Chapter 147 Good and Evil
"Those are the legendary marks of good and evil."
In the ruins at the corner, the Asura God clutched his chest, coughing up a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. His eyes were lifeless as he stared at the halo in mid-air. "The ultimate trump card left behind by the first generation of the Gods of Good and Evil... only..."
It can only be used when the realm of gods is destroyed.
The halo is still expanding.
The diameter rapidly expanded from ten meters to one hundred meters.
That earth-shattering pressure even surpassed the Dragon God's Claw from before.
This was the final blow delivered by two god-kings who sacrificed their lives and divine status.
"Outsiders!!!"
The voices of the god of good and the god of evil overlapped and emanated from the halo.
The sound was loud, distorted, and echoing, like a judgment from hell.
"Let us perish together with the divine realm!!!"
Boom!
The 100-meter-diameter dual-color light wheel started moving.
It's like a giant millstone; wherever it goes, everything—space, light, and even the remaining water of the womb—is sucked in and then crushed into the most primitive particles.
The water curtain shield in front of Vilette lasted for less than half a second.
*Smack*
The water curtain shattered.
The terrifying wind pressure made Violet's trench coat flutter loudly.
"oops!"
Furnessa gasped, quickly pressing down on her top hat and shrinking behind Navisette, tugging at his sleeve. "What a strong wind! My hat's going to fly off! Navisette, this looks like..."
Is it serious? Should we avoid it for now?
"avoid?"
Navelette turned her head and glanced at the girl tugging at her clothes.
His face remained expressionless.
It's like watching a gentle breeze sweep across the surface of a lake.
Why avoid it?
Navelette turned her gaze back to the giant halo that had already crushed ten meters in front of her.
That energy storm, powerful enough to tear apart the body of a first-level god, couldn't even blow away a single eyelash of his.
"No matter how dazzling the light."
Navelette raised her right hand.
No scepter was used.
It also did not mobilize the vast fetal sac.
He simply and unpretentiously extended his right hand, which was wearing a black glove.
Spread your five fingers.
Facing directly that rapidly spinning wheel of good and evil, which seemed capable of slicing through the world.
"It's all in vain in the face of the deep sea."
The moment the words fell.
Villette's palm pressed simply and directly onto the center of the halo.
Squeak!
The teeth-grinding scraping sound echoed through the sky.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
Navilette's hands were very steady.
It's as stable as a mountain.
That ultimate attack, which contained the life-long cultivation of two god-kings and was launched by burning their divine sparks, stopped abruptly in front of his palm.
It could not make any further progress.
The rapidly spinning edge of the energy continuously cut at Villette's palm, sending up countless sparks, but it couldn't even scratch the leather of his glove.
"How...is this possible..."
From inside the halo came the trembling groans of the God of Kindness.
She felt as if she had bumped into a wall of sighs.
No.
It is a planet.
"Is this what they call good and evil?"
Villette's voice pierced through the energy storm and clearly reached the ears of the two gods.
"It's not just noisy."
Navelette's five fingers suddenly clenched.
Click!
Several veins bulged on the back of Vilette's hand. The ancient dragon's physical power, enough to shatter the earth's crust, erupted completely at this moment.
"And it's fragile."
Navelette twisted her wrist.
collapse!!!!!
A crisp sound.
That enormous, hundred-meter-long, two-colored halo shattered instantly in Vilette's palm, like a cheap glass biscuit.
Countless black and white light spots splashed in all directions.
"puff!!!"
"ah!!!"
Two figures fell from the center of the explosion.
Divinity shattered.
The backlash came.
The evil god was covered in blood. He tried to adjust his posture in mid-air, but Vilette gave him no chance.
The tall man took a step forward.
Shrinking the earth to an inch.
Navelette's leather boots slammed heavily onto the chest of the evil god.
There was no buffer.
Navelette, accompanied by the evil god, plummeted straight to the ground like a meteorite.
boom!
The earth trembled once more.
The ground was smashed into a crater tens of meters in diameter.
Bottom of the pit.
The evil god's chest cavity had completely collapsed, and his black divine heart had been crushed to pieces by that stomp. Black foam kept gushing from his mouth, his eyes rolled back, and only his limbs continued to twitch in the afterlife.
"evil!!!"
The God of Kindness, still falling through the air, let out a desperate cry.
She wanted to run away.
But a terrifying water pressure had already locked onto her.
Navelette stood atop the corpse of the evil god and slowly raised her head.
His pupils reflected the terrified face of the god of kindness.
"You come down too."
Navelette made a fist towards the sky.
Buzz!
Water molecules in the air instantly freeze.
A giant, semi-transparent water sphere appeared out of thin air, enveloping the God of Kindness.
"No... have mercy... I'm willing to be a slave! I'm willing..."
The god of kindness pounded against the water's walls, the sound distorted by the lack of oxygen.
Navelette did not speak.
He simply closed his five fingers slowly.
The water sphere, which was three meters in diameter, began to shrink rapidly.
compression.
Compress it again.
"Aaaaaaahh ...
The sounds of bones breaking, muscles squeezing, and finally a dull thud.
The water balloon instantly turned red.
When Navilette's hand clenched into a fist.
The water ball was now only the size of a glass bead.
As for the benevolent god within...
Its original form is no longer recognizable.
Navelette released her hand.
Snap.
The red bead fell to the ground and rolled next to the corpse of the evil god.
"Done."
Navelette turned around, took out a white handkerchief, and slowly wiped her fingers, which were not stained with blood. "Ms. Furnessa, are you satisfied with this outcome?"
"Hmm..."
Funina peeked into the horrific scene in the pit, wrinkled her nose in disgust, and fanned herself with her hand: "It was a bit violent, but at least it's more pleasing to the eye than those two third-party guys from before."
"But Violet, could you please not make such a commotion next time? My afternoon tea set almost shattered."
"Feel sorry."
Navelette threw the handkerchief on the corpse. "I'll be careful."
A corner of the ruins.
The Asura God gritted his teeth and held his breath.
He watched as Villette, with her back to him, chatted idly with the madwoman.
Chance.
This is the only chance.
Although good and evil are dead, their self-destructive attack was not entirely ineffective.
The massive energy shockwave shattered the defensive barrier of the divine palace and tore a tiny crack in the spatial seal.
It was less than fifty meters away from him.
A dark spatial rift is slowly healing.
Just get inside.
As long as you can get into the spacetime turbulence, even if you lose your godhood or become a mortal, at least you can survive!
The Asura God's hand stealthily reached for the Asura Demon Sword stuck in the ground beside him.
You cannot fly using divine power.
The monster would instantly detect any fluctuations in divine power.
You can only run using physical strength.
The Asura God took a deep breath, then suddenly bit his tongue.
puff!
He spat a mouthful of blood onto the demonic sword.
Buzz.
The demonic sword emitted a low hum, instantly disintegrating and transforming into countless blood-red runes that merged into the legs of the Asura God.
"Blood Release: Asura Shadow!"
There are no fancy lighting effects.
The Asura God was like a red lizard, on all fours, clinging to the ground covered with gravel and mud, bursting forth with its fastest speed ever.
Whoosh!
He dared not turn around.
The wind whistled in my ears like the howling of ghosts and wolves.
It'll be soon!
Forty meters!
Thirty meters!
The monster didn't react! He was still talking to the woman!
That was the hope of life!
A look of wild joy flashed in the eyes of the Asura God. He was the God-King who ruled over slaughter, and he had an instinctive instinct to escape.
Twenty meters!
Ten meters!
The crack was right in front of us.
Inside was a chaotic and disordered temporal storm, but in the eyes of the current Asura God, it was even more welcoming than heaven.
"They survived!!!"
The Asura God roared inwardly.
He pushed off the ground with both feet, his body soaring into the air as he lunged toward the closing black crack.
It's getting closer.
We're closer now.
His upper body had already plunged into the crack, and the cold, turbulent void swept across his face, giving him a long-lost sense of security.
If only one more second passed, his lower body could also enter, then the crack would close, and he would be completely free.
However.
Just as his waist was about to cross that boundary.
That sense of security came to an abrupt end.
One hand.
A large, powerful, and irresistible hand wearing a black leather glove.
It gently, yet undeniably, rested on his left shoulder.
That instant.
The Asura God felt his blood freeze.
His half-body, which had already ventured into the void, froze in mid-air, like a specimen nailed in place.
A familiar, faint, fishy smell, so strong it made his soul tremble, wafted from behind him.
"Are you in such a hurry to leave?"
Villette's voice rang in his ears.
It's very light.
They were even very polite.
But to the Asura God, this sound was ten thousand times more terrifying than the loud noise that had just shattered the Wheel of Good and Evil.
The Asura God mechanically turned his head.
His neck made a cracking sound.
The gaze went past the shoulder.
He met a pair of unwavering, vertical purple pupils.
Navelette stood behind him, as if she had never moved. She wasn't even looking at the God of Asura; instead, she was adjusting the cuff of her other hand.
"you..."
The Asura God's teeth chattered violently, making a cracking sound. His eyeballs bulged bloodshot with extreme fear, almost popping out of their sockets. "You...how..."
"Shhh."
Navelette raised her index finger and put it to her lips.
Then.
The hand resting on the Asura God's shoulder slowly tightened.
Five fingers clasped into the divine body.
Divine blood seeped out from the edge of Vilette's glove.
"Don't rush."
Navelette looked at the Asura God's face, contorted with despair, and calmly delivered her final verdict:
"Your turn is coming soon."
The hand gripping the Asura God's left shoulder did not immediately exert force.
It just stood there, like an old friend greeting you after a long separation.
But the Asura God felt no temperature. Through the black leather gloves, he felt a sense of oppression even heavier than the turbulent void.
Click, click, click.
A faint cracking sound came from the Asura God's shoulder blade.
It wasn't an instantaneous break, but rather the sickening metallic fatigue sound of a hydraulic press squeezing steel.
"Ah...uh..."
The Asura God's eyes were bloodshot and bulging outwards. He wanted to scream, but the air in his lungs froze due to extreme fear, and he could only manage a few intermittent breaths from his throat.
His lower body remained on the soil of the ruins of the divine realm, while his upper body reached into the void, his whole being resembling a taut bow.
"Let...let go..."
The Asura God clasped his hands behind his back, gripping Vilet's wrists tightly.
The fingernails dug into the black fabric, making a harsh scraping sound.
It's useless.
It remained completely still.
Navelette didn't even glance down at the bloodied hands gripping his wrists. He simply stared at the slowly healing spatial rift ahead, his pale purple vertical pupils reflecting the turbulent gray light.
"Since these hands have once touched the judgment of so many lives."
Navelette's voice was very soft, and it sounded somewhat distorted amidst the whistling wind around her.
"Then let's stay here."
The moment the words fell.
Navelette's five fingers suddenly tightened.
There are no fancy techniques involved.
It is pure, tyrannical, and unreasonable power.
Pfft!
Five fingers pierced directly through the Asura God's proud dark red divine armor, like inserting into a piece of rotten tofu, deeply digging into the gap between his collarbone and shoulder blade.
"Aa ...
A piercing scream finally broke through the blockage in her throat.
The Asura God's body convulsed violently, his legs kicking wildly in the air—a primal reaction of a creature subjected to extreme torture.
"return."
Navelette pulled her arm back.
collapse!!!
A loud bang, like leather being torn apart.
The Asura God's upper body, which had already ventured into the void, was forcibly pulled back.
But he didn't fully return.
Because Vilette did not release her left hand that was gripping the edge of the spatial rift.
Under the influence of that monstrous force powerful enough to move mountains, the Asura God's body instantly straightened into a straight line in mid-air.
Immediately afterwards.
Hiss—
Blood gushed out like a high-pressure water gun, splashing onto the invisible water wall in front of Vilette, leaving shocking red streaks.
The Asura God was thrown onto the muddy ground.
He rolled twice and stopped, covered in mud.
In Vilette's hands, she also held half a shoulder still attached to dark red armor, and an arm that was dripping blood.
At the fracture site, the white, jagged bone fragments were still visible, and the muscle fibers were twitching under the influence of nerve reflexes.
"Huff...huff...huff..."
The Asura God lay in the mud and water, his right eye covered by flowing blood.
He watched as the man holding his left arm, not far away, casually tossed the arm, imbued with the power of Asura, into the dirty puddle beside him, as if it were trash.
Snap.
A pool of black water was splashed up.
That was the arm of the God-King.
An arm that could once sever stars with a mere swing.
Now, however, it is soaking in mud mixed with vomit and bodily fluids, making it seem so cheap.
"Why..."
The Asura God struggled to get up, but as soon as he managed to prop himself up halfway, the excruciating pain sent him crashing back into the mud. "We...have no grudge against each other..."
(End of chapter)