harleyscars Chapter 309 Seven Gods Choose Together
Chapter 309 Seven Gods Choose Together
Chapter 309 Seven Gods Choose Together
Mordy watched this scene with great interest.
He had seen immortals in their weakened state, and he had seen immortals in their prime, but a half-immortal... he had never seen one before.
He glanced at the girl, then at the boy in the Blood Sea Prison, and smiled with relief.
"Oh, they're a brother and sister. But how did he get the sister?"
The girl who was rescuing the execution ground before them also possessed immortal spiritual light within her body, clearly sharing the same origin as the boy's.
No wonder they're said to be siblings; they both possess immortal spiritual light within them and are destined to merge.
As for which kind of combination, Modi prefers the one where one side swallows the other.
He was engrossed in watching when, on stage, the girl picked up the boy and her expression suddenly turned cold.
"How dare you do such a thing to him! It is unforgivable."
"Only I can do this to him," these were the unspoken thoughts of the young girl.
The bishops were on high alert, but none of them retreated a step. Their spirits were aligned, and they were about to fight.
"Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, it's courting death."
The girl snorted coldly, concentrating terrifying heat at her fingertips.
As she pointed, a wave of heat swept over.
Everything that blocked the way was instantly vaporized, which shows how high the temperature of this heat wave was.
The girl was confident that she could make the fool in front of her disappear instantly, and she couldn't wait to witness this scene.
However, as soon as she looked over, she saw a scene she never expected.
"Um?"
The heatwave subsided—or rather, it stopped on the road.
The heat seemed to stop leaking at this moment, as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand. With the force of the hand, all the heat was gathered into a single point again.
Although the energy within this point was not as much as at the beginning, it was more concentrated, and the control it demonstrated was far superior to hers.
"Who is it?"
The question had barely formed in her mind when the girl's pupils dilated suddenly, and she instinctively turned to the side, but it was too late.
"Ugh...!" She couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, glancing down at her body.
Half of his body, including his left arm, evaporated into thin air, and traces of high temperature and burning remain at the cut.
In a way, she brought it on herself.
The point that had just been condensed to its extreme formed a stream of radiation, which even she couldn't react to. At most, she could only turn her body to the side to avoid the radiation from harming the boy in her arms.
"Who is it?"
The girl suppressed her disdain and arrogance, and her heart sank.
Although her injuries had long since healed thanks to the immense life force, she was not one to forget the pain once the wounds were healed, and naturally she was extremely wary of the person hiding behind the scenes.
Being able to hurt her without her noticing is already a skill in itself.
Of course, she was still confident she could win; everything would be alright once she unleashed the power of the Immortal Aura.
In short, we will win.
"You're not coming out, huh? Fine, then I'll kill them all first and see if you can still hold your temper!"
She revealed her sharp edge to the bishops, and a different kind of power emanated from her.
If the power she previously displayed corresponded to the Ember Cult, then her current power corresponds to the Black Moon Cult within the Church of the Seven Holy Spirits.
The celestial phenomena have changed; it should be noon now, but the dome is dark and without light.
The outline of a black moon replaced the sun, hanging high in the sky, like a glance cast upon the earth by an ancient demon god.
The negative elements in the air surged, and many undead sprang up from nowhere on the ground—they were made of negative elements and were pure elemental life forms.
"Crush them."
The deceased began their march, their combined force advancing relentlessly, poised to storm the high platform.
A hint of pleasure appeared in the girl's eyes, but the next moment, that pleasure was shattered by the scene before her, leaving only endless astonishment.
The deceased's army stopped abruptly, just like the wave of heat she had unleashed earlier, and at the same time, a slightly hoarse voice sounded in her ear.
"Legend has it that during the Battle of Sunset, the Moon Goddess also altered the celestial phenomena in this way, preventing the Eternal Day Court on Earth from being bathed in light, which is how she defeated them."
Cold sweat trickled down her forehead. She glanced to the side and was startled to see a blurry figure in red robes, only able to make out that he was smiling.
When did this strange fellow appear...? No, he's been here all along, but some force made me overlook him.
The memory was quickly replayed, and the girl finally realized that from the moment she stood on the high platform, this figure had always been by her side.
She didn't speak, nor did she dare to make any rash moves; she simply held the slightly dazed boy in her arms tightly.
"Your name is Ling Su, you're Ling Hao's younger sister, and you come from another world, right?"
The figure spoke quite familiarly, and inadvertently opened the box for her.
"I'm very curious, how did you recover on your own? And how did you come into this world?"
Ling Su lowered her head and remained silent, a fleeting struggle flashing across her face.
She didn't know when it happened, but she pressed her face close to the boy in her arms, and the immortal spiritual light within her began to stir.
"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, the one you're holding..."
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Before Modi could finish speaking, the girl suddenly rammed her head into the boy's, their foreheads touching, as if they were performing some kind of ritual.
She no longer suppressed the immortal aura within her, and succumbed to her instinctive desire to devour the boy and his immortal aura into her body.
"Become one with me."
Flesh and blood rolled up, Ling Su opened her chest cavity, from which seven-colored tentacles extended, and she wrapped the boy's body up and stuffed it inside.
"They really are one, quite the yandere drama, but I haven't finished speaking yet." Mo Di helplessly spread his hands, "Are you sure the one you're holding is your brother?"
The fusion came to an abrupt halt, and Ling Su coughed incessantly as if she had eaten expired food.
She stared wide-eyed at the boy who was halfway merged with her, but what met her gaze were still those dull and lifeless eyes.
Stand: Aba Aba.
"Was I scammed?"
At first, she thought that the Blood God Cult had done something to her brother, such as a lobotomy or mental pollution, which caused him to become so mentally impaired.
She never doubted that this was not her brother; after all, in her memory, the aura of immortal light could not be faked.
But she never expected that what she was so certain of was precisely the Blood God Cult's trap.
"What is this disgusting thing? Get off my body right now!"
Ling Su hurriedly pulled the substitute out. Now, it was too lazy to even pretend, shedding the boy's skin to reveal its scarlet and twisted inner self.
A chilling smile appeared on its face. Modi took over its body and said softly to Ling Su, "Don't rush, Miss Immortal. Weren't you just trying to stir up some fusion stuff? Now I'll lend you a hand."
The flesh-and-blood substitute suddenly attacked, crashing headfirst into Ling Su's open, hollow chest cavity.
With each breath, its entire body melted into blood, flowing to the girl's limbs and bones.
Ling Su froze, feeling a powerful will invade her body and forcibly suppress her power.
"It can even suppress the immortal aura, could it be that..."
""
A guess suddenly popped into her mind, but she felt a lump in her throat and dared not speak it aloud.
Besides, it's too late to say anything now. Under such overwhelming power, even if she guessed the truth, she wouldn't be able to put up an effective resistance.
However, there was one question she had to ask.
"What did you do to my brother?"
"Your brother? Don't worry, he's not dead yet," Modi replied casually, as a sea of blood suddenly appeared around him. "But you won't have the chance to see him."
"It's best if such a being, chosen by the Seven Gods, doesn't exist."
The blood sea grabbed Ling Su's body and swallowed her into the blood sea prison.
The Blood Sea is both his divine kingdom and his physical body; it is a rare prison in the world that can be used to suppress immortal fragments.
If they can escape this, then Modi will accept it.
"Seven gods have chosen... That's strange. There's no record of an immortal with these characteristics in the ancient texts. Where did they come from?"
As a regional overlord, Modi used his subordinates' power to collect a large number of books and also made up for his own lack of knowledge.
He accepts all kinds of extraordinary skills, as well as various official and unofficial histories, and will not discard them just because they are temporarily useless.
It is important to know that understanding various extraordinary traditions and histories can help him quickly identify which ancient relic he is dealing with.
The names and characteristics of immortals and long-lived beings flashed through their minds, but none of them matched the brother and sister.
"Could those demon gods really be so generous as to create a 'Pinduoduo Chosen One'?"
Modi also thought it was impossible.
If that's the case, then the Seven Gods Chosen is even more impossible. How could an immortal serve seven demon gods at the same time?
"So, this so-called election by the seven gods is just something your church concocted?"
He looked at the white-bearded old man below the stage, and with a wave of his hand, several powerful Blood God Church bishops surrounded him, rubbing their fists together and grinning maliciously.
Hehe, it's our turn now, and we will certainly not disappoint His Majesty the Blood God.
"Uh, that..."
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Pope Yu Huo took a deep breath, his face resolute.
Upon seeing this, the bishops' expressions turned solemn, and they stood ready for battle, but unexpectedly...
"I surrender." Pope Yu Huo raised his hands, gave the French military salute, and resolutely uttered those three words.
Are you kidding me? No matter how determined he is to resist, can he withstand a slap from the Blood God?
The moment the girl was defeated, he realized that the leader of the Blood God Cult—no, He—was clearly an immortal.
If he wasn't an immortal, how could he have appeared so silently without alerting the girl?
The bishops who surrounded him looked on with barely suppressed anger, but they still bound him tightly and sealed his powers.
"Your Majesty, that old man has been captured. Should we interrogate him immediately?"
"Send him to the North and let the professionals handle it."
Modi glanced at Pope Yu Huo, a half-smile playing on his lips: "I never expected that one of the leaders of the Seven Holy Spirits Church would personally come to observe the trial. Now we have no choice but to send you on a 'Northern Hunt'."
"..." Pope Yu Huo was on the verge of tears. If he hadn't been coerced by the girl, he wouldn't have wanted to venture deep into the enemy camp.
If he had known this would happen, he shouldn't have gone to Yu Huo Cemetery in the first place, so that he wouldn't have met Ling Su and been ruined for the rest of his life.
"Wait, I request preferential treatment," he shouted, raising his hand. "I know the secret of the Immortal Fragments and the Church's related plans. I need preferential treatment as a prisoner."
"Itnitia doesn't have the Geneva Convention," Modi tilted his head. "However, I can guarantee you certain preferential treatment, provided you cooperate."
"At this point, do I still have any room for non-cooperation?"
The old man smiled wryly, showing no intention of refusing to cooperate.
He could bow down to a young girl, and he could bow down to the Blood God Cult. Ultimately, it was because his faith had wavered.
In fact, he was not the only one; popes from other denominations had long since lost their firm faith.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have proposed the plan of the Seven Gods' Joint Election, let alone put it into action.
"You must be wondering why that girl was able to unleash the power of the Seven Holy Spirits Church simultaneously, right?"
At the Blood God Cult's stronghold, Pope Yu Huo slowly began to recount everything the Seven Holy Spirits Church had done.
"Clearly, she, and her brother, are part of a man-made immortal entity, or perhaps 'pseudo-immortal' would be a more accurate description."
"Pseudo-immortality? What makes you say that?" Mordi asked with interest.
"Because we never created a true immortal being, but only a pseudo-being that was infinitely close to immortality. In the end, that pseudo-being fell and split into many fragments scattered throughout the worlds."
The old man admitted frankly.
Since the demon god fell silent, the Church of the Seven Holy Spirits has also weakened and is no longer capable of completing the great project of creating immortality.
"We're just identifying the larger fragment and trying to guide its revival to restart the project."
If the plan succeeds, the Church of the Seven Holy Spirits may achieve unprecedented unity and prosperity, but unfortunately, there are no "what ifs" in this world.
"I have another question," Mordy said, shifting his position as he leaned back on the Frozen Throne, propping his chin on his hand. "Why did you do this?"
"For those of you who believe in demons and gods, this should be considered a blasphemous and heretical act."
After a moment of silence, the old man nodded.
"Indeed, this would be an extremely serious act of heresy in any era. But our God has not answered us for too long."
Modi understood; it turned out that the faith had changed.
Since there is no God above who can protect them and maintain the church, they should create a seven-god alliance to maintain the church's unity and status.
"If one day I also disappear or perish without explanation, I'm afraid the Blood God Cult will also follow this path."
He, as the leader, acknowledged the Blood God Cult's ability to scheme and cause trouble.
It will only degenerate faster than the Church of the Seven Holy Spirits, and then create something like twenty Primarchs.
"I understand the situation roughly. You have kept your promise, so the Blood God Cult will not make things difficult for you, but you will still have to stay in the Northern Territory for a while."
Modi waved his hand, and Pope Yu Huo immediately felt relieved.
Although I'm still not free, it's better than being in the interrogation room.
"Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I've been to the North. I wonder what it's like there now."
"Then you'll probably be quite surprised," Mordy laughed. "Stay tuned."