."

Frost was quivering in anger and felt that chatting with the bastard jellyfish was the biggest mistake she made that day. Then, she turned around and left.

"Hey, you haven't tell me if you want the gold coin bed!" Sui Xiong shouted.

"I'm saving them for you to make into coffin!" Frost replied, without turning her head.

Sui Xiong looked at him running away like he was flying, and he sighed heavily.

"Nowadays, there were people who didn't want free money…" He thought, and he looked for Rhodes instead.

"You mean you planned to pour in the money for life prolonging medicine into the building of church?" Rhodes groaned and asked, "Although I have calculated in private, how much money exactly?"

Sui Xiong told him a number. Rhodes didn't seem to be excited or surprised. He thought seriously and said regrettably, "I'm sorry, our church has reached its maximum capacity at the moment. Although there is such a huge amount of wealth, I have no idea how to spend it all in a short period of time…."

Sui Xiong walked away helplessly. He walked while he mumbled to himself, "What is happening?! There's money, but nowhere to spend….. if on earth, there's so much money….. I'll head over to Beijing third ring road to buy houses. Buy a few houses, I have one, my parents have one, my wife has one, the rest are used for storing miscellaneous items!"

"… that's not right. I don't even have a girlfriend, where would I get a wife?!" He sighed heavily and he felt the so-called "world's evil intention".

When the poor gain wealth, it was inevitable to have the urge to show off, especially he was then extremely huge! When a Chinese described a wealthy person, they always use the phrase of "as rich as a nation". Those top local tyrants on earth are mostly ruler in those backwards countries, and most of them turned the assets of the nations into their own.

For instance, the wealthy man that sells stones. But a person that really was "as rich as a nation", from what Sui Xiong knew, there wasn't anyone. But then, there he was.

How rich was he then? That was difficult to estimate, even if it was a conservative projection. That few countries in main dimension, anyone of them, from the central to local, put together a level of state coffers, most of the them didn't have as much as he did.

Then, his question was, how to spend this amount of money? The huge jellyfish was sitting on crown of the big tree and pondered.

"How about building a bank? I remember starting a bank requires a lot of money… I could operate a savings business, also also loan and mintage…"

"I don't think so, this is considered as fighting business with God of Wealth. Although the bastard is rich and cruel, we are in quite good terms. Crushing his league out of nowhere doesn't seem like a good thing!"

"Start another scientific research? Isn't scientific research burning the most money!"

"… I don't think it'll work too. Running a scientific research requires Human Resources too. Where do I find people to do this? The God of Mystery is in bad terms with me now, and many that originally had collaborations cut off the church. Human resource was already at a disadvantage."

"Invest in buildings in Garth town?"

"Garth town is on track as of now, doesn't seem like they need a big amount of money…"

He thought again, until his tentacles hurt. Then, suddenly an idea popped in his head.

"I want to call for the very first martial arts contest! Mm, this name it is! Then, I will call everyone that wants to gain fortune and confidence in themselves to partake in the competition. Winning will get a bonus, losing will get compensation, too. And the final champion will get a big amount of money! And also a piece of medal that says "The how many very first martial arts contest champion'!"

He thought and was certain that the way was reliable. Although it didn't go along the original intention of 'spending money', at least it was interesting. Interesting, that will do!

Hence, that was the deal. Sui Xiong launched the strength of entire Void Mask Church, and with the aid of transmission portal in the each capital of all nations, he advertised widely.

"Want to let everyone in this world to know your name?"

"Want to prove that you are powerful?"

"Want to get rich overnight?"

"Come to Void Mask Theme Park to join the very first martial arts contests!"

Such a publicity stunt very quickly spread to each of the cities in the main dimensions. Then, more people in the villages slowly found out. Many adventurers from all over came forward to the Void Mask Theme Park. They all had their talent and wanted to gain fame overnight, to spread their name all over the world.

Some were ambitious and wanted to have a contest with experts from all over the world, in order to enter the higher legendary pathway. Some simply wanted that champion award, because they needed money. There were even some that were more down-to-earth, that only wanted to earn a payment for entering the contest.

The most exaggerated ones were those youngsters that were playful and adventurous. They only wanted to use the transmission portal for free, and to visit the Void Mask Theme Park.

Near the theme park, Sui Xiong had already prepared a combat field: dozens of independent rings, in coordination with a large amount of audience space, and temporary residences that were packed liked bird cages. All of this was not only to provide the basic living for the contestants, but also to show them the Void Mask Church's capability and confidence.

According to the rules, there were a total of three months to register themselves. Until the time that they stop accepting sign ups, according to the statistics, there were more than ten thousand of them that came to participate in the contest, while people who came to watch were a few folds.

Thank goodness Sui Xiong prepared ahead of them. Not only did he build a large amount of bird cage liked residency, he even prepared large amounts of food. Ten thousand people's food and accommodation itself, was more than what they can attend to.

Even though he prepared ahead of item, suddenly loading the terrifying capacity of tenants, it pushed the hosting ability of Void Mask Theme Park to its maximum.

Luckily, Sui Xiong was rich then, very rich. He could pour large amount of money out and hire a big batch of temporary workers. Plus, the commodities reserve earlier managed to support such an occasion.

After being able to support the occasion, the next was about return. These people that come over to join the lively occasion of course wouldn't only just came to watch the martial arts contest. As they had already got to the theme park, it was inevitable for them to want to eat, drink, or play something.

All of the sudden, every theme park rides were overcrowded. Even the desolated underground city that originally had very few visitors was getting busy. Many adventurer teams formed by rookies were going around the underground city like headless flies, encountering magic creatures and traps occasionally, then letting out tragic screams.

The staffs in the maze were very busy. They were constantly going about in the maze and providing assistance to those adventurers that ran into trouble. They had to reassure the rookies that knew nothing at all that it was only threatening feeling, but not dangerous, and they also needed to comfort their emotions at necessary times and bring them to take a break in safe zone.

There wasn't day or night in the maze. So, after a wave of hustling, those rookies that were lack of training, even those experienced adventurer guides, were exhausted.

But also, in the situation that it was noisy, busy and weary, Void Mask Theme Park finally gained fame.

No matter if it was a place to splurge money for food and entertainment, a tourist mecca for relaxation and entertainment, or a place to experience an adventurer's life, all in all, people experienced how fun the theme park was, and that increased the theme park's profit steadily. Liv. who was complaining at the very beginning, didn't complain anymore. On the contrary, she enjoyed the feeling of hustling.

Among the hustle, the curtain of the very first martial arts contest finally opened….

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Chapter 201: Chapter 71

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It was overwhelming, to look out over the more than ten thousand people, who were all standing in the plaza! However, Sui Xiong only yawned. It was extremely crowded and noisy, but nothing that he considered as being spectacular.

On the other hand, the bunch of country bumpkins, who had come from the Void Mask Church, were stunned! Every one of them had their eyes wide open. Even Snowflake was impressed.

"This is really magnificent!" she whispered to herself.

"This is just a gathering of a bunch of jobless people," Sui Xiong mumbled to himself. He then waved his tentacle, signaling Deacon Igor to begin the first round of eliminations.

The competition would take too long, if they did not run this round of elimination soon. After all, there were more than ten thousand people taking part in this. Leon Igor nodded,as he stood up and walked towards the front of the main stage.

"Now, the first round begins."

He stated this straightforwardly, then drew his sword out from its sheath, before swinging it across the air. A coerced force of a legendary expert purged through the crowd.

Upon seeing this, more than one-third of the contestants could not stand still. They fell down, one after another. Some even had suspicious wet spots that appeared on the crotch area of their pants!

"Those who cannot stand still, you are out!"

The eliminated contestants did not dare to protest against the imposing manner of the legendary expert. They could only mumble their grudges to themselves, while the staff ushered them out.

Sui Xiong scanned the crowd, then counted the number of remaining participants. He could not help but secretly pout at the outcome. There were still over six thousand of them left! It was still way too many!

When the contestant list had been first presented to him, there was more than ten thousand names on it. He even once suspected that Gerald and the team were trying to please him, so that he would allow everyone to enroll, without examining them all carefully.

But then, it seemed that Gerald had not let them through as easily as he had first imagined. This was because the standard of the participants actually had seemed pretty high overall thus far.

One would have to have the capability of at least a qualified adventurer, to be able to withstand Leon's strength. So, in order to have made it this far, to break into this competition, no one could be just an ordinary adventurer!

And, there were six thousand plus adventurers, still! Could it be that all of the adventurers across the world had come here?!

After the first round of elimination, the preliminary round officially commenced. Sui Xiong had prepared an insane preliminary test, just for the sake of convenience.

"There will be a massive battle in this huge arena, with one thousand contestants per battle. Each battle will last for half an hour, and there will be only ten people that will pass through to the end." Deacon Leon could not help but shiver at the rules of the game. "There will be many deaths…"

"No, there won't. There will be four Gods overlooking the battles. The contestants will most likely have bruises, or they might break a bone or two, but they will not die," Sui Xiong said indifferently. "Look, there are six thousand contestants. It will only take six rounds of battle to reduce that number to sixty. Alright, let's just make this easier. We will have sixty four of them, and then we will let them draw lots, in order to form pairs. They will then run through a single elimination tournament, twice. Then, the remaining sixteen contestants will draw lots in order to be grouped up again. Then, a double-elimination tournament will be carried out, until we have a winner. It's as simple as that."

"What do single elimination and double elimination even mean?!" A few murmurs from the crowd could be heard.

Sui Xiong was stunned for a while. He then recalled that his believers had never come across any battles on earth. So, of course they would not understand any of those rules or terms that he was talking about. So, he decided to try to explain it again.

After the second, more simple explanation was given, the crowd understood. Then, since the insane preliminary match would not get anyone killed, no one had any further comments about it.

"It's a pity that legendary experts cannot partake in this competition," Leon sighed. "Or else, I would have joined the fight!"

"The power of a legendary expert cannot be simply defined by his strength alone," Wor, who already had become the God of Knowledge, replied with a smile. "Every legendary expert has a different path. Those who can fight are not necessarily smarter, whereas those who cannot fight, might be journeymen, focused on traveling further than the others. As a matter of fact, their combat skills are irrelevant at this point."

He saw that the crowd still did not understand completely, so he explained further. "What is the key to moving from the advanced to legendary status? The key is to find your own path. And what is the purpose of this path? It is not to get physically stronger, but to exceed being just an ordinary human, thus becoming an immortal God at the end of the day. That is why the most important thing for a legendary expert is not his combat skill, but whether or not his path will lead him to becoming immortal. Everything else is just incidental."

Everyone nodded, while they were listening to him, especially those who had already reached the advanced level and were looking for a way to move onto legendary status. Their faces grew grave, their minds drowning in deep thoughts.

"Well, you do not have to think too much about that right now. The path to advancement in the legendary realm cannot be accomplished within a day or two. Let's just complete our task at hand!" Sui Xiong broke everyone's trains of thought, while proclaiming, "Also, if there is anyone else, who wants to join the competition, you can still enroll now!"

Everyone looked at each other, smiling over the idea. Of course they were interested!

On the very next day, the preliminary rounds began.

Bam!

A loud noise came from a wide and long blade, as it slammed onto the floor, which then caused the magically fortified floor to crack. At the same time, it caused a huge impact, which made the contestants nearby fall. The impact even threw some of them out of the battle ring entirely!

The person who dealt that blow was none other than the armored creature, Phil! He was one of the four members of the Arctic Tyrant, and was also the only member, who was not a giant dragon himself.

He was a brawny guy, wearing heavy armor, who did not even bother to show his eyes. In fact, there was no flesh nor body underneath that piece of armor. He was actually that armor, in his very essence!

Years ago, he was pretty famous in the northwest region, going by the name of Armour Maken. He did not achieve much as an adventurer, but he did make his mark as a wanderer. He used to do a lot of good deeds. Although, these deeds did not render any profit for himself, which was completely different from the other common adventurers.

Later on, he met Snowflake and the other two giant dragons, so they formed the Arctic Tyrant. They decided to run a town of freedom and happiness, which they named the Dragon-Roar Town. Since then, he had retired into the background, ceasing from going on any more adventures.

On a usual day, he would either be taking care of his grocery shopping in town, or gardening in the fields of flowers in the temple (dragon's nest) that was hidden deep inside the wastelands. Sometimes, he would wander in the mountains, helping out any hunters who were in trouble. He was a respectable elder in Dragon-Roar Town.

Actually, Sui Xiong had already discovered his true identity, so he knew that his armor was just another decoy. His real self was actually that sword, which looked merely like a piece of common weaponry.

That wide, long blade, called Baster, was his real body. Sui Xiong had not asked around about his past, but he was certain that this person, or rather this sword, must have a thrilling story.

After all, how many pieces of weaponry in the world would have the capability of self-consciousness? And, amongst those, how many blades would be more interested in gardening than combat?! That image was just wrong!

Phil's, or rather Baster's, power was really strong. Its long blade could draw gushes of strong wind, just by swinging it about. Its strong impact made all of the other contestants in the same round tremble. In fact, almost no one was able to go near him. And yet, when he found that he was not clearing out his opponents effectively enough, he cast an even stronger impact in order to cover a wider area.

"I thought his best move was his punch. Why did he use sword instead?" Sui Xiong asked, as he was confused.

"I think it is probably because his opponents are not that strong, so there is no need for him to use his true powers," Leon explained. "I believe that, when he proceeds to the next phase, he will come across an opponent that will then require him to use his punches."

As a matter of fact, they did not have to wait till the next phase. Phil was forced to throw his punches shortly after this very conversation!

The opponent was a golden lion man. His body was engulfed in an electric current, and he looked powerful and extraordinary. His speed was terrifyingly fast, and his strength was powerful. His moves were also extremely brutal. In fact, if Wor had not been overlooking the battlefields, who knew how many people would be killed at his hands!

"That is thunder lion, so his tribe has resurfaced…" mumbled Morani. "His people were a famous warrior tribe amongst the orcs. They have produced more than one Orc King in the past. I wonder what this little fellow's abilities are, as compared to his ancestors, who had once made their names known by all."

The golden lion man was obviously a crazed warrior. He would dash forward to challenge anyone who he deemed as being a strong opponent. Soon, he had his target locked at Phil. He laughed hysterically, while he charged towards him. His fist turned into a bolt of lightning, as he swung it towards Phil's face.

His steps were strong and steady. He did not even flinch or pause, when Phil swung his sword to cast an impact towards his body. The impact merely blew his golden hair about in the breeze.

Seeing his nearing opponent, Phil finally resorted to use his true powers! He planted the huge weapon, which was either a blade or a sword, in the ground, as his right fist burst into red flames, welcoming the golden lion by striking a punch with it.

His punch was stunningly fast and full of fire power. It struck the golden haired lion man, before he could even make his move. His strong punch sent the lion man flying across the field. The lion man's body was burning in flames, as he knocked down some other opponents along the way. He ended up laying still on the ground.

"Is he dead?" Rhode jumped up in disbelief.

"Of course not."

Just as Sui Xiong said this, the golden haired lion man grunted. Then, he stood up after a short while. His body had been burnt to charcoal by Phil's fiery punch. He even had black smoke puffing out of his mouth. Yet, he was still able to knock out a fully armored guy, who attempted to seize the chance to take him out. That poor guy was sent flying off the battlefield!

After throwing that punch, he looked towards Phil, who seemed to be utterly untouched. No one dared challenge Phil anymore.

"You are very strong!" He bellowed, without showing any sign of grief, pain, or failure. Instead, he looked rather happy and excited, even eager for another fight. "I will fight you again, and I will defeat you!"

Phil laughed under his thick armor, "I look forward to that."

After this round of battle ended, Sui Xiong sought Phil out secretly, as he was really curious. "Just now, when you planted your sword on the ground, then used your fist instead… I found that really odd!"

"What was so odd about it?"

"I reckon that sword is your real self, and yet you planted yourself on the side. You only used your armor, which was your decoy to battle him… How did you do that?" Sui Xiong had to ask the man himself, as he could not figure it out.

Phil fell silent for a beat, before replying. "This is my unique skill. As to the technicalities, I actually do not understand it all either. It just always happens naturally."

Sui Xiong curiously extended his tentacles to touch Phil's right hand, which had been burning just a while ago. To his surprise, he found that the tough armor had some traces of having melted.

"Your armor has melted a little. Will this affect you?"

"My instinct tells me no, it won't affect me much." Phil shrugged. "Well, at least in the matter of melting, it does not affect me much."

"Do you mean… You have even higher level skills?"

"Of course I do. But, I will not use them during a fighting competition." Phil smiled, then turned to leave.

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Chapter 202: Chapter 72

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Besides Phil, there were many people that were closed to the idea of Sui Xiong participating in "The Very First Martial Arts Contest". Such as Jose, who set his mind to look for a bunch of wives to give birth to three hundred children.

He was then a father of twenty children, and his family pressure was high, so he really needed money. The winner award of the very first martial arts contest would be very helpful for him.

As someone from a higher order, or even close to the standard of an expert in legendary realm, he already swept off everyone in the qualifying round. Even before he used his fish fork, and only used the rope that he normally used for tying wild beasts, he already eliminated over a hundred contestants.

His method was simple, he used the rope like a whip. The rope was whooshing as he danced with it, so the people couldn't get close to him. But whoever was distracted by the whooshing long whip would suddenly be tied up on the feet, like a quiet poisonous snake, and thrown out from the ring.

That was his customary tactic, his delicate cunning intentions were covered up by his rugged outlook. The tongue is not steel, but yet it cuts.

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Sui Xiong felt that there was something wrong, but he got distracted by the exciting matches very quickly, so he didn't think further about it. The bout of a thousand people's fierce fight was extremely thrilling, especially because there was protection by god.

Everyone wasn't afraid that it would cost anyone's life, so when they fought, they had no worries. They fought as brutally and as amazing as they could. Various movements fought into a corner, various magic flying around in the air, all of it was a dazzling sight.

Sui Xiong beamed with joy and was dying to fight for one round with him. But as god, he couldn't join the contest, while his clone, "Traverser Sui Xiong MK5" was quick in response and good at running. Although he came to join the contest and passed through the preliminary round, he was alone after all, so he could only join one contest!

Only participating in one contest, how could it satisfy Sui Xiong? He thought and finally figured out a way.

Hence, in the last round of the preliminary contest, there was a man wearing sunglasses in a suit. His blonde hair was combed back ,but there was a big chunk that popped out like a airplane head in the middle, looking very eye-catching. He was holding a microphone, and was in the ring where fights were at, as though it was a barren land. He ran around and explained everyone's match.

"Who is this?" someone asked curiously.

"Commentator." The staff from Void Mask Church was briefed earlier, so he answered, "Also the judge in the ring."

"Then, the victory and defeat would be decided by him?" someone asked with worries.

"No, he is mainly in charge of commentating and adjudicating fouls. As for victory and defeat, that would be judged by various gods." The staff pointed to the cloud of glory light in the sky, saying, "Steel Lion Majesty is very fair, and also Knight of Anger Majesty is one of the panel judges too. Everyone doesn't have to worry."

Then, everyone relaxed then they realized that the commentator was quite interesting. His ability wasn't strong and he was always jumping, due the repercussion of their attack, but he had never injured himself. He also always explained to everyone about the scene that commoners didn't understand, or didn't manage to notice.

"Everyone, look. This is the most popular contestant in the last preliminary round, Frost!" He shouted at the microphone and jumped to dodge the flying knife that nearly hit his butt. But he didn't bother with the contestant that almost shot him with the flying knife, saying, "Frost's martial arts skill is strong, and she is also a member of the great giant dragon family. In the preliminary round, would he encounter any contestant that could force him to compete in his original form?"

A twenty five year old adventurer that looked gloomy dragged his sword that gleamed with death and walked towards Frost. It could be told by one look that this man was no kind man.

"Wow! It seems like this contestant wants to challenge the young giant dragon!" The commentator suddenly popped next to him and put the microphone before him, then asked, "How do I address you?"

"Night Rain," the adventurer with gloomy face creased his eyebrows and answered.

"Night Rain…" The commentator paused and seemed to be communicating with someone. Then, he quickly read Night Rain's information out loud, "Oh! It is the famous assassin Mr. Night Rain! All this time, he had been moving around in Holy Angel Kingdom, specializing in assassination work. It was said that his sword was fast like lighting and was extremely sharp, and that it also contained the scary power of a curse. Even if it was only a cut, the wound wouldn't be able to heal, and one would die because of constant blood loss!"

Night Rain stopped and looked at the talkative guy suspiciously. He was very certain that he didn't leave behind any survivor, but why would the guy know about his sword's mysterious power?

"Contestant Night Rain, do you think the giant dragon's scale can withstand your sword?"

Night Rain's reply was swinging the sword, and it nearly stabbed into the commentator.

"Ah! It seems like contestant Night Rain isn't in a very good mood now, as he refused to reply. But, it's okay, let's talk to contestant Frost then." The commentator ran next to Frost, who stood ready like a breeze of wind, and extended his microphone.

Before he could even speak, Frost already puffed out a breath of stonifying dragon breath, and turned his microphone into a stone. Frost thought he could destroy the magic device that made his voice loud, and stop the man from messing around, so he was disappointed the moment he saw the commentator took out another microphone.

"Contestant Frost, what do you think?"

"Why did you address him with an honorific title, and when you address me, you became so impolite?!" Frost's focus was definitely against the commentator's question.

The huge jellyfish that was watching invisibly wiped away his sweat and quickly changed the way he spoke.

"Contestant Frost, how do you feel about this?"

Frost then was satisfied and answered, "There are too many people who want to fight against me, but I am still living comfortably." He thought and added, "Opponent of this standard, I only need three minutes to defeat him!"

Three minutes later, the result was out.

"Contestant Frost, you are eliminated in the preliminary round, do you feel that you have ruined the great reputation of the giant dragon family?"

"F*ck off!" Although he was severely injured, the young giant dragon waved his tail and slammed it over.

In the fighting ring, Night Rain, who had one of his arms turned into stone, looked cool and kept his sword, that carried a strong curse, in the scabbard. Then, he drew out a spare short knife to chop off the left arm that got into contact with the stonifying dragon breath along, with a small part of his shoulders.

The creepy part was, although he was severely injured and the wound was terrifying huge, there was not one single drop of blood that flowed out. That was the power of his sword, it was a blessing and also a curse.

Magic sword "Night Rain" was a sword that could control fresh blood. It could absorb the enemy's fresh blood crazily, and also could control its master's wound in order to avoid excessive loss of blood.

It's extremely sharp. After killing, it would devour the soul of the victim to strengthen itself. During the process of devouring, the body of the sword would have water beads that washed off the blood stain. Hence, the name of "Night Rain".

It's only downfall was its bloodthirsty character. The sword desired for fresh blood and death all the time, and it would reflect its desire into the sword bearer's heart, so its master would always be tortured by its thirst for blood.

Under such a situation, its past owners either lost to its thirst for blood and became an irrational killing machine, or won against the desire for blood and left it. The new assassin named "Night Rain" was its new master. But, he was almost fully controlled by the sword. Besides the last bit of his right mind, he didn't even know who he was, or even what was his name, as he couldn't remember at all.

Sui Xiong naturally could tell the exact situation of the sword and the sword bearer, but he didn't help the other party to resolve the curse, because he could feel that he didn't want freedom.

Night Rain corroded his spirit and slowly was eating up his will, but he didn't refuse. As he himself didn't refuse, no one could help him.

After defeating Frost, "Night Rain" was silent. He didn't bother with the commentator's interview, but looked around cooly.

He came to the very first martial arts contest just to assassinate someone. It was an accident that he became a contestant.

But as he was already there, he didn't want to lose. That was the magic sword's pride, and also the sword bearer's hope. Victory, keep winning, until the final supreme honour!

Looking at his injury, the few adventurers that knew him earlier and always go on action together smiled maliciously and hemmed in, wanting to take advantage. Before they even got close, along with the whiff of wind, a short spear landed on the ground in between them and "Night Rain". The slab stone that was strengthened by magic couldn't withstand the common short spear, but half of it was dug into the ground.

"The man that defeated the proud little dragon can't be eliminated by you despicable people!" A woman who was still in her teaching costume, with a golden pony tail that was swaying left and right when she walked over, was carrying a long gun in her left hand and had short spears on the belt behind her back. It was obvious that the one thrown out earlier was one of them.

Dealing with the person that upset their plan, the bunch of people that wanted to take advantage got angry out of embarrassment. They dashed towards her while cursing.

What greeted them was a long spear that was swift and fierce like lightning, fast yet light like wind. After a while, the few people that were eliminated got their lives back with god's protection and stood outside the ring, still in shock.

Although the woman's footwork seemed a little clumsy, her shooting skill was extremely superior! Their teamwork that they were so proud of, was useless before her! After eliminating the few adventurers, the woman that had hair like a golden horse tail stood before Night Rain, looking at him with her jade green eyes.

"Your situation is bad," she said. "Did you want to be the champion of the very first martial arts contest, to earn the money for you to look for a person to cure your curse?"

Night Rain didn't reply, but looked at her coolly. The woman shook her head and turned around to leave.

Her time was limited, as she had to seized the time to adapt the situation to fight with a pair of legs. Although she practiced a lot during her spare time, during the actually battle, there were still many issues.

For example, she would always forget that she only had a pair of legs left. She subconsciously used the moving method of "hind hooves stomp and front hooves turn". If it wasn't because of her swift body reflexes, she probably would have already fell down a number of times.

"She still needs to adapt!" The once centaur tribe main priest sighed. He carried the long spear downward and fought against another contestant that was quite capable.

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Chapter 203: Chapter 73

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Chilly gleams were twinkling as a strong wind howled. Traverser Sui Xiong, who used the nickname "Halo," was dodging to the left and right, jumping up and down.

He looked just like a monkey that was running on treetops. He was trying hard to dodge among the reflections of the sword slashes.

It was not that he hadn't thought of a counter attack, because he obviously knew that attacking was the best defense, but it was that he had no way of countering or attacking his opponent at the moment. This was because his opponent was way too strong!

His opponent was a swordsman, who was around the age of forty. He was slightly plump, which you could tell by looking at his rather tight outfit.

He deduced that the swordsman was probably one of those adventurers who had retired abruptly, once they had earned enough money. This type of a person usually had great skills and had fought hundreds of battles in their heydays. In fact, this made them one of the most difficult enemies to deal with. Even though he might be a little rusty at fighting, due to years spent in retirement, he still could not deal with him.

As a traverser, he came from a peaceful world. He did not possess any special powers. It seemed that he had gotten some sharp intuitions, allowing him to foresee danger. He also had far better reflexes, due to his unique background of traversing. But his skills and speed were still far inferior, as compared to the majority of the adventurers in this world.

During the mixed battles, he could still fudge his way out, using his sharp intuition and quick reflexes. However, in one-on-one battles, there was no way that he could go around for a quick victory. In those situations, he was at a total loss for what to do.

Moving sideways, he avoided a cut by only a few inches. He couldn't be bothered to imagine the horrific image, if his nose had been cut off! So, he ducked immediately, letting the sword sweep above his head. He then lunged forward at top speed, aiming at the left-hand side of the swordsman, which resulted in his opponent's being unable to turn his blade immediately.

In the meantime, he drew a dagger with his left hand, then swiped it across his opponent's body. He didn't count on the cut hurting his opponent. Instead, he was only hoping that it could make it troublesome for his opponent, enough at least for him to have a slight chance of winning.

Meanwhile, on the viewing stand, Frost, who was eliminated during the preliminary round, was very unhappy. She grudgingly complained, "How could a person without basic training skills pass the preliminary test, whereas I was eliminated? All he had was his quick reflexes! Fate is really unfair!"

"If fate could be fair to all, then it would not be fate." Snowflake gave a warm smile. "Why don't you think of it from another point of view? Fifty or sixty years down the road, this person will just be a pile of bones in his grave, while you are still enjoying the marvelous years of youth. Isn't that just as unfair?"

"I am a Giant Dragon, so it's natural that I should have longer!"

"When it benefits you, you say that it is meant to be. And, when it does not benefit you, it then becomes unfair! The Goddess of Fate would criticize you for such logic!"

Frost was quiet for a while, before she nodded, taking her sister's advice. Snowflake smiled, then looked towards the battle ring again. But she was no longer looking at the two contestants fighting, but the golden hair commentator, who wore magic glasses!

The commentator's style was slightly different today, as compared to the past few days. He was not as noisy or chatty as he usually was. He spoke politely, without provoking the contestants, at least not like he had in the past. He was just being an honest commentator.

But this is really abnormal!

She knew who that commentator really was. As the unreliable clone of the jellyfish God, she would not be surprised at all, if he talked nonsense, told vulgar jokes, or even ran naked across the stage! And yet, he was just commentating the events, exactly as they were?!

This must be a joke! Or, the sun must have risen from the west today!

She stared at the commentator curiously, hoping to see through his inner thoughts, right through his sunglasses. She was hoping to find out what this clone of the jellyfish God was actually thinking.

That obviously did not work. Even at the end of the battle, and even when the next battle was beginning, she still could not find any inkling.

During the next battle, the commentator returned to his normal self again. He was jabbering on, conversing with unsuitable or unrelated comments, making the spectators laugh hilariously. She started to wonder if he was there to commentate the martial arts competition, or to conduct a comedy show!

Sui Xiong lied down on the long bench at the theme park, feeling an overwhelming wave of melancholy wash over him. The injuries that he had gotten from the battle had been treated, but the lethargic feeling in his body could not be cured so easily. He was so tired. In fact, he wished very much that he could find a place to sleep.

However, his distress kept him awake. He laid down on the bench for almost half a day, but could not rest. Although he persisted at the attempt for a very long while, until his opponent was even tired out in the end, he still lost the battle anyway.

Alas, he had lost the battle, bringing his journey into the Very First Martial Arts Competition to an end. At first, he was hoping to ask around for some insights from the Void Mask Theme Park, but he decided against the idea eventually.

As he was thinking to himself, sleepiness crept upon him. Then he fell asleep.

The invisible jellyfish, which was floating in the air, was frowning at him. Having two traversers in the same world, of course that would have given him ideas!

Although… Complicating matters, these two traversers were actually himself! He thought about this for a while, then finally figured out a solution. He gave his clone a hint!

The instructions of the hint allowed the traverser to ignore all of the global cultural effects that he had brought into this world, in order to avoid him causing any more amusing incidents. That was not a good idea in theory, but given such a short time frame, he could not think of any better ones!

On the next day, Traverser Sui Xiong MK5 left the Void Mask Theme Park, returning to the Gold Coin Federation with the cash prize. Then, he went back to the place that he called home.

Despite being eliminated during the first round, he still had received quite a large bonus sum for passing the preliminary match. On top of that, he was pretty lucky, as he also won a small fortune, while gambling in one of the gambling houses in the theme park. As such, his wallet was pretty thick!

Sui Xiong believed that this would improve his conditions of living and that it would also be beneficial for him to be able to delve deeper into the lives of the commoners in this world. He desired to do this, in hopes that it could help him further understand the thoughts of the people.

Sui Xiong deeply wished to find out why he just didn't seem to fit in this world…

Maybe this clone could not accomplish this mission, but it didn't matter, as he could make more clones. He had the time and energy to do so, so he could wait. Eventually, he believed that he, and one of his clones, would succeed!

The fierce martial arts competition was still going on relentlessly inside the Void Mask Theme Park. Among the sixty-four contestants, who had made it past the preliminary round, there were many more inferior mage contestants than there were warrior contestants.

They seemed to take up about one-third of the group. These mage adventurers, who had survived the mixed battle, were generally strong. After the first round of battle, only a few of them had been eliminated. During the second round of battle, among the thirty-two contestants, the numbers representing both parties had finally evened out.

If those, who were good at fighting and casting spells, like the bards and magic assassins, weren't taken into consideration, the mage and warrior contestants numbered exactly fifteen each. So, it happened to be a one-to-one ratio.

"Ha!" A female mage with superb long pink hair exhaled. She was holding a futuristic magic staff that was beaming with blinding rays. A huge burning flame spurted, almost covering the entire battle ring.

The mage was from the Commonwealth of Mifata. Her name was Felix. She was a very unique type of mage. Her performance was clearly different than any usual mage, and besides that, she was pretty eye-catching!

While dealing with the spurted flame, which covered a large range and was inevitable to dodge, Felix's opponent, who was a martial art monk named Mahan, smiled coldly, while he charged directly towards her. He was brazing through the burning flame spray, without dodging the flame at all!

As a mysterious martial art practitioner, who had gone through tough training to master "qi," the martial art monk had a terrifyingly high resistance towards magic. To defeat them via magic attack directly, was simply a mission that was impossible!

Besides, these martial art monks were good at moving fast, the speed of their steps being the fastest of all. Any martial art monks that entered higher orders, like Mahan, their speed wouldn't be any slower than the speed of an arrow! A normal spell caster would not even have time to blink before him, let alone cast a spell!

However, his opponent was no common spellcaster. This uniquely dressed woman's boots beamed with pink rays, as they grew wings on each side! The winged boots then sped off, slightly above the ground. She moved swiftly in her boots, as fast as the wind, and as quick as lightning.

In order for the contestants to battle heartily, the battle ring was built rather big. Relying on the magical boots that could either be considered as flying or gliding, the female mage with superbly long pink hair maintained her distance steadily, flying at a speed that was not much slower than her opponent's terrifyingly rapid pace.

At the same time, she displayed a remarkable response speed that a normal mage would not have. Her magic staff twinkled, casting rays of magical light across the air, while it landed hits on Mahan continuously.

Even though each of her magic spells was not very effective, after being hit continuously more than ten times, Mahan was beginning to feel dizzy. His dizziness then caused him to begin to wobble.

Even though Mahan was a martial arts monk with a profound cultivation, he could not help but feel furious, having to fight against such a strange spellcaster. He roared, and there was an aura that even a commoner could see, which soared up and wrapped around his body, just like a giant snake!

In the blink of an eye, his speed increased again. He lurched in front of Felix with a speed as fast as a pulled arrow leaving its bow. He then swung a punch, exerting all his effort, striking out as hard as possible.

Yet, he landed an empty punch. The wings on Felix's boots grew bigger all of the sudden, and a pair of pink halo wings suddenly grew from behind her top. She soared up, then flew into the sky.

The audience burst into an uproar. Some were shouting, "She's out," while some were shouting, "She's exposed!"

Why would they say such things? To explain the situation, we would have to illustrate Felix's outlook first…

On the contestant entry information, the female mage claimed to be twenty-four years old, but she only looked sixteen or seventeen. Her superbly long pink hair hung low, near her knees. Her black top was so short, it barely reached her belly button.

Her plaid mini skirt made everyone wonder if her underwear would be exposed, whenever she ran. Her boots were also so very peculiar!

She also had a weirdly shaped pendant that was hanging from her neck. If she were on Earth, she would be very suitably dressed for a comic-con event! Not to mention that wearing such an outfit, she would definitely expose herself as she flew up into the sky!

Looking at the scene, even Sui Xiong was curious. He looked out, seeing that there was a special magic spell that was attached to Felix's skirt.

Looking up her skirt, they wouldn't be able to see the supposed "view," but only countless rays that were quite like the Milky Way! Yes, indeed, such dazzling rays were bright enough to blind most of the perverts' eyes!

In that instance, the stadium was swarmed with wailing victims. In fact, there were many of them that cried, "My eyes!"

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Chapter 204: Chapter 74

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The unlucky monk Ma Han was also one of the many that got their krypton gold eyes flashed. He was not any pervert, but as the opponent soared up to the sky, he of course had to look up into the sky to trace the location of the opponent. Hence, he was conned.

"Cheap bastard!" The monk that was flashed got angry and roared, but he couldn't change the fact that he lost his eyesight temporarily.

Felix who flew into the sky, took a position of a "bomb", and there were halos of fire that appeared from his body, like a huge fire snake that was entwined on the magic staff. The magic staff made a mechanical sound that felt very high-tech, then the head of the staff slowly expanded, and the red gemstone that was originally in the middle slowly spun forward and became a pair of metal supports that felt like conduits. Both sides spread out with golden ring, looking just like a….

"Mezashi, continuous bomb!"

Along with Felix's roar, the red flame turned into a huge power of burning rays and continuously connected six rays and struck Ma Han. The temperature of the rays was extremely high. Not only did it burn the robe into ashes, even the battle ring by his side shattered. Among the burning, there were signs of melting!

Ma Han was a top monk that had been practicing for many years, after all. Dealing with a situation where he was at an extreme disadvantage, he could raise his "Qi" and turn the invisible force into a white shield to block against the direction where the bomb was coming.

Although he couldn't see temporarily, to people who went through tough training like him, the burning magic power coming out from Felix's body could even be felt with his eyes closed. He need not to worry about blocking the wrong direction.

His counterattack was accurate and he did block Felix attack successfully. But he forgot a very important thing, the battle that day was held on a battle ring.

The mutated burning ray that Felix called "bomb", not only contained a terrifyingly high heat, it also had powerful strength. If it was shot towards a tree or a stone, it might shoot through it directly, but the attack was blocked off by Ma Han with a shield. However, the aftermath of the attack was pushed towards his body.

He hadn't recover his eyesight, but pushed off the battle right by the impact. Although he did not fall, but stood steadily, his feet did land out of the field.

The commentator with golden hair and magic shades shouted, "The brave monk Mr. Ma Han, although successfully having blocked Ms. Felix's attack, was pushed out of the battle ring due to a mistake…. Aiya! This is such a huge mistake! One must know, when one leaves the battle ring, it would be considered as being defeated!"

As Ma Han was stomping and sighed in anger, he announced loud and clear, "The winner for this match is the combination of beauty and capability, the one who could feed herself by her looks, but insists to depend on her own brain, Ms. Felix!"

"Let us put our hands together, to cheer for the emergence of the occupation 'magic bomber'!"

Among the cheer, Felix gradually landed. She panted vigorously and slowly dispersed the heat of the magic that almost burned her body. She raised the magic staff to resume it to its original form and thanked the audience.

"This woman's magic is quite interesting!" The mage group leader in Void Mask Church, who was from Mifata Federation, said. Satan was looking at the scene from afar and pondered.

"Teacher, what is the 'magic bomber' exactly?" Nice, who had become his student and studied a few years in his mage group, asked.

"A very unpopular mage revolution," Satan introduced. "To give up most of the other magic, but to focus on shooting rays and spurting kinds of magic, and to develop a special kind of mutated magic. The power is worth seeing."

"Why didn't I hear of that before?"

"The requirement for this revolution is very high. Firstly, it requires sharp observation and quick response, and it requires one to be good at shooting arrows on a horse, and also adapting in vigorous sky battle. Lastly, it has high requirements for natural endowment, too." Satan sighed and said, "Honestly speaking, for one to have such talent to do so, is simply taking a gemstone to build a wall! Such waste!"

"For example, take Felix. Her flame magic skill's affinity was extremely high, so it could shoot out such strong burning rays. With such talent, no matter if she becomes a strength version of purely attack mage, or a combat mage that uses flame magic as a main, she would be very outstanding. But to become a 'magic bomber', not only would she spent a huge amount of time and effort to practice talents that are useless to a mage, in the end, she might not be any stronger compared to a combat mage…"

He thought and suddenly laughed, "Think about it carefully, 'magic bomber' is quite suitable for you!"

Nice was stunned and pointed at herself, "Me? Suits me?"

"Yeah. You know magic teenage girl transformation, right? After transformation, those battle formations, which are high attack and high flexibility, are suitable for magic bomber."

Nice's face, which was delicate like porcelain, was suddenly blushed, even her silver hair almost turned red. Heat soared up from the top of her head, so she quickly covered her teacher's mouth and shouted, "Don't bring this out! It's so embarrassing!"

To Nice, who was already twenty four years old, the once very interesting yet glamorous magic teenage girl transformation was then something that she felt embarrassed about, and many times she'd love to go back in time to bash up herself.

Whose mage would dance to transform?! Whose mage would wear a weird costume?! Whose mage would be like a dancer when one battles?!

Simply embarrassing!

"Forget it! Quickly forget everything!" She was angry out of embarrassment, as she seized her teacher's throat and shook him. If it wasn't because Satan was strong enough to not breathe for long, he would've rolled his eyes.

After a few minutes, he finally seized control of his disciples that almost lost control. He touched his neck, which had blood marks from the hold, not knowing to laugh or cry.

"Held your teacher's neck for this kind of matter… Where is Nice that was cute and sensible? Where is that little girl that would perform transformation to me in secret, and boast and smug about her own talent?"

"Woo… Don't tell me all these… I wanted to die…"

Then it was time to apply Blackie Ko's lyrics: "Time cannot go backwards, life couldn't have regrets."

Not long after, Jose was deeply understanding of the sentence.

Long spear and fish fork were clashing against each other vigorously, just like two poisonous snakes were killing one another. They protected their vitals carefully and at the same time seized the chance to kill their opponent with one attack.

Georgio and Pan, or maybe Oveila's gun shooting skill, was actually very similar. During the battle, he felt that he was fighting against himself once or twice. But, it wasn't so.

As time passed, he could feel that the opponent's skill was getting more and more consummate, the changing factors in the shooting skill got lesser and lesser, but the power of the shooting skill got stronger and stronger.

Unconsciously, he had an illusion. He felt that he wasn't fighting against Pan that was in human form, but the tyrannical "Fresh Blood Trampler" that was running wild and whistling past the vast field, and dashed through the powerful army like there was no one.

Oveila's shooting skill was originally more skilful than him. Previously, her performance wasn't outstanding, because she was restrained in her human form and couldn't fully display her habitually practice. More than once, she accidentally took centaur form measure, when she was in vigorous battle and was at a disadvantage.

But then, with the increased number of battles, she was more and more familiar with human form battle. She even amended her shooting skill from the originally swagger and fierce war to a combination with gentle changes.

That made it hard to resist for Jose, who retreated. Not that he hadn't try to pull away in the distance, and pull the trick of throwing fish fork, but Oveila's javelin knowledge and her technique was stronger than his.

He also tried to assist using roles, but Oveila dodged easily and seized chance to throw multiple short spears continuously, and nearly shot him. After a few different moves, still he didn't manage to take advantage, so Jose couldn't hold back, but instead used his master stroke.

"Power of bear!" With a roar, the polar bear image on his shoulders suddenly became bright, and there was a surge of strength that flowed out, and it made his body full of energy.

It was the strength of polar bear's soul that was sealed in the tattoo. Seeing that scene, Oveila's eyes brighten up and smiled.

"Thanks for the reminder!" she said, "Magic… I know it well!"

Yes, although the once centaur high priest turned into a human, its characteristic of the soul didn't change, and she was still an outstanding magic caster. Maybe it didn't rate being considered as a high priest, but at least it could be a very amazing pastor.

Jose tried using a measure of gun skills, but in the end it triggered her inspiration and recalled that she had skills outside those of gun skills. After she strengthened herself with magic, the originally weak body that could cast many battle skills was then available to be cast smoothly. All the while, her ability was immediately resumed to the level of entering legendary realm.

The long spear was dancing, and the shadow of the gun was like poisonous snakes that almost hemmed Jose in.

"Do you know?" The once centaur high priest Oveila, then Void Mash Church clergy lecturer Pan Jonan, although she was in a fierce battle, showed a smile, "I was already looking for a chance earlier, to repay you."

"Repay? It's alright, there's no need…" Jose replied, stunned, wondering what did he do that needed her to repay him?

It didn't seem to have any reason!

"Hehe… I need to repay!" The golden hair on the top of lecturer's head was swaying in the wind, like a flame, as though it was going to burn. "Aren't you the one that stabbed me to death with a fish fork back then?"

Jose then realized this, and wanted to smash himself with a brick. Repay? What bloody repay?! She's taking revenge!

But….. Back when they were killing each other, he wouldn't know that there would be a day that they would work together in the future! Let alone be fighting against each other!

He intended to plead, but looking at Pan's smile that pretended to be gentle, yet the hatred in her eyes that were boiling, he couldn't.

There's no use to plead, I guess…

Looking at his opponent's gun that was getting more and more brutal, it was getting more and more difficult to resist, and so he gradually lost support. In the end, he couldn't help but say softly, "Let's discuss about something. No hitting on my face, deal?"

Oveila smiled faintly and nodded, the gun was suddenly smashed down during the gap where Jose sighed a breath of relief and fainted with that one hit. She didn't hit his face, but he fell on the ground, landing on his face…

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The wind was howling and the shield was as big as a mountain.

The middle-aged man with graying hair moved with clear precision. With years of intensive training and trials, his every skill and every move were so refined and accurate that they could be deemed textbook perfection. He could have been a role model for younger adventurers.

He was like an ancient dragon. Despite his age, had not grown weaker. The years of experience had made him wiser and stronger.

He was not moving fast, but every step he took was steady and solid, like a giant tree rooted deeply in the ground. He would not be swayed by strong winds or heavy rain. Anyone who was at the bottom of the tree would only see the giant tree trunk that soared up into the sky. When they looked above, they would see its crown of jade green leaves, shaped like a cloud that could support the weight of the sky.

"Nicholas's martial arts skills can be described in one word: steady!" Leon praised profusely. "He is definitely a senior expert that deserves the title of "the Reliable Nicholas." I heard that he has been an adventurer for over twenty years. Even though he has been through lots of failure and setbacks, his adventure team has never lost any member during battle. Whenever a member passed away, it was due to some other reason."

Sui Xiong was surprised. He looked at the middle-aged man carefully and saw that he was full of spirit and energy. It was like his vigor was constrained with a giant lock, and there was no leakage at all, even when he was engaged in fierce battle. With such a battle bearing, he could keep fighting for an entire day and night without feeling tired.

"He must be good in endurance battles," he could not help but say.

"Yes. It is said that the longest battle Nicholas ever fought lasted for a week, with only minimal rest time," Leon said. "That happened when the Kingdom of Thousands of Springs was resisting the intrusion from Kingdom of the Blue Moon. He joined the side of Kingdom of Thousands of Springs and helped them defend a small city. He was able to withhold attacks from the Kingdom of Blue Moon for almost three months. Especially during the final battles, the Kingdom of Blue Moon grew stronger and attacked more fiercely. The Kingdom almost completely depended on Nicholas to run around the city walls, support the battles, and to boost the royal army. It held out against the attack."

"Wow! That must have been really great!" Sui Xiong marveled. He asked again, "So, did he get any rewards for what he did?"

"After the war, the Earl of that land summoned him and asked if he was interested in becoming one of his underlings. The Earl expressed that he would grant him the Baron title straightaway, skipping the two titles of 'Quasi-knight' and 'Knight.' He would even grant him a parcel of land."

"… Any adventurers who chose to serve a lord would need to start from the "Quasi-knight" or "Knight" titles, right?"

Leon shook his head. "Only famous adventurers can get this type of treatment. Common adventurers would never get this. A "Quasi-knight" is still a noble ranking after all!"

Sui Xiong nodded faintly. He was looking forward to hearing more about Nicholas' ability.

In comparison to Nicholas, his opponent was a little pitiful. He was a mage who was good at defense and control. He continuously cast different spells to strengthen himself and weaken his enemies. He also turned the entire battlefield into a huge trap. Under such circumstances, even a giant dragon would have difficulty moving forward if it had not dismissed the spells. And yet, Nicholas was slowly inching towards the mage in a very calm manner.

The renowned adventure leader was not immune to magical spells, but he was always quick to break free from disadvantaged situations. He was like a slow but tough behemoth. No spell could really tie him down.

On the other side of the battle ring, the situation was the complete opposite.

Both of the contestants moved with great speed, like two clouds of a whirlwind that tangled together. Audiences who were slightly weaker could not even see all their movements clearly. They had to rely on the lines that the commentator, which was Sui Xiong's clone, said. Then they could understand slightly better how great these two contestants were.

"Oh God! Contestant Night Rain just continuously stabbed six times in a beat! Anyone who can continuously stab twice in a beat is good, and those who can do thrice are experts; he did six continuous stabs! This is a sword skill with Godly speed! If his opponent in front of him were to be weaker or have slower reflexes, they would have suffered from multiple wounds and been carried off the ring for resuscitation!

"Contestant Blake has not even drawn his blade! This is unimaginable! How can he not draw his blade when he is facing a top-notch assassin such as Contestant Night Rain? He has only been dodging to defend… Oh, God! He dodged another one! That strike by Contestant Night Rain did not have any warning, and that angle was the trickiest, yet he still dodged it!

"Everybody, look! Contestant Night Rain has actually attacked his opponent while facing away from him! He stretched his body and stabbed him from there – it was impossible for Contestant Blake to see that sword coming for him because his body blocked it! Can he dodge this time? Can he? I cannot believe my own eyes: he really can dodge such a sneak attack!

"There is a saying amongst the fighting experts that goes like this: 'Pure defense will never last long. Attacking your opponents is the best way of defense.' Yet today, Contestant Blake is clearly challenging this saying! It has been over ten minutes! He has completely dodged all the attacks for over ten minutes! His right hand is still holding firmly onto the handle on his sheathed long blade! We can only imagine what will happen when he finally decides to pull his blade out. His powers will be sure to shock us all!

"Contestant Night Rain has started to attack fiercely again. His sword was really too fast! His footsteps are even faster than his sword! If they were to fight against him, most people's swords might not even be as fast as his feet!

"This time, can Contestant Blake still dodge his attacks? Can he?

"Oh God! Contestant Blake is unsheathing his blade! He has unsheathed his blade!"

Just as the commentator was roaring with a strained voice, a blinding ray from a blade shined through the battle ring. It was as if lightning had cut through the empty sky.

After only a moment—a moment that only superior experts could feel—an explosion followed. That was the sound of the long blade ripping through the air. Because the blade was too fast, it caused an explosion-like sound.

Night Rain suddenly stopped his continuous attacks and slowly raised his head to look at his opponent's face.

That face had numerous scars that proved his superior battle experiences. Even though he looked a little worn out, he was still calm and reserved.

He chuckled bitterly, realizing that his body had been cut from his left waist to right shoulder and that the wound was spewing lots of fresh blood. If it were not for the golden halo shining down from the sky and covering his body, he might have been cut in two in the next moment.

"That was a deadly cut! Contestant Blake has won this round! And he only struck once!" The commentator excitedly reported as he jumped up and down like a madman. The audiences on the viewing stage were all stunned before they absorbed the news, and they let out a deafening cheer.

"The Drawing Sword Skill of Thousands of Springs: it really is as great as its name!" Jose said to Pan on the viewing stand. "According to the flow of the battles, you will be facing this Contestant Blake during the second round. Are you confident?"

Pan shook her head, her golden ponytail swinging along. "How can I be confident? He is one of the best experts I have ever faced in my entire life. Even if I maintain my state, I only have a fifty-fifty chance of winning against him."

"Does that mean you're sure to lose?" Jose was a little worried.

Pan laughed. "When you are in a realm like we are, the moment that defines winning or losing really depends on how we react on the spot. Unless there is a given plot, it is very difficult to tell who is sure to win in a martial arts battle between two people of our levels."

"Ugh… this is a little too deep for me to understand…" Jose raised his brow. His handsome face looked like he could not believe it.

"Wait 'till you join us in this realm, and you will understand," Pan said. She did not argue and merely smiled while replying, "From the top of the high level to the legendary realm, there is only one step. You have to work harder, and take this step quickly!"

Despite the fact that she was only a little taller than his chest, her height not even reaching his neck, her abilities and strength were way superior to his. Jose could not disagree with her.

He took a deep breath and groaned, "And how can I take this step?"

"Just battle. Dangerous battles. When you are on the line between life and death, it is much easier to take this step." Pan lightly shared her experience from the past when she was still Oveila. "Back then I was in a battle when our empire was conquering the South. We were fighting the Eagle Knights to death. That's when I took my step."

She frowned and her pretty face looked roused and nostalgic at the same time. "After that war, I was bed-bound for about two months. I spent another six months slowly recovering. That is how I avoided being handicapped. But it was because of the inspiration from that war that I finally took the vital step.

"I originally thought that by training in an orderly and progressive manner that when my abilities faced another bottleneck I could immerse myself into the South expeditionary force again. I wanted to seize the opportunity to enter Legendary Realm by losing myself in blood and fire. In the end… Haha, life is wonderful!"

She extended her hand and pressed it over her left chest unconsciously. That was where the Fish Fork had stabbed and killed her last time.

Her body was not the same body as when she was killed. And there was no scar on her left chest. But she could still feel pain in the same spot whenever she reminisced about that battle.

"Maybe… When I can finally overcome the phobia of being killed, that is the day I can step into the Legendary Realm!" The young lady who changed her job from priest to teacher kept these words to herself, but in her heart, she had finally realized something important.

Jose was solemn for a while, then he patted her shoulder. "Well, don't need to overthink things now, you have already beaten me. You should have vented your anger. If you are still unsatisfied, maybe I could let you beat me up for one more round? Or I can lend you my fish fork, and you can stab me until you feel better?"

Pan smiled and refused his suggestion as she shook her head.

At the same time, it was comparably glum on the other battle ring. "The Reliable Nicholas" had forced his opponent to the edge of the battle ring and there was no place to run.

Given that his opponent was a high-level mage, he could use his flying skills to escape into the air. But when facing an opponent such as Nicholas, he was not confident in taking to the air, as he was not good at flying after all.

So what if he could fly? Nicholas had six little axes hanging around his waist. It was obvious that they were designed for throwing. When faced with a high-level warrior who was armed with throwing axes during battle, flying off hurriedly would mean welcoming your opponent to use you as a live target!

In the end, the mage sighed and chose to surrender before Nicholas gave him a deadly blow.

"Let's go," Jose gently patted Pan's shoulder. "The most anticipated match this morning has ended. I'll buy you a drink!"

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For the competition for the very first martial arts contest, the rules were as such:

During the top sixty four, there would be two matches daily, during the morning and noon, each to be held at two battlefields next to each other simultaneously. Then, there would be four matches daily, which would require a total of eight days to complete all the matches.

After the first stage ended, it would be followed by the competition for the top thirty two. Maintaining the same, which was two matches daily during the morning and noon, but two hours after the first match, the second match would then begin. According to the normal situation, the two hours should be sufficient for the first to end. So the two matches should be able to be held separately, so that the audience wouldn't have to miss any one, but could watch the complete four matches.

The top thirty two would require four days. After the four days, everyone will draw lots and decide the grouping for the top sixteen and then rest for a day.

The competition for top sixteen would be one match each in the morning and afternoon. Due to the fact that it would be eliminated after two losses, it would require six days and elimination of four contestants. The victory eight and the defeated four would enter the next round, or it could be called the top twelve.

During the top twelve, it would still maintain at one match each in the morning and afternoon. Within the two days time, a select four from the top eight would enter the victory group, then the defeated group would have to fight for the four slots, which was another two days.

During the top eight, it would still remain at one match each in the morning and noon. Victory group one day and defeated group two days. Actually, during the third day, it would only be a half day.

The next stage was defeated group, three people, and victory group, two people. But, anyway, the one who lost in the victory group would join the defeated group, so the number would be even again.

At this stage, it would be one match each day. The first day, victory group, the second and third day, defeated group.

The defeated group match would decide the ownership of second runner up. The winning contestant would then get the chance to compete with the last man standing in victory group, to fight for the championship. Of course, as he was from the defeated group and the other contestant was in the victory group, if he won, he would still have to fight for another match to call for the final victory or defeat.

The competition rules were complicated, but all in all, it was fair. To the top sixteen contestants, they had to lose twice to miss their chance, so everyone had equal opportunity.

As for stamina, under the protection of gods, there wouldn't be situations of exhaustion due to continuous matches. But regarding expense of spirit, that was not within the bandwidth of gods.

…. Factors of luck still couldn't be eliminated.

The fierce battles were still going on, and there were many experts that won, but there were many experts that lost too. The two huge battle rings not only attracted the focus of experts over all countries on the main dimension, even many greats that transcended the mortal world noticed.

"You could feel that the two clergy posts of 'martial art contest' and 'competition' were nurturing."

In the "Holy Temple of Martyrs" that was filled with noises of killing and fighting, the god of battle's face grew gloomy and looked at the figure that was talking with ease and fluency.

"Of course I could feel it, but how does it relate to you?" he said coldly, "Don't tell me, not only are you interested in "murder" and "assassination", but you still intend to expand your clergy and to seek more clergies towards battle?"

The god of conspiracy that only had eyes and mouth showed a weird smile, just like a white mask that had three crescent moons drawn vertically, and said, "Everyone existed immortally. What's the point of your cover up?"

The god of battle's face grew gloomy, "What do you want to say exactly?"

"All this while, as the follower of the god of battle, 'battle', or 'small scale battle', such clergies were monopolized by you. Look, that earth shattering martial art contest excluded you completely, but was hosted by the guy that held 'warrior' guardian clergy… don't you think, it's a little tricky behind this?"

The god of battle kept quiet, as he was already dissatisfied at the beginning, even with his guards up. Regarding "battle", "martial arts" was considered an important part, although the portion of "competition" was lower, to him that only had intermediate holy power, he had to avoid as much loss as possible.

The loss of clergy was similar to losing holy power or divinity, the latter of the two could be recovered gradually relying on time, only this first couldn't be recovered. When you lose it, you will lose it always.

Losing your clergy was an extremely powerful hit towards god. From the past, many gods were weakened due to that reason, even to the point they would pass away.

So, once its related to the clergy problem, there would be fierce battle in between gods. Many times it was even nonstop.

To gods that possess weak or even faint godly strength, losing their crucial clergy meant their passing. As the result was passing, they might as well go for a life and death battle. No matter how they died in a vigorous battle, it's still better than dying for nothing.

As a member of the gods in war system, the god of battle was of course not a coward. If there was necessity, He didn't mind to fight the war and clamour for a life and death battle!

But… He was actually a little hesitant. Intermediate godly power like Him, not exactly great nor weak, was at an awkward position.

Getting clergy slightly wouldn't help Him to breakthrough or level up. Once they lose clergy slightly, it would cause Him to weaken or lower in ranking. If it was only "competition" clergy, He wouldn't hesitate and He might as well hold it back.

But… "martial arts contest" clergy…

The great god that was wearing full body armour and ready to fight a war anytime, was sitting on his throne that was built with his spoils of war, weapon. He was deep in thought.

The god of conspiracy smiled, as his shadow slowly faded and vanished. He knew His advice had taken effect.

Maybe the god of warrior would hold back originally. Because if He had to fight, He had to deal with not only Steel Lion, but also the entire god system of desolation, and even go against the one with unset clergy yet powerful Void Mask.

Under such a situation, even if he could fight, even if the war god system and other few gods that were good at fighting helped, it was hard to say that they would win.

Of course, They could invite the King of God of War, but on Steel Lion's side, He had the God of Justice as well. In fighting against the crazy fellow that once fought to the Wheel of Order, against the Great God, even the God of War, who was said to be the most intrepid among the gods, dared not confirm their victory.

Such war, even if they won, the war god system would have a sprain or a fracture. If they lost, they might be killed.

So, the god of war hesitated and they decided to give up. But after the god of conspiracy's advice, the situation was different.

If the reality was a game, when the god of conspiracy advised earlier, there would be such a system reminder that popped out,

[The god of conspiracy was persuading the god of battle. This persuasion is called bluff negotiation.]

[The god of battle didn't pass the will test and the bluff succeeded.]

[The god of conspiracy completed persuasion, the god of warrior would accept the mission of "fight for clergy".]

After a while, the god of battle finally decided, went towards the middle of "Halberd Snapping Wasteland" in war god system holy kingdom, to have an audience with the King of god of war, the great god of war. Among the emptiness near the sky of Ashes Wood in the main dimension, in the holy kingdom that shared the border with chaotic world, Morani's main body suddenly felt slight discomfort, but it had gone by in a flash. His gut feeling told him that there seemed to be something bad that's going to happen, but not that severe.

"Is it because one of my high priests encountered danger? Or is it because a bunch of my believers encountered an unfortunate event?" He directed his focus to the human world to stroll around.

As expected, He quickly found out that a high priest of his was assassinated and the murderer was running away. To god that had many believers, a high priest's life and death was nothing to speak of. But Morani didn't have many believers and high priests below him, especially above intermediate level, as those could be counted with two fingers.

He lost one high priest just like that, which was not a small damage to him! Morani's face grew gloomy and sent down a God's order. The clergyman who was closest to the high priest quickly rushed over and tried to use "resurrection spell" to revive the high priest that died.

Although Morani could send a clone down to use resurrection spell, it would consume more divine power. To Him that had yet to reach intermediate divine power, He could only produce so many clones, and each one of them had their respective duty. He couldn't send any of his clones.

To send a clone to resurrect, He had to make a clone last minute that was sufficient to carry such level of divine power that was out of His ability, and it would require a few fold of the expense. That clergyman that received the order quickly departed. As there was a god order that gave accurate direction, he used transportation spell and got there in a short while.

Then, it was resurrection.

In the world, theoretically, every god could use resurrection spell. But, in actual fact, besides gods that possess divine power in healing or life league, most of the gods were not willing to use resurrection spell.

Because "life" clergy was still vacant, not one God had gotten it. That signified that to let the deceased to radiate the vigor of life, it wouldn't be done through the negotiations with the god of life, to simply exchange with divine power. But rather, it depended on the god itself to transform divine power into life divine power.

For gods with life league, it was naturally just a piece of cake, as divine power in healing league could also transform life divine power with lesser expense. But any divine power besides the two, if one wanted to transform into life divine power, ten to one was already considered a good trade off.

For example, like the god of conspiracy, god of death, god of damage, and that sort of clergy and league that was almost the direction of wicked and damaging, their divine power would normally require a hundred to one ratio in order to transform into life divine power. Morani of course had no divine power in the league of life or healing, but He had the divine power of protection. To transform it into life divinity should be a ratio of twenty to one, which He didn't consider to be extremely unfair.

After expensing not a little divine power, the resurrection was completed. Although the high priest that was resurrected was weak and required to rest for a period of time, at least he managed to escape the unfortunate situation.Morani sighed, slightly exhausted, turned around, and looked towards the venue of the very first martial arts competition. Then, only that spectacular competition could make Him feel slightly better.

"Luckily, ever since I threw the very first martial arts contest with Auscar, my divine power has increased tremendously. Otherwise, the expense would make me feel hurt!"

He mumbled to himself, as he didn't feel a conspiracy targeted at Him had been completed…

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Chapter 207: Chapter 77

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

On the battle ring, where everyone was focusing their attentions, a glorious competition was unfolding. The first round of the top sixteen was being carried out between two pure warriors.

One of the warriors was a noble and vice captain of the knight group from the church of the God of Knights in Duchy of Thunder. His name was Spencer Smith.

The other warrior was from a village in the Holy Angel Kingdom. He was a lord and a forest ranger. His name was Herman Armster.

Spencer Smith was young and handsome. He wore a luxurious and full body armor. The armor was shimmering, with a twinkle of blue lights. This was the characteristic of iron and steel, mixed with mithril. His armor and weapons would glow with extraordinary splendor as he fought. This is how it could be told that it was a strong magic weapon, with just a glance!

Herman Armster was a bit older. His beard was unshaven, and his flax colored hair was always messy. Besides the old chest armor that he wore, he didn't even have a second defensive tool on him.

The sword in his hand was twinkling with magic a light, but looking at the jellyfish on his sword, it could be seen that it was actually a standard magic weapon that the Void Mask Church had provided for any of the contestants that didn't have weapons. For him to be at such a level of poverty, it was simply pathetic!

Spencer's footsteps and actions were light and swift, revealing the wittiness and vigor of a young man. His swordcraft might not follow the regular pattern, and he often made unreasonable maneuvers, but he had his own skills that more than compensated for all of his so-called flaws. Regarding his natural and smooth sword skills, there wasn't any room left for him to be taken advantage of.

His rarest attribute was that he maintained his elegance, even during fierce battle, as though he was a prince that had just walked in from a fairytale knight story. Indeed, he was graceful, handsome, and carefree, as though he could kill an evil dragon, with just a swing of his hand. There were always enthusiastic cheers and screams among the audience, whenever he fought. And, one had to wonder, just how many young maidens' hearts he had won already!

Herman was the total opposite. His swordcraft wasn't that smooth. On the contrary, it was rough and unpolished.

It could be seen that his every move was hard-trained, and that he had practiced them countless times. However, the flow of battle preparation and finesse between his moves was obviously problematic. It could be easily said that he never had any guidance or instruction from a master, nor was he a veteran of many battles. To put it simply, his swordsmanship was totally flawed.

However, Herman did have the instinct of a wild beast, and he possessed a terrifying sensitivity. Every time Spencer wanted to take advantage of all of his many flaws via an attack, Herman would issue a counter attack with a terrifyingly high speed of response. Not only would Herman make up for his flaws, he could also turn around and attack him rapidly.

As they battled, Spencer was not in a hurry to seize an opportunity to attack. This was because he was confident in his stamina and endurance. Moreover, he believed that it would be impossible to be weaker than someone who was even older than his teacher!

So, he decided to fight a battle of endurance with Herman. No matter if it lasted a few hours or a few days, he was determined to drag his opponent to his death, relying on the stamina of his youth, as well as his perfect swordcraft!

"This young man is very outstanding!" In the sky, Morani complimented him. "He has gained fame at such a young age, but he is neither conceited nor rash. His swordcraft is so elegant, yet he has such a stable character. His is a talent that is hard to come by!"

Sui Xiong wasn't highly skilled in martial arts himself, so he couldn't tell what was so amazing about Spencer's swordcraft. However, he could tell the entirely different approach that Spencer and Herman were taking.

The battle had been going on for more than an hour now, and Spencer was still maintaining his calmness, while his confident smile stayed plastered on his face. On the other hand, Herman's face grew grave, his eyebrows tightly knitting together, while his looks grew more ferocious. He was also getting short of breath, seen when he would grunt from his throat occasionally, like a wild beast that was in a fix, bellowing before death!

"That's weird! Why would he do that?" He said in distress. "The current situation is still considered as a fifty-fifty chance to win for both, right? Why does he look like he is at an extreme disadvantage? He looks so impatient and moody."

Morani took a closer look, then shook His head, "There's something wrong with that person's brain."

"Huh?"

"There's something wrong with that person's brain," Morani repeated. "His brain was either injured when he was young, or he was born with it that way. In short, there is something wrong inside of his head. Strictly speaking, he was a born fool, just slightly better than an idiot!"

Sui Xiong was shocked. "How could he be an idiot, yet still be able to train for such an amazing martial art skill competition?"

"I have never seen this before. But, many of the legendary living things basically have no intelligence, so theoretically, an idiotic person could still be an expert at some things."

Sui Xiong stared in open-mouthed wonder at the man, who was now bellowing like a trapped beast. He swung the standard two-handed sword quite clumsily, and every step he took seemed laborious. He indeed seemed to be in a fix!

His hair and beard were messy and unkempt, the look on his face, ugly. Taking a closer look, there was a hint of dullness there that made him look simple-minded.

But…

Sui Xiong suddenly noticed that there was a strike of light that flashed through Herman's eyes. It was the light of wisdom and intelligence!

This person… Is not just some idiot!

"Maybe we should help him," he said. "Such a person, who could practice his swordcraft at such a level, shouldn't be living in a cloud of muddle-headedness!"

Morani creased His eyebrows. "This kind of help would require divine power of wisdom and a treatment league. We do not have such capabilities. To depend on an exchange of divine power to realize this goal, the cost would be too high."

"Let me figure out a way." Sui Xiong smiled. "Such a matter as dealing with a simple-minded person, it may not necessarily require magic at all."

He used his soul induction strength to slowly infiltrate Herman's brain quietly, to check out the situation of his brain.

Regardless of whether Herman had been born idiotic or was a postnatal idiotic, most of the idiots had problems with their brains. Very quickly, he found the problem.

In Herman's brain, there was a large area that obviously had a lesser blood supply flowing to it, and the electric current of the nerve net was also unusually thin. He deduced by these observations that he seemed to even be lacking a chunk of his brain!

Maybe this was the exact reason that Herman was so idiotic and clumsy. It also could explain why he was at a total loss in the areas of flexibility and adeptness.

If I could treat his brain for a bit, to repair the damaged parts, maybe he could recover his clear thinking and stop being an idiot!

Sui Xiong thoughts swirled in his head. He was determined to help him. After the match ended, he came to Herman, who was eating a pork knuckle in the corner of the contestants' restaurant. He could clearly see that Herman was depressed that he had lost the match.

"Hello, I think you need a treatment."

Herman lifted his head to look at the green jellyfish that was floating before him.

"I don't eat seafood," Herman said.

Sui Xiong choked and sighed. He said, "I am Void Mask. I am trying to treat your idiocy. Are you willing to let me help you?"

Herman's eyes were wide open. He looked at him for a few seconds, then lowered his head to search the table for something.

"What are you looking for?" Sui Xiong asked.

"My dad told me not to drink. He said I could be cheated when I'm drunk… Did I drink? Why don't I remember?" Herman mumbled to himself, somewhat incoherently.

Sui Xiong was angry now. He rolled his tentacle and slapped Herman on his head, thundering, "Who the hell are you? Why would I have the time or care to cheat you?"

Herman heard this, and since he understood the words, he confirmed to himself that he wasn't drunk. He then hesitated for a very long time, before he finally accepted Sui Xiong's suggestion.

So, Sui Xiong treated him. It was a simple treatment. Sui Xiong turned one of his tentacles into a probing pin, which he then used to pierce into his skull. Then, he repaired the part of brain that was damaged.

This was easier said than done. The nerves and blood of a human brain were extremely complicated. Even a medical expert wouldn't dare say that they understood it entirely, let alone Sui Xiong!

But, Sui Xiong had the advantage, as he was able to look clearly at the structure of Herman's brain. Plus, his mental strength was extremely strong, enabling him to analyze such a large amount of data. Even when he was dealing with countless complicated structures, he wouldn't be phased or overwhelmed.

Even so, he still took two to three days to fully repair Herman's brain. After all, the process of restoring a brain was quite different than creating one. If he was just creating a brain, he would only have needed half a day to get it done.

But, when restoring a brain, one had to do it slowly, in order to ensure that there would be no problems. This was because the restoring process was much more complicated.

Just when the brain restoration job had come to its end, Sui Xiong cast a spell to wake Herman up, as he had put him into a deep stupor for the treatment. The then asked Herman how he felt.

Herman looked sleepy, and he was looking at him, as if he were very confused. In fact, he seemed to be at quite a loss! After a while, however, his eyes grew bright, and the sluggish look on his face gradually dispersed. Then, he slowly began to display a firm and resolute expression on his face.

"I remember now!" he said. "Many things that I had forgotten, and many things that I didn't take to heart before, I remember all of them now!"

"Yes, but I'm asking you, how do you feel about your brain? Do you feel dizzy?"

Herman got off of the surgery table, then knelt on one knee before Sui Xiong. "Great Void Mask Majesty, you have bestowed a new life upon me! Please forgive me for not being able to string together any ornate phrases to praise you adequately! From now on, I am your loyal servant! Please allow me to be at your service!"

Sui Xiong was stunned. "I only did a single surgery for you! How did I recruit an underling?"

Looking at Herman, who was being so persistent, he didn't have the heart to reject him. So, it was decided!

By the way, Herman needed to rest after his surgery, so he wouldn't be able to partake in the match of the defeated team. Hence, he defaulted in that round. His opponent, Felix, had actually waited for half an hour on the battle ring, before realizing the snafu in the end!

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Chapter 208: Chapter 78

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"You want to take revenge?" Next to the transportation portal, Sui Xiong asked curiously.

Herman nodded, "Back then, my brain ain't good. I was cheated and I lost my nobility. Now, I want to go back to punish the cheater, as he deserves!"

"Do you want to take back your nobility? Don't think you going alone would be enough. I'll send a few more people to help you out." Sui Xiong said, "The most important thing in a drifter's life is having three high quantities of brothers, weapons, and money. You going there alone with no money and power, it would be difficult to take revenge. Now that you belong to my church, why not hold on a little longer, until the very first martial art contest ends. By then, bring along a big bunch of brothers, pick some useful weapons from the warehouse and bring a large sum of money… that will do."

Herman smiled and shook his head, "Thank you for your kind gesture, but my enemy is not anyone that is big enough to be on a tabletop. It isn't worth Void Mask Church to have so many experts to deal with him. Plus, I wasn't planning to take back my nobility. I only planned to take revenge. It's quite simple, not that difficult."

"When I was healing you, I saw your memory. Your surname is Armster, the heir to Armster Viscount in Holy Angels Kingdom. Armster Viscount was also considered a number one figure in Holy Angels Kingdom. If you were to head over to take revenge alone, it wouldn't be easy!"

"The one that inherited the nobility is my younger brother that shares the same father but different mother. Our relationship isn't that bad, I wouldn't cause him much trouble." Herman said, "But the elder brother of my stepmother, my uncle, he 'took good care' of me. Under his arrangement, I lost my nobility in a very humiliating way. If I don't 'repay' him properly, I really can't even sleep!"

"Huh?" Sui Xiong thought and recalled the incident where Herman lost his nobility. He couldn't help but sigh.

Under his "friendly" uncle's care, the silly Herman, who was just a Armster Viscount back then, was abducted by a few friends to the brothel and casino, then signed a number of debt notes. He "lent" a huge amount of money that was enough to purchase the entire Holy Angel Kingdom and "lost it".

Herman of course couldn't return the amount of money that was non-existent. Even with the entire wealth of Armster Viscount, it was only a drop in the ocean before the huge amount. His uncle seized the opportunity to step in and indicate that he was willing to help to solve the debt. But the price was that Herman had to spend the rest of his life in seclusion and never return to Armster City, and of course the nobility had to be transferred to his younger brother.

Herman was a silly man back then. Although he could feel something wasn't right, he couldn't tell what was going on. So, he conveyed his nobility and went to a village to be a forest ranger feeling crestfallen. He cut himself off from the world alone, having the mountains and forests as companions, and became a troop with the wild beasts.

Besides practicing sword craft, he had no other hobby. He practiced each posture of Armster family sword craft that his father taught him when he was young and reached the acme of perfection. He even trained up his terrifyingly sharp intuition like a wild beast.

When the very first martial art contest started, under the suggestion of a relative that came to visit him once in a while, he left the suburb forest that he had stayed in for ten years to participate in the contest in Void Mask Theme Park…..

Back then, because Herman had something wrong in his head, he was cheated. Then, now that he was smart, he suddenly understood why he got cheated. Which casino in the world would be able to lend out such a huge amount of money! Plus, he was naive back then, he had no idea how to gamble!

Hence, when he returned, he first planned to take care of the casino boss that cheated him, then kill the few servants that ganged up with his uncle that schemed against him, and finally to kill his uncle. Then, it would be considered done.

Especially that very last task had to be firmly grasped. Because his uncle recently fell critically ill, it was uncertain how long he could live. If he didn't hurry, he could only bellow at the tombstone.

Sui Xiong thought and nodded, but he had Herman wait for a while.

After a while, a redhead man who looked weary yawned as he ran over helplessly, "Jellyfish master, didn't we agree that I would be considered as working as long as I lie down and pretend to be a red dragon during the day time? Why did you ask me to go on field work…."

"Red dragon could be taken over by Frost temporarily. I cast a long-lasting gigantic spell, so his size should be around the same." Sui Xiong smiled and said, "Herman is going to find his enemy to settle their resentment. We don't have many old foxes in our church. There is only you that is clever and free. If you don't follow to survey the scene, I can't feel at ease."

The redhead man was naturally transformed by the legendary creature "free weird bird" Fafnir. At first, he was lying by the side of "Dragon Cliff" to pretend to be a red dragon with his leather armor. The visitors could pat him and be amazed, and he enjoyed the job where he could sleep in peace while making money. That very momen,t he was woken up by Sui Xiong to head out for a mission, so he was of course upset..

But, at the end of the day, the boss was the biggest, no matter how upset Fafnir was, looking upon his salary, he could only take over the field work. He agreed unwillingly and was going through the transportation portal with Herman, but he suddenly stopped.

"Why?" Sui Xiong asked.

Fafnir looked Herman up and down. After a while, he turned around and said, "This is so pathetic! He simply looks the same as a beggar! Boss, you are too mean! At least change him into something decent!"

"And… Look at his hair, his moustache… Is he trying to act as a wanderer in one of those theaters? Or that kind that was bitten by a bear?" Fafnir sighed and said, "Boss, although these recent years, one has to sell pity to obtain the admiration of the artist, decency is still necessary for one that lives a drifter's life! Look at his pathetic look, walking next to him would drag down my style!"

Sui Xiong laughed hysterically. He allowed Fafnir to bring Herman, who was in a hurry, for a quick visit to his favorite "Ceremony Ball", the entertainment and leisure center that was operated by the church of the god of joy. They took care of his hair and moustache, and had a lady that was good at beauty to wash him up and do a full body massage.

Then, they went to the store house and found a set of glamorous equipment, which was extremely dazzling, that might not be powerful, but was sturdy enough. Finally, they brought along a flying carpet that was used for image purposes, and considered themselves then fully prepared to depart.

Going through the transportation door, the two of them got to the capital of Holy Angel Kingdom. Fafnir, who was in a hurry to get the things done and head back to nap, so that he saved enough energy to visit the brothel for "war" that night, directly revealed his original form. He grabbed Herman and threw him on his back. He told him "Sit still" and he soared up into the sky with his signature "malicious" creepy smile, whiffed past just like a jet fighter plane, and left continuous pops in the sky. There were many people who were frightened that peed in their pants, and many animals which were so scared, that they pooped all over the place!

His flying speed, where he gave all his strength, was terrifying, as it flew across the sky like a wind. Within two hours, he flew across half of the Holy Angel Kingdom and arrived at Armster City.

In the sky, Fafnir stretched out his winds and stopped on a piece of cloud. He turned around and asked Herman, who was dizzy from the strong wind, "What are you preparing to do?"

Herman had yet to recover from "plane sick", and he asked confusedly, "What, 'how'?"

"We are here. How do you plan to take revenge?" Fafnir asked, "Who to kill? How to kill? Braise in soy sauce or grill? How would you like it to be cooked? Let me make this clear, I'd rather eat grass than human meat. Human meat is disgusting!"

Herman then regained conscious. He thought and told him his plan.

"We first go to the casino, then to the viscount residency, lastly to the estate to kill your uncle that is taking remedial rest… Mm, this is a simple but robust plan, I like it!" Fafnir laughed and turned into a human form. He grabbed Herman and the two of them landed straight on the ground from the cloud in the sky.

After a while, they had arrived before the casino where Herman was framed. Fafnir looked around and snapped his fingers. Herman's hair that was originally messy due to the wind, suddenly became neat, and he looked just like a theater celebrity that was participating in some award ceremony.

"Come on, let's go to crush the place!"

Sui Xiong really knew how to get the right person for the right job. Fafnir was a professional expert in "crushing place". He only used a few minutes to turn the entire casino into a ruin, but no one was hurt. Seeing such professional yet glamorous skill to destroy buildings, Herman was impressed and thought to himself that his comrade was from a building background.

"The boss back then died?" After not being able to find the boss, Herman got unexpected news from the person in charge of the casino. "How did he die?"

"Indulgence in sensual pleasures, died on a woman's stomach." The steward answered nervously, while his legs shook and the crotch on his pants got wet and gave out a suspicious stink.

"Total rubbish!" Fafnir said in disdain, "A man that died on a woman's stomach, such humiliation!"

Herman had no intention to comment if the boss of the casino was a humiliation, but sighed and enquired about the situation of the few servants.

The few servants were put in important positions after they assisted in framing Herman. Besides that one that died due to illness, the rest were considered the higher ups in the territory. They were stationed in a few places and put in charge of particular tasks.

After a while, they departed again after clarifying the situation. They didn't spend much time to finally find those few people.

In the territory of a viscount, they did have quite a number of experts. When there was an incident, these experts would naturally protect the viscount. But the "enemy" had no intention to cause any trouble to the viscount, so their tension was unnecessary.

The sky grew dark, and Fafnir brought Herman, who took revenge and felt lost, back to Void Mask Theme Park.

"How do you feel?" Sui Xiong asked.

Herman was silent for a while, then he smiled in satisfaction.

Along with the smile, the sword man that had half his legs stepped into the legendary realm, then suddenly gave out a magical aura. He finally broke through the last obstacle.

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Chapter 209: Chapter 79

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On the day of finals for the defeated teams, the sun was shining brightly and there was a boundless stretch of blue sky. There seemed to be fine gold particles dancing in the air that put people in a good mood. There also seemed to be an unknown fragrance floating that made people feel carefree and happy.

In the air above the battle ring a few Gods hid and conversed in doubt.

"Don't you think the atmosphere today was a little magical?" Sui Xiong looked up to the sky and down to the ground, then looked around. He said in distress, "I feel like the source of power of the world is surging faintly, as though it is going to cheer. Can all of you feel it?"

The other few Gods nodded. They felt the same thing.

"Who is going to be promoted to God? Or who is leveling up?" The God of Justice was the most experienced one. He thought for a while and made a few guesses. He first looked at Wor, then at Morani, and smiled. "It looks like I have to congratulate the two of you!"

As He had said, recently Wor and Morani's divine power was improving by leaps and bounds. It was really like they were going to level up.

"I'm not sure," Wor said. "It's true that ever since I was promoted to God, my divine power has been advancing tremendously. I feel that the clergy of 'knowledge' seems to carry a heavy weight in the Root of the World. But to advance from faint divine power to weak divine power… I am not too confident."

Everyone then looked at Morani.

Morani thought and shook his head. "Not me either. Although my divine power has increased tremendously and I could also faintly feel the nurturing of a new clergy, it isn't time yet… I reckon I will have to wait till the Very First Martial Arts Contest ends first. My clergy will be ready then. Maybe by then I could break through weak divine power and enter intermediate divine power."

The God of Justice muttered to Himself, "The importance of the knowledge clergy was to not practice reticence. According to my estimation, the clergy and its derivation should be able to support intermediate divine power. Along with the Very First Martial Arts Contest, maybe a 'martial arts contest' clergy will be formed under such attention. By then, if Morani were to achieve this clergy, moving from weak divine power to intermediate divine power… No, maybe a little further. Maybe you have to set up some restriction yourself, to concentrate divine power, to be able to enter intermediate divine power.

As the expert who was generally acknowledged among various Gods, and was everyone's senior, his prediction was no doubt convincing.

Hence, the question redirected to the "martial arts contest" clergy.

"This clergy should be given to Oscar," Morani said. "He didn't even have a clergy until now. And the Very First Martial Arts Contest was actually His idea. So, really, the clergy should belong to Him."

"But I do not feel any sympathy or compatibility with the clergy," Sui Xiong waved his tentacles and said. "Would a God be able to accept a clergy that He has no sympathy for?"

Obviously not. In order for a God to gain the clergy of a certain belief, he himself must accept it from the bottom of his heart. His belief must be compatible with it, and he must respond sympathetically from the source of His power.

It was the only downfall of these clergies. If you didn't agree with it, you wouldn't be able to get it.

Comparatively, the nature clergy didn't mind one way or another, but it required one to understand and master the nature element at an extremely high level. Then one would obtain the clergy.

Comparatively, belief clergies would be easier to obtain. That's why among all Gods in the world, most of the Gods were promoted via belief clergies.

Various Gods made speculations but in the end, they still couldn't be certain of the reason that caused the agitation of the Source of the World.

But regardless, there was a strong divine power, a weak divine power, and two faint divine powers gathered together at the moment. When necessary, they could drag along a faint divine power to assist them. There were also three real God experts that had not achieved clergy. In regards to fighting power, needless to say, the God of Justice was known to be the top of the experts. This meant that only the unfathomable King of Order was above Him.

Sui Xiong and Morani, who both had a record of defeating intermediate divine powers, fell under the typical fighting power over divinity. Silent Knight, under Morani, was only a faint divine power. But his battle power was not inferior to a normal weak divine power.

The other two God followers under Him were "giant catfish" and "giant earthworm." Although they were not intelligent, they were both qualified godly flesh shields. Even Wor who had just become a God not long ago was an incredible assassin, so He wasn't afraid of battle. Among all the Gods, the only one that couldn't fight would be the God of Happiness, Javier… that's not right. He only couldn't fight head on. But as an auxiliary, He would be up to standard.

With such battle power, even if there was any conflict or danger, who would they be afraid of?

Not to mention the ocean that was not far away. During necessary times, the new born Goddess of Ocean who was close to Sui Xiong could bring along Her few God followers anytime to assist with the war!

Even sending an entire God system wouldn't be sufficient to defeat them!

Then, everyone became fearless and continued to focus on the contest that day.

This round was one of the last in the Very First Martial Arts Contest. The last two contestants from the defeated team would have to fight against each other. The winner would continue to fight against the champion of the winning team, who had a completely unbroken record, and fight for the throne of number one in the world; while the loser would at least be third in the world, which was not too shabby.

But if there was a chance to fight for number one in the world, who would be willing to be third?

Hence, the two contestants entered the ring and had a ferocious fight, as though they were thunder against fire.

The two contestants were well-known experts across the world. One was the top expert from the Kingdom of Thousands of Springs, who was known as the superb sharpshooter. It was said that "not one wouldn't fall before the God of Bow." The figure that possessed the simple yet gloriously radiant title "God of Bow" was Lewre Spoolin. He was a branch royal member of Kingdom of Thousands of Springs, as well as the leader of a knight group from the church of the Goddess of Spring Water. He wasn't great at battle but excelled in horsemanship and archery.

Lewre had a baby face, but it suited him. He was in his mid-thirties and he was known to be a genius archer since he was young. During the war when the Kingdom of a Thousand Springs defended against the invasion of Kingdom of the Blue Moon, he once rode alone. Then he killed 29 famous knights along with countless normal soldiers in battle. He drove back the army of Kingdom of the Blue Moon alone. Later on, he even marked a terrifying record by killing a legendary expert with his identity of higher order. The one that he killed was an important figure of the Kingdom of the Blue Moon: Prince Merlin, a great legendary mage.

As an archer, the weapon that Lewre was used to was a bow named "Wyndham." The origins of the bow couldn't be verified. The Goddess of Spring Water once gave out an order personally to appraise it, but in the end, She could only determine that it was from ancient times and once a powerful godly item. However, it was damaged during a huge war and it lost its power as time passed. It was far from recovering to its height of power and splendor. Maybe it would never recover.

Regardless, the power of the bow wasn't to be trifled with. It wouldn't be mislead. As long as it was accurately aimed, it would accurately hit the target. The arrows that were shot via the bow would be hard to withstand; the commonly seen defense magic and heavy armor would be nominal before it. If Lewre was willing to, he could even expend his power of life to bestow curses upon the arrows. Back then, Master Merlin had at least five to six defense magic spells, but not one took effect after being shot. He died on the battlefield.

Lewre's character was bashful and gentle. He normally stayed in remote area and trained in his estate alone. The fact that he would participate in the Very First Martial Arts Contest was already out of many people's expectations.

During the battle in the past, he had eliminated quite a number of experts such as "the reliable Nicholas,""Bomber Hand" Felix, Magic sword Baster's clone, "Armor Magic Sword" Phil; they were all defeated by his bow.

On the other side, Soocher lived a tough life. She was born in a noble family. Because she was born a Psionicist, it brought a lot of trouble to his family and she was abused and almost abandoned. Later on, she was unearthed by the church of the God of the Thunder. She received training in the church and finally became a member of "Hammer of Sanction." Then she regained the acknowledgement of her family and society.

The female holy knight was used to halberd. She could incorporate her lightning power and inborn psionic energy, instinctually turning lightning into a solid physical weapon. In countless battles, regardless if she was fighting against a human or a magic beast, she could fight bravely and consistently without any hesitation. She did not flinch but swept away all obstacles.

She was wearing full covered armor. Even during her everyday life, she hardly took it off. It was said that underneath the airtight armor, there was a beautiful golden-haired girl. However, it was only a legend.

She once took off the armor but no one could see how she looked. She even turned into boundless lightning, just like a thunder element.

Under such situations, she could use an extremely powerful thunderclap to attack. There was once when she used a powerful Lightning Axe to kill a legendary magic beast, and hence gained the name "Axe of Lightning God."

In fact, the holy knight wasn't hard to get along with normally. She always brought her underlining from Hammer of Sanction to cut off wicked and magic beasts, and her fame was spread extensively.

When she participated in the Very First Martial Arts Contest, her battle achievements were extraordinary. Oveila, who used the pseudonym "Pan," was also knocked out because of her. There were another few famous experts knocked out by her, and their capabilities were all extremely strong without a doubt.

Compared to Mister Alan from the winning team who was not very famous before joining the Very First Martial Arts Contest, the two from the defeated team were generally acknowledged as the most impressive experts in main dimension below legendary realm.

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Chapter 210: Chapter 80

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The battle between Lewre and Soocher was very vigorous. Their speed was terrifyingly fast. Not to mention about the commoner among the audience, where even the experienced adventurers couldn't see their movements clearly. Their attacks possessed powerful strength, and every time their axe and arrow clashed, it would give out thundering sounds and sparks of lighting. If it wasn't because of the strong divine power protection around the battle ring, the aftermath of their battle might cause injuries among the audience.

Dealing with such a fierce battle, the golden haired commentator that was wearing sunglasses didn't know what to do. He could see the fight clearly, but he wasn't the lightning speaker like Wang Yuyan from Jin Yong's novel. The speed of him speaking would be impossible to follow the speed of them fighting. Even if he managed to, it would be useless, as the audience wouldn't be able to hear such high speed language.

Among the battle earlier, he encountered such a situation before. Then, he would choose to comment on the parts which were breathtaking and interesting. It could be dealt with then. But in the battle between the two, there was not one instance that wasn't interesting, and not one move that wasn't breathtaking. He couldn't select any exact part to explain about.

After some thinking, Sui Xiong's troublemaking habit broke up. He might as well ignore the battle and started to recite a piece from Chu Shi Biao (included the reasons for the Northern Expeditions, as well as Zhuge Liang's personal advice to Liu Shan on how to govern and rule the state.)

"Late emperor had yet to make a history but collapsed and died halfway, today the country splits into three, Yizhou was weary and at disadvantage, this is at the edge of danger…"

"Huh? What is he talking about?"

The audience was in discussion. They didn't understand why the commentator that liked to bullshit but was sometimes reliable, suddenly spoke in an unknown language.

There were some mage that cast "good at knowledge" to try to understand what Sui Xiong said. But that magic could only make them understand what Sui Xiong meant, but every story and background of the article in Chu Shi Biao wouldn't be able to be obtained from the magic. So, they were confused and lost.

People tried to ask the mages next to them, but they could only answer "I have no idea too".

"Language that good at language skill, but still one couldn't understand? Would it be some magic language that was profound?"

"No… It couldn't be understood, but the meaning is hard to comprehend." A young mage explained to his friends next to him, "He said an old king in a country died, a young new king was not reliable. The country was currently at a terrible state. The consul wanted to lead the army for expedition and fight against the powerful enemy. It seemed that there was some sort of background story to it, but I didn't understand… Then, the consul was reminiscing about the past, when he knew the old king. He said that "back then I was only a commoner and the king promoted me, so I worked very hard". Not sure what happened exactly, I couldn't understand. 'From then till now, it has already been twenty one years'."

"… How does it relate to martial arts competition?" his friend complained.

"Maybe because of my limited magic, I interpreted it wrongly," the young mage said, as he wasn't confident.

Similar conversations happened in each corner of the audience seats. Many were upset that they didn't understand what the commentator was doing.

Chu Shi Biao wasn't long. Even Sui Xiong that transformed into a commentator tried to recite it slowly in rhythmic tone, and managed to finish it in a short while.

Then, Lewre and Soocher's battle was still going on vigorously. Their speed didn't slow down by one bit, and the level of interesting and breathtaking moves didn't change by one bit.

The commentator thought and sighed. He then started to recite The Former Ode on the Red Cliffs (describing a trip that Su Shi took with his friends on the Yangtze River, which took them past the purported site of the Battle of Red Cliffs.)

"In the autumn of the fifty ninth year of the sixty years cycle, in July, Su and his friends went boating to the red wall. The breeze blew and the ripple spread across…"

"What is he talking about this time?"

"He is describing a scenery, a beautiful scenery."

"Is he a bard?"

"… Thinking about it, he should be."

"But how does scenery relate to martial arts?"

"… The consul wants to go for an expedition, would that be related to martial arts?"

In the sky, "Boy of Ceremony", Javier that knew the commentator's true identity, couldn't help but ask curiously, "What are you talking about? The previous one had a heroic epic style, the latter one was classic in the way he described scenery… but such language, I have never heard of it before."

Sui Xiong laughed drily and explained himself.

When everyone knew that he simply couldn't comment on the battle, and so he figured he might as well recite a few articles, they couldn't help but laugh. After laughing, Javier asked about the origins of the article and wanted to obtain more of such articles.

Although He wasn't the god of art and culture, His divine power league includes art and culture. He was passionate towards art and culture, so when he came across such interesting articles and classical produce, there was no way he would let them go.

Sui Xiong thought and told him, "These articles are from another civilization in a different world. It is very complicated to explain in specifics… I really have no way to explain in detail."

"Then… can you teach me those languages?" Javier took a step back, "It sounded like a beautiful rhythmical image, I think it's worth learning."

Sui Xiong didn't mind, so he taught Javier all his knowledge about pinyin.

As god, Javier possessed a strong strength and wisdom. He only spent two hours to fully understand and master pinyin. But He still couldn't understand the article that Sui Xiong was reciting.

Oh, after The Former Ode on the Red Cliffs, Sui Xiong was then reciting The Snake Catcher Said.

There was a very unusual kind of snake in the outskirts of Yongzhou. It was black with white stripes. Grass and shrubs would die if they got in contact with the snake. If a man was bitten by it, he would surely die, as there was no cure…"

"Auscar, my friend, things that you taught me, are not helping me to understand the article that you are reciting," Javier complained, "I still don't understand."

"How could it be? My mandarin is quite accurate…" Sui Xiong said.

"I could hear every word, but I can't understand the meaning of every word!" Javier smiled bitterly, and I know I am able to recite the article like you. But to me, they were still words that implied ambiguous meaning. My recitation was just like wiping ink in the slab stone and chopping it onto a piece of white paper. Although the content was the same, in actual fact, it didn't help me to understand."

Sui Xiong looked around and hesitated. In the end, he told Him embarrassedly, regarding the detailed explanation and concrete context of those articles, it involved too much knowledge and many personal privacies, so it was inconvenient to share with him as a whole. Javier wasn't stubborn, but still sighed heavily.

"Then, can I ask you the stories behind these articles?" He asked, "You can tell me whatever that you find okay to, and those that are not okay, of course you don't have to tell me."

Sui Xiong immediately patted his chest and agreed. Then, he explained to Him about The Snake Catcher Said.

"This article was actually used to criticize tyranny." He said, "The most crucial sentence was 'Alas, to think that taxation can prove more dire than a poisonous snake'…"

"Friend, I can understand the article was criticizing despotic regime." Javier said, "I can understand."

"… What do you want to ask then?"

Javier sighed, he slowly inquired about the allusion and background stories that he couldn't understand.

On the battle ring…

The commentator that finished reciting The Snake Catcher Said, hesitated and started reciting The Old Charcoal Seller…

Sui Xiong was definitely not a good student back then. Although he learned many classical poems and prose, the moment he wanted to recite, there were barely a few that he could recite completely.

He was then a little bothered. If Lewre and Soocher were to fight for too long, and he finished reciting all that he could remember, what should he do?

Unless he really wanted to learn from a chapter from the film Love On Delivery (A mild-mannered food-delivery boy takes fighting lessons to overcome an enemy and impress a pretty judo student) he needed to pick a few books randomly to read.

Then, it would be very embarrassing! Even if he was thick-skinned, he would feel awkward! Luckily, it didn't develop to that stage, as an accident cut him off from his commentating.

About the part where he was reciting "Two riders canter up. Alas! Who can they be? Two palace heralds in the yellow jackets dressed…", a strong aura suddenly surged from the south of main dimension and turned into gorgeous five-coloured rays before it soared into the high sky.

Then, it was followed by the jumping and shouting with joy of the root power of the world, and it was agitated unbridledly.

"Someone is promoting to god!" That instance, various gods from Thousand Worlds could sense it, many Gods were screaming out all of the sudden.

Commoners promoting to God was not something common. On average, only one in a few hundred years would this occur. With two succeeded to promote to God in a hundred years, this was considered a lot. But… from the previous time, when commoners promoted into God and the birth of the god of knowledge, it wasn't even ten years yet!

"Unless… Has it come to the age where fate whirled and rapidly changed?" Some experienced Gods couldn't help but feel afraid.

Although it was uncertain where the person originated from, from the level of the power source vibrating, it could be told that the person was unique! Even if that person had yet to promote to God, he would be an extremely terrifying expert!

Such a vibration and strange sight naturally affected the commoners, including the two that were in fierce battle on the ring. Every commoner couldn't help but stop and look to the south suspiciously.

Then, a mage of the higher order from Mifata Federation suddenly woke up and cheered loudly. "It's master Ymirjar le-Peyroux! He finally promoted to be God!"

"Corresponding with the cheer, an old but deep voice was heard. Along the agitated power of source, it reverberated in the Thousand Worlds.

"I am Ymirjar le-Peyroux, the creator and guardian of Mifata Federation, the follower of mysterious spell, the highest and strongest spellcaster. I am all spellcasters' protector and guidance. I protect the Essenes of mysterious spell, protect the inheritance of magic, and protect the great wisdom."

Hearing that, Wor's facial expression suddenly changed.

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Chapter 211: Chapter 81

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Ymirjar le-Peyroux was a great magician, possibly the greatest of them all. He was born about 3,000 years ago, when the magic arts were still not widespread among humans.

Back then, magic's inheritance relied on bloodlines, as well as some insane, brutal experiments, which were extremely resource-intensive. This resulted in the commoners lacking even the most basic understanding of magicians, which caused the commoners to be very fearful and hostile. In that era, the guardian deity of humans was the God of Knights. In the eyes of the human world, magic was still a dangerous art that was best avoided.

Ymirjar le-Peyroux was originally a mage apprentice. Actually, they weren't even called mages back then, but sorcerers. He began his journey by learning the dangerous and cruel black magics, which focused on destruction and plundering.

Later on, he learned to become less extreme, tempering his discipline with white magic, which emphasized cooperation and togetherness. In the midst of repeated adventures and battles, he grew swiftly, finally becoming a powerful and great sorcerer, the strongest of his era.

He then began traveling the world, researching different magical knowledge, and absorbing many new ideas about magic. Approximately 200 years later, he returned to human society, slaughtering all of the Sun and Moon ranked sorcerers, but leaving behind the mid-ranked Star sorcerers, as well as the apprentices ranked below that.

After a thorough extermination of the highest echelons of the human magic society, he began to promote his ideas and theories, constructing a new magic system. This new system was open and moderate, and even children could give it a try.

Moreover, anyone was welcomed to give their feedback on the new system. More importantly, this new system wasn't walking the path of plunder and consumption. Instead, it placed great emphasis on being systematic, coordinating harmony between man and nature. In order to fight the old magic, which developed from the elf spells, this new system was much closer to being a variant of elf spells and dragon magic.

As time went by, Ymirjar le-Peyroux's new magic system was always being questioned. Many people were ridiculing him behind his back, but at last, he succeeded. The new magic system was established and developed vigorously.

In the blink of an eye, around 1,000 years had passed, and Ymirjar le-Peyroux began to reflect once more. He reckoned that his own magic system still had many shortcomings, especially regarding the progression from the High Order level onwards.

He felt that the path ahead was murky, with no suitable direction for future generations to learn from and follow. As such, he brought a group of students to the Southern Plateaus, then constructed a magic tower to embark on brand new research. This magic tower would later be hailed as The Supreme Tower.

This time, there were two topics that he wanted to focus his research on. The first was regarding the path to a higher plane of magic cultivation. The second was regarding the construction of a mage society. The results of the latter were well known, as it was the creation of the Mifata Federation, otherwise hailed as the Country of Mages. As for the former, those results were finally revealed before the eyes of the masses.

The greatest mage, who was the founder of modern magic and hailed as The Supreme Mage, Ymirjar le-Peyroux, had finally reached the end of the path of magic! He was now ready to step into the realm of gods!

In a single moment, spellcasters across tens of thousands of worlds all felt the blood in their bodies running rampant, as though the magic power in their bodies was boiling, to the point where they could hear the cheers emanating from the Source of the World. For the mages trapped on the peak, who were unable to find the way forward on the path of magic, each suddenly felt as though they had seen the light. It was as though a great pathway had opened in front of them. As long as they walked down this road, their futures would be limitless and bright!

As for the youths who were working hard to advance along the path of magic, they felt as though their minds were enlivened as well. The magic power that resisted their commands previously, was now docile and obedient. The magic structures that used to take painstakingly long hours, now came easily, as though they had undergone divine possession!

From that moment on, the world's spellcasters had obtained a lamp that could shine throughout the ages, illuminating the path towards the heavens. The wizened pioneers, who had carved the path forwards, finally cut through the thorny brambles on their path, opening this brilliant road and giving direction to all sorcerers.

Even for the mages, whose path led them down a different direction, they could still gain some enlightenment by looking at Ymirjar le-Peyroux's path. If they had to rely purely on luck for their accomplishments previously, they now had access to vital reference material to aid them in their development.

Thus, everything was good! But for Wor, it was a disastrous turn of events…

He did not object to Ymirjar le-Peyroux's being elevated to godhood. However, the ideas that this God of Spellcasters proclaimed were the exact opposite of what he believed. In fact, it could be said that they were completely incompatible.

The creed that commanded one to "protect the great wisdom" had two meanings. The first meaning indicated that he was the Master of Mystery, born from the God of Wisdom and Magic. The second meaning meant that he wanted to protect the priestly duties of wisdom to the very end, stopping all that would divide and threaten this priestly act.

So, who was dividing and undermining the priestly duties of those in service to the God of Wisdom and Magic?

It could only be Wor…

Wor's priesthood was that of knowledge, and knowledge came from the splitting of wisdom. When he became a god, the originally perfect wisdom god was split into two halves. The logical and rational half formed the basis for knowledge, and the aspects that were associated with sensitivity and realization formed the basis for Mystery.

When the Master of Mystery previously came to visit, he had asked Wor if he was interested in becoming one of his subordinates. But, he refused. He had long ago firmly decided to be unchanging in his loyalty to His Majesty Void Mask.

From that moment on, the position of the god of wisdom began to slowly split and collapse. If it had not been for the Master of Mystery's using his divine power to forcibly chain them together, it would have long disintegrated into the two separate positions of knowledge and mystery.

Everyone knew that the Master of Mystery would never remain silent, but would dumbly endure to the point where he could not even sustain himself. The entire Church of the Void Mask had already sharpened their weapons and fed their horses, making ample preparations for a massive war against the Church of the Master of Mystery. Even Wor himself had made two different preparations.

If things went smoothly, he would fight. If not, he would destroy himself. Regardless, he would not betray the lord god he had sworn allegiance to, nor would he let himself become a burden to his lord.

It was just that, no matter how much he had thought, he had never imagined that the Master of Mystery would not make a move. Instead, it was the newly ascended God of Spellcasters that had targeted him.

No matter how you said it, his words had already left his mouth, so they could not be easily changed. The two gods had such irreconcilable differences in their fundamental beliefs, a large battle seemed unavoidable.

The only thing that was keeping everyone in suspense was wondering when exactly this battle was going to happen. Wor pondered to himself, but said nothing. It was at this moment that the one who had previously announced his clergy and ideals, Ymirjar le-Peyroux, opened his mouth.

"The God of Knowledge Wor, fragmented from Wisdom, I am hereby making a declaration of war on you! Please make your preparations. I will be there shortly."

This time, it wasn't just Wor that jumped in fright. Sui Xiong, Morani, Javier and even Yorgaardman all received a huge shock, too.

"The way this god of spellcasters does things is too clean and neat," he couldn't resist murmuring to himself. "He just barely ascended to godhood, and he already wants to start a fight! Is he trying to set a record to be the fastest god to fall?"

"He's definitely left a doppelganger, who he can use to revive the Master of Mystery. Even if he loses, it's just a body that dies. With the endless amount of divine power that the Master of Mystery possesses, he can also make a full recovery quickly." Morani sighed as she spoke.

Javier thought differently from the rest, as he said with some worry in his voice, "Master Ymirjar was the strongest back in his day, even before he ascended to godhood. I don't dare say that I could have defeated him, but now that he has successfully ascended, with his increase in power… Will the God of Knowledge be able to defeat him?"

"Even if he can't win, there's still me!" Sui Xiong said. "If he dares come, I'll beat him to the point where he can't even care for himself!"

"He said he's coming for a duel…"

"His words don't count for onions!" Sui Xiong didn't take javier's reminder seriously, laughing as he said, "He wants to fight one-on-one, so we have to fight one-on-one? I'm not his dad, so I don't give a damn!"

"If that's the case, the Master of Mystery will have a reason to intervene," Morani said anxiously. "Not only that, but Ymirjar le-Peyroux had many friends in his time. Even in the realm of the gods, there are many who are on good terms with him. If he has a one-on-one duel with Wor, regardless of the results, none of those friends will intervene. But if you intervene…"

"How many will come to help?" Sui Xiong's heart thumped wildly.

Morani counted in her head for a while, before saying, "A conservative estimate would be ten."

"What ranks are they?"

"There are at least two or three of them that I am not confident in defeating." Sui Xiong took a deep breath, he was finally beginning to get worried.

However, worrying wouldn't help matters. The important thing was to solve the issue. But…how exactly should they solve it?

"If the Master of Mystery takes action, leave it to me," the God of Justice said. "There are many mortal spectators here. As long as Wor insists on fighting here, I can intervene to protect the mortals. Of course, in order to protect the mortals, I can't allow gods that are too powerful to intervene in this fight."

"I'll go and persuade them. Maybe I can talk a few of them into going away." As Javier said that, his body gradually faded from view. He had already moved his body to talk to those gods, who were on good terms with the god of spellcasters, hoping to convince them not to interfere.

His strength was mediocre, so if they really got into a fight, he wouldn't be able to help at all. As such, he could only be of use through diplomacy.

Sui Xiong hadn't even been able to express his thanks yet, when he felt the surrounding space violently shudder. Then, a brilliant golden portal appeared in the nearby sky, and a white-haired old man, who was wearing mage robes, stepped out.

"Hello, Your Majesty the God of Knowledge." He cut to the point and said, "I've made you wait too long, so let us begin."

Saying that, he raised the staff in his hand.

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Chapter 212: Chapter 82

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On earth, there was a well-known saying on the internet, Don't be terrified, just do it.

The god of the spellcaster that just got promoted, was the great mage Mage Ymirjar le-Peyroux. Although He was no traverser, He practiced the essence of the well-known saying. Attack when he says so, without one bit of sloppiness.

He didn't even greet the three Gods next to Him, but launched an attack at Wor directly. He raised his magic staff, and a golden light blade took shape and chopped it down at Wor's head.

After entering the God's world, many of the commoners' regular magic skill would lose its effect, especially those magic spells that were direct attacks. But due to the difference in ranking, it was almost impossible to be effective towards God. To fully give play to one's power in a battle between gods, one must apply a magic spell that was above regular magic, in other words, called "legendary spell".

As the greatest mage in human history, Ymirjar le-Peyroux of course knew legendary spell, and he knew quite a lot. Not only that, as the god of spellcaster, He was at an excessively natural advantage in magic spell, He could even bestow legendary characteristics on those regular magic spells easily. So, it would be effective as usual, even against gods.

For example, He was then casting an intermediate magic spell "Blade of Light". The magic spell would make a light blade and automatically chase after and attack the enemy. If the enemy was a creature from the chaotic or wicked direction, they would receive extra damage.

Of course, this magic spell was definitely useless towards God. But in Ymirjar's hands, it was bestowed with legendary characteristic. The golden light blade not only contained power that even Sui Xiong was afraid of, it also faintly locked the space around Wor to imply that he couldn't even escape if he wanted to.

Sui Xiong's eyebrows were tightly knit, and he raised his tentacles to cast a magic spell. He was shocked to discover that he had completed the structure of magic and the magic power was realized, but he didn't complete the magic spell. A dispersed magic power current flew out from his tentacles and clashed with the light blade. It was crushed without suspicion, and he didn't even manage to block it for one second.

"What is going on?!" He screamed.

A light shadow appeared before him, the habitual image that the God of mystery used, "Don't be shocked, I locked your ability to cast a spell."

"How could you?!" Sui Xiong screamed, "This is against the rules!"

"I am the God of Magic. As long as I am willing to, I could lock any person's or any God's spellcasting power." The Master of Mystery said calmly," All of you wanted to go against me. I only temporarily locked your spellcasting power, so I am kind enough."

"This doesn't accord to your clergy." The God of Justice creased his eyebrows as he spoke, "Your clergy was to promote magic, but not prohibit the usage of magic."

"My clergy was to promote and manage magic." The Master of Mystery replied, "Manage, of course includes prohibiting the person or god that I found inappropriate to use magic."

"…. No wonder the elf god system was defeated under your hands. You applied the same method, right?" Morani asked coldly, "Then, you are after us now?"

"You think too much." The Master of Mystery didn't explain but his shadow slowly faded.

In the end, reverberating in the air, was only His message, "Do not interfere with the battle. This is the biggest justice that I can provide to all of you."

Sui Xiong's eyes grew ghastly, the method and measure took by the Master of Mystery made him very UN-HAP-PY!

"Maybe I should find a way to cause this bastard some obstacles." He mumbled to himself, then looked towards Morani and Yorgaardman, "Do you know where is the holy kingdom of that bastard?"

"Are you planning to go over?" Morani got a shock and quickly stopped him, "Don't be silly, you can't fight against him!"

"Exactly. If you really go over for a fight, even if it was me, I am not certain if I could win." Yorgaardman spoke in a deep voice, "A mage in his home base, would not be easy to deal with!"

Sui Xiong smiled coldly and turned his tentacles into a pair of hands. He then cracked his knuckle joints.

"I am not that stupid to send myself to his doorstep! If you can give me the exact location of that bastard's holy kingdom, I can cause him trouble with me right here!"

Yorgaardman and Morani exchanged a glance and hesitated whether to believe in what he said or not.

"His holy kingdom was in 'The Rainbow Kingdom' located at the positive realm in the ring of the world. That is a kingdom full of fountain and sunlight, countless beautiful and colorful spirits live there." Yorgaardman introduced, while he pointed out the exact location of the holy kingdom of the master of mystery 'Rainbow Fountain' to Sui Xiong .

Sui Xiong nodded, and turned around to watch the one in a battle with the God of Spellcaster, or being suppressed by the God of Spellcaster, Wor. Then, Sui Xiong sighed, feeling worried.

"Don't worry. If he had the danger of passing, I will interfere." Yorgaardman said, "The God of Knowledge is an important god in this world. He is a kind strength to bring about improvement to the world, to let people be blessed. I will definitely not allow Him to just pass away like that!"

Sui Xiong looked at Him for a while and took a deep breath. He thanked him and went underground.

The Master of Mystery, bastard! I have to show Him a little color. Otherwise, I will write my name, "Sui Xiong " upside down!

All these years, he worked out many special measures. Although there were many that were not reliable, if only going after power of one attack, he still had a way to…..

Sui Xiong was slowly getting ready. In the air right above the battle ring, Wor and Ymirjar le-Peyroux that couldn't stay hidden anymore were in a ferocious battle.

As the greatest mage in human history, Ymirjar's magic level was high and simply unbelievable. If he were to apply the gaming levels, even when he had yet to promote into god, conservatively estimating it was at about level ninety nine max level character. After promoting into god, he at least increased by an extra thirty to fifty level, his battle power could said to be in defiance of nature.

Wor naturally wasn't weak either. Him before promoting into God was at least level sixty to seventy. After promotion, it was an after thirty to fifty level. He was at least an expert at level hundred or hundred twenty.

Just that… On one hand, the limit was one hundred and twenty, on the other hand, the lowest would be at least above one hundred and thirty. The battle was definitely… One-sided.

Ymirjar cast an unknown amount of gain magic to himself in one goal, and was giving out colourful rays of light, just like a huge neon lamp. He was already of an old age, but at the very moment, he was displaying speed that Wor was too far behind to catch up. With the terrifying speed, He was constantly maintaining a distance from Wor, while he threw magic spells, one after another, continuously.

He didn't cast any really powerful magic, but all intermediate magic that was legendarified. Although such magic was considered weaker to the level of Gods, its winning point was at its lighting speed. He waved and there was one, he waved again and there's another one, and Wor was in a fix.

Wor gave full play to his speed. He chased after Ymirjar's shadow with all his strength, as he swung his blade to break apart the magic spell. He, as the top swordsman, had skills that were naturally accurate and sharp, no doubt. No matter what kind of magic spells Ymirjar cast, with a swing of his black blade, he could disperse them into countless shattered light spots that were totally harmless to him.

But, the situation was that He was still being oppressed, because he couldn't catch up to Ymirjar's speed. The impressive black blade was waved countless times, however, it could only be used for defending purposes, but not hurting the enemy at all. The worst part was that, he himself knew that Ymirjar had yet to use his true power!

The greatest mage in human history, was the pioneer that created the modern magic system. A senior expert that was already well-known in the world three thousand years ago, how could he only play such simple tactic!

Dragging on speed to slowly drill, Sui Xiong might call that the "kite flying" method. How could it be His true power!

Wor was feeling uneasy. Although He wasn't afraid of battle, He also wasn't afraid of death. But dealing with the upcoming defeat, He couldn't help but feel worried.

Ymirjar looked very calm, ever since the very beginning. There was even a smile plastered on his aging face. It was almost as though He wasn't fighting a life-and-death battle, but giving his junior some pointers. Of course, by age, not to mention about Wor, even Morani and Yorgaardman were His juniors.

During the years when He was studying in silence, all his juniors had overtook Him and step foot into the path of immortality before Him, and became great gods. But he was trapped in the top level of the tower. Although he was highly respected by many, he couldn't fully complete the trail that belonged to him, to take the most crucial step.

From the time when he meditated in seclusion to breakthrough as god until then, it was almost three hundred years. Three hundred years of thoughts and loneliness, three hundred years of patience and waiting, all had already trained his will to be sturdier than steel. To Him, it wasn't considered a ferocious fight. Even if it was a Gods' War, destroying one god system after another wouldn't move him.

"Damn it!" Wor couldn't hold back, but bellowed in anger, "Bring out your true talent! Don't belittle me!"

Ymirjar didn't answer, but maintained his smile, and maintained his previous battle method. Maybe He planned to defeat Wor with such a method, to let his junior that was born much later than him, but in the end got onto the pathway of promotion into god before him, to be defeated in such a humiliating way.

Wor was getting more and more anxious, and he suddenly recalled the battle back then, when he fought against his hometown. That night, he was like today, feeling weak, as though he was trapped in a huge prison cage. He also felt like a worm on a spiderweb, that couldn't break away from those shackles. But, in the end, he drew his blade, swung it, and tore the trap. He split the cage, killed the enemy, and left. Then, He slowly calmed down, his breath was gradually more stable, too.

"What's there to worry about?" He told himself, "Fighting against Master Ymirjar le-Peyroux, even if I was defeated by him and died, it would be totally natural. As I have already had such mental preparation, what else could I be anxious for? What else could I be disturbed by?"

"What I want to do today is to fight with all I have, to give full play of my strength. So that, even if I pass away, I will not regret anything!"

Then, he was suddenly fully enlightened. The long black blade was put back into the sheath, then drawn out fiercely and slashed down. The black blade was like a crescent moon. It tore all kinds of magic spells on the way, and got to Ymirjar!

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Chapter 213: Chapter 83

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The blade of divine power was one of the powers that the gods had. Generally speaking, it was a very common ability.

However, in the hands of the gods that were specializing in fighting or war, it could unleash its true potential for destruction. What Wor was doing at this moment was a prime example of this.

The black crescent energy blades were silent, as though they were made up of shadows or the deepest night, destroying each of the legendary spells, one by one, without being affected in the least.

Ymirjar le-Peyroux's speed was quick, and he immediately dodged the energy blades easily. But then the black blades changed direction unexpectedly, hitting him!

The amplification and defensive magic that he had on his body were useless in the face of these black blades. They were destroyed as easily as thin paper, as the blades proceeded to hack away at his body. The old man's figure split apart violently, disappearing into countless bubbles.

"He won? Just like that?!" The mortals that were watching the fight were in a state of disbelief. The greatest magician, the god of spell casters, the one who shook the world for 3,000 years, had fallen so easily!

Wor's face belied no traces of happiness. He regulated his breathing, sheathing his black blade, preparing to draw it again. He knew clearly that it was still too early to say who the victor was!

He had made a breakthrough in this battle, grasping a powerful attacking technique. The most it had done was to shorten the distance between him and Master Ymirjar le-Peyroux. If he wanted to win, the odds were still uncertain.

The dispute between him and the other party was due to a fundamental difference in beliefs, so there was no room for reconciliation. This disagreement could only end when one of them was dead and fallen.

Of course, there were some gods that had adjusted their ideological thinking, after having acquired their abilities, but that was a very troublesome and painful process. It was akin to self-denial, as though they were dancing on the tip of a knife, where one mistake would kill them.

Compared to this, it was much preferred to settle things with a fight, regardless of who won or lost. At least, that was Wor's take on it…

Actually, he also knew that, as long as he was willing to change his stance and surrender to the Master of Mystery, he not only didn't have to die, he could also avoid this entire battle. But as long as one lived, there would always be some things that were more important than life, which were worthy of using one's life to defend! One such thing was loyalty, another was friendship.

Auscar, His Majesty Void Faceless, was the one who Wor had chosen to pledge his loyalty to. He was also a friend of Black Blade Wor. No matter what, Wor would not hesitate to pledge his life to follow his king for all eternity, without fear of death!

He took a deep breath. It could not be seen where the knowledge in the God of Knowledge had gone. He looked as though he were a wild beast ready to charge at any time.

The distant sky flashed, and Ymirjar le-Peyroux's figure appeared. He still looked the same, his countenance calm. The only difference was that magic no longer surrounded him like a set of neon lights. Instead, all that remained around him was a ring of rainbow light. Yet, to the eyes of the strong, this rainbow circle, which looked mild to most, was actually far more dazzling than the neon lights had ever been!

"Divine ability: divine spellcasting…" Morani wrinkled her eyebrows, saying with worry, "As expected of the master of the supreme tower, he's just ascended to godhood, and yet, he's actually comprehended divine ability to such a state!"

Divine ability, simply put, was the ability of a god. Normally speaking, of all of the skills cast by a god, most of them were human skills that were channeled with divine power in order to boost deadliness. But if a god's understanding and control of his own strength reached a certain stage, he would be able to truly manifest power that was purely divine in nature. Such an ability was referred to as Divine ability.

Divine ability was where a god's true power resided. It was also something that mere mortals would never be able to comprehend. As the saying went, "Mortals have no way of challenging god." The crux lay within this point.

However, even within divine abilities, there were strong and weak ones. Some divine abilities were common, known by pretty much every god. An example would be the divine blade, creating objects from thin air, or teleportation…etc. Their combat potential would be rather weak, as everyone understood the simple concepts behind them.

As for the more complex abilities, they required either a corresponding duty or area of expertise, coupled with sufficient understanding and enlightenment, regarding divine power, before they could be manifested. A good example of these were the black blade lights that were manifested by Wor. Even though they were similar to the divine blade, in actuality, they were an ability unique to gods with the duty or expertise of combat. If the ability had to be given a name, it would be called "War god's energy blade."

Its destructive power was greater than the divine blade by a significant amount. Most gods, when faced with such an attack, would suffer a huge loss, especially if they did not make ample preparations beforehand or panicked.

As for the magic shrouding Ymirjar le-Peyroux, it was an ability unique to the gods' governing magic. It was referred to as "Transcending power: Divine Spellcasting."

Gods could imbue anything with their divine power to amplify its effects. Even the lowest ranking light beam skill could have its effects elevated to a legendary rank.

Complete understanding of a spell could allow for a god to further increase the power of a spell by channeling divine power through it to turn an ordinary spell into a divine spell. This ability was known as "Divine spells."

In the hands of magic gods, divine spells were extremely strong weapons. They were not to be looked down upon, especially when they unleashed all of their magical energy. When that occurred, even someone like the Steel Lion would choose to retreat instead of facing it.

However, the most terrifying spell was always kept in the hands of the Master of Mystery. It was even more powerful and mysterious than divine spells. This was because, by nature, it exceeded the power of legendary spells. It was the true Divine Spell. This kind of magic was referred to as Divine Spellcasting.

Throughout the years, the Master of Mystery had taken action a few times. Every time he had used Divine Spellcasting to crush any god that attempted to challenge him, no one was able to even survive a few spells.

Yet, on this day, this spell, which was the sole property of the Master of Mystery, had appeared in the hands of Ymirjar le-Peyroux. This caused many people to become alarmed and extremely worried!

"I'm afraid the God of Knowledge will lose." He used divine power to whisper to the doppelganger of the God of Justice. "Let us make our move soon, as we absolutely can't let him die here!"

The God of Justice, Yorgaardman, nodded his head, his eyes fixated on Ymirjar le-Peyroux, with divine power secretly locking onto him. This wasn't meant for any offensive ploy. With his personality and duty, he could not take offensive measures against a god that was leaning towards neutrality in the good camp. His actions only involved investigating the opponent's magic, trying to find a flaw in the Divine Spellcasting.

He knew clearly that he and the Master of Mystery would one day do battle, and that he would be facing the Divine Spellcasting of the Master of Mystery. If he could grasp this opportunity to find some flaw, the chances of his victory in that battle would greatly increase.

Although the God of Spellcasters' Divine Spellcasting was sure to have large differences from that of the Master of Mystery, after spectating the few times that the Master of Mystery took action, without being able to glean any results, he wondered about lowering the standards. This led him to think that, maybe through researching the methods of the God of Spellcasting, he would be able to understand where the crux of Divine Spellcasting lay.

After all, even though he was a warrior back when he was a mortal, with only a tiny bit of knowledge with regards to magic, he had been a god for so many years already. The God of Justice had already become an expert in magic!

Of course, once the God of Knowledge met with danger, he would definitely make his move as soon as possible. He was still clear with regards to his priorities.

"I would never have thought that I would actually be forced by a junior into being serious." Ymirjar le-Peyroux's voice held within it a trace of anger and anxiousness. He no longer maintained his distance like before. Instead, he chose to fly straight towards Wor.

"You are excellent and most deserving of praise!"

Wor did not answer. His gaze remained fixed on Ymirjar le-Peyroux, while his entire being, as though a tightly coiled spring, was ready to explode forth at a moment's notice.

After a while, Ymirjar le-Peyroux le-Peyroux le-Peyroux flew before him, the distance between them now being about twenty to thirty meters. At this type of a distance, even a high ranking adventurer could cross this distance in a split second with their own techniques.

For gods, this insignificant distance could be considered as though they were touching. This was a distance that strongly favored gods of war and was disadvantageous to gods of magic.

Ymirjar le-Peyroux, however, cared not. He gazed kindly upon Wor, as though he was an elder looking upon a talent from a younger generation.

"It's not too late to turn back now," he said. "Before leaving, my lord has repeatedly stressed that no matter when, our doors are always open to you."

Wor kept his silence, giving no reaction.

Ymirjar le-Peyroux sighed, then tried to persuade Wor once more. "Do consider it, since you cannot defeat me. I trust you are aware of this fact."

Wor's reply was to charge and draw his blade.

"Divine ability: War God's Energy Blade!"

Crescent blades cut forward silently, targeting the exposed Ymirjar le-Peyroux, who had no cover. At the same time, Wor also rushed up to him, brandishing his long, black blade, hacking onto Ymirjar le-Peyroux's body viciously.

The rainbow lights moved, but nothing happened. Ymirjar le-Peyroux withstood two onslaughts from Wor, without moving, and not a single change in his expression.

"Youth should be like this! Hot blooded, brave, and even reckless!" He laughed and said, "If you want to harm me, you should at least change your blade."

At that moment, Wor had already swung his blade multiple times, hacking towards Ymirjar le-Peyroux. Even though every slash connected solidly, it had no effect at all.

Actually, there was some effect… The rainbow light that was shrouding Ymirjar le-Peyroux shook as though it were a wave of water. That was all.

This God of Spellcaster's strength was truly beyond imagining!

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Chapter 214: Chapter 84

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Wor made about ten slashes in one goal. Every slash hit the god of Spellcaster, Ymirjar le-Peyroux, and it included one of the extraordinary divine powers, God of War light blade.

But, in the end, there wasn't a result.

Dealing with such a situation, even he who was as strong-willed was feeling a little worried and stepped back.

It was a creepy incident, a warrior fighting with a mage. Not only did they not try to get close to kill each other; they retreated in a hurry to pull apart their distance.

Spectators that were looking at the sight were all shocked. There was a believer from Void Mask Church that lacked fighting experience, yet was passionate, who couldn't help but shout, "Don't retreat! Continue to fight!"

Wor naturally heard that, but he didn't dash forward. Instead, he smiled bitterly.

He understood his own situation; his attack on the earlier round was to no avail. Not only did it expend most of his stamina, His reserved divine power was drained too. Ymirjar le-Peyroux deserved to be called a senior expert that gained fame for 3,000 years. He could tell with a glance that He lacked loyal belief, hence the weakness of His limited reserved divine power. With the round of fighting at close quarters, they met force by force to expand His divine power.

The colorful halo that engulfed Ymirjar not only had terrifying defense power, it also contained an enormous amount of divine power. Every slash on it would counteract a large amount of divine power from both parties. After a dozen slashes, it had consumed more than half of His divine power.

Even if Ymirjar didn't take action, but solely depended on the expense of divine power, he would be able to drain Wor out, and pass away in the end.

Wor creased his eyebrows and thought about what he should do.

He was not afraid of death. Or maybe He was already mentally prepared for that. But He needed to work hard to gain success. Dying willingly wasn't his style.

The true courage not only was the courage to face and endure death. It included working hard even if He was in a hopeless situation in order to fight for a string of life.

Those amazing miracles mostly happened as such.

After thinking for a while, he held the black long blade with both of his hands, raised it above his head slant-wise, and showed a posture of him getting ready to slash sideways.

This posture was the most powerful, the most strong among all moves. A skilled warrior using such a method would be able to defeat an enemy that was fully armored.

Wor looked at Ymirjar without moving an inch, but he was slowly calming down, like a pool of dead water that had no ripples. He was like a mirror that reflected the surroundings of its heart.

Ymirjar didn't speak but showed a smile of admiration.

Facing such overwhelming distance in capability, a warrior that still had the courage to fight and even regain peace during the fight to give play to even more brutal measure, of course, deserved admiration.

But He felt a little pitiful too.

Why would such person become the God of Knowledge?

The God of Knowledge, no matter how one looked at it, should be a spellcaster!

Then, He couldn't help but sigh. He sighed for a good person falling in with bad company, and also for his disciples and followers who didn't thrive.

A bunch of legendary mages allowed a warrior to grab the clergy of knowledge. This was simply embarrassing!

It seems that I have been focusing on understanding and mastering the power of the root of the world all these years; I intended to include every spellcaster into my clergy in one goal, but I forgot to teach them! He thought in silence and wasn't bothered by the battle before His eyes at all.

From what He saw, only magic could fight against magic. As the God of Knowledge had been restrained in his ability to cast spells by His Majesty the Master of Mystery, how would He possibly win against Him, relying on martial arts skills alone?

If he lost like that, the 3,000 years was a waste of time!

The flash of a blade's light.

Wor stepped back again. His footstep seemed to be a little superficial and tottering.

In the slash earlier, He had already concentrated all his vigor and gave full play to his martial art skills.

But, the result was similar to the one before. On the contrary, His divine power that was severely damaged fell off a cliff again, already in a state of imminent danger.

If the battle continued, maybe after the next slash, He would fall into long sleep due to the exhaustion of His divine power.

To a new God who didn't even manage to build the structure of Holy Kingdom forming a church, this pretty much meant passing away.

"Maybe the next slash will be the last hit of my entire life…"

With such concept in His mind, He slowly steadied his breath and regained calmness.

If there was only strength for one last slash, he had to give the best play and swing the most beautiful slash of his life!

Ymirjar's mind was disturbed by Wor's previous slash. Only then did the great mage realize that he was still in the life or death battle.

He smiled apologetically and redirected his focus onto Wor.

"Aiya, your situation looks quite bad." With His eyesight, He could naturally tell Wor's situation. He couldn't help but crease His eyebrows and advise, "Just admit defeat. If the fight continues, you will lose your life!"

Wor replied with a calm smile; one given when one was ready to accept death.

Ymirjar's eyebrows were tightly knit and he couldn't help but ask, "Why? There must be a reason!"

"Reason?" Wor finally answered. "Why do I need a reason?"

"You are going to die!" Ymirjar said. "Humans can live without a reason, but they can't die without one!"

"Betrayal needs a reason, persistence doesn't." Wor smiled a very calm smile.

"Loyalty shouldn't come before ideal or faith!" Ymirjar creased His eyebrows and said. "You are not the God of Knight, your clergy is knowledge, the developing and expanding of knowledge, the spreading of civilization… Loyalty shouldn't be more important than your ideal!"

"Everyone thinks differently. I don't force you to understand me," Wor replied. "To you that have lived for 3,000 years, and have watched the rise and fall of the dynasties, loyalty was something that was meaningless. Maybe even to the great Master of Mystery, you might only be following Him as a student, but not as a feudal official. But to me, Void Mask Majesty is my King. As His feudal official, I am grateful for His guide and support. If wasn't for His assistance, I might still be hiding in the library, sheltered by Book Collection Majesty, hiding away from chasing troops while getting older each day in silence until time obliterated all my courage and strength, and I became a member of the cemetery.

"Void Mask Majesty guided me to move forward, helped me find my purpose in life and realize it. He lifted me to a higher level and saved me from an escapee's life. A fearful and vengeful life full of hatred. He helped me become a great figure that praises were sung of. Finally, I even surpassed the limit of a survivor and stepped foot into immortality."

He was silent and then continued. "The most touching was that He treated me as equal, and kindly! Such an attitude was even more precious than all the benefits that he may have bestowed upon me. Compared to it, being promoted to God actually didn't mean much.

"Life of that caliber was simply nothing worth mentioning!"

He had hardly ever spoken so much in one go. After He finished His speech, he smiled.

"Alright, Master Ymirjar le-Peyroux, I'm done with my bullsh*t. Let us end the battle."

Then, he took one step forward with his left foot and turned aside. He held the blade vertically before his chest, pointed at Ymirjar le-Peyroux's chest.

"I will slash this with all my effort; I hope you wouldn't be hurt by this."

The God of Spellcasters kept quiet and sighed a heavy breath.

He took out a very common looking wooden staff and slowly raised it.

A golden ray suddenly concentrated on the top of the wooden staff. It then turned into a fireball and whirled.

"This is the magic that I was best at when I was making a living wandering from one place to another," he said. "People like you shouldn't die by exhaustion of divine power. Let me send you on your way with the magic I'm most proud of!"

Watching both parties going for the final round, Morani's face grew grave, and even his body and knees were slightly bent, preparing to dash forward.

"I block the magic, you rescue Him," Yorgaardman said as his right hand had a flash of light, and the axe that he normally used appeared in his hands.

But, their actions didn't go as planned.

Just as Wor was launching his last attack while Ymirjar le-Peyroux was launching the magic that he was most proud of, an angry voice, explosive like a volcano, was heard from under the ground.

"Old man! Have you ever heard?" Sui Xiong's bellow could even scare a dead person. "Don't pretend! Pretenders will be struck by lightning!"

A blast spurted from underground and appeared before the God of Spellcasters. It clashed with the colorful halo and exploded in a dazzling white light.

This lightning made almost everyone at the scene lose their eyesight temporarily. Only the God of Justice managed to withstand such strong light and maintained clear vision.

Then, before the light dispersed, everyone heard His laughter.

"Hahahaha! This is interesting! This is too interesting!"

Interesting? What so interesting?

With suspicion, everyone regained their vision and saw Wor who stood in the air looking lost but still maintained an attack posture.

Huh? Where's the God of Spellcasters, Master Ymirjar le-Peyroux? Where did He go?

He wasn't the only one that was looking around suspiciously, gazing into the distance. But they couldn't find Master Ymirjar le-Peyroux anywhere.

Morani was looking around with divine power, he searched at least within a hundred-mile radius, but he still couldn't find Master Ymirjar.

So, he looked suspiciously towards Yorgaardman next to him. He thought the God of Justice Majesty who laughed maliciously earlier knew something.

Before the God of Justice could speak, Sui Xiong's voice was heard from underground again.

His voice sounded very emotional and dissatisfied. "The hell! This old man is as hard as a turtle! I struck it with an electromagnetic wave; it only made him fly away, but didn't break through its shell!"

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Chapter 215: Chapter 85

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As to what happened inside the burst of bright light, the ones who were most clear as to what happened were the two parties involved in it. However, the only one who appeared to fully aware of everything was Sui Xiong, as the God of Spellcasters seemed to still be in a daze!

He only knew that, after he had heard the curses being uttered from underground, he was sent flying by an unimaginably violent strike, to the point that he was blasted out of the main plane, into the far reaches of the outer void. Although he had relied on the effects of the Divine Spellcasting and his shield hadn't been broken, the tremendous impact still made his head dizzy and his vision spin, sending his divine power flowing, as though it were a stream.

"How is this happening?" The rainbow lights that were covering him emerged. It was the incarnation of the Master of Mystery!

This incarnation kept itself concealed, as most mortals who saw it thought that it was just a cluster of lights. But, any god who saw it was sure to receive a huge shock, causing them to be on their guard, because this incarnation was filled to the brim with divine power. In fact, it was actually designed for use in combat!

There were many different types of incarnations that gods could have, each with different strength levels. The incarnation that Sui Xiong left on Wendy at the Tyrian magic tower had basically no combat ability. It could only be used for communication, or as coordinates for teleportation in crucial moments. As for the most impressive incarnations, such as the one that the Master of Mystery had sent, they had enormous divine power, enough to clash head on with other gods in a serious fight.

As per the rule of "Avatar inferiority," a high-grade incarnation would only be able to output the mid-grade divine power at most, and the incarnations of mid-grade gods would, at best, be able to use the divine power of the lower tier ranks, and so on. Those gods, who were at the very bottom, with extremely weak divine power, were simply unable to create avatars with the abilities to fight with other gods. They would be destroyed in less than a second.

The avatar that was sent by the Master of Mystery contained enough divine power to be ranked at the peak of the mid-rank gods. Coupled with his extensive knowledge of battles and his incredible might, he wouldn't have many problems, even if he were to go up against an incredibly strong divine power. Seeing as his avatar was already this strong, the divine might of the Master of Mystery was simply terrifying!

He had originally only intended to watch from afar, not intervening unless the God of Justice Yorgaardman took action. As per his calculations, the God of Knowledge's fighting ability was far below that of the God of Spellcasters'. Even with that weird octopus thrown in, Ymirgar le-Peyroux's could still do as he pleased. At worst, it could simply choose to attack leisurely, from a distance.

Yet, he never would have imagined that, although the God of Knowledge's strength was average, Void Mask actually had quite the keen ability! He actually sent the God of Spellcasters flying with his first attack. If he had not rushed over to help resolve the aftermath, he might even have been severely injured physically!

This was truly shocking! The divine spell shield on the God of Spellcasters was something that he had painstakingly designed. Forget about weak gods, it could hold out against the attacks of even a mid-ranked god, and for a long time!

Yet, it was beaten to the point of collapse, just from a single attack. Plus, the aftermath managed to penetrate it, causing severe injury to the God of Spellcasters, who was supposed to have been well protected.

In contrast, an attack, which flung the opponent off of the main plane, did not seem as shocking anymore…

Having received the aid of the Master of Mystery, the God of Spellcasters could have been said to have recovered. He looked left and right in somewhat of a daze. Only then did he fully regain his mental clarity, leaking out a horrified expression on his face immediately thereafter.

"How is this possible?" He exclaimed weakly. "I was actually blown off of the main plane by this attack!"

"I didn't think that jellyfish really had any abilities," the Master of Mystery calmly said. "I am curious, though, exactly what move did he use against you?"

"My brother, what exactly did you do just now?" the God of Justice asked curiously, from above the platform.

Sui Xiong laughed, but did not explain. This was not because he was trying to be mysterious on purpose, but rather because there were limits to his ability, and he was simply unable to explain clearly.

The railguns that were on the Earth that he had come from, before transmigrating, were mostly just highly sophisticated toys. Even a high school laboratory could only produce a simple toy railgun. But, to talk about principles….Well, he could only laugh awkwardly.

What he was doing now, was based of when he had made a propaganda poster for a knockoff game called "three hundred idiots." The other painter had given him a design diagram that was based off of popular science. It was a design for the construction of a railgun in one's own body.

As to the logic behind such a toy, there were four groups of students, arranged in a descending order, based off of technology and operational requirements. These included: engineering students, science students, humanities students and arts students.

This brother was coincidentally from the last group. He could talk about the development of world art, and he could also discuss the difference between classical and modern music, as well as the association between architecture and Feng Shui. Honestly, he could talk about pretty much anything that was related to the arts. So, isn't it silly that one would have him, an arts student, talk about the the scientific theory of electromagnetic railguns?!

"This is the signature move of a game character, which is known as Biribiri [1]. There are three different levels of strength: Railgun, Real railgun, and Super railgun.

Every five seconds of time that are spent charging, allows another coin to be fired, and up to a maximum of eight are allowed. Upon release, it discharges electromagnetic waves forwards, to a distance of five yards, dealing spell damage to the enemies it pierced through.

Killing heroes acquired a player eight coins. After six seconds of charging, it would then become a real railgun, with a distance range of seven yards, and have an increase in killing potential. With a further charging time of six seconds, it would become a super railgun, with a distance of nine yards, and an even further increase in killing potential…"

Something like this?

This must be a joke…

Or, perhaps he could take out that design diagram, pointing at it to introduce it to big brother. "This is the orbital formula of electromagnetic waves, and this is a electromagnetic coilgun. By the way, who is this young girl in a short skirt? That was the character concept art, which was sent to me back then…"

Wouldn't this be such a joke?!

As such, he could only smile and laugh dumbly, attempting to cover up his awkwardness. The God of Justice misunderstood the reason behind his smile, thinking that he was trying to keep it a secret, and just simply could not resist laughing.

"Right, I should not be trying to uncover your secrets." He laughed as he approached, patting Sui Xiong, who had become a giant jellyfish that was the size of a few houses!

"Everyone has their own secrets, especially regarding this move, which should be the ace up your sleeve. I was only just being curious earlier. I had no intention of making you divulge your secrets!" He stressed this point.

Sui Xiong conversely did not feel that this knockoff railgun counted as a unique skill. In fact, his true hidden move was still slowly gathering power. With the electromagnetic gun, it was just a test, to see if it could be used as a delivery method for a warhead.

He laughed, letting the matter go, then lightly asked, "What do you think we should do next?"

"What to do? Weren't you the one who said to give the Master of Mystery a fierce beating?" the God of Justice curiously asked.

Sui Xiong used a tentacle to rub his head, then said with some worry, "I'm still honing it. If that move is used again, it might start a feud…"

He originally was unable to hold back his anger. He wanted to give the Master of Mystery an unforgettable lesson, but his blasting the God of Spellcasters with the railgun earlier had caused his anger to dissipate greatly. Now, he could not help but have some hesitation.

After all, he was just a peace loving artist. These past few days had been so comfortable, so he truly did not want to take part in conflicts with others.

When he had used his special move earlier, his mind was filled with fury. Now that he had calmed down partially, he was thinking again about the possibilities of everyone sitting down for an amiable discussion, instead of having a cataclysmic fight.

"A conflict of duties, paired with a conflict of ideals… This was destined to become an irreconcilable enmity from the start." Morani heard this as she flew over. She couldn't resist laughing, as she said, "Regardless, your relations cannot possibly get any worse. So, why worry about forming grudges? There's no need to bother."

"There won't be any more grudges?" Sui Xiong asked.

"There's no possible way to have any more grudges," Morani said. "Your and Wor's magic have not been sealed yet, right? This is just his attitude."

Sui Xiong looked towards the God of Justice again.

The God of Justice chuckled and nodded. "It's definite that we have to fight anyway. So, instead of waiting to fight in the future, let's just take advantage of the current situation, fighting now and getting it over with!"

Now it was Sui Xiong's turn to laugh too. He then turned around to drill into the ground.

"I'll continue to plan some big moves. You guys go ahead and continue hosting the competition."

Yorgaardman and Morani froze in the air, staring at each other, before laughing bitterly.

The situation had already come to such a point, so why was he still thinking of having a competition?!

But, Sui Xiong had already pushed for this decision, so they had no reason to object. As such, under their management, the competition actually continued to take place.

As to those experts at the peak, watching the battle between the God of Knowledge and the God of Spellcasters had made a great impact on them. In comparison, the subsequent battles between experts that were approaching legendary status felt dull and dry. One by one, they began to leave the scene, going back to reflect on the battle that they had just witnessed, in order to extract as much experience as possible from it. After all, they were on a search for a path towards greater planes!

To the mortals in the grandstand, the battle between the two gods had no meaning. Instead, it was the battle between Lewre and Soocher that was the most spectacular to them, exciting them to the point that their blood boiled and they cheered wildly!

But Lewre and Soocher had already felt the effects of that battle earlier, and so they did not fight too vigorously. Although they still fought flashily, using countless tricks, it could still be seen that neither party had given their 100 percent effort to acquire victory, unlike they had in the previous one. Thus, this type of battle,was just a charade to fool others mainly.

Both of them fought for about an hour, before the battle ended with Lewre proving himself superior. Lewre achieved the victory by shooting deftly with the divine bow, forcing Soocher out of the arena.

Actually, Soocher could have displayed her skill of elementalization to carry on the fight, but her will to fight was low, and she was in no mood to continue fighting. So, she admitted defeat.

In the finals the following day, both Alan, who was from the winners bracket, and Lewre, who was from the losers bracket, had already adjusted their mental states, allowing them to display their abilities to the fullest. Both of these peak level experts had already used all of their abilities, and were determined to not have any regrets. Hence, they happily fought.

Thus, the final battle of the first ever martial competition convention proved worthy of its name! It was truly spectacular, an unparalleled sight to behold!

[1] This is a reference to Misaka Mikoto from the "A Certain Magical Index" and "A Certain Scientific Railgun" anime series.

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Alan. Full name Alan Apollo Kasadier, from Storm Sea.

His first name was "Alan"; "Apollo" was his nickname in his tribe; "Kasadier" was the name of the tribe he was born in.

Mm, he wasn't a human, nor an elf or Orc; he wasn't even any kind of a land creature.

More accurately, he was a giant dragon.

"Alan" in dragon language meant "strong.""Apollo" meant "mixed race.""Kasadier" was a famous sea dragon tribe.

The swordsman—who was nameless to the point that he didn't even have a nickname—was a young giant dragon from Storm Sea.

He should have been slightly younger than Snowflake; he had just become an adult a while back. As for why he took the form of a human to join the martial arts contest on land? It was of course for the cash prize!

"To earn a cash prize through martial arts contest; what is wrong with that?" When Snowflake asked him in private, he gotten such a reply. "Although I am very young and have yet to consider about getting married and starting a career, if I earn more now, I will be able to build a glamorous dragon den in the future to attract good ladies that are willing to marry me!"

Er, it wasn't exactly wrong. To a giant dragon, especially a young male dragon, the glamorous level of a dragon den, hidden with wealth and treasure, signified his capability and charm. A giant dragon that could own a golden mountain (as long as he wasn't too ugly looking like wearing a jellyfish head), was then handsome, strong and attractive. Just like on earth, if a normal looking young man drove a limited edition Rolls Royce, it would definitely add extra hundred points of charm. If he were to stay alone in a luxurious house that had a garden, swimming pool or even a stadium, with an enterprise that was the top five hundred in the country under his name, his charm bar would be full. Unless it was really a girl that was impervious to the temptation of wealth and high position, there would be hardly any girl that could resist such a man. Especially when the man was obviously looking for a good wife for marriage. It was simply irresistible.

Or, when a girl wasn't swayed by such a man, it meant that the girl already found someone she liked, or her taste was extremely bizarre and unusual.

The culture between giant dragon and human was actually not too far apart.

Alan was a kind giant dragon. He decided that he couldn't achieve wealth through robbery and cheating. He was young and his capability wasn't too strong. He wouldn't be able to earn much through taking up a hiring offer. Comparably, to come to Void Mask Theme Park and fight for the fat cash prize with all his effort seemed like a great plan!

In actual fact, there were quite a number of young dragons that participated in the very first martial arts contest. There were even senior giant dragons that had no moral integrity, which hid their strength and wanted to sneak in to get a championship. There was no age limitation when it came to chasing after wealth. There were many old seniors that were working hard to earn money even when they already had a big batch of children and grandchildren. Many old seniors that had enough wealth to build themselves a golden house, but they didn't intend to retire.

A few Gods spotted these old seniors that had no moral integrity. For that, Morani purposely went over to Dragon Cliff at Dragon Mountain to visit the great Dragon King Majesty. Dragon King knew the behavior of senior dragons and got very angry. He summoned all of them back by force. Regarding if they were summoned to be lectured or beaten up; that would be up to their family rule. Morani was not interested, and Sui Xiong couldn't be bothered either.

The competition rules for the very first martial arts contest were clear: only those who were below the level of legendary realm were qualified.

After a few rounds of battles and eliminations, the only last giant dragon that persisted was Alan, thanks to his capability.

Although his sword craft wasn't glamorous enough, he was skillful. Compared to the "reliable Nicholas," he wasn't that bad, and he had a few amazing masterstrokes. Almost every one of them could trigger strong power. He won against his enemy and achieved victory at the end.

Plus, his equipment was quite amazing. His armour was a scaly one made with precious metals, and each scale had magic instilled in it. Hence, the combination of all magic instillation formed a few magic arrays, which was the highest grade of magic-instilled armor. His sword was the famous legendary soldier "Chopper Gerald," which was known for its characteristic of chopping everything. It was already famous across the world, from back during the decline of the elves.

Also, Gerald had gotten his name from the holy sword. It was like on earth, where people would name their children "Dragon Fountain,""Tai E" (name of an ancient sword), or "Caliburn." It wasn't anything rare.

Wearing precious armor while holding a holy sword, his capability was ridiculously strong too. Alan could advance brutally in the very first martial arts contest by winning against one opponent after another, and finally entering finals as the winner in victory group. It would be right and proper.

On the other hand, although Lewre was defeated once but not by him, he wasn't stressed facing him at that moment.

Holy arrow against the holy sword; archer against swordsman; the match was extremely interesting.

Fighting against holy sword Gerald that chopped everything, Lewre took off his armor that wouldn't help much. He was left with a common cotton outfit and a few pieces of equipment that could enhance his speed in order to put his advantage of quick response into full play. His shadow was simply like the wind, blowing lighting in the battle ring. However, every sharp arrow that was shot out in the light breeze was like lightning, unable to withstand.

Alan was wearing heavy armor. Even though he had the godly power of a giant dragon, he wouldn't be able to catch up with Lewre's speed under such circumstances. Hence, he could only stand still and block Lewre's arrows with his exquisite sword's craft. He also occasionally attacked with his sword's aura to faintly check with the enemy force, so that Lewre couldn't fully unleash his advantage smoothly.

It was clear that if they wanted to fight against each other in speed, unless he revealed his original form, he wouldn't be able to win. However, regardless of attack, defense, or stamina, he was much stronger compared to his opponent. As long as he didn't make any mistakes, no matter how long the battle would go on, the final winner would be him!

Plus, the terrifying speed that his opponent was showing would definitely cost him a terrifying amount of strength. Comparably, his strength expense was much longer, so he should have been the one at advantage.

So, he wasn't in a hurry.

But, Lewre wasn't in a hurry either. He knew that his battle method would expend large amount of his strength and he wouldn't be able to sustain it for long. But, the way Alan was fighting, although it wouldn't expend much stamina, the mental power spent was far more than his. To block off arrows with sword required an unusual amount of attention and quick response in order to concentrate in such a terrifying stage. He didn't believe that his opponent would be able to persist long under such circumstances.

Both parties were confident in themselves. The battle gradually turned into an endurance battle.

Unexpectedly, Lewre's stamina was ridiculously strong. On the other hand Alan's mind power was also tough. Even Snowflake who was also from the dragon tribe was extremely amazed. The daytime battle continued through the night under the magic lights. Until the next morning, the battle was still going on. Only at sunset did the match end.

Lewre's stamina finally got to its limit first.

When Alan finally found an opportunity, he immediately mounted a charge in full speed which had not happened for the past two days. He stabbed through Lewre's chest, and the very first martial arts contest had finally completed all the matches.

But, it didn't just end there.

Lewre who was severely injured received immediate treatment. With Morani's treatment, he recovered very soon.

Looking at Alan who was laughing happily but looked exhausted on the battle ring, Lewre was quiet for a while before he laughed too.

"It was a good match!" he said.

"Yeah, all of you fought well!" Morani nodded as He complimented.

Lewre let out a breath and a heavy sigh, but his eyes grew brighter.

A mysterious aura gathered around his body. Although he was already so exhausted that he couldn't even stand still, that very moment, he felt stronger than when he was giving his all during the fight earlier.

Alan who was laughing on the stage saw the scene and was suddenly stunned.

He could of course tell what was going on. The human archer that he just defeated finally broke through the limit of a commoner, and stepped foot onto the pathway of immortality!

From that moment onwards, Lewre was a legendary expert as he walked before him.

The bard, Shoggard, who was in charge of recording the competition situation, noticed the dramatic scene. Not long after, he even put together an opera and used it as an important scene in the opera, "Gathering of Experts."

Of course, to the descendants, the most important thing that happened that day was definitely not "the champion of the very first martial arts contest," nor that "Archer of Fresh Spring, Lewre Spoolin, stepped foot into legendary realm."

The most important incident that happened that day happened during the award ceremony.

Four Gods were gathered there and were prepared to give out prizes to Alan, Lewre and Soocher. But They were waiting for the last person, the organizer of the martial arts contest.

However, they waited for quite a while, and Sui Xiong had yet to come out from underground.

"What is it?" the God of Justice, who was impatient, shouted at the ground. "Bro! Hurry up! It's time to give out prizes!"

Sui Xiong's voice was heard from underground. As they were separated by soil, there was a slight echo.

"Hold on, let me shoot this first!"

His voice was full of exhaustion, but there was an excitement that couldn't be explained.

"Huh?" Yorgaardman, Moroni, Lewre and Wor exchanged glances, not knowing what he was planning to do.

Then, the earth shook and gradually cracked. A huge pipe that looked like flesh and blood but gave out a metallic shine extended out from underground. It was like a mountain that was standing tall and erect, pointing at the sky.

Accurately, he meant it towards the direction of "Rainbow Fountain," the holy kingdom of the Master of Mystery.

In the next instance, along with Sui Xiong's laughter, the earth shook.

A white light shot out from the pipe and headed directly at the Rainbow Fountain!

Bro Xiong had always kept up his promises. If he said he was going to beat Him up, he was going to beat Him up!

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Chapter 217: Chapter 87

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If someone were to drill into that huge tube, one would see the inner walls densely wound with metal coils. There was not a single gap. Close to the top of the tube, there was even a metal coil that had already been burnt up, slowly falling.

Of course, there were many more structures, complicated beyond the realm of human understanding, which was another matter.

According to the artist friend (who was artistically talented but lived a little poorly due to his enthusiasm for DIY projects), this was called a coil-type electromagnetic gun. The initial speed of the projectile was slow. It relied on a long barrel to provide acceleration. But if the barrel was long enough, the power supply sufficient, and the design perfect, it could launch extremely heavy things at frighteningly high speeds.

It would be theoretically possible to shoot a one-ton mass of iron at the speed of the Third Cosmic Velocity without difficulty.

Sui Xiong did not quite understand the standards they referred to. Although he was provided with formulas, he could not even bear to look at calculus, let alone attempt to calculate it. He could only exhaust his ability and do his utmost best.

Because his ability to cast spells was sealed off, he had to turn his own body into the gun barrel. He conducted several small tests underground, more or less estimating the limits of his transformation, on the basis that it remained "controllable."

The final product was this outrageously huge super electromagnetic gun.

Its height had not been measured. The part sticking above ground was as large as Mount Everest, if a conservative estimate were to be used. The underground portions were three times larger than that.

Its power supply could not be measured. Sui Xiong's one attack used up 70 or 80 percent of his energy reserves.

As for the power of the gun? The bullet already exceeded the speed of sound when exiting the barrel. If Sui Xiong didn't place a small avatar on the shell, using his divine power to maintain a vacuum around it, its lead exterior would turn into molten metal.

Once the avatar was gone, the coil responsible for the acceleration of the shell burnt out almost instantaneously.

As the shell flew out, divine power continued to stir with the surrounding air, making a trail of dazzling white light. Even if it flew far away, the white trail remained undispersed for a long time.

"The temperature is really high!" The God of Justice exclaimed. He examined it curiously before looking at the direction the shell flew.

It flew so fast he could not even see it with his divine ability. He could only dispatch an avatar and hurry towards the direction of the Rainbow Spring to see what would happen.

These past few days, Sui Xiong had been quietly preparing underground. So exactly what move had he come up with this time?

After having his spellcasting abilities sealed by the Master of Mystery, he was still able to use divine power. But compared to the already long-matured system of magic, it was very inconvenient to do so. Under such circumstances, if he made this move, exactly what kind of power would it have?

"This cannon shell is fast enough," Morani sighed. "How fast is it exactly?"

No one knew, not even Sui Xiong himself.

He only knew that the sight his doppelganger saw was mysterious. Everything behind him turned dark red, while everything in front turned bluish-violet.

Intriguing… ah, intriguing…

Sui Xiong had studied physics in high school, but high school physics could not touch this. He didn't remember learning it anyway. Once he was in college, all his efforts were used in learning to paint. Anything physics-related relied on the mercy of his teachers in order to pass.

So, although trans-migrators with a greater understanding of physics would be shocked speechless upon seeing such a scene, Sui Xiong only felt that it was intriguing and nice to look at.

Fortunately, there was no one in this world that would jump out and sarcastically say "Uncultured, how terrifying!" so he had no need to worry.

The shell was so fast it pierced the sky in an instant, flying out of the main plane. It then went rampaging through the void, penetrating countless worlds both big and small without losing speed. It steadfastly moved towards the front of the Ring of the World.

"What is that?" In the Rainbow Spring, the Master of Mystery felt some uncertainty as he observed the blazing white train rushing towards them. He wondered, "What does this jellyfish want to do? Is he trying to attack me?"

He was really puzzled. This thing was truly fast. But even if it was as fast as lightning and quick as a meteor, could it actually penetrate the divine barriers around the Rainbow Spring?

No; how could that be possible?

He thought about it over and over again, and could not resist laughing.

"This guy is still too young after all, ah!" He smiled and said to some of his subordinate Gods beside him. "It's just a scorching hot energy beam strengthened by divine power. Perhaps only young people would find such a thing powerful."

"Disperse; it's simply a mess!"

The God of Art and Culture, the God of Classics, and the others all left. But the God of Spellcasters stayed behind. He asked with some worry, "Your Majesty, regarding the issue of the God of Knowledge…"

"There's nothing to worry about," the Master of Mystery smiled as he said. "You made an appearance and fought with the God of Knowledge. We'll take it, as we've made do with the situation."

The God of Spellcasters felt puzzled. He had some doubts that were not answered.

"We are not the only ones who want to find trouble with them." The body of the Master of Mystery in the Holy Kingdom was that of a tall elemental creature. Its body was made of flowing rainbow lights. There was a cunning expression in its six eyes.

"Someone wants us to fight in the vanguard while they hide behind us to pick up the loot. How can there be such a thing!" He sneered. "All in all, we have already made our move. We have gone from front stage to backstage. We just need to observe quietly and wait for both parties to fight until they're exhausted. Then we can come out and clean up the mess."

The God of Spellcasters nodded his head as though he had some insight, although he did not know what His Majesty knew or what he had planned. But he believed everything had long been within his calculations.

After all, he was a great God with the duty of Wisdom!

Compared to wisdom, the duties of plotting and strategy were both too one-sided and weak to even be mentioned!

"Your Majesty, are we going to keep interfering with the spell-casting abilities of Void Mask and the God of Knowledge?" He suddenly asked. "Now that I am beginning to feel the pressure from the world continuing to increase… If this goes on, will there be any problems?"

"Of course it won't always be sealed," the Master of Mystery coolly said. "When this battle is over we will release the seal. If they have not fallen by then."

The God of Spellcasting nodded his head, no longer speaking but quietly standing beside the Master of Mystery. He accompanied him to observe that scorching hot energy beam strengthened by divine power, which was rushing towards the Rainbow Spring.

But for some reason, he felt a sense of unease.

After a while, he could not resist turning to look at his king. He only saw the rainbow lights moving calmly on his face, as though there were nothing of importance that could cause this great God to move.

He was a little relieved but still had some uneasiness.

If His Majesty had so much faith, why would he remain there, observing that beam of energy?

He was not willing to ask. He erased the thought immediately.

This was too disrespectful!

In front of the Pantheon temple, the incarnation of the God of Justice gathered near the King of Order and asked something in a low voice that only they could hear. "Hey, old man, what exactly is that?"

The King of Order turned to look at him, his silver face calm as usual.

Then he turned back without answering the question.

The God of Justice ignored the cold shoulder treatment he received, thickened his skin, and continued asking. He was really curious.

Void Mask used all his power to prepare over such a long period of time, turning himself into some weird cannon as a move? Exactly what was going on!?

He kept pestering the King of Order. Eventually, the King couldn't take it anymore and replied, "Just wait and see for yourself."

"Hey! Old fogey! This answer is the same as not answering! You're a God, a great and supreme existence, and you don't even know what this is!"

The King of Order replied taciturnly. "I know what it is, but I also don't know what it is."

"Huh?!" The God of Justice was stunned. He didn't understand what this sentence meant.

"I know its appearance, but I do not understand the principle it is based on."

"There is a principle in this world that you do not understand?" the God of Justice asked in disbelief.

"Order, chaos, goodness, evil… I am only one of four Master Gods. Why do you think I know everything?" the King of Order sighed softly. "Yorgaardman, if you're really so bored, why not research how to break through the limits of great divine power? When you reach my position, there will be many questions answered."

The God of Justice pouted, sitting back down discontentedly.

Telling me such things every time something big happens; this d*mned old fogey!

At this point, many Gods in the Pantheon temple were whispering amongst themselves, discussing that blazing white beam of light shooting from the main plane to the Rainbow Spring.

Everyone was wondering the purpose behind such a move. The King of Fire, who wielded the power of flame, became a favorite. At least six or seven Gods asked him if he knew anything about it.

However, the King of Fire knew nothing about that blazing white trail.

This news surprised the Gods and made them even more curious. Theoretically, the King of Fire was able to understand and control all flames in the world, and magical flames were no exception. The scorching beams of energy, even if they were strengthened by divine power, still belonged to the category of "flame."

But he could not explain or control that blazing white light. This news contained a very large amount of information.

As per everyone's anticipation, that blazing white trail of light finally completed its long journey, arriving at its destination. It hit the Rainbow Spring.

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Chapter 218: Chapter 88

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When that white light struck "Rainbow Fountain," or when Sui Xiong bombed the outer wall of the holy kingdom, there wasn't much noise at the very beginning.

But the wall that was surrounded with holy power of Rainbow Fountain was broken through layer-by-layer, just like butter against a hot metal drill. There didn't seem to be any withstanding power.

"How… How is this possible?!" The God of Spellcasters who saw that scene was suddenly stunned. His mind almost stopped working.

Oh; His mind stopped because the white light that was almost blue broke through the wall of the holy kingdom and hit Him.

The God's strong body was shot through like a piece of tofu. Even though He could resurrect within the holy kingdom itself, the God of Spellcasters was actually in a state of stagnation.

When His thoughts resumed, the entire Rainbow Fountain had changed.

A huge opening had broken through the entire outer wall that was protecting the holy kingdom, and even almost penetrated the opposite side of the holy kingdom's wall. There were thousands of layers of defense magic destroyed by it along the way. Besides that, maybe due to its decrease in speed, its penetration power dropped, but the spreading of power was constantly increasing.

The diameter of the pathway that went through the entire holy kingdom was constantly expanding.

When it first got in contact with the Holy Kingdom, it was almost the width of a mountain; then it slowly increased until it went through the holy kingdom. It had already become a huge pond, the kind that was big enough for giant dragons to rest and propagate.

If it were to go through the entire holy kingdom, maybe the damage would stop there. Although everything along the way was destroyed, although a legendary amount of believers and oracles died, although the entire holy kingdom was damaged quite seriously… All in all, it was still acceptable.

However, just as it almost went through the entire holy kingdom, it suddenly exploded without warning.

The explosion contained a terrifying power. It first released strong light and heat and melted everything that couldn't endure. Then, it was followed by a strong shockwave. It almost ravaged half of the holy kingdom, and the shockwave dispersed to the upper and surrounding directions. It carried countless broken and melted pieces, soared up and knocked onto the outer wall of holy kingdom. Then, it started to disperse again.

The power of the explosion, along with the heat and shockwave, made all living things feel in danger.

The power was shapeless and massless but contained extremely strong power. Even various Gods were stepping back unconsciously and tried to stay away. Gods, such as the God of Arts and Culture who was originally timid even ran from the holy kingdom, at least two to three small worlds' distance at a time.

No doubt, He was the wisest. Because a few moments after, many oracles were swept off by the shapeless power. They were then shivering and giving out terrifying bellows as their bodies changed.

The changes were irregular. Some sped up in aging, some enlarged quickly, some had countless ugly fibroids that grew on them, some were ulcerated all over and full of pus.

They screamed and tried to heal themselves using magic. Much powerful healing magic was cast, mainly by those legendary or semi-God experts. Every one of them contained enormous vigor that could recover hundreds or thousands of people. However, it didn't help with their situation, but on the contrary, increased the speed of their mutation.

Under such circumstances, the Master of Mysteries finally took action.

He reallocated holy power and transformed it into rain, showering the entire holy kingdom.

The holy power wasn't the power of life but an extremely strong power of order.

With a glance, it could be said that the rain was large-scale magic, a "curse removal." But its scale was to an extent that it was so terrifyingly powerful, it could simply be called "The Rain of Order."

With such powerful magic, only the great Master of Mysteries Himself could resolve such scary mutations, right?

Almost everyone guessed so.

But they were disappointed.

Under the shower of the rain of order, the mutations that happened on the body of many believers and oracles were suppressed, but it didn't seem to make them better.

The Master of Mysteries took action and that was the only effect He achieved. That made everyone worried. In that instance, the entire holy kingdom was engulfed in the dark clouds of uneasiness. The God of Arts and Culture that originally ran out couldn't help but run even further.

What kind of power was this?!

If it was damage, supplementing the power of life should have been able to heal it.

If it was a curse, the power of order should have been able to wash it off.

The God of Spellcasters extended His hands and seized hold of a human form that had turned into a lump of fibroids. He grabbed the oracle before him and looked at it carefully.

After a while, He shook His head in regret. He said, "It looked like a curse, but it is vastly different."

"Their body structures have been changed," the God of Order said. "The treatment was useless because the 'change' was not a kind of damage. Curse removal could help those who were further, with only part of their body mutated, to stop reacting. But it wouldn't make the changes disappear. It wasn't any negative power as there weren't any wicked factors; it wasn't even completely chaotic, there was a certain kind of order within…"

"Your Majesty, what should we do?" the God of Spellcasters asked. "Do we counterattack?"

The Master of Mysteries remained silent for a while and shook His head.

"Another attack like the previous one; would you be able to withstand it?"

The God of Spellcasters shook his head.

The holy power-instilled wall surrounding the Rainbow Fountain almost covered all kinds of protection measure He knew about; its toughness was beyond his reach. Even the holy power-instilled wall made by Master of Mysteries couldn't be effective; even the defense system within the holy kingdom couldn't succeed in protection. He really didn't know what other methods could resist such a hit.

Maybe… The God of Order, who was above all Gods, would have a way, right?

Or maybe…. even the God of Order had no way…

The Master of Mysteries said, "I have no way to resist either. So, until I figure out a way to resist it, until I can eliminate the effect of the weird power, I will not launch an attack again."

On its colorful face, it showed a hint of exhaustion.

"This time, my holy kingdom has received an enormous damage. To mend the damage, it will require a lot of my time and effort. Before completion of the project, no one launch attacks."

He turned around and looked far away, looked through a vast distance, at the main dimension.

"Maybe… We should consider changing our trail of thought…"

The Rainbow Fountain was attacked, and the holy kingdom was severely damaged. Many believers and oracles were mutated… such news travelled and spread very quickly among the Gods.

Many Gods were shocked yet curious. They wondered what measure Void Mask had taken but they failed to figure out in the end.

It was uncertain which God it was, but He was strong enough to obtain the scene where the Rainbow Fountain was attacked. That scene was quickly spread among Gods. Simultaneously, there were more than a hundred Gods that activated their minds in order to retrieve any possible information in the deepest part of their memories. They tried to correspond the information with that scene to discover the mystery behind the earth-shattering hit by Void Mask.

If they were to master such a powerful skill, they would immediately possess the qualification to be on an equal footing as any other powerful God.

Meanwhile, Sui Xiong heard the news from the Steel Lion Morani.

"Such terrifying power!" Morani complemented, looking at the scene where the sky changed magically.

Although He was a kind God, He was also a warrior. Witnessing such powerful strength, He naturally let out an admiration.

"That's scary!" Lewre pouted and asked anxiously, "This causes a huge burden to you too, right?"

Sui Xiong fixed his gaze upon the unclear image and replayed it again and again. In the end, he laughed and shook his head.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong?" Wor asked.

"I don't see any mushroom cloud; it seemed a little incomplete," Sui Xiong said.

"Mushroom cloud? What is that?" Morani asked curiously.

"Nothing, I thought I would be able to plant a big mushroom this time…" Sui Xiong laughed and purposely pretended to be calm. But watching the way he raised his eyebrows and the excitement that he was showing while clapping his tentacles together, one could tell that he was very excited at the moment. He was simply carried away by his success.

"Actually, I didn't pull this off properly." After he wa smug with success, he started to self-criticize. "The control of timing to eliminate the outer layer wasn't done well. Otherwise, the explosion would have happened right in the middle of Rainbow Fountain. That's weird! I calculated a suitable time according to the speed, why would it be wrong? It was slightly late… Could it be I got basic division wrong?"

He shook his head in distress. He pondered and still couldn't figure out what happened exactly.

"If I were to say the time was insufficient, it was actually quite sufficient. When breaking through the holy power-instilled wall and calculating of the size of Rainbow Fountain and core position, I used very little time. Then, I set for the attack to slow down some time after it eliminated the outer layer and before it got to the core location. So that the explosion would have happened right in the middle of the holy kingdom… I remember I kept enough lead!

"But… Why would it only explode when it almost dashed out the holy kingdom?

"Was it like Bro Sha said, that my math teacher died too early?

"That's not right!"

Actually, it wasn't about math. It was a simple speed calculation; of course, Sui Xiong wouldn't be wrong.

But… his physics were quite bad. He ignored very common knowledge that was used even in science fiction novels…

Regrettably, there wasn't any physician in this world that could reveal such magical sight. His suspicion had to sustain for a very long time.

A few days later, the award ceremony that had been delayed was carried out before everyone's eyes again.

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Chapter 219: Chapter 89

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The five colored lights formed a rainbow, which hung in the sky. Countless spots of light fell from the sky as though they were rain, yet disappeared without a trace upon hitting the ground. Only those who had been stained by it could feel youthfulness and vitality gushing out from the bottom of their hearts, as though they had become younger by quite a few years.

Deep singing echoed between heaven and earth. It sounded like praising, yet at the same time chanting. If one were to listen out for it especially, they would be unable to hear anything but the wind. Those who heard the song would feel warm all over, as though they had taken a hot bath in the middle of winter. There was a certain kind of warmth which penetrated their bones.

The gentle breeze blew slowly, yet had an unimaginable penetrating power. It blew through clothes, through skin and flesh, even through the body, through the soul. It let people feel like their entire being had been cleansed, whether it was from physical injury or spiritual defilement. All had been purified as though they had returned to the innocence of childhood: physically healthy, spiritually pure and carefree.

Experienced magic casters all clicked their tongues in amazement. These were commonly seen as divine favors. But spreading so many different types of them, while keeping their potency so high? Exactly how much divine energy would that have used?

The most famous Divine Ritual was the yearly Sun Fiesta held in the Kingdom of Holy Angels. On the noon of the summer solstice, high-ranking members of the Church of the God of Light would initiate grand prayers nationwide, and the great Sun God would rain down his divine favor, bestowing blessings upon the believers. In the central square of the capital city of the Kingdom of Holy Angels, the City of Light, the divine favor was so thick that it was seen in the naked eye as a golden drizzle. It was so misty it appeared to block out the sky.

Many people in the audience participated in the Sun Fiesta, personally having experienced the golden rain-like divine favor. They thought that the divine grace in the world had already hit its limit, but did not expect that in the award presentation ceremony of this Peerless Martial Meet, they would actually experience an even more intense blessing.

"How wonderful…" A white-haired old man closed his eyes and felt the blessing permeate his body, murmuring to himself, "I feel like I'm ten again…"

This old man was seated at the VIP table. He was actually an esteemed guest invited by the church of Void Mask. Indeed, all who knew him were extremely respectful, as he was the previous king of the Kingdom of Holy Angels. His Majesty Nilo Sang had only recently abdicated his position.

His Majesty Nilo was already 67 years old that year. He had experienced many Sun Fiestas and received countless divine blessings. However, even he had never felt such a wonderful blessing.

Of the blessings that the God of Light had bestowed, there were many that had been stronger. But their effects were mostly singular, and not as abundant and comprehensive as this.

For this old man, who already had one foot in the grave, it was a truly worthwhile trip to return to his childhood and experience his youth once more, even if it was only for a while!

"Our Majesty is a very kind God. These blessings were actually spread by a few Gods together." Light surged around his body, transforming into the image of the God of Knowledge, Wor. Curiously, the guards by his side remained unaware of what was happening.

Nilo turned his head, looking at the man who was the most wanted in the Holy Kingdom of Angels ever since he had been a child, and could not resist laughing.

"Disseminator of knowledge, I am very glad to see you in such a situation," he said neither humbly nor haughtily. "For you to be calm enough to talk to me, it is both my honor as well as the joy of the entire country."

Wor also smiled. Ever since he lost his Godhood, he had let go of any grudge he had with the Kingdom of Holy Angels. The only thing he could not let go of was the chance to take revenge on the sun God.

It was just revenge; he had no intention of killing the sun God. He finally realized those he needed to hate, those who were his true enemies, had already died under his blade long ago or perished over the course of time.

To him, "revenge" was just a human remnant. He would not immediately quell such an idea, but he also would not be heavily influenced by such a small thought.

For example, Nilo Sang was the nephew of the then Duke of Holy Fire, so strictly speaking he was Wor's enemy. However, back when Wor cleaved the Duke of Holy Fire and smashed his way out of the capital, Nilo was still only a young child.

"Time flies." He looked at the old king before his eyes that had gradually succumbed to old age and sighed. "Even you have become old."

"Yes. For the great immortal, us mortals are akin to the dead leaves on treetops. Even if we appear to be an eyesore, after taking a nap or having a meal, we have already fallen from the tree, having been crushed into the soil," Nilo Sang sighed. "Disseminator of Knowledge, if you have an interest in returning to your hometown, the descendants of the sun would gladly give you a grand welcome."

Wor's eyes flashed for a moment, remembering the hometown buried deep in his memories, remembering his childhood and adolescence.

"Perhaps…" He did not give a direct answer, but just lightly sighed.

Maybe once the last grudge was resolved, he really would go back to his hometown to have a look around, to see how many traces of the scenery in his memory still remained.

Just when this man and God were talking, upon the huge platform, the prize presentation ceremony had officially begun.

The man in charge of the award was a lionman in armor. His head of golden blonde hair was as bright as the sun, and his heroic face did not show a hint of ferocity, but rather a majesty that one could not help but admire. It was as though he was a born king, destined to live above everyone else.

On the other hand, the director of the awards ceremony was a handsome young man in a loose robe and long black hair so soft that women envied him beyond belief. He did not carry any weapons or armor, and only had a flute made of bamboo on his waist. Although it was plain and unorthodox, there was a natural sense of dignity, which prevented him from looking as though he was poorly dressed.

The prizes that had not yet been awarded were all placed upon a suspended turquoise platform, which was round and had many thin silk ribbons hanging off it: a rather strange appearance. Yet everyone who looked at it did not find it queer but instead felt it affable and warm.

"Are you not going on stage?" Nilo Sang watched the few who were on stage, unable to hold in his laughter.

"It's fine. As long as Your Majesty is happy, I will not be joining in the fun." Wor smiled as he shook his head. "I'll be content just watching from below the stage."

There were others who were satisfied with not going up on stage. One of them was a tall and bulky man dressed like a beggar, who was made to wear a presentable gown by a bearman reeking of alcohol dressed in neat robes. He muttered, "You're so old already and yet still so formal with me. I won't bother about this with you." Beside them were two guys, one bald man who was tall and skinny yet somehow had short arms and legs, the other a fat man with a big grin and a long, drooping mustache. Both of them were guffawing dumbly, the cause of what was making them laugh unknown.

Farther away, there were several figures observing everything that was happening.

"Do you feel it? The movement of the origin force…"

"I felt it. The position for a God of "Martial Competition" is about to be formed!"

"Are you sure you still want to make a move? That huge jellyfish has some formidable strength!"

"There are some matters which absolutely have to be fought for!"

In the more distant gloom, a figure wrapped in black robes was whispering to a group of fellows of strange shapes and sizes. Their language was strange and gave off a sense of unease. A mortal would be poisoned to death upon hearing just one or two words. Even a powerful angel would be polluted and tainted, falling to become an evil and twisted monster upon hearing just a few sentences.

They were quietly, patiently waiting for the scheduled opportunity.

The first prize to be given out was to the third runner-up, and Soocher Magnus stepped on to the stage following the cues of the emcee. With a wave of his hand, the emcee broadcasted highlights of her fight to the entire audience before introducing to everyone this female knight who hailed from the country of Thunder and Lightning, praising her integrity and valor.

Amidst the applause of the audience, Soocher received her award from the hands of the Lion man.

A golden card with a number on it: this was a special exchange card for Void Mask's amusement park. It could be exchanged for the corresponding amount of money. There was a pendant so exquisite the magical light twinkling off it was almost blinding, and a bronze medal shining with the same magical light.

There was not much to be said about the money, but the medal was magically reinforced. It had the property of never wearing out and even had the ability to heal medium injuries once a day. It was said to be a very practical magical item.

Of the prizes, the most valuable was still the pendant. It not only had the ability to increase the wearer's constitution but kept the wearer's power calm. Still, it would not remove the hot-bloodedness necessary for heroic feats. For Soocher who was always troubled by her power surges and sometimes unable to suppress the elemental explosions that occurred as a result, it was the treasure she had been bitterly searching for.

As the three items were imbued with magic that explained how to use them. Soocher was overjoyed to fully understand their uses the moment she received them. She hurriedly put on the pendant and felt that the spiritual energy that was always suppressed by her armor had calmed down for the first time. She was almost sobbing with joy.

After putting on the pendant, she eagerly took off her helmet, revealing her clear face, which had always been hidden, to the public.

Due to the lack of sunlight, she looked a little pale, but the excited smile on her face added a lot of beauty to her otherwise normal looks.

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Chapter 220: Chapter 90

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The prize for first runner-up was also three items: a converter card with more cash, a silver medal, and a long black arrows.

"You gave us a difficult question!" the human-lion laughed at Lewre Spoolin who had entered the legendary realm. "You just broke through like that, in the order. The prize that we prepared earlier was not suitable, so we could only make a new one last minute."

He chuckled and said, "Luckily, it was delayed for a few days. Otherwise, we wouldn't have had enough time to make it!"

Lewre smiled and bowed deeply.

At such a close distance, he could clearly feel that the few "staff" on the stage possessed great power, and naturally guessed their identities. To him, a few Gods worked through the night to make him a treasure. The sincerity itself was the best gift, even more precious compared to the holy arrows that had effects of tracing and long distance, and were able to break through magic fields.

When he took the prizes, he waved to the audience and walked to the side of the stage. It was finally time for the champion.

"The very first martial arts contest champion is-" Lewre, the boy of celebration that transformed into emcee paused and glanced through the entire stadium, at every audience and staff member. He finally fell to the one who was waiting with his chin up and chest out and had "I am in a hurry" written in his face: Alan.

"From Storm Sea, Alan Apollo Kasadier!"

Alan laughed hysterically and ran onto the stage. He looked vastly different from the two award winners earlier that were steady.

His age was ridiculously old to a commoner, but to a giant dragon, he was only a young lad. It was perfectly normal for him to be a little unstable.

Luckily, at least when he was in battle, he was quite steady.

He first looked carefully at the young emcee and his eyes widened; then, he looked carefully at the one who was giving him the award and his eyes widened again. Finally, he laid his eyes on the "platter" that was floating next to him. His eyes were as big as duck eggs.

"This… This is…"

"Shh…" the emcee smiled and winked at him.

Alan immediately understood and stood straight. His body was even a little stiff.

"No need to be so tense; relax, just relax." Sui Xiong, who was pretending to be a platter, laughed. "You are the spotlight today. Show some spotlight spirit! Unless you plan to tell this story to your children after few hundred or a thousand years like 'back then, me, your dad, came across a few Gods and I was scared stiff.' I think it's better to boast, 'all of you are too young, so inexperienced. Back then, I used to talk and laugh cheerfully with Gods!' Ain't it better…"

Alan couldn't help but laugh. His original tension had eased.

His prize was a three-item set too. A cash converter card that contained an amount that shocked him so much he smiled to himself; a gold medal that would never wear and tear but could be used for casting spells daily; and a soft black innerwear.

The black inner wear had two functions. The first was that it changed its form freely. Even if he turned into a giant dragon, it would become a cloud of black gas that lined his body, so definitely no concern about tearing. The second was to nullify any magic or ceremony that could "slaughter a dragon," including those famous "dragon slaughtering swords,""dragon slaughtering guns," and that sort.

To a giant dragon, there was nothing better than this defense equipment!

Alan carried his prizes and couldn't stop laughing. If he didn't remember that it was a solemn holy ceremony, he would've taken off his clothes to put on the innerwear, and never ever take it off in his life!

After the award ceremony ended, the blonde human-lion wanted to give a few words, but he suddenly stopped and looked at the sky.

In the sky, there was a magical light that was slowly condensing and turning into a colorful crystal.

At the same time, the root of the world was surging. Every God that possessed battle-like league felt the magical change.

"This is…"

"A new clergy! There is a new clergy in the battle league!"

"The battle clergy was dissected?"

"Not really… but quite a big piece broke off!"

"What clergy?"

"Martial arts… It's the martial arts contest!"

In that instance, many Gods directed their gaze at the crystal that was slowly descending.

In a flash of light, thick furry arms extended from the sky and tried to grab the crystal.

It was the God that was in charge of war in the Orc God system, the creator and guardian of bearmen, the violence of an Orc and the God of war, "Violent War Bear" Faber.

As a god with weak power, He desired to receive more clergy and more power, so that He could fight for the level of intermediate godly power. The moment when He saw a new clergy, although He knew rationally that it wouldn't work, His violent and brutal character couldn't suppress his greed and excitement. He couldn't help but come forward to grab it.

However, the thick bear claw scratched at the location of crystal a couple of times, but couldn't get anything.

Clergy was a form of display where a power source surged; it itself wasn't any solid substance. So, how could He reach for it?

Faber roared and urged his godly power to lock that space up forcibly. He felt that maybe He would be able to hold the newborn clergy of "martial arts contest" captive and take it away.

It was uncertain if whatever he was doing would work, but He already triggered Morani.

Morani had been waiting for the clergy to form. Once He obtained the clergy, He would quickly break through the weak godly power level and level up to intermediate power. The entire God system could be strengthened much more, and the most crucial part was that it could then possess a complete system and not a small, poorly-equipped group anymore.

The minimum requirement to construct a God system was to have intermediate godly power.

All the while, instead of saying it was a system, it should have been called an association where weak Gods stuck together to warm each other. They didn't even realize the supply of godly power coming from each other.

If it wasn't so, why would "rich and fertile roamer" and "swamp roamer" still remain at the doorstep of entering God realm? Even if Morani helped to support them financially with his own pocket, He would've dragged the two old friends along!

Once He had gotten the martial arts contest clergy, once He leveled up into intermediate godly power, He would not be made fun as a "Pretend God." He would be able to truly carry the name of God!

Not to mention He could use the martial arts contest clergy as His core clergy, and make some minor adjustments with his clergy and league in order to enhance His strength, to provide space for development so that his future was vaster!

So, He was determined to win it!

Watching Faber trying to lock up the space, Morani couldn't hold back anymore. He bellowed, and the warriors that had been waiting nearby stood up and leapt. They became shadows, like mountains that soared up the sky and grabbed Faber's shoulders.

"Old bear! Do you really want to fight with me?" He roared in anger.

Faber hesitated. As a member of the Orc God system, He and Morani were considered on friendly terms, so he knew how patient the "Steel Lion" was.

Even though the two of them were of weak godly power, if they really started a fight—and even if His two close weak godly power friends were to join forces and fight against Morani—they might not win against Him.

He hesitated. Fear of Morani suppressed His greed and He finally let out a heavy sigh.

"Steel Lion, you owe me drinks!" The thick bear claw was retrieved and he left.

Morani smiled and nodded, "Good ones, as many as you want!"

In the Thousands Temple, "Steel Lion" who hardly spoke stood up. He looked around and said loudly, "Everyone! The 'martial arts contest' clergy is bestowed upon me by the world. Whoever wants to fight for it, can also organize a martial arts contest! Whoever wants to grab for it now is trying to go against me!"

He said so, but his attention fell upon few seats.

The God of War, the God of Battle, the God of Conspiracy, and every God that was in charge of war in every God system.

Clergy was not something that could be taken randomly; only when one's ideal and capability was compatible with it would He be able to receive it. Although there were many Gods in the Thousands Temple, there were only a few that could possibly fight for this clergy with Him.

Among them, the ones that He worried about the most were the God of Battle and the God of War.

The former was the direct victim of the formation of the "martial arts contest" clergy, the power and function of the clergy derived from "battle." In other words, it was forcibly taking part of the clergy away from the God of Battle. With such a daring action, it would be impossible not to trigger anyone.

The latter was the main God of War God system. Theoretically, He could seize control of all action for war and battle, but He didn't possess any reliable excuse to interfere. However, His strong godly power caused Morani to be worried too.

The more troublesome part was that He was the main God of the God of Battle.

Dealing with Morani's declaration, the temple fell instantly silent. But after a while, the God of Battle stood up.

"You wanted to take someone's thing; have you asked the owner?" He asked coldly.

"You and I serve the world. I did well and I received a grant from the world. That's it," Morani creased His eyebrows and said.

The God of Battle didn't say anything else but smiled coldly.

Outside of the main dimension, a place near the Barbarous God system's holy kingdom, a cloud of murky aura dispersed as it advanced. There was a huge dragon-headed warship that was floating along.

On the top of the battle whip, there was someone in full armor holding onto a long spear. It was the God of War.

He waved the long spear and pointed at the holy kingdom of Barbarous God system. He quietly gave out the order to launch an attack.

A huge battleship, that was much bigger compared to a huge mountain in the main dimension, immediately started advancing. The giant at the bow was hitting the war drum and dashing towards the holy kingdom of the Barbarous God system in full speed.

The God of Battle disliked verbal arguments; He only knew how to speak with weapons!

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Chapter 221: Chapter 91

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The giant dragon warship looked like the signature of the Viking pirates on earth. It had a raised bow and a fierce black dragon carved on it. The hull was not very stylish, but its length was shocking. It was like a huge poisonous snake with its head raised, poised in a threatening and offensive position.

There were no sails on the ship, but numerous long oars protruded from beneath the sides of the ship, moving swiftly as though they were centipede feet. Nobody knew if it was this rowing power that allowed them to fly through the magical turbulence present in the void.

This was the God of Battle's proudest artifact. It was both a huge fortress as well as a peerless weapon. In the years that passed, it had ferried the God of battle to war countless times, killing countless enemies, clinching many achievements in battles for the war Gods, and winning prestige for them!

Today, its dragon head was pointed towards the Gods of desolation.

The warship was very fast. In the blink of an eye, it reached the Holy Kingdom of the Gods of desolation. Only after seeing it was about to make an impact did the Gods of desolation respond, roaring angrily and rushing back towards the Holy Kingdom.

The Holy Kingdom was everything to a God. It was where they stored up divine power, settled down believers, and cultivated oracles. Once a Holy Kingdom was destroyed, not only would the long-stored divine power of the Gods be destroyed; the entire cohesion and morale of the church would receive a lethal blow. Without the Holy Kingdom, there would be no oracles or Holy Spirit. That God would be reduced to having to rely upon the divine power stored up within his own avatars to fight, without the support of any subordinates or the ability to revive after death.

If one reached this point it meant they were at the end of their rope.

Whether it was out of sentiment or benefit, there was no way that the Gods of desolation would allow the God of Battle to destroy their Holy Kingdom!

The fastest reactions were from subordinates of the Gods of desolation, the Orc-like Gods of Warrior and Drinking, and the Silent Knights, created by the Monochrome Bearman as guards. They were the closest.

He who always squinted his eyes as though drunk, the stench of alcohol reeking off his body, suddenly snapped open his eyes wide. There was not a sign of drunkenness to be seen!

He let out a roar, and his body became taller than the highest mountain in an instant. Knife-like claws popped out of his thick black arms, furiously slapping towards the warship.

Although he was used to fighting with the knife at his waist, his semi-divine blade was useless against a weapon as enormous as the warship. It was far more reliable to use his body, which had been tempered through hardships!

The giant bear man's iron palm slapped down against the tall dragon figure of the warship. It looked as though the dragon would be slapped aside, or even broken. But just as his bear paw was about to hit it, that black dragon head, which seemed to be a decoration, suddenly came alive.

The dragon head was a little smaller than the bear's paw, but the instant it came alive it suddenly grew in size. It stretched out its neck and opened its bloody maw wide to bite down on the extended right palm of the bear man.

The Silent Knight's tempered body was incomparably sturdy. He was still a battle God after all, with experience as a warrior. After he was raised to the rank of God, his body became stronger than steel. Yet under the teeth of this black dragon head, his iron palm felt as though it had become flesh once more. He was injured with a single bite and even had a large chunk of flesh ripped off, fresh blood gushing.

"Ouch!"

The giant bearman let out a tragic cry, but before he could react a battle God who had been standing on the front deck of the ship jumped out, piercing forwards with his spear.

His body was not intentionally enlarged. Compared to the silent warrior who had become a giant bear, he was like a knee-high dwarf. At first glance, the spear in his hands looked like a toy as large as a chopstick. But after he thrust it forth, the front end of the spear grew thicker and longer. By the time it reached the Silent Knight, it had become thicker than his arm, and so monstrously long that it could skewer the giant bear for a barbeque.

If this spear hit him, the Silent Knight would definitely become a silent barbeque!

At this moment, a giant shield came in from the side, deflecting the spear far away.

An armor-clad Morani had arrived, his left hand holding the shield, his right hand holding a war axe, looking powerful and mighty.

He did not become very huge. But with a wave of his war axe, razor-sharp blades of light burst forth, slicing apart everything in front of him. They revealed the edge of this weapon.

After using his shield to deflect the God of War's spear, he did not waste time with small talk. He immediately started hacking away at the warship with his war axe.

Once again, the black dragon head came alive, trying to go around the axe to bite Morani's arm. However, Morani displayed exquisite martial finesse, twisting the axe to chop the dragon head.

With a muffled sound, the black dragon head that bit off a huge chunk of the Silent Knight was smashed to smithereens. But it was the divine power attached to it that was broken. It once more became a block of wood; this time it was a wooden block that cleaved into two halves.

The God of War did not move just because his ship had been damaged. His face was concealed under his helmet, so no one would have been able to see if his expression changed. But he brandished his spear towards Morani.

Neither of them was loud-mouthed. What needed to be said had already been said earlier at the Pantheon Temple. As the saying goes, the end of the world lies at the end of the road; at the end of words is the sword. After saying all that had to be said, they let their weapons do the talking.

The God of War's body was slightly thinner than the Steel Lion's, but he was still robust. His spear was not the type designed to collide head-on in large-scale battles. It was a flexible and tough weapon suited for adventurers. This corresponded with his domain, where he was responsible for many small skirmishes, battles in which tens of people fought. In such battles, a spear with flexibility could display more tricks and be more suited to fully displaying the martial arts of the warrior.

One could only see his shadow in the void, his spear dancing non-stop, flying up and down. He was like a viper constantly circling around Morani and attacking. His spear was as fast as lightning. His footsteps left behind afterimages. It was clearly a fierce battle, yet one where onlookers could only sigh deeply at the beauty of the fight.

Morani's martial arts were much simpler in comparison. He was an Orc soldier of ordinary origin who became a God through various circumstances and gained great strength. But his martial arts were the same old set. The shield on his left hand moved unhurriedly, blocking 70 to 80 percent of the spear's attacks while he looked for opportunities to strike with the axe in his right hand. Occasionally he struck towards the long spear. Other times he would suddenly charge forward, hacking towards the God of War.

Of their martial arts, one was agile and had many forms; the other was steady and rigid. It was impossible to determine the winner in a short amount of time, and thus, a huge battle began on the outskirts of the Holy Kingdom of the Gods of desolation.

At this moment, the dragon head warship had once more begun to charge the Holy Kingdom of the Gods of desolation.

The right arm of the silent knight had become swollen. It was clear that the black dragon head harbored some fearful venom, injuring him heavily in an instant. Yet he had no intention of retreating and only shrank his body slightly. He actually drew his sabre, intending on continuing the fight left-handed.

The Silent Knight was originally a wandering half-Orc, his blade quick and swift. He belonged to the adventurer group just like the God of War, and attacking head-on was not his forte. The God of War had tied down Morani, who was in charge of being the vanguard. Now he could only brace himself and summon up his courage.

As for the bear swordsman who had experienced countless battles with his body, wielding a blade with his left hand was not particularly inconvenient. It was just that his sabre was less powerful than the dragon head warship of the God of War. If it weren't for Morani cleaving it with his axe and weakening it, his semi-divine weapon would have been unable to put up a fight.

It was fortunate that the master of the warship had left and there was no one currently in charge. As a result, the fighting ability of the warship had dropped. Still, the Silent Knight was only barely able to stand up to it.

But anyone looking at his right arm swollen with fluid would have known that he was not fit for battle, and urgently required rest and treatment.

"Roar!"

There was another loud roar, and a clay-yellow figure shot out from the Holy Kingdom of the Gods of desolation, heading straight towards the dragon head warship.

The figure looked like a frighteningly gigantic snake, but on closer inspection, it was actually a really huge earthworm. This was one of the subordinate Gods of the Gods of desolation, named Jogan, "The Abundant Wanderer."

This earthworm was not very intelligent and did not have many believers. Coupled with the fact that it had no desire to improve, its abilities remained the same as when it had just set foot in the realm of the Gods. One couldn't even call it a weak divine power. As for its combat prowess, how much ability could an earthworm have? All it could rely on was its large body and brute strength. Just like an uncultured brute, it could only charge and trample wildly.

Nothing was absolute. This style of fighting actually restrained the dragon head warship. The earthworm naturally had unparalleled vitality. The "earth dragon" from the abyss was pretty much immortal, being able to revive itself after being cut up into pieces. Jogan was no worse; it used its huge body to ram against the warship. Although it would be wounded heavily each time, its wounds would heal fully after each injury, so it could care less.

With support from his partner, the Silent Knight could finally retreat to the rear lines temporarily to focus on healing.

He tried to use divine power to dispel the venom and found that the efficacy was low. It required a long amount of time before it could fully purge all the venom.

Seeing the situation of the battle, the Monochrome Bearman thought briefly and made a decision.

He bit down on his scabbard. He raised his sabre with his left hand before cutting down, chopping off his entire right arm in one go!

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Chapter 222: Chapter 92

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The scene where the Silent Knight waved his sword and chopped off his arm was seen by every God that was paying attention to the battlefield. Many Gods were terrified and noted to themselves that they would never fight against the bunch of insane people from the Desolation God system!

Although Gods possessed the ability to restore broken limbs, the pain was substantial. Even Gods from the battle league wouldn't be willing to endure such pain. Many Gods from non-battle leagues grew pale looking at the wretched sight.

The Silent Knight Himself couldn't help but let out tragic roars from His throat. But His job had yet to end. He destroyed the broken arm using godly power in order to prevent it getting into His enemies' hands and becoming a tool to curse Him. The pain was far worse than when it was broken. He was as pale as a piece of paper; even his dark eye circles grew grey.

To a God, even if His body broke apart, He wouldn't die immediately. That right arm that was chopped off actually maintained clear consciousness. Hence, He felt the damage towards it. Although wouldn't damage the Silent Knight's original body, the pain would still be transmitted to Him.

In simpler terms, it equalled to Him destroying a part of his body.

And, it wasn't destroyed in an instance, or flattened, or something of that sort, but was gradually demolished from inside out.

Such pain was unbearable, even to the bearman who was brave and tough!

There were countless beads of cold sweat forming on the face and body of the huge bearman. It almost converged into small rivers and wet His smooth hair completely, as though he were dredged up from the water.

Looking at the sight, a God sitting on the third row in the Pantheon Temple couldn't help but complement. "Such extraordinary courage and endurance! If the Desolation God system lost the battle, I would step in to protect Him!"

Then, He looked over to the God of War seated in the second row.

The God of War creased his eyebrows. With His character, He preferred to eradicate the source of trouble, especially the few Gods that were on friendly terms with the Desolation God system. If He didn't fully root for them, they would definitely turn into hidden dangers.

But… The will of God of Pain was something he couldn't disrespect.

The God of Pain was a strange God. He was the display of all pain in the world. From the viewpoint of His clergy, He should have been considered wicked. However, His religious teachings encouraged people to face pain, endure pain, and grow with the experience of pain. Hence, He influenced His clergy using such beliefs and pushed Himself into the kind camp.

Under His command, there was God of Punishment that carried the religious teaching of applying appropriate punishment to lead people back to kindness;" the Maiden of Pain that practiced the religious teaching of embracing pain; and the God of Healing that believed in helping people to receive less pain. The three Gods and their eldest were simply carved out from the same mold. They didn't treat pain as anything. They could always exercise their terrifying power during battle. Even the God of War wouldn't be willing to have head-on collisions with them.

But… He was not willing to just let the bear go!

Just when He was deep in his thoughts, the God of Justice smiled coldly.

"Hey! Victory and defeat have yet to be called. Are you in hurry to carve up the spoils of war?"

All the Gods looked towards Him, not understanding what He meant.

The situation then was clear. The War God system was really the most fightable one among all God systems. They sent out the God of Battle, and He had checked the battle power of almost half of the Desolation God system. With another few Gods, the Desolation God system would almost be expelled.

…That's not right. That "Desolation God system" was a small, poorly equipped group in name only. To describe it on Earth, one would say it was like a shelf company that rented an apartment as an office and prepared to run away any time. What sort of expelling would it be!

"You going to interfere?" the God of War looked at the God of Justice, unwilling to be outdone. "You could try to see if you can break through my obstruction before the Desolation God system is destroyed."

The God of Justice smiled coldly. "I? If you don't take action, I won't. Battling at such level? Strong Gods like us shouldn't get involved."

"Oh? Won't you interfere? Do you think that the Orc Gods will?"

"Don't drag me in!" the main God of Orc God system Lefron said in distress. "If Steel Lion were to seek refuge from me, I would take Him in and protect Him. But if He can't barge out from the encirclement, I won't take any action."

The God of War laughed happily.

Then, somewhere not far away from the main dimension, the battle at the door of Desolation God system's holy kingdom was getting more and more ferocious.

Morani used all His skills and wanted to defeat that God of Battle as soon as possible so that He could support his allies. But the God of Battle was too skillful. His long spear appeared from nowhere and vanished into nowhere, and every stab contained strong godly power. He had to resist it with all he had. Although he was at the advantage, nobody knew how long it would take to transform this bit of advantage to victory!

On the other side, the last God follower, the huge catfish in Desolation God system, finally caught up. The huge catfish shook its head and waved its tail, then whipped the dragon-headed warship with its thick strong tail. Along with Jogan, it blocked the warship off from outside of the holy kingdom.

As everyone knew, the scariest power of the warship that belonged to the God of Battle wasn't charging or clashing; it was connected to His holy kingdom. Once it knocked into the holy kingdom, the oracles and holy spirit of the God of Battle would barge in and flow over like surging tides, through the pathway transformed from the dragon-headed warship.

There were some believers and oracles in the holy kingdom of the Desolation God system. Deducting the non-battle members, those who could fight made up roughly three figures. Compared to Sui Xiong's Void Mask church, it was of course much stronger, but compared to the God of Battle, the henchmen under their control were calculated by tens of thousands; and that was only a conservative estimation…

Once the dragon-headed warship barged into the holy kingdom of Desolation God system, what awaited their believers was a one-sided slaughter!

Luckily, no matter how amazing the dragon-headed warship it was, it was merely a holy piece of equipment that had no one to control it temporarily. The huge earthworm joined forces with the huge catfish, which could easily block it off. It was unable to take a single step closer.

This allowed the Silent Knight that was nursing His injury to relax. He urged His godly power to have his right arm quickly restored while he held onto His sword, and prepared to take on anyone, anytime.

Everyone knew that God of Battle was not the only God-follower in War God system. The God of Justice could stop even the strong main God, the God of War. If any other God-followers dashed over it would be very troublesome.

There is a great saying: What you are afraid of will come along.

After a while, along with sighs, a knight riding on steed in a full silver armor carrying a heavy long sword, appeared in the air not far away.

"I really don't want to fight in a war," He mumbled to himself, but rushed his warhorse to dash over. He even shouted on his way over, "I am the commander of the God of War Strategy, who wants to fight with me!"

The Silent Knight looked at his right arm that had yet to recover, sighed, and greeted Him holding on to the sword with His left hand.

The commander of the God of War Strategy was well known for His "lack of drive." Although He had outstanding ability, He didn't like war. Even when he participated in war, he would rather hide at the back to give commands than go to the front line personally.

But, no one ever felt that He was weak or incapable. Whoever thought so was given lessons brutally.

Although the driverless knight was not as brave and experienced as the God of Battle, it was the third expert in the War God system, even more courageous and better at war than the "crazy warrior and the God of Rage!"

But… The fact that He could come forward personally meant that the launched attack by the God of Battle wasn't an individual action, but the decision of the entire War God system!

The Silent Knight was worried. He waved his sword in the air and fought with Augmentin who leapt off from his warhorse, unwilling to take advantage on His ride.

Due to his injury, he was obviously at the disadvantage. Regardless, he could still manage. The main factor would probably be that Augmentin really had no willpower. He was simply there to muddle through His work. Hence, it allowed the Silent Knight who was weaker to withstand His attack.

But, other God-followers in the War God system continuously appeared.

For example, the Goddess of War and Death appeared riding on a poisonous dragon that spurted fire. The Goddess was passionate in causing tragic deaths and injuries for both parties because She believed that only tragic deaths displayed the greatness and brutality of war.

The God of Crazy Warriors and Rage, who was naked, would definitely have been arrested by the police if he was put on Earth. That man carried an axe that was bigger than his body. He wore a contorted smile. To Him who enjoyed battle and slaughter, He was happiest when fighting!

God of Hunt and Slaughter carried a long arrow and short spear and wore leather armor. The old man was actually not a regular member of the War God system but an outsider that built His holy kingdom on the border of War God system's holy kingdom. Their relationship was similar to Desolation God system and Orc God system's previously.

Goddess of Pirates and Plunder steered a huge sailboat in a convenient yet glamorous short skirt. She carried a bayonet at the bow and gave out a hysterical laugh, like the classic three syllabi Queen. She was also an outsider of the War God system and was on bad terms with the God of Sea War. Hence, when She saw a chance to win, She came back shamelessly.

As for the regular members of War God system, God of Sea War in sailor costume carried two short aces and sat on a great three-tiered warship to hurry over. There were countless sailors that were bustling back and forth, cannons were slowly spun and aimed. They prepared to launch thousands of bombs simultaneously so that it would turn various Gods in the Desolation God system into fireworks.

"It seems like I am going to die today…" On the ground in the battle ring, Morani left his message and sighed. He fixed his gaze upon the clergy crystal that was gradually descending and let out a heavy breath.

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Chapter 223: Chapter 93

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The war Gods were not a particularly big group, and compared to human or Orc Gods, their numbers could be said to be rather low.

However, their quality was high.

In this series of Gods, even if it was just the archetype of "cruel hunter" or "pirate queen," they were brave and battle-hardened. Almost every God there had the ability to go toe to toe with another God one level higher in strength. They were truly a combat-ready group.

In comparison, among the Gods of desolation, the "Steel Lion" and the "Silent Knight" both had the ability to fight enemies one rank higher. However, the giant earthworm and catfish were not able to do that. They were two savages who didn't know how to fight at all.

Honestly speaking, the Gods of desolation were not weak in battle. The lead God Morani was capable of a confrontation with anyone, as long as they were not of powerful divine rank. The subordinate God, Ink, was able to defeat weaker Gods; and if the giant earthworm and catfish joined hands, defeating a single weaker God was not a problem. All in all, this system had the ability to defeat at least two weaker Gods and one mid-ranked God.

This calculated amount was based on the assumption that they could absolutely win. If they just wanted to severely wound the enemy, or make it so they would have to pay a heavy cost to defeat them, the number of Gods they could fight would be doubled at the bare minimum.

Two mid-ranked powers, and four weaker powers: most divine systems had similar familial structures. Even if the family was bigger by a bit, there was no way to guarantee that they would not lose a few of their own to the Gods of desolation in the coming battle. If Morani were to ignore his pride and take action against the faint divinities that existed in most systems, none of them would be able to survive more three moves.

Most Gods generally had the God of Justice acting on their behalf, to prevent divine kings with strong power from taking action. The remaining Gods, who were mid-ranked and below, naturally were not willing to use their lives to fight with the Gods of desolation. Even if there were great rewards, what use would it be if they died?

However, the Gods of war were true blue fighters. Challenging themselves to fight opponents stronger than themselves was not uncommon. The advantage the Gods of desolation had was lost.

When quality was not the decisive factor, quantity would be. In terms of quantity, the Gods of war definitely had the numerical advantage…

"I knew from the very beginning…" Morani gazed at the divine crystal that was slowly falling, laughing bitterly. "The moment the God of Battle showed up, I knew it would result in such an ending."

"It's not shameful to admit defeat," Javier advised. "If we can't win, then let's just surrender. It's just a divine position, and we haven't even gotten our hands on it. Even if it is ours, if we're forced to give it up we can only do so!"

Morani turned to look at him. The handsome young man's face was filled with seriousness. He was truly asking him to surrender.

He shook his head, smiled bitterly, and let out a deep sigh.

"Yes, people without strength are unworthy of having treasures," He grinned bitterly. "Whether it's yours or not depends not on how you obtain it, but whether or not you have the strength to defend it."

"But… I always thought I had the power… "

He hung his head. His golden mane seemed to have become a bit dull.

Morani was not a weakling. With his strength, he would be warmly welcomed no matter which divine system he went to. The reason the Gods of desolation could maintain autonomy with the Orc Gods was mainly due to his enormous strength.

One to one, none of the Gods of war could defeat him except the God of Battle.

However, it was not enough to rely solely on his strength to defend the Holy Kingdom of the Gods of Desolation.

Of course, he could abandon his country and companions, running away with the new divinity. With his ability, even if the Gods of war turned out in full force, they might not be able to catch him. Or he could find another group of Gods to back him up, making enemies with the Gods of war. For example, the relationship between the Orc Gods and the Gods of war was not very harmonious. He only needed to go over, and the "Giant Sky Devouring Dog" Lefon would very likely lead the Orc Gods in a head-on clash against the Gods of war.

Perhaps that was what the leader of the Orc Gods was thinking. He was actually waiting for Morani to retreat under pressure, before extending a helping hand to the Steel Lion who would run away in a hurry. Which was why all the Orc Gods bided their time, not coming to the aid of the Gods of desolation with whom they had a good relationship with.

However, Morani did not intend to do so.

After sighing, he made his decision.

"I am a warrior." He once more lifted his head up, looking towards the sky, his countenance calm and determined. "I think that I won't let what should belong to me be snatched away by others!"

"Don't be silly," Javier said.

"I've been doing this all along. This is my belief, I will not waver! Even if it's a single needle or a grain of rice, if it's mine, other people are not allowed to take it!" Morani's eyes gradually lit up with a fierce burning light. "Who dares to covet my things? I will cut off his hand!"

"Hey, are you confused?"

Morani turned towards Sui Xiong and Yorgaardman. "I have a few favors to ask. Is that ok?"

"Speak," The God of Justice frowned, speaking gravely.

"This giant earthworm, Goddess Gaia, and the Goddess of Bumper Harvest have always considered bringing him over to their side. Honestly, I feel that sending him over to Goddess Gaia would be rather suitable; let's not talk about the Goddess of Bumper Harvest, she's too petty," Morani said. "As for the big catfish, he can go along as well. Anyway, they always act together. It's good to have a companion."

They did not answer, quietly waiting for him to finish.

"This kid Ah Mo is a bit lazy, but he actually has some potential. I originally wanted to recommend him to the Orc Gods but felt that he would not mix well with the atmosphere over there. Leaving him there would only be his loss. Oscar, how do you feel about having him follow you in the future?"

Sui Xiong was silent for a while. Then he asked, "Can I take this as you entrusting him to me?"

"Entrust?"

"Before an old king dies, he will entrust a trusted minister to take care of the young child, to protect him before he grows enough to be able to support the country. It is a very honorable but also dangerous job."

"…This is not a bad phrase, I like it."

"But I don't like it!" Sui Xiong coldly said. "You're not dead yet!"

"It's just a preparation in case anything happens," Morani calmly said. "I've decided more than once to defend my beliefs with my life. Although I've always won in the past, there's a greater probability of losing this time. I definitely hope to win but it's always good to make preparations in the event that I lose."

"As if it's so easy to die!" the God of Justice harrumphed, waving his hands towards the sky.

A light so bright the sun paled in comparison shot out of his hands, leaving the main plane in the blink of an eye. It turned into a ferocious tiger, heading towards the nearest Goddess of War and Death, about to bite her.

A golden light suddenly appeared, and an old man in shabby armor stood in front of the tiger, stopping it.

"Yorgaardman, you shouldn't interfere." The old man was the incarnation of the God of War. He originally only intended on watching nearby but appeared to intervene upon seeing the God of Justice take action.

"Falt Hai Wen, you can't stop me!" The tiger rolled fiercely on the spot, turning into the God of Justice wielding a big axe, coldly looking at the old man. "You should be wary that I'd destroy this incarnation of yours!"

"I really am not a match for you," The old man smiled confidently, "but what if we add in others?"

Light and shadow flashed and a cloud of darkness emerged around him, shielding him in a whole body of black armor as though he were a tall figure cast in iron.

This was the "Black Tyrant," also called the God of Fear. He was also a powerful force, but unlike the God of War, he had no followers. He was an independent dangerous person. Despite some differences, he was similar to the God of War.

Yorgaardman's eyes slowly narrowed. In a one-on-two fight, he was confident that he would not lose, but it was impossible to break through the two mighty divine powers to rescue the Gods of desolation.

"Maybe you can defeat the two of us, but how long would that take?" the God of war laughed. "One month? A year? By then, it would have been long over!"

As they spoke, the Gods of war encircled the Gods of desolation and began to approach without haste or delay.

They were prepared to win the victory in the most secure way.

A complete and thorough victory!

Faced with such a situation, Morani shouted angrily, throwing off the Gods of war who were trying to encircle him, and rushed to his companions.

With a wave of his shield, the commander and strategist Augmentin was sent flying. Although he saw the Steel Lion approaching and had made preparations, it was no use in the face of Morani's overwhelming power.

As soon as Morani struck Augmentin flying, he rushed with Mo to the side of the giant earthworm and catfish duo. At this time the God of war had already taken back his warship, leaping onto the bow. Restored with his divine power, he watched them coldly.

"It's not too late for you to surrender," He said. "Steel Lion, I respect you as a brave man. If you are willing to join us Gods of war, I will personally offer you an apology!"

"What about my companions?" Morani asked.

"For a group of Gods, naturally the more the merrier."

"Is this your intention, or the intention of your entire group?"

The God of War smiled, turning to look at a few other Gods.

"I have no objection," the one commonly dubbed the God of Strategy, Augmentin, said.

"As long as it increases our strength, anything goes," the God of Navy said.

The Goddess of War and Death frowned, clearly unwilling to accept, but still nodded begrudgingly.

The God of Berserkers had a blank look on his face. He looked around before asking, "So do we still cut them down?"

"If they don't surrender," the God of Hunting and Slaughter said with glee, licking the tip of his spear which glistened with poison.

"We won't just cut them down; we'll loot it all!" the Pirate Queen once more laughed, in a mocking royal tone.

Clearly, they had discussed this beforehand, playing good cop and bad cop.

Faced with this, Morani and Mo looked at each other, breaking into laughter.

"Then come!" He took up a fighting posture. "We may not be heroes, but at the very least we have backbone!"

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Chapter 224: Chapter 94

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

In the Pantheon Temple, many kind Gods breathed out a heavy sigh.

As kind camp Gods were hardly seen in the Orc and half Orc system, the Gods in Desolation God system were favored by the kind Gods.

But, if they were to deal with the entire War God system, they wouldn't be able to help.

The Goddess of Bumper Harvest creased her eyebrows and stood up.

The "Wanderer of Fertility" Jogan was a talent that She wanted to keep for herself. If she didn't interfere, the huge earthworm would be killed.

But the Goddess of Earth was much faster than Her; She already proposed her interference to the God of War.

"Keep the earthworm for me, how about that?" she asked straightforwardly. "I think he shouldn't die here."

The God of War smiled. "If we can catch him alive, what are you willing to offer in exchange?"

"Three stone puppets at a God-like level. How about that?" The Goddess Gaia deserved to be an old senior. Money carried weight. She straightforwardly offered a huge payment.

The God of War raised His eyebrows, didn't intend to negotiate for more, and agreed.

"Then, can I buy over the catfish?" the Goddess of Marsh seized the chance to ask. "Although I couldn't offer such high payment, I could pay in installments."

The God of War looked sideways and looked at the God of Justice who looked gloomy. He laughed, "No problem!"

The God of Pain sighed and said, "Can I redeem the Silent Knight? I don't wish to see such talent die here."

"Haha! Of course!"

The God of Orc hesitated and used a voice that only they could hear to tell the God of War something in secret.

The God of War laughed hysterically, and His entire body was quivering with laughter. The seat below Him almost shook off.

Phew- A huge axe was slammed down at him.

The God of War laughed, and the axe vanished into thin air before it could touch Him. The God of Justice was stomping His feet in anger and showering vulgarity at Him like a gangster on the street. That made many Gods that cared about manners crease their eyebrows, but also made many Gods that were bullied before smug.

Get a taste of your own medicine!

The Gods in the Pantheon Temple were only communication clones that had ability limitations at the end of the day. No matter how they fought, there couldn't be much of a scene. The real victories and defeats would only be called outside of the main dimension, at the battle happening in the holy kingdom of the Desolation God system.

And the battle looked like it already had the victory and defeat called.

On the ground, Javier too let out a heavy sigh.

"I don't have many friends, today I will have one less!" he said in distress.

Sui Xiong who already had his eyebrows creased earlier suddenly said, "That is hard to say!"

"Oh?" Javier said, stunned. "Would you be able to launch another hit like the explosion in Rainbow Fountain?"

"… At the moment, no. But I have other methods!" Sui Xiong said. He leapt, transformed into light, and soared up into the sky. He suddenly flew into his world that was still covered with a primeval state of chaos.

There wasn't any up, down, left, right. There wasn't any direction or surface. There wasn't any ground, water, wind, or fire. Even time and space were in a silent primeval state of chaos. Besides him who mastered the world, even a common God wouldn't be able to step foot in there.

"All the while, I have never thought of how to create a world, such as the City of Art or that sort. Although it's not bad, I know that I don't actually want to create such a world.

"But now, I have!"

He looked at the primeval state of chaos that was constantly changing but seemed to never move, and smiled.

"I want to create a shelter, a tough fortress that protects these kind people!"

Then, he extended all his tentacles and stabbed into primeval state of chaos around him.

"Firstly, I have to turn the primeval state of chaos into a strong line of defense, into an impenetrable bastion of iron that any wickedness won't be able to penetrate!"

Along with his will and declaration, the primeval state of chaos started shaking.

There wasn't anything like the clear rise and the murky sink. Light wasn't needed. There weren't mountains or water that appeared like special effects. But boundless chaos was dashing towards the border of the world at lightning speed, and constantly condensed and turned into white light.

Warm, firm and indestructible.

The border of Sui Xiong's world was on the holy kingdom of the Desolation God system. His world was having such vigorous change, the Gods from the Desolation God system naturally felt it immediately.

They didn't understand what happened yet but Sui Xiong already told his plan to Morani through a communication clone.

Morani's eyes grew bright and immediately brought the Gods from the Desolation God system back into their holy kingdom.

"This is useless!" the Silent Knight sighed and said. "The wall of holy kingdom won't be able to withstand for long."

"It will be able to resist for a while, and that is sufficient!" Morani laughed. He urged His godly power to slowly move the holy kingdom in the air toward Sui Xiong's world.

Or, it should be said, clashed over directly.

The Gods in War God system were shocked by the scene. They were stunned and took action one after another. But this time, their methods were different.

For example, the brutal hunter and the pirate queen wanted to barge into the holy kingdom of the Desolation God system to burn, kill and steal.

On the other hand, the God of Battle and God of Conspiracy wanted to stop the holy kingdom of the Desolation God system from moving in order to prevent accidents, to allow the cooked duck to flee.

But, whatever they did was useless.

A holy kingdom, a holy kingdom of a God system—even though it was smaller, even though it was weaker—had an almost unbreakable defense wall.

As for stopping it, depending on a few intermediate and weak godly powers, it wouldn't happen. If more time were given, then regardless of the defense wall or stopping the holy kingdom from moving, it wouldn't be a difficult task.

But, did they have enough time?

Of course not!

The holy kingdom of the Desolation God system and Sui Xiong's world were almost together. Morani spared no extra time but used all His godly power to push the holy kingdom towards Sui Xiong's world with the fastest speed possible. The Gods in the War God system had a few dozen seconds to respond.

A dozen seconds was really too short!

Hence, when the holy kingdom of the Desolation God system embedded into Sui Xiong's world and vanished into the white light that just appeared, no matter who wanted to barge through the wall to cause damage, or who wanted to stop the holy kingdom from moving, none of them could.

Not only that, but the God of Battle, who still wanted to stop it forcibly using the dragon-headed warship, stood in between the holy kingdom of the Desolation God system and Sui Xiong's world. But He was pushed towards Sui Xiong's holy kingdom and knocked onto the white screen.

It was like an egg smashed on a rock. Regardless of the tough holy weapon or strong Gods, they were all shattered into pieces on the layer of white screen that was unnoticeable.

In the Pantheon Temple, the God of Battle let out a tragic groan and His body was twitching vigorously.

His original body and His most important holy weapon were destroyed. It was definitely a huge damage for him to bear.

The world was gradually turning clear and bright but was still empty. Sui Xiong looked at the unlucky bastard that was shattered along with His ship when the two worlds collided, and he whistled.

Tons of damage!

He thought. Then he waved his tentacles and made a huge net to collect all broken pieces. He wrapped them up and dragged them back to his own world.

"This is a high standard spoil of war. It can't be wasted."

After a while, there was another terrifying groan from the Pantheon Temple.

With the assistance of the God of War, the God of Battle resurrected relying on His clone was in the holy kingdom. He could clearly feel His original body's godly power and divinity be completely destroyed.

It was not just pulverized or collapsed; it was as though it was melted or rotten, with no turning back.

He let out a tragic howl. His body and His seat turned into shadow and fell back quite a few rows.

In that instance, He was degraded from intermediate to weak godly power. If the God of War didn't now lend a hand in time to transmit Him an enormous amount of godly power, He might not have been able to keep his weak godly power either, declining even more.

"What is going on?" The Gods were discussing among themselves. They didn't know how the entire situation had flipped.

Outside the main dimension, the Gods from War Gods system launched attacks towards Sui Xiong's world with anger.

Various kinds of energy hit the layer of white screen that looked ordinary, but there wasn't even a ripple.

Inside the world, Sui Xiong looked up and gazed upon the pieces of chaos that were produced from the inner white screen.

"This idea is quite reliable…" he mumbled to himself and laughed. "It seems like I am quite smart!"

"What did you do exactly?" Morani came out from the holy kingdom and saw that scene. He asked this in distress.

"This is the holy kingdom I just built. Isn't it interesting?" Sui Xiong smiled and said. "It doesn't have any other effect but toughness, against all wickedness.

"Look at the light screen; it was condensed from the chaos that was all over this world. It possesses strong defense power. This isn't the most important part. It also turns all kinds of incoming power that I deny into chaos that becomes nutrients to enhance this world."

Morani was stunned and looked carefully at the light screen that didn't look at all attention catching. He looked closely at the attack launched by the Gods from War God system turning into newborn chaos constantly, and couldn't help but find it magical.

Sui Xiong smiled and continued to urge the power to turn the newborn chaos into a part of the light screen.

This world is a shelter; of course the stronger the defense power the better!

In Pantheon Temple, the God of Justice was laughing hysterically.

He wasn't Morani who didn't like to boast, who was quiet; Yorgaardman had very few hobbies. Among them all, the most important one was boasting about his victories!

He pointed from the God of War, to the God of Battle, to the God of Fear, to the God of Conspiracy, to the Goddess of Marsh, to the Godess Gaia, to the main God of Orc… Those Gods that were discussing sharing their spoils and those who were proud. Then said the line that he learned from Oscar a while back when they were drinking.

"You, you, you, and you… I'm not talking about you, I am saying all of you b*stards are all rubbish!"

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