OBS Chapter 389 4 God's Resentment
Chapter 389 4 God's Resentment
Chapter 389 The Resentment of the Four Gods
After the initial surprise, the Forge Master's mood returned to the calmness of the smooth operation of the machinery.
The timing of the Great Unclean One's appearance cannot be said to be too early, nor too late, but it is indeed like a key gear that is embedded in the position where it is needed -
At least He no longer has to fight against the mortal blessed by the Exiled King.
After the Black Death attracted most of the attention from the new legion of the Damned, Vashtor immediately withdrew all the troops in the outer perimeter back to the central tower to defend the key anchor engine;
The alien protected by the cursed one who was playing against Him on the battlefield also responded. Led by several super-mortals who were significantly stronger than others, a small combat force was also dispatched to support the sabotage team that had previously sneaked into the tower.
But now protecting the anchoring engine is no longer the primary goal. With the emergence of the Great Unclean One, the Master of the Forge has changed his plans.
Now, He is just stalling for time so that He can gain as much knowledge from the Great Library as possible through the loopholes in the Dark Armor.
After a brief calculation, He arrived at a time figure that made Him relatively satisfied.
This was a helpless move. His true body was not here, and he could not suppress the complete Great Unclean One; even if the Black Death wiped out the new son and new army of the Exiled King, he would take the initiative to destroy the anchoring engine.
the reason is simple:
A brand new universe is enough for the Lord of Plague to achieve absolute victory in the Great Game of Gods, but He has not yet obtained divinity and become a true god to participate in the game.
This was unacceptable to Vashtol.
Who made His “partners” in this world less useful than the others?
The White King was a piece of scrap metal, Doiros was also scrap metal, and Herzog was even more of a waste slag among the scrap metal! When Vashtor thought of this, he was filled with anger:
At first He thought this mortal was interesting and somewhat useful, so He agreed to Doilos' plan;
Eighty-six percent of the inanimate beings summoned by the Warp Summoning Engine were refined and extracted into enhanced essence for Herzog's ultimate sublimation. In addition, he carefully forged three powerful equipment for him: Dark Armor, Black Blade, and Death Harvest Claw.
Unexpectedly, after receiving the gift and being sublimated, this piece of scrap metal tore up the previously signed contract without hesitation;
Afterwards, he was of no use in intercepting the new son of the Exiled King, and was completely killed after just seven minutes and twenty-four seconds.
He swore that after the data and information here were transmitted back to him, he would destroy at least twenty worlds of the human empire to vent his anger.
After the stable logic was interrupted and useless emotions ended, Vashtor's consciousness shifted to a rectangular metal plate floating in his palm, with a fiery red forge symbol engraved on the surface -
This is the hard drive He uses to store the knowledge He absorbs from the Great Library.
The newly acquired alchemical knowledge made Him thirsty. It was knowledge about the control of elements in the physical world, a power that could be used without too much support from the warp. This power could only be controlled by those extinct or hidden star devourers in the physical universe - this benefited Vashtor a lot.
If the Exiled King's will was not imminent, He would have wanted to plunder the Great Library of all its knowledge.
His perspective jumped to the area where the anchor engine was located - under His intentional control, the corruption of the central tower by the Black Death was guided and restricted; the bodies of the mutated Deadpools who died in the central tower were devoured by the madly growing green flesh, and under the influence of the unclean power of the Great Unclean One, they regained life and became new plague messengers that crawled out of the flesh.
Of the four-member destruction team that first infiltrated the central tower, only one person is left who has not been swallowed up by the tide of mutated Deadpools and vicious mechas.
Vashtor recognized the last remaining super-mortal and was surprised that he was still alive; this was probably due to his special ability to summon the shadow of the cursed one's new son to fight with him.
Although he still stubbornly wanted to move forward in the direction of the anchor engine, he didn't have much time left. Vashtor released a ray of thought data to invade and sense the opponent's armor system, and counted down quietly:
"Five. Three. Two. One."
As He counted down to the last number, the figure fighting between Deadpool and the Iron Warriors suddenly froze in place, the eye-catching scarlet light of the ruby eyepiece of the helmet gradually dimmed, and the two arms that held the blade and tore open the head of the Iron Warriors' Iron Warriors hung down weakly.
The countdown of the Furnace of Rage ended, and the burning life of Genji came to an end.
This feeling seemed familiar. When her body began to lose function and could no longer support the armor and the power backpack on her back, she knelt down, and suddenly she recalled the past;
At that time, I was lying in a dark sewage well, watching the only faint light coming in from the wellhead being covered by the heavy manhole cover, and listening to my brother locking the manhole cover with an iron chain and padlock from outside.
"For the Emperor."
He moved his lips slightly and spoke in a voice that only he could hear.
At least this time, he was not judged for evil deeds, but died honorably for the Emperor and the Legion;
And when he opens his eyes again, what he will see is not the hateful face of the king, but the sacred glory of the emperor.
But he was unwilling to accept that he failed to complete the task assigned by Old Tang; even though the three warrior brothers who were traveling with him tried their best to help him move forward, he still failed to advance to the location of the anchor engine.
The number and quality of the enemies were too great.
"There's still some time... Well, maybe I can study the internal structure of these new tools of the Exiled King."
Vashtor glanced at other locations: it would take some time for the reinforcements to break through and advance here; although a large number of soldiers were airdropped into the central tower, they would also need some time to advance.
Just as He was about to order the Iron Warriors to drag back the fallen bodies for autopsy, He was surprised to find that the shadow of the cursed new son still existed - it should have disappeared with the death of the caster of the Word Spirit.
But it still stands on the battlefield.
The shining golden light even dispelled the gradually darkening vision of Yuan Zhinv. He was also shocked by this. The Furnace of Faith and the Furnace of Words had been extinguished, so why did the non-real image of Lu Ming summoned by the third stage of "Dream Tapir" still exist?
But he didn't have time to think more. In the last second before the source girl's consciousness dissipated and fell into darkness, he only saw Lu Mingfei's real shadow leaning down and taking the alchemical giant sword "Unyielding Soul" from his hand. Although the face with golden thunder in the pupils did not speak, a voice rang in his heart:
"Rest well first, brother. I will help you complete the rest of the task."
Genji couldn't see the next scene.
But Vashtor could still see.
He looked at the golden shadow wielding two swords at the same time. The golden tracks were difficult to distinguish and converged into a deadly storm. The mutated Deadpools, vicious mechas and plague bringers that stood in front of the storm were immediately torn into pieces. The killing efficiency was dozens of times higher than that of the previous four-man destruction team, which also accelerated the time number previously calculated by Vashtor by dozens of times.
"No, no..."
Vashtor switched his vision to another dimension and found that there was a golden line connecting this unreal shadow. The other end of the line was Lu Mingfei himself, who was fighting against the Great Unclean One Black Death at the bottom of the central tower.
Obviously, there was a connection between the two that required alchemical knowledge to explain, which allowed Lu Mingfei to control the real shadow while fighting.
As if noticing Vashtor's prying eyes, Lu Mingfei's real body and his real shadow turned their heads to look at Him almost at the same time, with blazing golden thunder dancing in their eyes.
The Lord of the Forge was startled - rather than being afraid of Lu Mingfei, he was more worried about the will of the Exiled King behind him.
"Staying here any longer would make transmission risky. Transmitting while the situation is still under control is the safest option."
He stopped absorbing knowledge from the Great Library, and began to carry out the final psychic packaging of the metal hard drive that stored the knowledge data; He believed that as long as the original body received this data, His control over power and his plan for ascension to godhood would become even more powerful and complete.
A portal with dancing lightning appeared, and Vashtor stepped into it, passing through the temporary transmission corridor and coming to the ritual array where He would transmit data. He placed the metal hard drive in his hand into the suspended stone column array that was engraved with evil runes and continuously radiated evil energy, and began to set various parameters.
When the parameter settings are completed and the ritual array is about to be activated, Vashtor's separated data will also be placed on the hard disk, returning to the Soul Forge and merging with the original body.
But the data showed that after Vashtor set the parameters, another transmission array immediately squeezed in and firmly occupied the only transmission path of the ritual array, and even the Lord of the Forge could not remove it.
"what's the situation?"
The inexplicable situation made Vashtor stunned, and his vision switched to the transmission array that squeezed in; he didn't know when another ritual array suddenly appeared on the bottom floor of the central tower, and another metal hard drive that was almost identical to it was floating in it for the final preparation for transmission.
The only difference is the symbols on the surface. Vashtor's is a fiery red forge, while the one on the metal hard drive is a deep purple, twisting fire of change, the symbol of the Lord of Change.
"Doilos?"
Vashtor was briefly confused, then roared in anger:
"Doilos!!!"
……
"I am so sorry, Lord Vashtor, but the remaining time is only enough for the teleportation array to take effect once."
As if he could hear Vashtor's angry roar, Doilos, who occupied the body of Deadpool, proudly psychically encapsulated the storage hard drive in his control, and wrote runes and various parameters on the ritual array that combined mechanics and witchcraft with ease.
Taking the initiative to "die" first to avoid Lu Mingfei was undoubtedly the most correct choice. In this way, when Vashtor was dealing with the cursed army, he could still wait leisurely for the final step of the plan.
What the Lord of the Forge did not know was that all the arrangements he made for transmitting data were secretly copied by Doilos, whom he regarded as a servant; Doilos took advantage of his pride as a demigod who wanted to rise to the same level as the Eternal Ancient Four, as well as the contract signed between the two.
However, the coming of the Black Death was beyond its expectations; but on second thought, shouldn't the Lord of Change be happier to kill a favorite of the Lord of Plague's Great Unclean One?
"If the Lord of Mysteries could look at this place, I'm sure my plan would make Him smile."
Doilos smiled smugly.
"Not necessarily." someone said.
Doilos suddenly felt that all the feathers on his body were about to stand up - even though there were no feathers on his Deadpool body; he turned his head stiffly in the direction of the sound in disbelief, and when he saw the boy with slightly dark skin but eyes that seemed to have stars extinguished, he almost screamed miserably.
No attack, no resistance... Doilos could not have any other strange thoughts. Such a close contact was as if the eternal black sun in the highest sky was burning brightly in front of it.
This is the instinctive fear that all demons - even the most powerful demons - feel when facing Him.
"Found you, demon."
At the same time, Lu Mingfei's vision seemed to be able to see through all illusions and obstacles, and his eyes were directly locked on the position of Doilos on the bottom floor.
While the power of the authority of spiritual elements was opened to him, it also established a connection between him and the spiritual entities summoned by Yuan Zhinu's brother Meng Mo; no matter whether it was Lu Mingze or someone else who did it, it is undeniable that this move was extremely effective.
Lu Mingfei seemed to appear on two different battlefields at the same time. While his real body was fighting fiercely with the Great Unclean One, he was also distractedly controlling his clone and annihilating all the enemies as dense as the tide who were dispatched by Vashtor to guard the anchor engine.
At this time, the Mechanical Evil God's anchoring engine had lost its protective power.
Lu Mingfei had no intention of observing this ugly machine that looked like a huge metal heart engraved with blasphemous symbols. He only knew that this thing was the culprit that generated and maintained the subspace rift here. He didn't need to say much, because the four-legged mechanical dog that was escorted by Yuan Zhinv and the other three warrior brothers with their lives had already moved independently, carrying the fiery red metal spherical device on its back and sticking to the core of the engine.
Word Spirit. Rhine. Precision Blasting Activated!
Intricate and dense alchemical matrix patterns like flower patterns lit up from the surface of the sphere and spread rapidly to generate a field. The philosopher's stones stored inside were sublimated into pure and violent fire elements, which penetrated the thick armor protection from multiple locations and invaded the inner core of the anchor engine. Then a violently ignited blazing fireball engulfed the entire core.
Lu Mingfei also had no intention of appreciating the explosion that destroyed the evil god's creation. While his real body was fighting against the Great Unclean One Black Death, he was controlling his physical shadow to flash forward continuously downwards.
"Oh no... that's not right..."
The Black Death at the bottom of the tower did not notice the sudden explosion caused by the central tower;
All its attention was on the more dangerous Cursed Champion in front of it. The unholy aura and power were so strong that when the flail it swung collided loudly with the extremely dangerous blade, the erupting flames made black smoke come out of its flesh, and the pain in it was self-evident.
The Cursed One... He has taken the lead in getting his hands on this world! We must report this to the Holy Father immediately!
But it sniffed and felt that something was wrong, very bad; it could no longer laugh, the energy of the Warp was fading and becoming thin, its power was weakening, and the unclean golden power emerged from the edge of the Warp rift under it and spread to the center, intending to seal the connection between here and the Warp.
Then it would absolutely die, truly die, and would not be able to return to the Garden of the Father to be reborn.
In fact, the death of the Black Death has already begun. The heavy hammer from the physical universe is cruelly crushing it. It is trapped here and has become quite weak.
"Be destroyed by the Emperor's light, demon!"
Lu Mingfei swooped down like a meteor, and countless brilliant energy projectiles shot out from the nozzles of the two gun wings behind him, blasting the huge body of the Black Death into pieces and pieces of flesh flying everywhere. The plague protection and plague regeneration bestowed on it by the Lord of Plague had become ineffective.
When Lu Mingfei's figure reappeared, he appeared in front of the ugly head of the Black Death. The golden giant sword burning with raging flames roared down, and the Black Death didn't even make a scream - its head was melted by the flames on the sword before it touched the edge of the sword, and its eyeballs melted into dirty pus and flowed down, so it couldn't see the final blow that destroyed it.
Just like he destroyed the bloodthirsty demon Baron and the secret keeper Xipala, Lu Mingfei swung the Sword of Revelation to split the body of the Black Death in two from top to bottom. A ball of black soul origin belonging to this great unclean being was captured by the flame of faith and then burned to ashes.
The hunt for Doilos was also carried out simultaneously.
Due to the shock and fear when the boy appeared, Doilos missed the best time to transmit data.
With the destruction of the anchoring engine, the boy's power began to block this space, and it could no longer transmit any information to the original body through the ritual array.
"Before Ming Fei arrives, do you have any other surprises for me, Doilos?"
The boy said calmly, and in the dim space, his eyes shone like stars.
"...Although I cannot convey any information to myself and the Lord of Change, I have left a mark on your new son," Doilos said bitterly, "Once he returns to that universe, three of the Four Ancients will immediately realize that he was the one who destroyed their warriors, maids, and offspring."
"Don't try to hide your new son. The Ancient Four will resent him, hunt him down, and try every means to drag him into an abyss of no return."
"Well," the boy just nodded, "Although it is negative, Ming Fei does have the same level of treatment as the original body."
"But until then, the destruction of the Black Death is your master's fault."
The boy's voice still echoed in the air, but his figure had disappeared, as if he had never existed.
Before Doilos could react, a golden hand grabbed his neck from behind. Even if it was just a shadow and not the real body, the giant sword still had the power to destroy demons; and it was enough to deal with a remnant soul.
This ever-changing demon could no longer escape using all kinds of witchcraft and tricks. Without giving it a chance to say its last words, its thumb-sized ball of darkness was completely destroyed by the fire of faith.
……
In the High Heaven, deep in the garden of the Lord of Plague, a huge black mansion was shaking violently.
The demons in the garden didn’t know what was happening yet, but they were one with the Father’s essence, and soon they felt the Father’s grief... and the wrath that followed.
The anger was so strong that even the Blood God on the brass throne looked at him with awe.
The Plague Lord's legions began to gather in large numbers, marching towards the Lord of Change's territory with the largest offensive in history.