"Weak, my ass. If you're weak, take a whole box of Viagra and fuck him up," Old Ninth urged impatiently.
"So the lofty Kingdom of God in the West has already been infected by chaos. Hahahaha!" Black Old Ninth laughed as though he had heard the greatest joke in the world, until tears streamed down his face.
Apart from Yue, no one could explain exactly where Black Old Ninth came from.
Most people simply thought he was formed from the resentment of the people Old Ninth had killed.
But they had never considered that Little White Tiger had killed no fewer people than Old Ninth. Why hadn't he turned dark?
"What's that supposed to mean? Did I call you out here to bullshit? If you won't fight, get back inside." Old Ninth slapped himself across the face.
Sairen stood rooted to the spot, dumbfounded.
A mortal... had slapped one of the Void's avatars?
What kind of fucking upside-down world was this?
Black Old Ninth, on the other hand, was long used to it.
Old Ninth alone had cut his head off at least ten times.
"Ran into an old friend. Hehe, just catching up." Black Old Ninth licked his lips, staring at the slime in Sairen's eye sockets as he grinned. "Actually... we don't even need to do anything. These False Gods have already been infected by chaos. Their evil thoughts will gradually devour their reason, until they finally become... beasts controlled by desire."
"Aren't they... responsible for defending against chaos?"
Little White Tiger asked in confusion.
"It's all because of you!" Sairen's face twisted as he roared savagely, "The Supreme God opened the Chaos Gate to fight the Ancient Gods, but... he underestimated the Void's power. We... were all infected!"
Once the defenders became one of them.
Chaos would