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Chapter 294 The Wounded God of War
Chapter 294 The Wounded God of War
Jeremy, Ritchie, and the injured warrior discovered each other's presence almost simultaneously. Both sides quickly readied themselves for battle.
After a brief standoff, they realized that neither side intended to make the first move. Consequently, they agreed to engage in a limited form of interaction.
Jeremy took a closer look at the injured warrior. The warrior was leaning against a partially collapsed wall. Although his armor appeared relatively intact, deep wounds were visible on his face.
As Jeremy assessed the warrior, the injured man was also trying to gather information about Jeremy and Ritchie.
"Who are you? Why are you here? We mean no harm! We don't intend to attack you!" the wounded warrior exclaimed.
Jeremy replied directly, "I'm not here to deceive you. I have no ties to the so-called 'supervisors' you speak of. I don't even know who they are. We came here to achieve our own objectives. Our goal is to find the White Tower within the Tower of Exile. If possible, we even hope to completely eradicate the White Tower!"
Of course, Jeremy's statement was not entirely truthful. While this mission was indeed aimed at the White Tower, Jeremy was well aware of his own capabilities. He believed that he and Ritchie alone were not strong enough to defeat the White Tower in battle. His true aim was to clarify the unknown circumstances surrounding the anomaly in the map he carried within the Tower of Exile.
Upon hearing the first half of Jeremy's speech, the expression on the injured warrior's face remained unchanged. He continued to regard Jeremy with a wary gaze.
However, when the injured warrior heard Jeremy mention the Tower of Exile and the White Tower, his expression softened somewhat.
"Is what you're saying true? How can you prove your words?" the wounded warrior asked Jeremy again. Although he remained cautious, his tone had mellowed significantly from before.
Jeremy smiled and replied, "I honestly don't know how to prove that we aren't your enemies! But I do know that I can quickly demonstrate that the White Tower is the real enemy!"
After saying this, Jeremy pulled a data storage device from his pocket. This device contained High-Dimensional Data that Jeremy had obtained from the White Tower within the historical mist. The existence of this High-Dimensional Data proved that Jeremy had engaged in intense battles with the White Tower.
Under normal circumstances, the White Tower would never give away its High-Dimensional Data to anyone, as it was crucial to their existence.
Upon seeing the High-Dimensional Data in the storage device, the injured warrior finally began to believe Jeremy's words.
"It seems you truly aren't a pawn of the supervisors! Then I don't need to be so wary of you! But you mustn't go any further; if you do, you will be discovered by the supervisors' lackeys. The entire town is completely under their control! I've been hiding here for a while, and I fear our location will soon become unsafe."
After fully trusting Jeremy, the wounded warrior shared his situation with him. He also urged Jeremy to leave quickly, not wanting anyone else to fall into danger. He felt powerless to protect others and could only offer a warning. The power of the supervisors was overwhelming, and he had nearly exhausted his own strength; he no longer hoped to defeat them.
Jeremy shook his head.
"I can't leave the town! I just arrived here from the dark region, and I need to keep moving! Perhaps only by heading to the center of the town can I find more clues. That's the only way I can discover how to defeat the White Tower. If you don't plan to join us, then you can stay here. Regardless, we will accomplish our goal."
Jeremy spoke with unwavering determination. After hearing Jeremy's words, the injured warrior smiled.
His smile conveyed a complex mix of emotions. It was laced with sarcasm, sorrow, and disappointment. He felt that no one could defeat the supervisors anymore; another fool had just come to meet his end, completely unaware of the gravity of the situation. He could barely hold on much longer and didn't want anyone else to die in front of him.
"Why are you mocking me? Do you think my efforts will surely fail?" Jeremy retorted directly at the injured warrior.
The wounded warrior nodded. "Of course, you will fail! Because you have no idea just how powerful the supervisors are!"
After saying this, the injured warrior recounted his previous experiences in detail.
As Jeremy and Ritchie listened to the warrior's story, their hearts grew heavy. It turned out that the wounded warrior before them was not as simple as he appeared; he was actually a god of war from another world. In his world, he embodied courage and brutality, two traits that could play significant roles in warfare.
The god of war did not know when he was born; he only knew that he had protected his world for a very long time after his creation. Until one day, a deity born from chaos suddenly appeared in his realm. This chaotic deity stripped away all the powers the god of war possessed. Moreover, this deity from the chaos also seized the warrior's soul.
From the warrior's description, Jeremy and Ritchie quickly deduced that the chaotic deity he spoke of was none other than Fool. Only Fool had the overwhelming power to strip away the strength and soul of a deity from another world.
After the god of war's powers and soul were taken, the residual divinity was banished to the Tower of Exile. Although he had lost the vast majority of his strength, as a god of war, he still possessed extensive combat experience. In facing the enemies within the Tower of Exile, the god of war managed to escape their control.
Despite the constant pursuit of the supervisors, represented by the White Tower, he ultimately evaded capture. However, during his escape, the god of war sustained severe injuries. Not long ago, he had fled to this place and hidden himself on the outskirts of the town.
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"Do you understand now? As a deity, I couldn't even defeat the supervisors within the Tower of Exile. How could you possibly defeat them? For your own good, you should leave here quickly! I don't know how to escape the town, but since you managed to get in, you must have a way to get out, right?"
The injured god of war's voice grew weaker as he spoke. It was clear that he could not hold on much longer.
"You advise us to leave, but do you not plan to escape yourself? If we had a way to flee, would you come with us?" Jeremy asked directly.
A faint smile struggled to appear on the pale face of the injured god of war. He knew he was beyond saving and that he could not defeat the supervisors; the failures in battle had worn him down to the bone.
"I'm tired! I don't have the strength to keep running! I can only stay here and wait for my inevitable death! I think I've accepted reality."
The god of war's response moved both Ritchie and Jeremy slightly. However, Jeremy quickly replied, "You won't find your final death here. Once your power fades, the divinity that remains within you will turn into a burning flame. That flame will be trapped in a lantern and sent into the endless darkness."
As Jeremy spoke, Ritchie finally managed to connect all the pieces of information he had gathered earlier. The injured god of war believed he had successfully escaped, but in reality, all his actions were unwittingly following the plans laid out by the White Tower and Fool.
Any deity cast into the Tower of Exile would attempt to escape by any means possible. In the process, they would inevitably draw closer to the tower's lowest depths. No matter how powerful a deity was, by the time they reached the bottom of the Tower of Exile, they would have exhausted nearly all of their strength. Ultimately, they would lose their self-awareness there.
A deity without self-awareness and the last remnants of their power would turn into a burning flame. At that point, the cyclops controlled by the White Tower could carry these flames to the graves of deities at the edge of the Dark River.
Jeremy relayed the information he had uncovered to the injured god of war. Upon understanding, the expression on the warrior's face grew even more desolate.
"They're just too powerful. No matter how hard we try, we can't unravel their schemes. You don't need to stay here with me; you should hurry to complete your mission. Let me wait for my end alone."
The injured god of war's words frustrated Jeremy.
"Don't you want to escape the fate of death? If you join us, you can still regain the power you once had!" Jeremy said confidently to the wounded warrior.