Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 445 - 120: The Curse

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To say that Hypnos "watched the world burn" is not a poetic description but an actual depiction of the first layer of Hell.

Although the noisy wind tunnels that crisscross through rocks and stones had nothing that could serve as fuel, the Transcendent World does not adhere to the laws of physics. At this moment, with the invasion of the Demon Gods, the whole world erupted in turbulence.

It was an attraction and opposition between Origins, a resonance from the same power that emanated from Muspelheim, the Country of Flames. Therefore, the relevant laws of the realm were excited, causing a red hue to suffuse the relentless hurricane.

"Crackle—"

The great sword scraped against the phosphorus armor with a grating sound, but it was quite clear that the attack failed to pierce through this innate defense.

The fruitless strike was followed by no time for further action as Crius couldn’t help but change his expression and immediately dissipated into formless mist, dispersing into the void around him.

The next moment, a dark red shadow pierced through, turning the mist into nothingness as it passed. Its unstoppable momentum carried it to the land behind. Almost visibly to the naked eye, the ground and rocks at the impact site crumbled into the finest dust, then vanished without a trace with the wind.

The mist coalesced, and feeling his Divine Body slightly weakened, Crius had no time to marvel at the power of the Demon Gods, as he again retreated. In the next instant, a bloated, segmented worm leaped from the ground, the human face on its top contorting into a greedy grin as it lunged toward the entity in the sky.

Perhaps the body was too massive, perhaps it lacked profound combat Wisdom, or maybe it was because of a disparity in authority, but under Crius’s evasion, they should have passed each other by—if his opponent had nothing more to say.

But reality holds no ifs. In the distance, although a crack was plainly visible on its translucent wings, the colossal ’moth’ still spread its wings wide, and with it, a myriad of eyes also opened.

In an instant, a flood of chaotic emotions surged into Crius’s heart, disregarding the barrier of time and space.

Fear, panic, anger, envy, Deceit... They combined in various proportions, contained in every ’eye’ of the Demon God’s countless gazes.

When they opened simultaneously, they coalesced into millions of new emotions that together infiltrated Crius’s heart, causing the once Titan deity to stumble in his movements, his will falling into a state of Chaos.

Thus, in an instant, the leaping worm closed in on its target, its facial expressions on the body becoming even more sinister. At the moment of contact, the human face seemed to take a severe breath, and it could be seen that Crius’s Divine Body instantly shriveled.

"Hiss—Back off!"

A sense of emptiness rose from the depths, awakening Crius, who was still being bombarded with emotions. Instinctively slashing with his sword, he easily tore a huge wound through the worm’s body.

But this was of little significance, as the opponent’s body visibly recovered. Meanwhile, not only did a second ray of light infused with different powers come hurtling through the air, but a demon wreathed in flames also rushed toward him, wielding a Chain Sword.

"Damn—"

Cursing, Crius could only meet the advance with his sword. Although he was not a match, he wouldn’t be completely defeated in a moment.

After all, for an immortal Primordial deity, unless one burned oneself like the ancient God of Sun, or was tainted by a higher level of power, ordinary injuries were not fatal to a god and did not require much time to heal gradually. As long as the power hadn’t run dry, even if attacked thousands of times, he could still fully recover.

Swish—

Avoiding the sharp edge of the sword, dodging the incoming rays of light, and barely boosting his spirits by self-inflicted harm, Crius raised his great sword, aiming for the head of the Demon God.

This place lacked the thick phosphorus armor, maybe it could actually inflict some damage... The best defense is offense, a lesson he learned from participating in numerous godly battles.

As the sword fell, Crius allowed himself a small measure of bitter joy, finally able to wound the demon wrapped in the fires of Destruction. However, no sooner had the thought formed when the ensuing scene made his eyes widen and his form retreat explosively.

Perhaps sensing that it was about to be struck, the Demon God didn’t show fear but rather its eyes gleamed with intensified brutality and murderous intent. Engulfed in battle, its body was already ruled by instinct, so it bore down on the sword edge and charged forward.

The body began to disintegrate, flesh and blood combusting, with the demon making no attempt to evade the enemy’s attack but rolling into a ball, throwing itself onto the adversary, and then exploding beside Crius with a mighty blast in his horror-stricken gaze.

Boom—

The self-detonation of a Demon God raised a ’Sun’ in the dark and tumultuous tunnel, endless light and heat illuminating the vast land, and the tremendous roar and shaking shook the whole world.

As the blast occurred, the tunnels and cavities mined under the land for millennia vanished into nothing, and beneath the explosion site, billions of tons of earth turned into lakes of magma, then vaporized the next moment...

Even at the edges of the realm, Hypnos couldn’t help but be alarmed by this power and increased the output of his energy to barely prevent the two Demon Gods from awakening from their slumber.

In the center of the explosion, Crius, despite his best efforts to escape, was left with nothing but skeletal remnants and a few pieces of internal organs on his Divine Body.

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