I Want to See Rivers of Blood

At that moment, the Goddess of Beauty cried out in her heart: I want to see rivers of blood.

However, with only a few gods available, his wish is naturally impossible to fulfill. Besides, with blood flowing like a river, he probably wants to beat Old Self to death.

As the Goddess of Beauty thought of this, a smile curved her lips.

But today, it's not just them.

Those should be arriving by now.

So, in the next second, the Divine Power rippled outwards like waves on water.

One after another, strange figures appeared out of thin air in the starry field surrounding the Moon God Palace.

God is not like those netizens on the Star Network who only talk big.

If they say they want something authentic and offline, then they really can come to your door.

They also knew where the Moon God Palace was.

And so it appeared, looking so fresh and beautiful.

Nineteen gods appeared, their entire bodies shrouded in black, their faces completely hidden.

It seems that the Goddess of Beauty is quite capable of attracting hatred.

One after another, as many as nineteen gods arrived.

"Where is the Goddess of Beauty?" One of the gods slammed his giant axe into the ground, the sound like a booming bell.

"Didn't you say you wanted to fight me?"

Another deity, his body crackling with Gods, looked around, electric snakes slithering through his palms.

Like the other eighteen Deities, he knew the details of the Goddess of Beauty. Anyone with a weak will would lose their composure upon seeing her face and become one of her countless suitors.

But the solution is simple: just don't look at it.

Simply scan everything around you with Divine Power and create an image in your mind. However, even doing so can only eliminate about 90% of the threats.

But if even this remaining ten percent can't be resisted, then one might as well not be a god.

[Host, you see? I told you not to be so reckless. With so many of them, can you even handle them?]

The system popped up again.

However, after glancing at its own backend panel, its lingering worries instantly subsided.

The energy bar is rising impressively, and it's full.

They're more than capable of escaping.

What's there to be afraid of? At worst, it can just run away with its host.

Find a secluded corner to hide and develop your character stealthily. Once your Roleplay Value are maxed out, don a new disguise and make a dazzling entrance.

Although the Goddess of Beauty is in charge of power, she is not Gods who specializes in combat.

To determine its true combat power, we'll have to wait until that card is unlocked.

By then, nineteen, or even ten or a hundred times more, won't be enough. We'll just kill all those gods who are ganging up on them right now.

[Hey, you really underestimate me.]

The Goddess of Beauty replied.

There were only nineteen of them, and at a glance, none of them showed any strong Divine Power fluctuations; not a single one could make him take them seriously.

He can now declare, with the power of a god, "Give up the resistance, you are surrounded!"

However, this is contingent on getting those three things sorted out first.

Goddess of Beauty glanced at the Sun God, Star God, and Night God, who were poised to unleash their power; the three distinct yet equally terrifying fluctuations of Divine Power were steadily rising.

Golden flames, purple glow, and dark colors intertwined, making the surroundings appear menacing.

His previous outburst seemed to have gone too far; if these three really joined forces, he might be in serious trouble.

The Goddess of Beauty's eyes darted around.

His previous arrogance vanished in an instant, replaced by a timid expression. He looked towards the Moon God, his swagger completely gone, replaced by a pitiful one, his voice trembling slightly:

"Moon, look, they're trying to gang up on me. I can't beat them up."

The Moon God met those wet, puppy-dog eyes.

All right.

After all, it was him; he couldn't just stand by and watch himself get ganged up on, could he? Nineteen people would be manageable, but with his brother and the others, it was indeed a bit tricky.

And what if a fight breaks out, and he sees himself getting beaten up and still feels the pain?

The Moon God withdrew her gaze and stood beside the Goddess of Beauty.

The silvery-white Moonlight spread out from his body, clear and vast, silently declaring his stance.

Upon seeing this, the Sun God, the Star God, and the Night God reacted almost simultaneously.

The Divine Power that was originally directed at the Goddess of Beauty suddenly changed direction and turned outwards.

The Sun God slung the golden flame Long Sword over his shoulder, stood to the left of the Moon God, and his expression clearly said, "I'm not helping you."

The Star God snorted coldly and stood to the right of the Moon God.

"Heh, I'm just helping my brother, don't think I'm helping you. Let's make it clear first, we'll have another fight later."

The Star God glanced sideways with his purple eyes, but his mouth had already begun issuing a challenge. He wouldn't be satisfied unless he punched the Goddess of Beauty's face today.

Night God silently took a step forward, and dark currents spread out like a tide, blocking the Moon God's path.

He didn't glance at the Goddess of Beauty once from beginning to end, but his position perfectly shielded Goddess of Beauty behind the darkness.

He has always only had feelings for the Moon God.

Since the moon wants to protect the Goddess of Beauty, it will also protect her.

"Sun God, don't you want to beat him up too?"

Among the nineteen Gods, one god looked up in disbelief and shouted, his voice filled with resentment at being betrayed.

The three powerful fighters who were just on their side suddenly switched sides to the Goddess of Beauty, turning the battle from two against twenty-two into six against nineteen.

The Sun God burned as fiercely as a star after it has burned out.

The Star God shone brightly, as if the Milky Way had been overturned.

The Night God was deep and mysterious, as if eternal night had descended.

The Evil God's tyranny resembles an apocalyptic catastrophe.

The Moon God is vast and boundless, like a surging tide.

And the Goddess of Beauty in the very center also exudes a breathtaking divine Divine Power.

Feeling the six completely different yet equally terrifying Divine Power fluctuations opposite him.

The nineteen black-clad Gods began to feel uneasy.

Guess why they're wearing black?

Covering yourself from head to toe, isn't it all to avoid being discovered?

The Goddess of Beauty has suitors all over the Universe, including many ruthless madmen.

If they find out who ganged up on the Goddess of Beauty at the entrance of the Moon God Palace today, they won't have any peace from now on.

Putting everything else aside, they knew all too well the way that evil Evil God and his Evil God Faction operated.

His divine body was crushed, his Divine Power was scattered, and his consciousness was directly returned to the origin of the Universe, without even being given the chance to reincarnate and rebuild.

A god shrouded in black swallowed hard, his gaze shifting between the Moon God, the Sun God, the Star God, and the Evil God, a bead of cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"Well, we're here today to see the Goddess of Beauty. It has nothing to do with you all."

He hoped that these people would back down after hearing these words.

"Ha, what's there to be afraid of? Just fight."

The other Gods wasn't having it, and snorted gruffly.

His brain is probably made of the same material as a battle axe.

I didn't think about anything except how to play.

The Goddess of Beauty glanced down at the row of black-clad Deities, who were completely covered up, and suddenly burst out laughing.

He pointed to each one with his fingers and said:

"Moon, Evil, you can step aside. As long as you don't interfere, this group over there is nothing but a bunch of weaklings to me. None of you dare to show your faces. What? Do you think you're too ugly to be seen in public?"

A goddess the Goddess of Beauty has never seen before.

They're either ugly, or extremely ugly.

Therefore, there is absolutely nothing wrong with what he said.

"And I guess your Divine Power is only about twenty-odd Love God."

Love God is used as a unit of measurement, was not present.

In the Love God Palace, Love God, who was sitting in a pile of Red Threads and working diligently, sneezed. Red Thread slipped from his knees. He looked up blankly and around, feeling as if a god was talking to him.

Could it be that the Goddess of Beauty misses him?