Devouring Divinity

Backlund Bridge Borough, Ralastville Street.

The massive wreckage of Airship lay askew in the riverbed, kerosene leaking from its fuel tanks and flowing onto the Tussock River, burning fiercely on the surface. The dark river water reflected a dazzling orange-red hue. The bright flames also illuminated the streets on the riverbank, projecting the figures of the fighting warriors onto the buildings opposite. Thus, the originally fierce melee suddenly transformed into a spectacular projection show.

Bang bang bang!

"Boom!"

Praise the Lord!

Gunshots rang out, and frantic, eerie prayers echoed intermittently.

The "Red Gloves" worked together, entangled with a large group of fanatical Cultist. The fearless cultists ignored the bullet wounds and charged forward like Tide. Even when wounded by bullets, they would often only sway slightly and it didn't have much of an effect.

What's even more troublesome is that among the ordinary fanatics are a few "Shadow Ascetic" and "Rose Bishop" who conceal themselves and launch attacks silently, causing considerable trouble for these Nighthawks.

Fortunately, the Cultist were facing an elite group of Nighthawks, well-trained and equipped with numerous Beyonder Item. Although they couldn't defeat them immediately, they were able to maintain their lines and withstand wave after wave of attacks.

"These guys are insane!"

Leonard raised his hand and struck a shadowy figure that was moving rapidly beneath the feet of Cultist, cursing angrily. Normally, these Cultists would hide in the darkness of the city like cockroaches and rats, but now they had all come out.

The number of Cultist surrounding them was simply too great; he felt that perhaps half of Backlund's Aurora Order members were present. Although the Three Great Churches and the Loen government were the largest forces in Backlund, the opposing side did indeed have a numerical advantage before reinforcements arrived.

How much longer do we have to hold out before reinforcements arrive?

Leonard looked up with a hint of worry at the other side of the street.

There, two powerful extraordinary beings are locked in battle.

Mr. A, whose handsome face had changed drastically, now stood three or four meters tall, with ram's horns on his head, bat wings on his back, and Sulfur Blue Flame swirling around him. The Lava Greatsword in his hand was incredibly sharp, and each swing brought astonishing destruction, silently melting the ground and walls, leaving terrible scars.

Opposite Mr. A, the tall and slender "Wings of the Goddess" Isabella held up her astonishingly large Revolver, firing it intermittently. Beneath the wide sleeve of her right arm, something was flapping and opening, directly "wiping away" any approaching attacks. It was because of this ability that Mr. A was unable to get close.

The battle had been going on for some time, and the Red Gloves had failed to break through the Aurora Order's blockade, allowing Lanevus to escape.

"Boom--"

Just then, a dull thud came from the distant street, as if the road had collapsed. A sense of sacred yet Filth blasphemy instantly spread from there and quickly reached this place.

"It's Lanevus! He's over there!"

Leonard immediately recognized that the familiar, eerie aura emanating from Lanevus. Although he didn't know why, Lanevus didn't seem to have gone too far; he was still nearby!

On the other side of the street, Mr. A and "Wings of the Goddess" Isabella also simultaneously sensed Lanevus.

The former was surprised and angry, while the latter saw an opportunity.

"Leonard, go after him!"

She shouted.

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

Leonard, upon receiving the order, responded loudly in return.

At the same time, the other Red Gloves acted swiftly and decisively, taking the initiative to open a temporary passage for Leonard. He grabbed his Revolver and dashed out through the passage to chase after the fleeing Lanevus.

"Snort!"

A rage flashed in Mr. A's eyes as he swung his Sword of Lava at Leonard's back, sending a dark blue flame, wrapped in a terrible Curse and poison, flying toward his back. But the blue flame was "swept away" halfway as Isabella stepped in front of him.

Don't forget about me.

She chuckled softly and spoke to the other person.

In that short time, Leonard had already dashed out of the street and disappeared.

"Bang! Bang!"

Luther's body was collapsing, constantly bursting open and blooming into dazzling, crimson "roses." But at the same time, his body's Flesh repair power was constantly working, and countless roses quickly closed up after blooming, as if accumulating power for the next flowering season.

Destruction, restoration, holiness, and evil—these themes played out repeatedly in his life.

A deep, intense darkness lingered on his body, casting flickering light beneath the rose petals and deep within the cracks of Flesh, like a faulty light bulb.

Luther felt like he was about to burst.

The offspring of the evil god had been killed, and all the Filth and madness had been submerged and Destruction by the sea, leaving only a trace of pure Divinity. However, even this trace of pure Divinity was an immense burden for him!

Moreover, the extreme rage of the True Creator echoed in his mind. No, it could even be described as a roar. Luther had killed His offspring and devoured the Divinity within Him. This not only ruined His opportunity to God Descent, but was also a mad blasphemy against the god Himself!

"Whoosh--"

Luther struggled to hold on, the Phantom Tide resisting the onslaught of his delirium. Within him, the Curse brought by Lanevus was gradually being dissolved. Once the Curse was gone, the True Creator would temporarily cease calling out because the connection was severed.

"Cough cough."

His body trembled, collapsing and then recovering, leaving him unable to move for a moment.

Beside him, Lanevus's enormous body gradually disintegrated, turning into pure blood that flowed into the filthy underground sewers of Backlund. This despicable and cunning con artist ultimately became a sacrifice to the gods, vanishing completely, both in spirit and body.

My thing is still inside him.

Luther Consciousness vaguely as he looked into the mass of flesh Flesh.

Within the crimson and deformed Flesh, something rich in Spirituality seemed to be emanating, shimmering with a strange radiance.

Could it be that he absorbed all my "Pain"?

Luther was lost in thought.

"Thump thump thump!"

Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded from the street above. A man in a black uniform came running towards them, his hands clad in bright red gloves, making him stand out in the Evernight.

Leonard ran to the gap, stopped at the broken opening, and looked down warily.

His expression quickly turned to one of utter shock. Amidst the chaos, Lanevus's body was festering, and a strange man was struggling frantically and painfully in the same spot, his body breaking down and healing itself. For this reason, the man's shattered appearance was difficult to discern.

"He looks so strange. Did he kill Lanevus, or is he an enemy too?"

Leonard was pondering what to do when he suddenly heard a sharp "whoosh" sound behind him, as if something was cutting through the air and hurtling towards him.

He jumped aside to avoid it and discovered that they were several tarot cards, embedded straight into the ground.

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