Cul held a scimitar wreathed in burning black flames and stared indifferently at Chen Mo.
Chen Mo raised an eyebrow.
This guy looks like he was specifically waiting for me here.
However, he was too lazy to ask any questions.
Anyway, once you swallow the other party whole, you'll naturally find out everything.
" Destined Death, is it?"
Chen Mo grinned, and blackish-red carapaces grew out, covering his face.
I've remembered your last words.
The words had barely left his mouth.
Beneath Chen Mo's feet, a large expanse of black and red matter exploded with a deafening roar, and countless fleshy tentacles shot into the sky, like a black tsunami spreading out, carrying crimson-gold energy as it slammed down on Cul from above.
Each tentacle was growing wildly, its tip turning into sharp bone spurs, densely piercing Cul's body.
Cul raised his head, his expression remaining calm as he faced the raging tide of flesh and blood sweeping through the smaller dimension.
He gripped the curved knife and gently twisted his wrist.
A black Blade sliced through the void.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor any terrifying energy shock.
A wisp of black flame spread along the Blade, instantly engulfing a large area of space in front of it.
The first tentacle touched the black flame.
It was neither charred nor cut.
The cells, which were dividing wildly, suddenly lost their ability to function.
The growth and regeneration of the Blacklight Virus were forcibly blocked, rendering it inactive.
The tentacles turned black from the very tip, then crumbled inch by inch, turning into a grayish-white ash.
Immediately afterwards, the second, third, and fourth tentacles went out simultaneously.
The entire horde of blood and flesh began to die from the point of contact.
The black flames had no temperature, yet they were far more domineering than any flames Chen Mo had ever encountered before. They did not destroy flesh or display destructive power; they merely announced that the flesh had reached the end of its life.
Wow!
The countless tentacles turned to ashes in mid-air, and a black dust rain fell within the dimension.
Chen Mo stood in the gray rain, looking at Cul, his crimson-gold eyes flickering slightly.
"That's interesting."
Inside the New York Sanctum.
The Ancient One watched the scene on the light screen, her brows slowly furrowed.
" Odin, what exactly is going on?"
What's going on?
"You told me before that Cul was the God of Fear, but now it seems that the power he wields is closer to death, and a very deep level of death power at that."
The Ancient One raised his hand to enlarge the light screen.
Those black flames are silently devouring the rules of dimensions, and even space itself is losing its vitality.
"Fear can destroy life, but never in this form. That last strike gave those tentacles their true end."
Odin's face was very grim.
Don't ask me, I don't know either.
"You are his brother."
"I know I'm Cul's brother, but now I'm not sure if he really is Cul."
Odin gripped the Gungnir tightly, his one eye fixed intently on Cul.
He, too, found it hard to believe.
This power was completely different from the Fear God-Force that Cul had used before, and it even reminded him of the day that Asgard least wanted to face.
Ragnarok.
Flames burned the world, gods died one after another, and even the World Tree wailed in the disaster.
That was not simply destruction.
That was an era heading towards its end.
And now, Cul is emanating a similar aura.
"I think the power he possesses might be related to Ragnarok."
Odin said in a low voice.
"Possible?"
"Damn it, I already told you I didn't know."
Odin glanced at the Ancient One with a dark expression.
"When I sealed him away, he was merely the God of Fear. Thousands of years have passed; who knows what he did beneath the World Tree?"
"At least they're very diligent."
The Ancient One picked up his teacup.
"They've been kneeling for thousands of years, that's far more effort than you put in back then. You've only been hanging upside down for a few days and nights!"
Odin's face darkened further.
Under the World Tree.
The black flesh and blood behind Chen Mo reassembled.
The tentacles that had just died did not regenerate.
More tentacles, adorned with crimson-gold patterns, surged forth from his body, extending in all directions.
They even enveloped this dimension from the outside, turning the sky into their own domain.
Black energy cores condensed deep within the flesh and blood.
The next moment.
Thousands of crimson-gold beams shot out from the sky simultaneously, completely covering the location where Cul was.
Space was forcibly torn apart by energy, and the dimensions themselves were constantly trembling under the bombardment.
Cul raised his scimitar, Blade fell.
Everything has an end.
The beams of light, containing terrifying energy, simultaneously went out less than ten meters from his body.
The energy that sustained the beam lost its reason and foundation to continue existing, and it died, turning into large patches of dim light.
Cul took a step forward, a step that transcended space.
His figure appeared in front of Chen Mo in an instant, the black scimitar grazing Chen Mo's chest.
Chen Mo raised his arm to block, and the Blade wreathed in black flames struck the crimson-gold armor.
Click.
The shell didn't break; it simply died.
From the point where the Blade touched the target, the crimson-gold patterns quickly dimmed, and the hard, blackish-red carapace lost all its vitality, peeling off piece by piece like a stone that had rotted for countless years.
Half of Chen Mo's arm disappeared on the spot.
He staggered backward, a gruesome wound splitting open on his chest.
The black blood, having just flowed out, immediately lost its flow and turned into a pool of pus.
Chen Mo looked down at his injuries.
This was the first time he had truly fallen into a disadvantageous position.
"Indeed, flames are merely a form of expression."
Chen Mo raised his head, his gaze falling on the scimitar in Cul's hand.
"That's your Destined Death? That's great, where did you get it?"
Cul did not answer; he swung his knife again.
Wherever the Blade passed, space died one after another, then disintegrated, and the surrounding golden light quickly dimmed.
Chen Mo's figure flashed, instantly splitting into hundreds of black and red afterimages.
The scimitar darted through the afterimages.
The afterimages neither exploded nor dissipated; instead, they remained frozen in place, as if life had been drained from them, before turning to ashes.
Cul's Blade never stopped.
One step, one slash, a blur of death.
Hundreds of Chen Mo's disappeared in just a few seconds.
The real Chen Mo emerged from behind Cul, his Five Fingers transforming into sharp spears, imbued with crimson-gold energy, and pierced towards the back of Kur's head.
Cul seemed to have known he would appear.
The black scimitar swept backward.
The spear tip collided with the Blade, and the Blacklight Virus cells instantly stopped growing.
Chen Mo's Five Fingers were severed in the middle, and there was no sign of recovery at the cut.
Cul turned around, Blade fell again.
Chen Mo suddenly turned his head.
A black blade flashed across his cheek, instantly draining half his face of color, his skin and flesh turning to ash.
boom!
The energy within Chen Mo's body erupted in full force.
Endless crimson-gold light erupted from his body, instantly blasting Cul away. Kur crashed through several layers of space, his figure completely engulfed by the torrent of energy.
Chen Mo raised his hand, and his five fingers grew back.
However, the recovery rate of freshly killed flesh and blood is significantly slower.
"Interesting, it can actually spread?"
Before the light screen, the expressions of the Ancient One and Odin simultaneously turned serious.
" Chen Mo is being suppressed."
Odin said in a deep voice.
" Cul's power is bypassing him, directly affecting his life or death. As long as this cannot be resolved, Chen Mo's advantage cannot be utilized."
The Ancient One remained silent, for he could see even more clearly.
Cul's knife doesn't simply kill or bring death; it grinds away at a person's potential.
The moment the Blade touches the target, its future will be prematurely cut off.
No matter how powerful one's regenerative abilities are, one cannot restore a future that no longer exists.
This is Destined Death.
"This world is getting stranger and stranger. Where did all these monsters and demons come from?"
The torrent of energy gradually dissipated.
Cul emerged from the shattered space, his black armor tattered, but he himself was unharmed.
He raised his curved sword, the tip pointing at Chen Mo.
"Give up, you cannot devour death."
Who said that?
Chen Mo grinned.
"I just haven't figured out how to eat it yet."
As soon as he finished speaking, his chest burst open with a loud crash.
The massive, black and red maw opened to its limit, and the inside of its body was no longer ordinary flesh and blood, but a boundless, constantly rotating starry sky.
"Show me the power I've just developed!"
A powerful force of devouring erupted from the giant maw.
The surrounding space, energy, and rules are simultaneously drawn towards it.
The ground beneath Cul's feet began to collapse.
Black flames rose from his body, forcefully resisting being devoured.
The two forces clashed head-on beneath the World Tree.
The golden canopy shook violently.
Golden leaves fell from the sky, and as soon as they landed on the black and red substance, they were swallowed up into tiny specks of light.
Cul slowly raised his scimitar.
Black flames covered the blade.
The flames suddenly surged.
A black blade of flame, hundreds of meters long, tore through space, resembling a dark crescent moon, slashing down towards Chen Mo.
Chen Mo gazed at the sword light that stretched across the sky, his interest growing stronger.
He has finally met an opponent worth taking seriously.
"That's what makes it interesting."
Chen Mo raised his hands, and the starry sky within his body began to circulate violently.
"Come on, let me see, will you kill me first, or will I eat you first!"