Chapter 145 The Trial!!
Navelette stopped and stood twenty meters away from the Asura God.
He raised his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the five thrones on the high platform, and then over the terrified gods around him.
"Should we kill him with a single blow? Or crush him like a bedbug?"
Navelette shook her head. "No, that's too monotonous. It lacks beauty, and it lacks... a sense of ritual."
"A sense of ritual?"
The evil god, who had been silent all along, suddenly sneered, "So you spared his life just so he could come to the realm of gods to die? What kind of ritual is this?"
"Sending them to their deaths?"
Navelette looked at the god of evil with the same gaze one would give an illiterate person.
You've misunderstood.
Navis raised her hand, palm up, making a gesture to show the entire room.
"A grand funeral requires burial goods to match it."
His voice remained steady and calm, as if he were reading a pre-prepared list.
"Eighteen first-level deities served as nails on the coffin."
"Thirty-six second-level deities were made into soil to fill the grave."
"As for those two hundred or so priests..."
Navelette sighed softly, "It can barely be considered as paper money scattered in front of the tombstone."
The entire audience erupted in uproar.
Anger instantly overwhelmed fear.
These revered deities, in their respective legends, are rulers worshipped by billions of beings. Now, in the mouth of this outsider, they have become nails, dirt, and paper money?
"Arrogant!!!"
A first-level deity with fire attributes could no longer tolerate this humiliation. His entire body erupted in flames, and his battle axe burst into flames. "You think you can wreak havoc here just because you blocked one attack…?"
"And you."
Navelette interrupted him abruptly.
His gaze swept past the crowd and locked onto the four god-kings on the steps.
"The Four God-Kings."
Navelette held up four fingers. "Your divinity, your authority, all the rules you are so proud of."
"It will be the most magnificent offering at this funeral."
Buzz—
The crystal in the Asura God's hand began to vibrate violently.
The remnant soul of Tang San inside seemed to understand these words. The gray currents churned wildly, crashing against the crystal wall and emitting a silent roar.
He could tell.
This madman... This madman not only wants to kill him, but also wants to drag the entire divine realm down with him!
"This is the sense of ritual I'm looking for."
Looking at the terrified, distorted face inside the crystal, for the first time, a faint hint of satisfaction appeared in Navelette's voice.
"It seems you understood. This fear is even more intense than before."
"Enough!"
A loud shout interrupted Villette's words.
The God of Destruction suddenly took a step forward.
boom!
The purplish-black destructive intent exploded like a physical entity, blasting several secondary deities around it away.
His cloak shattered instantly under the onslaught of the violent divine power, revealing a face covered in purplish-black demonic patterns and a body so strong it was almost deformed.
"Playing tricks!"
The God of Destruction's crimson eyes were fixed on Vilette, two visible puffs of white breath escaping from his nostrils. "A sense of ritual? Burial with the dead? You think you can scare us with a show of empty city tactics here?"
He turned to look at the God of Asura, his tone urgent and agitated: "Asura! Don't be fooled! That barrier just now was definitely his last trump card! It was some kind of one-time use absolute defensive artifact! Look at his aura..."
There was absolutely no sign of divine power flowing; he was just bluffing!
The Asura God narrowed his eyes.
He was analyzing quickly.
really.
If Vilette had relied on her own strength to withstand that level of defense, the energy fluctuations around her would have been extremely intense. But now, Vilette remained as calm as an ordinary person.
There is only one explanation.
He used up some kind of irreplaceable life-saving method.
"For these few words of nonsense, we wasted our only life-saving charm."
The God of Destruction grinned and reached out to grab at the void.
Sizzle—
Space was torn apart.
A massive scepter crackling with purplish-black lightning appeared in his hand.
The Scepter of Destruction.
Super artifact.
"Since you crave a sense of ceremony, then I will grant your wish!"
The God of Destruction slightly bent his knees, and the floor of the divine realm beneath his feet instantly became covered with spiderweb-like cracks. "I will shatter every bone in your body and piece them together to form the word 'death'! This is the ritual I'm giving you!"
"Destruction! Beware of a trap!" the God of Kindness cried out instinctively.
But it was too late.
"Die!!!"
The God of Destruction wouldn't listen to a word.
He was fed up with Vilette's condescending gaze. He was an elder of the divine realm, the God-King who ruled over destruction; no one could be so arrogant before him!
Thump!
The ground collapsed.
The figure of the God of Destruction vanished instantly, transforming into a streak of purplish-black lightning, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through space, heading straight for Vilette's face.
quick.
So fast that even thinking can't keep up.
This attack contained no fancy techniques, only pure power and the will to destroy.
Wherever it passed, space shattered like glass, revealing the dark void turbulence.
A hundred meters can be covered in an instant.
The Scepter of Destruction, carrying terrifying kinetic energy capable of sinking a continent, slammed down on Vilette's head.
"Let's see what you're going to use to block this!!!"
The roar of the God of Destruction caused everyone's eardrums to ache.
Just when the scepter was less than half a meter from Villette's forehead.
Navelette finally moved.
He did not back down.
There was no dodge.
They didn't even raise the scepter that symbolized power.
He simply raised his left hand.
It was slow and casual, like catching a falling leaf.
"There's no water here?"
Navelette suddenly asked a completely unrelated question.
The next second.
*Smack*
A soft sound.
The scepter of destruction, imbued with the power to destroy the world, remained suspended in mid-air.
It stopped in Villette's black-gloved palm.
still.
Absolute stillness.
The God of Destruction's sinister grin froze. He felt as if his scepter had smashed into a mountain—no, into an endless, deep sea. The terrifying recoil traveled back through the scepter, shaking...
His tiger's mouth split open, and purple divine blood splattered everywhere.
"How...how is this possible?!"
The God of Destruction's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He frantically channeled his divine power, and purplish-black lightning bolts lashed out at Vilette's palm along his scepter.
But this is meaningless.
The lightning bolts vanished without a trace the moment they touched Villette's palm, as if they had disappeared into thin air.
"I said that."
As Navelette gazed upon the God of Destruction so close at hand, the ancient dragon's radiance finally shone in his pale purple vertical pupils.
"All things originate from water."
"And I am the source."
Rumble—
The sky in the realm of gods suddenly changed.
The once golden sky instantly darkened.
It's not a dark cloud.
It is the sea.
A vast, deep blue ocean, seemingly suspended upside down in the sky, appeared out of nowhere.
This is no ordinary water; it is the water of the primordial womb, the amniotic fluid that nurtures all life, and also the flood that engulfs all civilizations.
A moist atmosphere instantly filled the entire arid divine realm.
The gods were horrified to discover that their armor was beginning to rust and that their divine weapons were leaking water droplets.
"In my courtroom."
Navelette clenched her five fingers, gripping the Scepter of Destruction tightly.
Click!
The divine artifact let out a mournful cry, and cracks actually appeared under Vilette's finger force.
The God of Destruction tried to extricate himself, but found his body completely immobile. The surrounding air had transformed into a high-density fluid—the law of water—that was compressing his divine essence from all sides.
"When did it become the sinner's turn to strike first?"
Vilette's voice remained calm, but to the God of Destruction, it sounded like the roar of a giant sea monster.
"Trespass."
Navelette uttered those two words.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, he grabbed the Scepter of Destruction, and together with the God of Destruction holding the scepter, swung it fiercely towards the ground.
This is just a simple downward pressing motion.
But in that instant, the ocean hanging upside down in the sky seemed to crash down heavily along with his movement.
"Get out of here."
boom!!!!!!
The entire central hub of the divine realm trembled violently.
A visible shockwave swept out, crushing the ruins within a few hundred meters into dust once again.
Smoke and dust billowed up.
The Asura God instinctively raised his hand to block the flying shards of stone.
Wait until the smoke and dust dissipate slightly.
Everyone witnessed the scene that froze their souls.
Navelette remained standing in the same spot, her posture upright, without moving an inch.
And in front of him.
That once invincible god of destruction now lies at the bottom of a giant pit tens of meters deep.
His body was twisted at an eerie angle, his chest caved in, and the super artifact, the Scepter of Destruction, was broken in two and stuck in his shoulder.
Purple divine blood gushed out like a fountain, quickly forming a pool of blood at the bottom of the pit.
The God of Destruction opened his mouth wide, wanting to scream, but only a hissing sound like a broken bellows could be heard from his throat.
He can't move.
An invisible hand—the materialized pressure of an ancient dragon—was pressing down on him, pinning the god-king to the ground like a specimen.
Navelette stood at the edge of the pit, looking down at the writhing mass of rotting flesh at the bottom, and gently straightened her sleeves.
Her movements were as graceful as if she were tidying up tableware.
Navelette didn't look at Frynn, who was pacing back and forth, nor at the twitching mass of rotting flesh in the pit.
He raised the hand that had just suppressed the God of Destruction and gently patted non-existent dust off his sleeve.
The movements were very gentle.
But in the deathly silent realm of the gods, these few light taps were like heavy hammer blows to the eardrums of all the deities.
"This is your God-King."
Navelette lowered her hand, her gaze finally sweeping over her surroundings.
Those secondary deities and priests who had already retreated to the edge of the main hall were now like a flock of quails with hunting rifles pointed at them, their bodies pressed tightly against the cold white jade wall.
No one dared to speak.
Only the chattering of teeth echoed incessantly.
"Now that the main offering has been brought in..."
Navelette strode towards the crowd. "Then, the remaining steps should begin."
"What...what do you want to do?"
A second-level deity spoke in a hoarse voice. He gripped a broadsword with both hands, but the tip of the sword was pointing at the ground, constantly striking the floor with a clinking sound.
Navilette did not answer.
He was just passing by.
The moment his leather boots touched a meter in front of the deity.
*Smack*
A crisp sound.
Before the second-level deity could even let out a scream, he burst open like a balloon filled with red paint without warning.
There was no fluctuation of divine power.
There are no skill visual effects.
Even Navelette didn't glance at him.
Just because Villette walked over, the blood in his body seemed to be summoned by some supreme imperial power, defying the restraints of his blood vessels and skin, and bursting out of his body in the most violent way he had ever done.
Thump.
The shriveled corpse, devoid of all fluids, slumped to the ground like a tattered piece of parchment.
Only that cloud of blood mist did not land.
They hovered in mid-air, quickly coalescing into a fist-sized, blood-red water sphere, which floated behind Vilette.
"one."
Navelette calmly counted off.
This count-call is the starting gun.
"Run! Run fast!!!"
I don't know who shouted it out loud.
The crowd erupted.
More than two hundred deities fled in all directions like madmen. They burned their divine power, tore through space, and even overdrawn their life essence to activate secret techniques.
But in Gu Long's court, running away is the greatest contempt.
"quiet."
Navilette stopped and gently tapped her scepter on the ground.
Thump.
The sound wasn't loud, but it traveled along the ground to every corner.
The next second.
Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!
A continuous series of explosions echoed across the ruins of the divine palace.
Those still flying in mid-air, tearing through space, those who have just taken their first steps...
Whether it's a first-level god or a priest.
Whether it was the powerful beast god or the elemental god who was already trembling.
In that instant, everything exploded.
More than two hundred blood-red fireworks bloomed in the same second.
The once magnificent divine realm was instantly stained crimson. The thick stench of blood overpowered the sulfurous smell in the air, making everyone nauseous.
Navelette stood amidst the rain of blood.
The splattered blood was deflected by an invisible film of water half a meter away from him.
And behind him.
The two hundred-plus blood-red water spheres floated in the air, like a string of eerie yet solemn prayer beads.
"The paper money has all been burned."
Navelette turned around and looked at the three remaining god-kings on the high platform.
The evil god froze.
He looked at the desiccated corpses scattered on the ground. These were the backbone of the divine realm, the cogs that kept this plane running. In the blink of an eye, they were all gone.
He did not die in battle.
It was erased.
It's like someone wiping the table with a rag, and the dust is gone.
"devil..."
The Goddess of Kindness covered her mouth, her stomach convulsing violently. She had witnessed countless deaths, but never such a massacre as the disposal of garbage.
"devil?"
Navilette looked at her, a hint of confusion in her voice, "Isn't cleaning up dirt a virtue?"
"We must kill him!!!"
The Asura God let out a shrill roar.
When fear reaches its extreme, it becomes madness.
He knew he couldn't escape.
Since Vilet could instantly detonate the blood of all the gods, it was only a matter of time before she could detonate theirs as well.
(End of chapter)