Destruction Demon Wolf

Besides these subordinate gods, several offspring of the Demon Wolf had also arrived, all Sequence 2 Angels, Gozrat among them.

But no one dared to cause trouble at this moment; the Destruction Demon Wolf had killed more than one of its own children.

All the subordinate gods and angels obediently walked up the mountain peak, where the Destruction Demon Wolf's temple stood.

Amanises passed through a layer of mist, and the view before her suddenly opened up.

Here, there was a complex of buildings that could be called magnificent even in later ages, filled with countless giants, elves, and other Beyonder Creatures living within—palaces, cooking smoke, markets—this was the domain of a god!

The moment these people set foot here, the entire city fell silent.

All living things were sluggish, lifeless, their bodies turning in unison, hollow eyes staring at Amanises and the others.

"Almir! War!"

The Oracle emerged from every mouth, gradually converging into a wave of sound that swept across the entire mountain range. All living beings in this region heard the terrifying Oracle.

Countless low-rank Beyonder Creatures exploded, bursting into bloody mist. The blood stained the entire mountain red, and gradually, from the depths of the temple, a will filled with violence and destruction awakened.

And in the eyes of the four subordinate gods, the darkness at the deepest part of the magnificent temple stirred. A mad and bloodthirsty aura severely impacted their mental states.

The God of Death was fine, without the most direct suppression.

Worms of Spirit kept falling from the Darkness Demon Wolf and Antigonus, twisting wildly, exploding, then turning into specks of light and returning to their bodies, cycling over and over.

Amanises showed the same signs. Her body seemed about to transform into a pure Eight-Legged Demon Wolf, with dark and concealed powers rampaging within. Her body was being concealed, and the souls she controlled and grazed were wailing, shattering!

At this moment, Amanises even showed signs of madness.

Of course, all of this was an illusion. Amanises's mental state was very stable, but how could she reveal a flaw here?

At a time like this, if she didn't act a little crazy, how could she blend in with the group?

"Ankewelt! Soniathrym!" These were two Ancient Gods, both having fused materials from multiple pathways. Though they were better off than the Destruction Demon Wolf, they were equally mad and cruel.

Two blood-red, crazed gazes lit up in the deep darkness. Behind the darkness, another power surged, peering into fate.

But this surge of fate power gradually intensified the Destruction Demon Wolf's madness, and the aura of destruction grew stronger.

War and slaughter were commonplace for Ancient Gods of this era. The subordinate gods and angels were used to it, showing no surprise, waiting quietly.

The aura of fate continued to surge. The Spirit World descended, and the entire city became grotesque and bizarre. Marionettes kept exploding within it, becoming part of the Spirit World.

The Destruction Demon Wolf occupied the Fool Pathway and held a portion of the authority over fate. Naturally, this action was to spy on the outcome of this battle.

All the angels bowed their heads, waiting for the Destruction Demon Wolf's orders.

Amanises's gaze was calm and placid, without any superfluous emotion.

"Roar!" After an unknown amount of time, the Destruction Demon Wolf within the mist let out a furious roar, and a strange power spread out.

Amanises's eyes went dull. She stood there in a daze, as if she had forgotten why she had come here.

Her instincts struggled, seeming to want to assume a defensive posture, but some kind of suggestion existed, making her offer no resistance.

The others were the same. Antigonus stared blankly at the Father God's marionette, feeling that it should be hung up—that would be more elegant.

The God of Death gazed up at the sky, probably pondering the profound philosophical question of whether the Phoenix counted as a bird.

Gozrat stared at the Goddess of Misfortune's back, beginning to doubt himself, then finding that this enemy, who combined the aesthetics of both humans and demon wolves, didn't seem so hateful anymore.

The other beings besides these angels were even worse off, losing all intelligence, forgetting themselves, becoming fools.

But this power was not stable enough to last long. The next moment, the subordinate gods and angels regained their wits, lowering their heads in reverence, not daring to show the slightest dissatisfaction.

This was the "Fooling" authority held by the Destruction Demon Wolf, incomplete though it was, but to these subordinate gods and angels, it was already an extremely terrifying power.

"..." Amanises's pupils contracted sharply. She concealed all her emotions before returning to her calm appearance.

"March on the Giant King's Court!"

The Destruction Demon Wolf's madness-filled eyes swept over all the subordinate gods and angels. Fortunately, the Demon Wolf was only mad, not stupid, and did not attack these subordinate gods and angels.

These angels were to gather "cannon fodder" for this war and could not die yet.

"Destruction above!" All the subordinate gods and angels dared not say anything else and respectfully withdrew.

The Destruction Demon Wolf's eyes remained blood-red, flickering in the mist. Ancient Gods were only mad; they still had the most basic rationality—they just didn't need it.

"Chaos Sea!" The Destruction Demon Wolf's madness did not diminish as it looked toward the unknown region above the Spirit World. "Sefirah Castle!"

These were the two Sefirahs that could currently be sensed.

The Chaos Sea was hidden deep in the earth's core; those who entered were contaminated. Sefirah Castle hung high above the Spirit World but was utterly impossible to find.

"I cannot allow Ankewelt and Soniathrym any chance!"

Rationality surfaced in the Destruction Demon Wolf's mind, giving it this understanding, but the next moment it fell back into madness. Its body, hidden beneath the mist, collapsed and reformed. The Worms of Spirit on it wailed incessantly, and illusory tentacles slapped against space.

"Sefirah Castle! Sefirah Castle!"

This desire—able to see but unable to reach—drove the Destruction Demon Wolf even madder.

Previously, the Dragon of Imagination and the Elf King had been the same as It, but at this moment, the power of the Chaos Sea surged, giving Them an opportunity.

But It still couldn't reach it!

The desire for destruction blazed with unprecedented intensity, and the entire divine kingdom of destruction was shrouded under a terrifying will.

Amanises ignored everything around her, slipping past several Demon Wolf interceptors to return to her own temple, where she concealed herself in secrecy.

It was only then that her emotions truly erupted.

"Destruction Demon Wolf..." Amanises's feelings surged, her murderous intent rising ceaselessly. Only in a place like this did she dare to harbor such thoughts.

The authority of deception was nearly insurmountable for her at present; at any moment, she could be stripped of her wisdom, losing the calm she relied on most.

"Not long now!" Soon, the goddess's emotions quieted down. Examining herself, she noticed the difference from before.

"My emotions have grown richer..." The goddess chuckled softly. This was not a bad thing. She had not been in this world for very long, and the scenes of yesterday were still the clearest images in her memory.

Some time later, the Goddess of Misfortune emerged from her temple once more, clad in a war skirt and wielding a great scythe. Under the shroud of night, she led numerous Beyonder Creatures of the Darkness Pathway on an expedition to the Giant King's Court.