Chapter 10: Justice From the Sky! …【Request for Recommendation Votes】
2016-11-29
Author: Floating Tower
The afterglow of the setting sun painted Modo with a golden hue.
Soren rarely stood atop the tower, enjoying a moment of tranquility. Reflecting on his journey, he realized he had been racing against time every moment, never indulging in the luxurious life this world had to offer.
Now, as the Saint’s Cataclysm was nearing its end, if he could withstand the final wave of attacks from Hell, Soren would be able to enjoy a carefree life with the most important person to him after achieving the Investiture of the Gods. This was an incredibly long time, and Soren could afford to squander time extravagantly—one hundred years, two hundred years, three hundred years; if that wasn’t enough, then one thousand, two thousand, three thousand years. As an immortal deity, Soren could carelessly waste time doing anything he wished, and all of this could be obtained by surviving the Saint’s Cataclysm. At that time, the gods’ positions would be solidified, and they would no longer easily fall into the hands of others.
Soft footsteps approached.
The Fallen Witch Corinna appeared; she was momentarily stunned when she saw Soren standing under the sunset but soon walked over to stand beside him, softly saying, “It’s rare to see you so relaxed.”
“Is it?” Soren turned and smiled.
Then he gazed into the distance and said, “Since the outbreak of the Saint’s Cataclysm, I’ve been racing against time. At first, it was to protect Vivian, and later it was to deal with other crises. But thankfully, everything is about to end. I sense that the energy storm is gradually weakening, and by the end of next year at the latest, this could all be over.”
“At that time, I will have enough time to arrange my future life.”
The Fallen Witch reacted with a jolt, then, somewhat dejectedly, replied, “To the Divine Kingdom, I suppose.”
“Whether you or Vivian, in the end, you must go to the Divine Kingdom.”
Soren turned to look at her. Over time, the Fallen Witch’s actions had proven her loyalty, and due to certain rituals, the barriers between her and Soren had gradually decreased, leading to a more intimate and ambiguous relationship.
Corinna met Soren’s gaze.
Soren suddenly smiled and slowly said, “If you are willing, you can join us in enjoying immortality!”
“Gloria is about to achieve divinity.”
“You possess divinity as well. As long as you resolve the Succubus Queen’s mark, I believe it won’t be difficult for me to help you achieve divinity. However, ultimately, it is your own decision.”
The Fallen Witch walked the path of the Arcane Empire.
Unlike Soren, her ultimate goal was to become a Fate Witch or Grand Archmage. If she chose to achieve divinity, she would have to sacrifice certain things and ultimately become a guardian of the rules alongside Soren. The gods possessed immense power but also maintained the order of the world; in this respect, it was not as free as the life of a Grand Archmage.
The power granted by the laws also brought obligations.
This divine duty, in larger terms, was to maintain the operation of the sun, moon, and stars; in smaller terms, it was to uphold the order of many rules.
The Multiverse itself was orderly.
The gods should maintain all of this; it has been so from ancient times to the present. Even in the face of the greatest crisis in the Multiverse, namely the earliest demonic invasion, the gods never hesitated or withdrew, even if some fell.
“I…”
The Fallen Witch hesitated for a moment, then said, “I don’t know!… I’ve held on for so long!… Although achieving divinity is hard to refuse!… But…”
Soren smiled and said, “Arcane is not outside the road of the gods.”
“In the future, my plans will also involve a lot of arcane. You can consider Gloria’s current path. She may surprise you in the future!”
Gloria was also a witch, and if she wished, she could turn into an archmage at any time.
However!
Her choice was to stand alongside Soren and ultimately control the arcane as a deity.
………………
Night fell.
Soren returned to his study. Suddenly, he seemed to sense something and trembled, then muttered to himself, “Chan is in danger?!”
Chan bore Soren’s mark.
This mark was similar to that of the Elect; it was also on the Holy Spirit Priest, Milan. If the counterpart encountered life-threatening danger, Soren would have direct perception.
The next moment.
Soren’s vision turned to the distant Eastern Kingdom.
At this moment.
The Eastern Kingdom was still in twilight, but Soren saw bl**d and corpses everywhere—both human and monstrous—along with many twisted aberrations and a presence that made Soren uncomfortable.
It was the aura of an Ancient Evil Artifact!
The gods despised any Ancient Evil Artifacts and rejected everything related to Divine Bastards.
A terrifying monster appeared in Soren’s sight.
In front of him was an enormous altar, covered in dark red bl**d sacrifices; it was unclear how many living people were used as offerings.
Chan’s figure was at the side of the altar.
Nearby, there were already numerous corpses. After eliminating the outer Roshayas and aberrations, all legendary-level professionists had joined the fight against Zargon. Zargon had more than ten terrifying tentacles, and Chan was struck by one, which instantly shattered her defenses and nearly crushed her internal organs in one blow.
“Am I going to d*e…?”
bl**d oozed from Chan’s mouth, her consciousness becoming a bit blurry at that moment.
Her expression bore a hint of sadness and reluctance; after finally leveling up to the Legendary Domain, she hadn’t expected to d*e here. She didn’t regret it, for sealing Ancient Evil Artifacts was the duty of the monks. Throughout the long years, countless monks had fallen, not knowing how many legendary strong ones perished, but no one had ever regretted or retreated.
This was the mission.
From the moment they became monks, they knew they might have to face this.
All monasteries existed for this purpose; throughout the long years, the entire Eastern Kingdom supported the monk monasteries, and when Ancient Evil Artifacts appeared, they had to fulfill their duty to seal these terrifying monsters.
Chan did not regret, just felt a bit unwilling.
Her consciousness was gradually fading; even though her shattered internal organs hadn’t killed her instantly, she would d*e soon.
Her mind began to become hazy, and just as Chan thought she would enter the River of Underworld, a gentle male voice rang out: “Such a level of injury, as my elect, it’s not that easy to d*e.”
A golden light appeared.
At some point, a young man exuding an alluring aura appeared before Chan.
His body was shrouded in mist but emanated an indescribable pressure; he had appeared without anyone noticing, whether it was the Cloud Climbers or the Ancient Evil.
——”High Restoration!”
Soren’s fingertip gently tapped Chan’s forehead, and the next moment, Chan’s body began to recover at a visible speed.
The Restoration spell cast by a deity was so powerful that Chan almost fully recovered in one breath; all her injuries healed, and she seemed to return to peak condition.
“Lord of Shadows!…”
Chan immediately recognized Soren, causing her to involuntarily kneel down.
This was an overwhelming emotion!
“An Ancient Evil Artifact?”
Soren turned to look at the monster before him, then frowned and said, “Zargon? I didn’t expect it to escape in the end!”
He had once traveled through the Eastern Kingdom.
Naturally, he knew that one of the most dangerous Ancient Evil Artifacts in the Eastern Kingdom was Zargon, a monster sealed by the Lord of Hell—Asmothiels. This was its second appearance, but also its last, as an adventurer endowed with the ability of the Son of Slaughter could completely annihilate it.
Zargon was a colossal creature about ten meters tall.
Its body was covered in dark scales, with only one bl**d-red single eye; its gaping mouth was filled with sharp teeth, and its head resembled that of an eye demon, while its torso and limbs were comprised of terrifying tentacles—six on each side, and around ten for its lower body. This terrifying monster carried a hint of divinity.
He was once the Lord of Hell, ruler of the Bartu natives.
When Asmothiels entered Hell, this monster had fought against him but was killed by the Lord of Hell, unable to destroy its horn. In the end, the Lord of Hell cast it into the Material Plane and sealed it.
He was a formidable enemy!
During its first peak resurrection, it even defeated the gods.
However, this time, its strength was not particularly powerful, as it had just broken free from its seal and had not yet completed the bl**d sacrifice. Initially, one kingdom restored it to its peak, and now the Eastern Kingdom had monks guarding it, with a scattered population, making it almost impossible to regain its peak state instantly.
“Cloud Climbers?”
Soren saw a monk engaging with Zargon, their movements causing the earth to shake with their energy. He was somewhat surprised and said, “A monk above profession level 40?”
“I didn’t expect to see that here.”
He turned around to smile at Chan, then said, “It seems you are in trouble. But since you are my elect, I will lend you a helping hand.”
A golden beam of light descended from the sky.
Soren’s figure emerged from the mist, gradually transforming from illusion to reality, and at this moment, the battling Cloud Climbers and Eastern Empress finally noticed his presence.
“Lord of Shadows?!”
“A deity?!”
Far across the Overseas Islands, the Grand Temple above Modo suddenly glowed with golden light, followed by countless divine powers converging to form a beam of light. Everyone felt it and murmured, “God’s descent?”
Surging divine power gathered.
Soren’s figure stepped out of the mist, his body gradually coalescing into solid form, and a divine pressure instantly enveloped the battlefield.
“Come on.”
Soren smiled at Chan and said, “I’ll borrow your body for a moment!”
Chan involuntarily stood up, her expression tense as she looked at Soren, and the next moment, Soren’s golden body gradually merged into her. A golden divine light appeared in Chan’s eyes, and then she seemed to break through some kind of limit, standing directly on the altar.
……………………(To be continued ~^~)
