Final Chapter (Extra-Long Chapter) (cont.)

Moirai murmured softly.

At this very moment, the outside world presents a completely different picture.

The time spent communicating between Qin Chu, Big Saya, Little Saya, and Moirai was neither long nor short.

However, in this short period of time, the situation on the battlefield has changed to another state. The God of Plague and Calamity has disappeared, and even the Star Devourer has just been devoured by the Father God.

Since the Evil of Chaos was devoured, the Father God's power has increased once again, and with one less companion, they are even more powerless to face the Father God's attacks.

Only one Decomposer of All Things remained, desperately fleeing in terror.

But there was nowhere to escape.

The surrounding space was completely sealed off, like a huge castle, covering this large area.

The Decomposer of All Things attempted to break through the spatial barrier, but the spatial seal personally created by the Father God was so sturdy that it could not be broken in a short time.

He could even clearly feel a giant hand rapidly approaching from behind.

Just when the Decomposer of All Things was almost in despair, thinking that he was doomed, a strange noise suddenly came from behind him.

"Damn it, you bastard, you're not dead? What are you doing?"

The Father God's roar, filled with Wrath and tyranny, came from behind.

The Decomposer of All Things instinctively turned around, only to see the Father God's face twisted in Wrath and shock, his eyes bulging and bulging out.

He was frantically slapping his head with one hand while flailing his other arm wildly.

Even the most haphazard waving motions generated terrifying shockwaves, causing the earth to tremble and mountains to shake. The divine domain personally condensed by the Father God, and the spatial seal, began to crack.

His body movements appeared extremely uncoordinated; his hands and legs seemed to have lost control.

The scene even gave the Decomposer of All Things the illusion that there was another consciousness vying for control of the body within the Father God's mind.

Within Qin Chu's physical body, Qin Chu soul had become entangled with the soul of the Strongest Evil God, like a moth drawn to a flame.

Within this body, Qin Chu possesses unique advantages.

The most powerful Evil God, although his strength increased after devouring several other Evil God, his soul was weakened due to the damage he suffered in previous battles.

He remained focused on hunting down the Evil God ahead.

Qin Chu's soul, carrying a blend of black and white light, silently approached the back of the Strongest Evil God's soul. Without any hesitation, he mobilized all his power and directly unleashed the Yin-Yang Separation.

Caught off guard by the sneak attack, the power level of the Yin-Yang Separation was higher than that of the Strongest Evil God, and that powerful yet broken soul was instantly plunged into an unprecedented turmoil.

Within that black and white intertwined power, there seemed to be indescribable might. The Strongest Evil God even felt that his soul was about to be burned to ashes and torn apart in this diametrically opposed energy.

This is a rather serious trauma.

The fact that it could directly and severely damage the soul of the Strongest Evil God is enough to show just how exaggerated the destructive power of the Yin-Yang Separation is.

However, the difference in absolute strength is simply too great.

Even if Qin Chu's power of yin and yang fusion is at a higher level, twice or even ten times that of the Strongest Evil God... the soul strength of the Strongest Evil God is ten or even a hundred times that of Qin Chu.

Water can extinguish fire... but in the face of raging flames, even a bucket of water can only be mercilessly evaporated.

Relying on his absolutely powerful soul force, and enduring the excruciating pain of his soul being torn apart, the Strongest Evil God forcibly suppressed the fluctuations in his consciousness.

The soul emitted two crimson lights, which were its pupils, staring intently at the tiny figure before it, its gaze filled with intense hatred and resentment.

He hadn't expected Qin Chu to still be alive, and even less that this despicable fellow would sneak back unnoticed and inflict a severe wound on him from behind.

Compared to the Father God's Wrath, Qin Chu was much calmer, and a slight smile could even be seen on his face.

The soul opened its arms, carrying with it the intertwined power of darkness and the good fortune blessed by the Goddess of Fate, and pounced on the most powerful Evil God opposite it.

Their souls were intertwined once again.

This is not a fair fight.

The soul of the Strongest Evil God was simply too powerful, and Qin Chu's will was quickly suppressed.

"Mortal, I admire your courage."

The voice of the Strongest Evil God still echoed within this body. His soul had almost turned into a vast expanse of thick fog, violently churning and writhing, enveloping and squeezing Qin Chu's soul.

His soul transformed into a gigantic stomach, attempting to devour and absorb Qin Chu's defiant spirit.

"But you're stupid."

"Having survived by sheer luck, you should find a place to live a humble and wretched existence, instead of coming here to fight me to the death. Do you really think that with your weak soul, you can contend with my will?"

Qin Chu's soul writhed and struggled, like a worm being suppressed by a colossal creature; each of his struggles was utterly futile.

That's impressive.

Even though he had suffered numerous injuries and his soul was weakened to the extreme, the Strongest Evil God's soul strength was still far superior to his own—a gap that was almost impossible to bridge, regardless of how much courage he actually possessed.

However, Qin Chu was not afraid; in fact, his smile grew even brighter, "Who knows..."

"Have you forgotten that I'm not your only enemy...?"

The soul of the Strongest Evil God suddenly fluctuated. He sensed danger and was about to react when he discovered that countless black and white threads suddenly extended from Qin Chu's soul, instantly weaving into a large net that directly enveloped his soul.

These seemingly delicate threads were far more resilient than He had imagined, and He was unable to break free for a time.

The brief restriction caused the Strongest Evil God's movements to slow down slightly.

The next instant, a surging, dark, and sinister energy, like a tsunami, swept over and directly assaulted the soul of the Strongest Evil God.

The Decomposer of All Things.

He initially wanted to flee, but upon seeing the Father God's appearance, He abandoned the idea of escape. He knew that He only had one chance to kill the Father God, and once the Father God recovered, He would surely die.

Therefore, He seized this brief moment and unleashed His most powerful strength.

Swish!

In that instant, the large expanse of black and white threads that Qin Chu's soul had evolved from and was wrapped around the soul of the Strongest Evil God were instantly disintegrated.

Qin Chu's entire soul became a little lighter.

The soul of the Strongest Evil God was even scraped off in large chunks.

Does it hurt?

It hurts!

But Qin Chu displayed an inhuman level of willpower at this moment.

Even though his soul was enduring the pain of being disintegrated, his actions showed no hesitation. Large strands of silk once again bound the soul of the Strongest Evil God, preventing the Strongest Evil God's consciousness from escaping.

That's not all; the Strongest Evil God could also clearly sense some shimmering dark gold threads emerging from the depths.

That was another soul, a soul filled with misfortune and curses.

That was the power of the Goddess of Fate, Moirai. As a goddess, she wouldn't let Qin Chu bear all of this alone.

Immediately afterwards, a series of violent shocks surged within His soul—the soul that He had previously swallowed and was waiting to digest, which originally belonged to Him.

These two souls merged directly into His soul, like sharp steel needles piercing His soul, bringing unbearable pain.

That's Big Saya, Little Saya!

Just as Qin Chu was protecting them, they also wanted to protect their lovers, no matter what kind of beings they faced!

The Decomposition Divinity of the Decomposer of All Things washes over us time and time again.

Once, twice, three times...

That was a pain that felt like it was gnawing at your very bones and grinding your very marrow.

The Strongest Evil God could not escape. Perhaps He could break free from Qin Chu and Moirai's threads, but that brief moment was enough for the Decomposer of All Things to unleash its decomposition power once more. The pain of having His soul crushed, worn down, and pierced made it difficult for Him to control His own soul and launch an effective counterattack.

This is the agony of drawing ever closer to death.

Qin Chu didn't know how many times his soul had been broken down; he felt that his consciousness had almost become blurred.

This is the will of mortals, sometimes even more powerful than that of gods.

But it seems we've reached our limit.

At that moment, Qin Chu's soul suddenly glimpsed a bright, holy, silvery-white light descending from the sky.

Like a pillar of light, it enveloped Qin Chu's soul.

It's so warm.

The matter with the Goddess of Holy Light is finally over.

I wonder if this counts as a stroke of good luck?

This was the last thought that surfaced in Qin Chu's soul. The next instant, Qin Chu's consciousness plunged into darkness.

Before his consciousness faded into darkness, Qin Chu heard the mournful cry of the Strongest Evil God's soul being burned, and he saw... blazing Holy Flame burning.

No one knows how much time has passed.

It's still that Void, still that prison.

Little Lucia remained curled up in a corner of the cage, her slender hands embracing her knees.

Her face looked somewhat distressed and sad.

Right on her chest, a soft white light was shimmering, within which was a wisp of gray-black mist—a soul...

She is using her own power to nourish this severely damaged soul, the power of faith winding around it thread by thread, slowly mending the soul's damaged traces.

This will be a long process; even Lucia doesn't know how long it will take—ten years, a hundred years, or a thousand years?

But she will keep waiting.

"Saya, how are they...?" A faint fluctuation came from the remnant soul in her chest.

"It's alright, your women are all fine. They're preparing for the wedding, getting their wedding dresses ready, waiting for you to come back." Lucia smiled gently. "For their sake, you should get well soon too."

Where is Father God?

"They've fallen."

Where is Moirai?

"She's injured too, but... a little better than you."

"And the Decomposer of All Things..."

"Exiled!"

"I see..."

"You've worked really hard." Lucia extended a finger and gently poked the soul floating on her chest. "You saved this world. What reward do you want? I can grant your wish."

What would I do if I wanted you?

A blush instantly spread across her fair face, and her slender little finger gently poked the broken soul. "You're still thinking about this kind of thing now? You should really rest."

"Hehe..."

A faint laugh seemed to come from within his remnant soul, before he fell silent again. He was truly exhausted and longed for a good night's sleep.

But... I promise you!

This is a world completely different from the Skyvault Continent.

A tall figure appeared in a passageway, his face somewhat blank as he looked at the towering buildings ahead and the cars speeding along the smooth road. Everything was both familiar and blurry.

His expression was somewhat blank and dazed.

Then, his expression slowly began to change, from the initial blankness to intense excitement, even madness, as he breathed heavily, almost Greed.

The next second, he burst into maniacal laughter like a madman.

"My brother, we've finally, finally arrived in this world, Earth! Can you see that? We succeeded! We succeeded!" the man roared excitedly, proclaiming to the other self within his body that no longer existed.

Soon, he will become the ruler of this world, and all living beings in this world will be his slaves.

In this world devoid of any extraordinary powers, he, the Demon King, Naggeror, is the eternal ruler.

"Hey buddy, stop laughing. It's bad influence. People will think you're an idiot."