Bargel, who had been raging like thunder, suddenly calmed down. Smiling genially at the gods around him, he said, "Then I won't feel the slightest psychological burden about killing every last one of you. Though we undead hate owing favors, when we're truly driven into a corner, favors are just... Mu Wei, I'll spare you, then let you take Shiva's place!"
Drawing a deep breath, Bargel's eyes gleamed wickedly as he looked Mu Wei up and down. "I have to admit, though you're still a little green, you're much younger than Shiva. Green as you are, once I slowly train you, you'll become more and more charming! Become my wife, and together we'll rule humanity. We will become the true, sole gods!"
Mu Wei's face turned a ghastly green. Looking at Bargel, whose body kept sprouting pitch-black writhing worms, she hurriedly scratched at her fiercely itching face. She shrieked in furious disgust, "Go die, Bargel! A disgusting old thing like you deserves to spend the rest of your life with worms! Kill him! Kill him before this Evil Fetus of Myriad Spirits matures!"
Bargel rushed toward the blood pool. Retreating as he went, he burst into laughter. "It's bad to pull seedlings up to help them grow, but when one is forced into it, there's no helping it! It hasn't matured yet, but as long as it has enough nourishment, waking my dear child early won't leave him with any lasting harm."
Cackling, Bargel swiftly leaped to the edge of the blood pool, then plunged headfirst into the enormous ball of flesh.
The gods were horrified. The Elven goddess who had recognized the Evil Fetus of Myriad Spirits screamed herself hoarse, "Don't let him awaken that evil thing! Kill all the Undead gods, then destroy that thing that should never