Chapter 413: Devouring the Divine Right Leg
Phil’s unrestrained voice echoed through the sanctuary until late into the night, far exceeding Saint Monique’s previous… enthusiasm.
The education of the Flame Witch had achieved remarkable results, bringing tears to her eyes as she whimpered and swore she would never disobey him again.
Satisfied, Qin Chu finally left the Earth Mother Church, but he didn’t return to the Residence. Instead, he flew towards the location described in Augustus’s notes: the location of the divine right leg.
He felt a strong pull towards it.
…
Back at the Residence.
Angelica leaned against the windowsill, gazing at the moon, her slender body bathed in its soft light.
She wasn’t sleepy, always unusually alert at night, especially under the full moon.
The moonlight felt warm against her skin. Ever since she had glimpsed that figure on the moon and heard the whispers, a strange transformation had begun within her.
While her master had examined her thoroughly, finding no signs of corruption, her strength was increasing rapidly.
She had recently sensed a loosening of the Grand Mage bottleneck.
Normally, breaking through that bottleneck took years, sometimes even a lifetime.
But her progress was unusually fast.
She felt herself growing stronger every day.
The two moons seemed to focus their light upon her, their pale glow bathing her in a gentle warmth, a pure energy flowing into her.
She felt as if she would become a Grand Mage soon, perhaps even tomorrow.
A faint smile touched her lips.
Once she was a Grand Mage, while not as powerful as Shaye, Anthea, or Violet, she could at least be as useful as Heloise, Iyeta, or Norma.
It was a small, hopeful thought.
She didn’t desire more. This was enough.
The wind was sharp, like a knife, as he flew through the night, the dark forest below a blur.
The distance was considerable, but soon, the mountain range described in Augustus’s notes appeared in the distance.
He knew of five locations where the remains of Evil Gods were hidden:
The heart, which he had already consumed.
One in the Demon King’s Palace.
One in the Imperial Palace.
And this one.
And the fleshy mass in Sage Mountain, which had since turned to dust.
The ones in the palace and the Demon King’s Palace were inaccessible for now. This was his only opportunity.
As he reached the mountain, he frowned. It had completely collapsed in the earthquake. While Augustus had recorded the entrance’s location, it was now buried under rubble.
But the second heart within him was beating rapidly, indicating the leg’s proximity, likely only a few hundred meters below.
He wouldn’t give up so easily.
He took a deep breath, power surging through him, mana swirling around him.
A crimson meteor streaked across the sky.
Meteor Fall, a Super-tier spell.
Seconds later, the meteor slammed into the mountain.
Boom!
Rocks and debris were pulverized.
The shockwave rippled outwards, shattering trees, turning them into dust.
The meteor had created a massive crater, dozens of meters deep.
But it hadn’t reached the underground chamber.
He wasn’t worried. One meteor wasn’t enough? Then ten, twenty…
With his current mana reserves, casting a dozen or so Super-tier spells was trivial.
He waved his hand. Boom! Boom! Boom!
The ground trembled, the deafening explosions echoing, even reaching the Imperial City, startling its citizens, who feared another earthquake.
After the sixth or seventh meteor, he finally sensed something.
The meteor, after striking the ground, continued downwards, breaking through Augustus’s wards.
The surrounding earth was displaced, revealing a transparent magical barrier.
The meteor, now like a pebble, bounced harmlessly off a massive… something.
Knowing the heart had been hundreds of meters tall, he had anticipated the leg’s size, but seeing a portion of it through the barrier… it still made his heart pound.
He landed, entering the underground chamber.
The divine right leg was like a mountain range, stretching for thousands of meters.
Even a single hair was as thick as a tree trunk, swaying gently as if sensing the tremors from above.
But unlike the heart, the leg didn’t exert the same oppressive aura, perhaps because he had already consumed the heart.
He didn’t rush towards it, instead walking around it, examining it.
The wound at the severed hip was smooth, like polished glass.
He wondered how the gods of the Heavenly Continent had managed to kill such a colossal being.
Crimson droplets, like glistening berries, clung to the wound, a strangely beautiful sight.
He knew consuming this leg would grant him immense power.
But… eating a heart was one thing. Eating a leg… that was a bit much.
Of course, even with the Gluttony Divinity and the Devourer, he didn’t have to physically eat it. He could absorb it directly. Consuming the heart had been his first attempt, and he had been inexperienced.
But the leg was simply too large.
Digesting it completely would take forever. Perhaps he could divide it into smaller pieces.
But ordinary blades wouldn’t be able to cut it. After a moment of thought, he decided to try.
“Decomposition Divinity!”
He channeled the newly acquired divinity, directing it at the severed hip.
And something extraordinary happened.
A three-meter section of the leg detached itself.
Then, its flesh, muscles, bones, and blood separated, each component gathering in a different area.
It had worked! But this seemed to be the limit of its effect on the Evil God’s remains. It couldn’t reduce them to dust, like the chair.
The divinity was even more potent than he had anticipated.
And it hadn’t caused another earthquake.
He waved his hand, and a black mist emerged, forming into a pack of ravenous beasts, their jaws wide as they lunged at the scattered flesh and bones, devouring them.
The energy, absorbed by Hungry Wriggling, flowed into his body, settling beneath the Evil God’s heart, even reforming into the shape of the missing section.
The sapling’s roots instantly wrapped around it. It seemed quite pleased with this new… snack, forgiving him for his earlier transgression.
Qin Chu’s expression was strange. He hadn’t expected this to work.
He repeated the process, the Decomposition Divinity severing three-meter sections of the leg, Hungry Wriggling devouring them, the consumed flesh and bone reforming within his body.
The divine leg in the chamber shrank, while the leg within him grew.
He also used the Devourer, absorbing the lingering energy.
It was a strangely satisfying process.
After an unknown amount of time, he felt something within him…
click
A barrier had been broken.
Energy surged through his veins, his battle qi, mana, and even his divinities, increasing rapidly.
He knew…
He had reached level 90.
His stats skyrocketed, no longer measurable by conventional levels. He felt powerful enough to face even Loseweisse in her empowered state.
Chapter 414: Small and Cute
Without Shaye and Anthea sharing the experience, his level increased much faster.
Qin Chu’s stats were already abnormal, his level 90 power likely rivaling Loseweisse’s temporary demigod state.
Of course, he was still far from his peak. But even at his peak, he wouldn’t be a match for the seven grotesque beings in the Void.
The difference between a demigod and a god was vast. True gods were practically incomprehensible.
Perhaps because of the Goddess of Holy Light’s weakened state, and the Evil Gods’ increasing influence, making his own situation more precarious, his desire for strength had intensified.
He lost track of time, lost in the cycle of decomposition and consumption.
The massive leg, thousands of meters long, gradually shrank as he devoured it, a portion reforming within him, the rest converted into his power.
Days and nights passed.
Then, a burning sensation on his wrist brought him back to reality. He looked at the Goddess’s Hair, its light pulsing. It was time to recharge the battery.
The Goddess’s Hair was like an alarm clock, reminding him of his obligations.
After all, she was his only hope against those seven creatures.
He sighed, stopping his consumption, looking at the leg, now considerably smaller.
He was much faster now than when he had devoured the heart.
He quickly drew the magic circle on the ground, holding the Scepter and chanting the hymn, his heart devoid of reverence.
Did this Goddess really enjoy being praised so much?
She could simply drag him into the Void, yet she insisted on waiting for him to finish the hymn.
Such a pretentious ritual, he thought, a blasphemous thought.
The vortex appeared, and he was about to step into it when he hesitated, a mischievous thought crossing his mind.
He stood there, motionless.
I’m not going. What are you going to do about it?
After a few seconds, seemingly having lost her patience, the Goddess’s hand reappeared, grabbing him by the collar and dragging him into the vortex.
He thought he heard a faint, irritated voice: Just get in here already!
The familiar, disorienting sensation of traveling through the vortex, like a high-speed roller coaster, and then he was back in the Void.
The vast, star-filled expanse, the massive metal pillars, the endless chains, the occasional meteor…
Despite having been here before, he was still awestruck.
It was a world unlike any other, its scale and grandeur breathtaking.
And before him stood the Goddess, a thousand meters tall.
He was still standing on her palm.
But today was different. She was tilted her head slightly, her left hand supporting her cheek, her silver hair cascading down, her gaze seemingly fixed on him.
Unfortunately, her face was still obscured by the holy light.
He was incredibly curious about her appearance.
The Goddess puffed out her cheeks.
She seemed annoyed.
She had thought this human was… well, small and cute.
But he wasn’t cute at all. He had deliberately delayed, testing her patience, wanting to see her get irritated.
She was the Goddess of Holy Light. Didn’t he have any respect?
She decided to punish him, to assert her authority.
She sat up straight, her left hand, now free, reaching towards him.
He had thought she would pat his head again, but her finger curled slightly.
What was she doing?
Then, with a flick of her finger, she flicked him on the forehead.
She had intended a light tap, but her immense size made even a gentle flick incredibly powerful.
He felt as if he had been hit by a bullet train, his body flying backwards, slamming against another of her fingers.
He slid down her smooth finger like a pancake.
He smiled wryly. Was she really that petty? He had only delayed for a few seconds.
Next time, he would just teleport away after the hymn. Let’s see her catch him then.
He grumbled inwardly, then, getting to his feet, he bowed slightly.
Only he would react so casually. If it were Augustus, or Veronica, or Upton, they would be prostrating themselves, trembling with fear and awe.
He glanced around, then tried speaking. She had silenced him last time, but this time, she didn’t react. It seemed the Seven Evil Gods’ surveillance wasn’t constant.
“Goddess,” he began, “I have something to tell you. I’m about to become your biggest fan.”
Biggest fan?
She seemed puzzled, not understanding the term.
Her voice, even in confusion, was captivating.
“I’m… becoming the Pope of the Holy See,” he explained. “While it’s not really relevant, it’s still your Church, so I thought I should inform you.”
“And I’ll be cleansing the Holy See. Your followers’ numbers might decrease significantly,” he added. “Those purged… might be… eliminated.”
He didn’t hide his intentions.
The Holy See was corrupt and decadent. To rebuild faith in the Goddess, it had to be cleansed.
“It’s for the best. The current Holy See is anything but holy. Your statues are merely decorations,” he said.
She seemed slightly saddened, but didn’t object.
He took her silence as approval.
“Then, let’s begin,” he said, closing his eyes.
He had accepted his fate as her… battery.
Her hand cupped him gently, lifting him towards her chest, bathing him in a warm, white light. Then, the familiar draining sensation.
He lay limp in her palm, twitching occasionally.
While not his first time, being completely drained was still unpleasant.
He heard her voice, a faint gasp of surprise. The energy she had absorbed was several times greater than before.
While still a negligible amount to her, it was clearly significant in her current weakened state.
She tilted her head, pondering something.
A goddess, accepting a mortal’s help… well, he wasn’t truly a follower. She hadn’t sensed any faith from him.
And he hadn’t shown her much respect.
But he had still helped her.
While she had also helped him, a goddess shouldn’t concern herself with such trivial matters. She should offer him a reward.
But…
She looked down at herself.
Having been defeated and imprisoned, she had lost everything, except for her dress.
She couldn’t give him that.
She hesitated.
Then, her eyes lit up. He had said he was becoming the Pope. In that case, she would grant him a blessing.
She smiled, biting her finger and smearing a drop of blood on his lips.
