The Fall of a True God
Luther held a strange playing card in his hand. On the card was drawn Roselle hanging upside down, naked and covered in bloodstains on an inverted Cross, but with a peaceful and kind look in his eyes.
At the top of the card, above Roselle's feet, the glittering starlight coalesced into the words: "Sequence 0, The Hanged Man."
The Hanged Man card from the Card of Blasphemy!
Luther gripped the card tightly and viciously plunged it into his chest.
The possession of the Card of Blasphemy had at least two effects on him. First, it elevated his status, greatly aiding him in his tug-of-war with the True Creator. Second, the Card of Blasphemy itself was created by Roselle, and he had a strong mystical connection with the latter!
"Very good..."
Within the magnificent Divine Kingdom, Roselle, seated in reverence, uttered a sound of satisfaction upon witnessing this scene. He abruptly rose from his Throne, his majestic robes and jet-black crown instantly radiating strange fluctuations that resonated throughout the entire Divine Kingdom.
He opened his mouth, and his undeniable voice echoed between heaven and earth, "I am the Black Emperor, I am the ruler of all things, the controller of Order."
"Facing the entire world," Roselle declared with authority.
Immediately afterwards, he drew his powerful, jewel-encrusted sword and aimed it at the upside-down Giant below.
"Luther Rondal."
Roselle's voice boomed from the mountaintop, "In the name of [the Dictator], I [recognize] you as the new Hanged Man!"
That was the supreme authority from the "Black Emperor," representing the ultimate control over the "Shadow of Order." All Order and law in the world had to submit to him; they were all objects he could use, and all things he could discard!
"The moment the bomb hit, Luther's aura suddenly surged."
The Hanged Man card within his body released a powerful aura, and the Chaos Sea outside his body surged violently. He felt his Spirituality suddenly surge, as if in that instant, no force could stop him!
"No, Lord..."
On the blood-red Cross, the "Silent Angel" Heliodorus wore a pained expression. Around him, the faces of the believers, formed from Flesh, were also Distortion in agony.
"Luther Rondal, you can never defeat the Lord!"
At the crucial moment, this "Silent Angel" finally lost his usual composure and shouted to Luther, "The Lord is here, in our hearts, you can never..."
"Shut up!"
Luther cursed angrily, lowered his head, opened his mouth, and bit down on the blood-red Cross, crushing it with a "crack" and swallowing it whole. Then he bent down and plunged his hands deep into the huge, crisscrossing wound of the True Creator.
With the support of "Black Emperor" Roselle and the Chaos Sea and beyond, he is now powerful enough!
"Die, True Creator!"
Luther roared, straining his arms and bulging his muscles.
"Go to hell, you filthy god who only pollutes others' shit!"
The god's body reacted with tremendous resistance; his arms continued to break apart, muscles bursting and repairing themselves, blood gushing out and flowing back in.
Images from the past flashed before his eyes: the fanatical believers, the Catastrophe they brought upon him, the people who had vanished... At this moment, all of these became his motivation, driving him to ruthlessly tear open the wounds of the gods with unimaginable power!
In the next instant, it seemed as if everything in the world had stopped, and all eyes were focused on the inverted Cross on the mountain peak.
Like a New Life river, or like a panicked worm, the wounds Luther tore open expanded into terrifying cracks, spreading across the Giant 'Giant body and tearing at it until it was completely shattered.
Finally, centered on Luther, the rampant expansion of the rift split the divine body of the True Creator into three pieces!
Just as the split was completely complete, the Giant, who had been struggling violently, suddenly stopped moving.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
"Puff!!"
Crimson blood gushed from the cracks, as if a blood rain had fallen from mid-air onto the mountain peaks. Wherever the extremely red blood touched, the land was Corrosion, and countless Distortion Degeneration Monster were born from it.
"Lord..."
At the foot of the mountain, the remaining followers of the True Creator stared blankly at the bleeding True God at the summit. From the "Rose Saint" down to the ordinary people, everyone remained frozen in place.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Like popping a balloon filled with red paint, their bodies exploded one after another, eventually turning into Flesh, merging with the blood of the gods on the ground, becoming indistinguishable from each other.
Meanwhile, on the Cross at the mountain's summit, Luther finally pulled his body out of the crack, successfully severing his fusion with the True Creator.
His body was like the last nail holding the god's remains together; the moment it was pulled out, the Giant's body exploded with a deafening roar!
"Boom"
Amidst a deafening roar, the body of the True Creator exploded into three parts!
As if an invisible force were at work, the three body fragments shot out in all directions with tremendous power. Each fragment shimmered with powerful Spirituality, moving at astonishing speed, leaving streaks of Spirituality light and blood Filth against the dark sky.
The traces flew away into the distance.
That's... Characteristic of the three Sequence 1?
Luther looked at the three parts that had exploded and realized what was happening.
He saw that the part containing the head flew west, while the other two parts flew south and east respectively.
Stop them!
Luther Consciousness tried to stop it, but found that his arm felt like it was filled with Mercury and he couldn't lift it at all. The act of tearing apart the divine body had already exhausted a lot of his strength, leaving him with no room to stop the dispersion of the three Characteristic.
Where's Lao Huang?
He quickly looked up, wanting to ask for help.
But Luther soon saw that Roselle had already sat back on the Throne, his chest heaving and his hands gripping the armrests tightly, as if he were enduring some kind of pain—for him, who had just regained his godhood, the exertion he had just exerted had also brought severe exhaustion.
Not only that, Roselle's gaze was still warily fixed on the western direction. The Avatar that had flown westward hadn't gone far when it suddenly dropped in altitude. As if something was affecting it, it crashed down.
Luther stood at the top of the inverted Cross, gazing into the distance.
Soon he saw the figures of Adam and Ouroboros gradually emerge from the ground near the body parts.
Adam went to the wound and bent down to take out the "Blasphemy Slate." As for Ouroboros, he was even more devout, kneeling before the body parts and carefully feeling around for a while. When he stood up again, there was a carefully wrapped swaddling cloth in his arms.
The two King of Angel stared at Luther from a distance.
The sky over the Forsaken Land of the Gods " was dark, Luther could not see the expressions on their faces. He could only see Adam's golden eyes shining in the darkness.
How would He feel if His years of planning had ultimately turned out this way?
... He probably had no feelings at all, after all, He was a pure god without blood or tears.
Perhaps out of fear of Roselle in the Astral World above, Adam and Ouroboros did not make any further attacking moves, but simply turned and left with the stone tablet and the swaddling clothes.
They simply vanished into thin air.
"Call..."
Only at this moment did Luther finally feel at ease.
He plopped down atop the Cross, gasped for breath, then looked up, waved to the Astral World realm, and said, "1..."
Thanks, Lao Huang.
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Within the Divine Kingdom, the majestic Roselle appeared somewhat weary. He slightly curled the corners of his lips, then turned and walked towards his Throne.
A dense darkness gathered from all directions, completely engulfing the Astral World and his figure.
Soon, the "Forsaken Land of the Gods" returned to its Curse state once again.