Chapter 144 Navelette, crushing the God King.
Goddess of Life.
Her mouth was sealed by divine power, preventing her from making a sound. She could only stare intently at Navelette as she walked in with her bloodshot eyes, shaking her head desperately.
Tears streamed down her cheeks and dripped onto the pure white floor.
That was the only noise.
"really."
Navelette looked at the tragic state of the Goddess of Life and said calmly, "In order to unify the will, even colleagues must be eliminated. This is what you call 'divine order'."
"Order is built upon absolute power."
The Asura God rose from his throne.
He was tall, his dark red armor flowing with lava-like patterns. With each movement, the entire divine realm creaked under the strain.
"Navilette".
The Asura God called out this name.
He didn't act immediately, but instead looked down at the two people below the steps as if they were two large rats that had willingly climbed into a rat trap.
"You did a good job in the lower realm. You rewrote the rules, established a new order, and even gained a large number of believers."
The Asura God even clapped twice.
Snap, snap.
The applause was weak and sounded particularly jarring in the deathly silent hall.
"But you made a fatal mistake."
The Asura God descended the steps one by one, with the God of Destruction following closely behind.
"You shouldn't have come here."
The God of Destruction's voice was hoarse, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together, "In Douluo Continent, you are the darling of the world's will, and you can suppress the rules. But this is the central hub of the God Realm."
boom!
The God of Destruction suddenly opened his arms.
The purplish-black destructive intent erupted like a tsunami, instantly filling every inch of space.
The gods standing on both sides retreated, their faces showing reverence.
"Here, all rules are set by us," the God of Destruction laughed maniacally. "Every cloud, every gust of wind, even every breath you take obeys the Council of the Gods! Here, you..."
"You're not the Dragon King; you're just an outsider!"
The gust of air forced Funina to take a half-step back, forcing her to hold her hat down.
"It's so noisy."
She hid behind Villette and muttered, "Does this big guy have coal stuck in his throat? Why is he talking so loudly?"
Navelette ignored the God of Destruction's demonstration.
He simply watched the Asura God in silence.
"So, this is your source of confidence?"
Navelette raised her scepter and pointed around, "A slightly larger violent gang, plus a closed, greenhouse environment."
"That's enough."
The Asura God stopped ten meters away from Navelette.
He raised his right hand.
Buzz—
The crimson crystal flew from the armrest of the throne into his palm.
All eyes were focused on the crystal.
That was Tang San's remnant soul.
At this moment, the gray gas flow inside the crystal had reached its boiling point.
Even without vocal organs, everyone could sense the ecstatic joy of that remnant soul. It was striking the crystal wall, it was trembling, it was expressing an emotion in the most primal way—
Kill him!
Kill him!
"Did you see it clearly?"
The Asura God held up the crystal, reflecting Vilette's image onto its surface. "Your enemy is right here. Watch how I chop him to pieces, extract his soul, and stuff it into this crystal for you."
"Companion."
The distorted human face inside the crystal nodded frantically, and the gray energy churned into the shapes of the Chinese character "杀" (kill).
"What a touching bond between master and student."
Navelette stared at the crystal, her pale purple vertical pupils utterly unmoved. "Even as a mere remnant, it doesn't forget to crave the suffering of others. This pure malice is more than what you..."
These hypocritical gods are more interesting.
"Sharp-tongued and quick-witted."
The evil god sneered, slamming his dark spear heavily on the ground. "Brother, stop wasting time talking to him. Delay will only make things worse; there's something strange about this dragon."
"What's the rush?"
The Asura God waved his hand.
He enjoys the feeling of being in control.
The prey was already in the cage, and he wanted to play with it a little longer.
"Navilette, I'll give you a chance."
The Asura God pointed at the Life Goddess kneeling on the ground, "Kneel down, sever your limbs, and offer up your dragon core. I might consider leaving you a whole corpse, or even making you a watchdog in this divine realm."
"If you refuse..."
The Asura God slowly drew his Asura Demon Sword.
A burst of red light erupted.
It was a sharpness born purely for killing. In the very instant the sword was revealed, countless fine black cracks were sliced open in the surrounding space.
"I will skin you alive and tear out your tendons, and turn your companions into dolls, so that they may suffer divine punishment for all eternity."
The entire room fell silent.
All the gods held their breath, awaiting the collapse of Navelette.
Faced with the overwhelming pressure of a god-king, no one could remain calm.
Even Funina, who was behind Vilette, was now gripping Vilette's clothes tightly, her knuckles turning white.
She wasn't afraid of death.
She's afraid of pain.
"That Vilette…" Fryna whispered, "Why don't we beat them up? That red guy looks so arrogant, I really don't like the look in his eyes."
"Um."
Navelette nodded.
He looked at the God of Asura as if he were looking at a verdict full of typos.
"I originally thought that the so-called divine realm should at least retain some reverence for life."
Vilett's voice wasn't loud, but it pierced through the overwhelming divine pressure and echoed clearly in the ears of every god.
"But what I saw was just a bunch of ticks crawling on the foundations of the world, sucking its blood."
"You have monopolized the path to ascension, kept the creatures of the lower realms captive, glorified plunder as a blessing, and called slaughter righteousness."
Navelette slowly raised her hand and unbuttoned one button on her collar.
The movement was slow and elegant.
But in the eyes of the Asura God, this was the greatest provocation.
"You're saying this is your home turf?"
Navelette asked softly.
"That's right!" roared the God of Destruction. "There is no water element here! Only pure divine power! Your water manipulation ability is useless here!"
"There is no water element..."
Navelette repeated it.
His lips remained unusually unchanged, but the purple light in his eyes suddenly intensified to an extreme.
"All things originate from water."
"Blood is water."
"Water is also the carrier of divine power."
"Since you think this is a greenhouse..."
Navilette slammed her scepter against the ground.
Thump!
This time, it wasn't a dull sound.
Instead, it was a thunderclap.
It was the sound of some ancient, grand heartbeat, perhaps even older than this realm of gods.
"Then I'll break this glass."
Navelette took a step forward.
"Do it!!!"
The Asura God instantly sensed that something was wrong.
The aura emanating from Vilette changed.
If he was just a bottomless lake before, now, beneath that lake, an ancient behemoth has opened its eyes.
That feeling of palpitation sent chills down the spine of the Asura God.
We can't wait any longer.
"Form ranks! Light of Judgment!"
The Asura God roared and raised the Asura Demon Sword high in his hand.
Rumble—
Good, evil, and destruction—the three great god-kings acted simultaneously.
The purplish-black destructive lightning, the white flames of kindness, the black aura of evil, and the scarlet killing sword light of the Asura God.
The four supreme divine powers converged in the air, transforming into a mixed beam of light with a diameter of over 100 meters.
That was an attack powerful enough to pierce through the stars.
At the same time, the more than two hundred deities behind them also moved.
Countless divine techniques poured down like a torrential rain.
Fire, frost, storms, rocks...
Multicolored light engulfed the area where Navelette and Funina were located.
There are no blind spots.
There was no room to hide.
This was a saturation attack.
"Die!!!"
The God of Destruction roared, his eyes turning bloodshot.
The space of the divine realm collapsed completely at this moment, and countless spatial turbulences were swept into it, turning that area into chaos.
The crystal in the Asura God's hand vibrated wildly.
Tang San's remnant soul clung to the crystal wall, staring intently at the center of the explosion.
Although he couldn't see the image clearly, he could feel the destructive energy fluctuations.
No one can survive such an attack.
Even the Dragon God wouldn't work.
A cold smile appeared on the lips of the Asura God, and he was about to deliver the final blow with his longsword.
But the next second...
His smile froze on his face.
What is that...?
At the center of the overwhelming divine light, deep within the chaotic spatial storm.
A touch of blue light appeared.
It's very light.
Yet its resilience is so profound that it inspires despair.
The blue glow was not glaring; in fact, it was quite soft.
But in the heart of that devastating energy storm, this gentleness was like a steel nail driven into an eyeball, causing all the gods to hold their breath for a moment.
The storm is still raging.
The purplish-black destructive lightning, the white flames of kindness, the scarlet Asura sword energy, and the elemental torrents unleashed by over two hundred deities, resembled a pack of frenzied, tearing beasts, attempting to destroy the central point of blue...
Chew thoroughly.
That's enough energy to plow through a plane like Douluo Continent ten times over.
However, that touch of blue was there.
Do not move.
It doesn't shake.
It is indestructible.
Not even the edge of the light showed the slightest ripple.
That was absolute isolation.
It's like forcibly cutting out a perfect circle from a piece of paper covered in doodles. Outside the circle lies destructive chaos, while inside, even the wind is still.
"Cough cough..."
The girl's voice came from inside the circle.
Funina raised a hand and fanned herself in front of her. Her ornate hat wasn't dusty, but she still habitually patted the brim twice, her expression as if she had just passed someone putting on an act.
The construction site is under repair.
"Flashbangs of this intensity are really bad for your eyes."
She complained, peeking half her head out from behind Navelette and looking at the distorted energy flows outside, "And it's so loud. Navelette, could you please let me know in advance next time something like this so I can bring earplugs?"
Or sunglasses would be fine too.
Navelette did not turn around.
He remained in the same posture, holding the scepter in one hand, the tip of the scepter lightly touching the ground.
That indestructible blue barrier was the ancient dragon's power radiating outwards from the tip of the staff.
"Feel sorry."
Navelette calmly stated, "This level of noise is a necessary prelude to ensure the audience is emotionally engaged."
"audience?"
Funina blinked her heterochromatic eyes. "You mean those guys outside with their mouths agape like goldfish?"
Right now.
The energy storm outside finally exhausted its last bit of kinetic energy, turning into countless points of light and dissipating.
The plaza of the Divine Palace has been leveled three stories high, leaving only the charred bases of the once magnificent white jade pillars.
And in the center of this ruin.
Navelette didn't even straighten his collar. His robes hung smoothly, without even the slightest wrinkle.
A deathly silence enveloped the entire venue.
Clang.
A third-level deity dropped his spear, which crashed onto the metal floor.
The crisp sound was like a switch, causing the frozen deities to twitch violently.
The third-level deity lowered his head, looking at his palm. His hand was trembling, shaking uncontrollably, the knuckles cracking softly.
It wasn't just him.
All the deities present felt a chill seep from their spines. It was the instinctive physiological freeze that living beings experience when faced with incomprehensible higher-dimensional beings.
"Completely unharmed?"
The Goddess of Kindness's voice was somewhat hoarse. She subconsciously tightened her grip on the scepter, her fingernails scraping against the blade with a teeth-grinding sound.
That attack just now was the strongest combined force since the establishment of the Divine Realm Committee.
Let alone the Dragon God.
Even if the Golden Dragon King, who caused chaos in the divine realm back then, were to be resurrected, he would be reduced to ashes by this attack.
But now, the other person's breathing rate is not even out of control.
"How is this possible..."
The Asura God stared intently at Vilet. The veins on the back of his hand, which gripped the Asura Demon Sword, bulged like earthworms that had come to life at that moment.
This phenomenon, which was beyond his comprehension, gave him a long-lost sense of absurdity.
His gaze unconsciously fell on the blood-red crystal in his left palm.
Inside the crystal.
Tang San's remnant soul stopped its impact.
The distorted human face was pressed against the crystal wall, its eye sockets black holes, staring intently in Vilette's direction.
The gray airflow stagnated inside the crystal, as if it too was stunned.
"Are you surprised?"
Navelette noticed the gaze of the Asura God. He tilted his head slightly, looking at the crystal. "Or do you also find it incredible?"
The Asura God remained silent. His chest heaved violently, and a low growl, like that of a wild beast grinding its teeth, emanated from his throat.
"Actually, I've always had a question."
Navilette released the scepter, letting it hover beside him. He took a step, his leather boots making a rhythmic, crisp sound on the scorched ground.
Tap, tap, tap.
He was walking toward the gods.
One person confronts more than two hundred gods.
But as he advanced, the two hundred-plus deities all simultaneously took a step back. The clanging of their armor created a continuous sound, making them appear extremely disheveled.
"When I was in the lower realm, I had the opportunity to completely erase his consciousness."
Navelette pointed to the crystal in the Asura God's hand, "But I didn't. I deliberately preserved his most complete sense of pain, his clearest perception, and this wisp of his remnant soul."
The Asura God's eye twitched slightly.
"What do you want to say?" The voice of the Asura God was hoarse.
"I'm wondering, for a sinner who calls himself a god-king and has stolen the world's power for tens of thousands of years, what kind of execution would be worthy of his status?"
(End of chapter)