CHAPTER 391: CHAPTER 321: BATTLE OF GODS_2

"Some waves, you were fortunate enough to avoid without exerting too much effort."

"This isn’t purely good luck; the authority of the God of Victory’s ’Miracle’ has also played its role."

"Some waves were unavoidable, and you used powers such as the ’Power of Royal Authority’ and the ’Residual Ring of the King of Truth’ to confront them head-on, forcibly smashing through them. Overall, it was thrilling but not life-threatening."

"Behind each wave, a shadow bearing the six-pointed star would emerge."

"Finally,"

"Through the surface of the sea, which looked like the Sea of Dreams, you glimpsed the real world and realized you had arrived in the divine country of the Star Color Ancient God, in the Sacred Land beneath the Holy Emblem. Without hesitation, you plunged forward. As the sound of seawater filled your ears, you returned to the real world."

"A magnificent palace bathed in holy flowing light appeared before you. You saw a figure standing before you, seemingly an ordinary human. He wore a black cloak, his face shrouded in dark emptiness, seemingly void of features. On his chest, an ink-gold six-pointed star was etched, and at its center, a strange eye suddenly opened."

"It was the Deceiving Apostle..."

"You still remember—when you came here last time, you had merely integrated the ’Ancient Roots,’ an inexperienced Blasphemous Wizard yet to shepherd gods. Facing this terrifying being that had killed and supplanted the Star Color Ancient God, you were utterly powerless. Were it not for the ability to restart the destiny line, you might have long been beyond redemption."

"But now, just weeks later, you have shepherded four gods, integrated the ’Old Roots of Profanation,’ and obtained super-legendary ancient objects—a far cry from your previous self."

"As a sense of emotion stirred within you, a deep, wicked, and decaying voice reached your ears... ’You’ve grown much stronger compared to the last time.’"

"’Last time?’"

"Could the Deceiving Apostle still remember the destiny line before it was restarted?"

"A shock surged through your mind, but you quickly realized something was amiss. You knew the Dark Crow of Profane Fortune, suspected of being a relic of the Lord of Blasphemy, had surpassed the Pillar tier. Even beings like the Lord of Night, Wind Lord, and Lord of Filth, who were pillar-level Old Gods, could not detect anomalies. A mere Deceiving Apostle could hardly possess such an ability."

"Then you thought back to that gathering of the ’Nameless Ones,’ realizing that the Nameless One was actually one of the avatars of the Deceiving Apostle. Enlightenment dawned within you."

"Wasting no time, you pulled out the ’Iron Blood Spear,’ transformed into a Battle Angel, and unleashed the manifold authorities of the Iron Blood God to annihilate the Deceiving Apostle, thereby preventing the Deception Lord’s ascension ritual."

"Scarlet light surged, and the essence of iron blood boiled over. Just as it seemed poised to drown everything before you,"

"The Deceiving Apostle remained composed and unhurried, speaking in a ’Devil’s Language’ you had never heard but instinctively understood... ’I am the most important person to you.’ Your Iron Blood Spear instantly lost all battle intent and, consequently, its power."

"In a split second,"

"The Deceiving Apostle morphed into figures—your father, your mother, the most important people in your life before your transcendence. The once-boiling battle intent within you began to subside, and the killing intent in your heart waned."

"At that moment, the dragon form within the Ancient Roots, the Spiritual Dragon, shivered slightly. A surge of psychic power emanated, jolting you awake."

"’A psychic-level deception?’ you muttered to yourself in realization."

"The Deceiving Apostle’s manipulation of the Star Color Ancient God’s authority was far deeper than you imagined."

"Recognizing this, you dared not be careless. You immediately activated the Residual Ring of the King of Truth, fortifying yourself in the real world. Concurrently, you harnessed the power of the Spiritual Dragon to construct defensive barriers on your mind’s conceptual island."

"Without hesitation, you unleashed ’Void’ and once again gripped the Iron Blood Spear. With the Iron Blood God’s authority, you transformed into a Battle Angel, your spear thrusting forth like divine judgment. Together with a battle doll clad in a ’black maid outfit,’ you charged at the Deceiving Apostle."

"The ’Void’ transformed into an eerie silhouette, wielding cold light infused with the essence of war, slashing toward the Deceiving Apostle. This strike carried terrifying power; even a god of Angelic rank would feel immense threat as its blade neared the Deceiving Apostle, leaving visible, torn wounds."

"But at that moment, the six-pointed star-eye on the Deceiving Apostle’s chest blinked, and the ’Devil’s Language’ surfaced again... ’I am your master, and he is your enemy.’

"’Void’ hesitated mid-attack. A dazed expression appeared briefly, before its gaze turned cold and brimming with killing intent—directed at you."

"’Damn, deception.’

"Transformed into a Battle Angel, you were half a beat slower than ’Void.’ Just as you reached the Deceiving Apostle, a chilling premonition surged through your heart, and you saw a streak of terrifying cold light slash toward you."

"’Void’ had turned its attack on you."

"Everything happened too fast. You only managed to place the Iron Blood Spear horizontally before you, but an overwhelming force of destruction crashed into you. Pain racked your entire body as you were knocked back immeasurably far."

"Fortunately, this was the sacred land of the Seven-Colored Ancient God’s divine country, stabilized by powerful suppressive forces. Otherwise, the collision of these ’conceptual entities’ alone would have wrought unimaginable devastation upon the earth."

"Coughing up blood, two mouths full, you understood all too well the terror of ’Void’s’ combat prowess. Not daring to delay, you immediately activated the Doomsday Lord’s Ring, summoning the Doomsday Apostle and Doomsday Warriors, while projecting your will into the Ancient Roots to mobilize the Power of Royal Authority."

"As cold light intertwined,"

"The towering, horrifying ’Doomsday Lives,’ each over ten meters tall, couldn’t last even five breaths under the onslaught. They were dismembered and torn apart, their remnants retreating back to the Doomsday Land."

"’Void’ continued charging at you with unrelenting killing intent."

"Now fully connected to the Power of Royal Authority, you manifested as a crowned emperor holding a scepter. Raising your right hand, you pointed at ’Void,’ declaring with regal authority...

"’Imprison.’

"In an instant, chains manifested from the symbolic essence of ’Royal Authority,’ binding ’Void’s’ form, body, and limbs. It was a conceptual effect—inescapable, unavoidable, and inescapable."

"With the Deceiving Apostle watching menacingly from the sidelines, you dared not waste time. You promptly used the Residual Ring of the King of Truth to dispel the deceptive influence from ’Void.’

"’Mas...ter.’

"For the first time, ’Void’ spoke, its voice filled with remorse."

"Now was not the time to settle scores with ’Void’ over insubordination. You said nothing more, simply reabsorbing it, fully aware that manpower tactics would only backfire against a god skilled in deception."

"Fixing your gaze on the Deceiving Apostle, you refrained from recklessly attacking as before, instead staring intently with caution."

"’You are not the Deceiving Apostle.’

"The terrifying figure wrapped in a black cloak tilted its head. Unfortunately, there was nothing but emptiness beneath the hood. If a face existed, it might have been smirking mockingly... ’If I am not the Deceiving Apostle, what am I?’

"Your expression remained neutral, though your heart trembled in shock. If you were merely suspicious before, the Deceiving Apostle’s current reaction had all but confirmed your hypothesis."

"With a voice laden with astonishment, you said: ’You are... the Deception Lord.’

"Soon, a deep and malevolent ’Devil’s Language’ emanated from the sinister entity before you... ’Correct, yet not entirely correct. I am the Deception Lord, but I am still incomplete. A vast portion of my essence remains in the Endless Abyss. As the Divine Descent Ceremony progresses, I am gradually merging with this fragment embodied by the Deceiving Apostle. Only when the ceremony is complete, and the two fragments fully unite, will I become the complete Deception Lord.’

"The Deceiving Apostle—no, the Deception Lord—had revealed so much. Was it buying time?

"The Divine Descent Ceremony had reached its crucial moments, and it sought to avoid interruption now."

"The realization struck like a flash."

"Suddenly, another thought crossed your mind. Looking at the Deceiving Apostle, you spoke in a deep voice... ’Deception Lord, there is one thing you may not know. From the early Fourth Epoch onward, the King of Nature has never left Asgard.’"