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“Damn it!”
“It’s really a godspawn?”
Rice’s expression was twisted, full of anger at this situation. He had indeed received news that an evil force was about to be born in this place… an ancient evil, a demigod mummy, a scarab nest… he had thought of all these bad situations. But he hadn’t expected it to be a godspawn. An existence that even the gods would feel annoyed to hear about.
“The worst-case scenario…”
There were several situations in which a child could be born between gods:
The most perfect situation was to be born a god. This kind of divine offspring was a natural prodigy, a born god, possessing the divinity, divine spark, and even a divided divine portfolio bestowed by their parents.
The second type was a demigod. They had no divine portfolio, but they had a divine spark and divinity. As for whether they would become a god in the future, and what kind of god they would become, it all depended on their own will.
The third type was a mortal. That’s right. Even the union of two powerful gods could produce a powerless mortal. Of course, although they did not have the blessings of the gods back then, their talents were extremely superior. Many of them had become heroes who slayed monsters and saved the world in the mouths of mortals.
As for the last type… a godspawn.
They were gods who should have been born but had died prematurely. The birth of a godspawn was a mistake, an unintended and unforeseen product of divine power. As a stillborn soul, a godspawn continued to live, drawing nourishment from its near-divine power and its pure hatred for its ancestors and all natural products.
Godspawn included countless types, all of which were unimaginable horrors to mortals. They were cursed by heaven and hell, and godspawn had been sealed for countless ages. But as time went on, sometimes a godspawn would be accidentally released or would break free from its cage. The appearance of a godspawn could cause a great panic in a country, a world, or even a plane.
Fortunately, most godspawn were firmly sealed by stronger divine beings.
Godspawn possessed the power of divinity. Unless they were destroyed, they were immortal. Godspawn had an evil love for disaster. They wanted to destroy everything, to project their own suffering on a larger scale onto the multiverse. Life, death, and extinction were the goals of most godspawn. They loathed all life and were tormented by pain for all eternity. Only by devouring life could they experience a trace of peace in their endless pain.
An eye flashed in the crack, and then a withered arm slowly reached out from within.
Just then, the three dazed liches simultaneously let out a blood-curdling scream, “Pull it out!”
“Hahahaha!”
“No!”
Their three roars contained a huge soul impact, as if two huge iron hammers were pounding in Rice’s mind.
“Ah!”
Blood seeped from his seven orifices. Rice gritted his teeth. Blood and tears flowed from his eyes, but in the great pain, Rice found a trace of peace.
“Father, I’m sorry…”
“I still have to walk down that path.”
The dark aura on his body grew stronger and stronger. He took off the plain longsword from his back as if he were touching a red-hot iron.
“In the very end, I still failed to live up to your expectations and did not find a suitable master for it…”
Tossing the longsword aside, he no longer looked at the three liches who were on the verge of collapse. Rice stared at the ugly arm that was struggling to emerge. He slowly closed his eyes.
“Fall…”
“This body, for the sake of destroying evil, does not hesitate…”
“To fall into hell!”
His black hair grew rapidly, stopping when it reached his waist. His already pale face looked even paler against his black hair. Black wings unfurled from his back. Amidst the falling black feathers, Rice opened his pure black eyes.
“Fallen… angel!”
Raising the longsword in his hand, which had been dyed pure black by the darkness, Rice charged at the godspawn that was breaking its seal. He felt the completely different, powerful force in his body. His expression was solemn, and he shouted, “Die!”
…
Baator, the first layer of hell, Avernus.
Aimless and deadly fireballs whistled through the sky, turning those who were not immune to fire to ash. The sharp edges of the crystal rocks could easily tear through clothes and flesh. The tooth-like mountain peaks loomed on the distant horizon, a devastating obstacle for those foolish enough to try to climb them.
Blood and entrails were everywhere on the ground of Avernus. A stumbling block might just be a rock, but it could also be a broken bone or a torn-off horn from the corpse of a devil or a demon.
The current lord of the first layer, Bel, his ever-expanding fortress, the Bronze Citadel, had always served as Baator’s main bulwark against the demonic invasion. A large number of low-level devil laborers worked tirelessly on this building, building new walls and war machines around the original fortress.
Just as Rice had completely let go of the dark power in his body, in a secret room in the Bronze Citadel, a fallen angel covered in wounds, who was growing more and more haggard from the seal and torture, his tightly closed eyes suddenly opened.
“Hahaha!”
“A chance! I’ve finally waited for a chance!”
“Indulge, mortal!”
“Give me more power!”
“Let me continue the war!”
Just then, a dragon-like devil walked in, picked up a small knife, and began to cut at his body, one slice after another. He composed his smile, but the joy in his eyes did not dissipate. He kept whispering in his heart, “Fall!”
…
“Hmm? There’s still a backup plan?”
“The Daughter of Destruction, Zariel…”
“Hehe…”
…
As Shelley approached the main temple of the Temple of Death, he felt two evil, dark forces.
[…A godspawn?]
“!!!”
How can there be a godspawn?
See you later. Goodbye. I’m out.
[It’s too late.]
[It’s about to break the seal.]
[And it’s found you.]
[Hahaha, charge up.]
“Tsk.”
Clenching the greatsword in his hand, Shelley’s heart also began to hesitate…
“There was nothing here in my past life, and I didn’t hear any rumors of a godspawn…”
“Rice also lived a good life later…”
“And more importantly, this place is being watched by the gods.”
Taking a deep breath, Shelley’s eyes lit up.
“There’s a chance of victory! The chances are not small.”
“Rice will definitely win.”
Knowing the outcome before betting, I’ll definitely win. That’s right. This is cheating.
“Charge.”
No longer hesitating, Shelley directly broke open the door, raised his greatsword with a sacred expression, and shouted, “Die, evil…”
“???”
The legendary ronin he had imagined, Rice Guan, who was sure to win… was at this moment being held by the neck by a withered arm.
Shelley: …
“I must have opened it the wrong way…”
