Abraham had no time to think further. He called out to Norton, hoping to pull back the Norton who had already run far away. On the other hand, Norton in Biyang had already run out of the Garden of Eden.
In a mere second, Norton traversed the entire Southern Continent and East Continent continents at near the speed of light, then broke through the atmosphere and reached space, even spanning the length of two Garden of Eden.
Contrary to Abraham's expectations, its body did not flee madly into outer space. Instead, it shot straight into the dark, surging waves of souls like a meteor.
After its body left the atmosphere, the lack of air friction prevented it from increasing its speed. Instead, it began to slow down gradually, relying on inertia to resist the gravitational pull of Garden of Eden and continue gliding in outer space, though it was still rapidly decelerating.
The parting clouds and the reduction in Norton's speed finally allowed Abraham to see, with his terrifying eyesight, the tiny figure of His Majesty in outer space.
But this discovery shocked Abraham even more.
What's going on?
Why didn't His Majesty flee alone, but instead charged towards the terrifying Jonah all by himself?
Abraham stared in utter shock at His Majesty's figure in outer space, which, like a meteor with a trail of light, was charging toward the waves of souls. He felt that the filter he had used to view His Majesty for nearly a thousand years had been completely shattered.
It seems Your Majesty has truly been driven mad!
But even though His Majesty has been driven to madness, he still manages to conceal his true strength?
Abraham stared blankly as Norton, seemingly determined and never to return, charged towards the tidal wave of souls sweeping towards Garden of Eden, feeling a surge of tragic grandeur within him.
His Majesty, who used to be cautious and would run away at the slightest setback, has now completely lost hope of survival and is rushing towards the end of death. Such an outcome and contrast is nothing short of tragic.
This also deeply saddened Abraham.
Has Your Majesty become this insane...? No!
Abraham suddenly came to his senses.
Your Majesty's soul is unique. Even if Jonah's soul is of a higher level, it is still difficult for Your Majesty to control this foreign soul.
As Your Majesty said, God cannot destroy matter that He could not create. Similarly, Jonah could not destroy Your Majesty's soul, which is completely different from that of the Garden of Eden! (Still the God -created-stone paradox)
Therefore, theoretically speaking, as long as His Majesty ensures that the unique nature of his soul is not destroyed when facing Jonah, he will be in a state of guaranteed invincibility from beginning to end!
If Your Majesty were to escape at this moment, giving Jonah the illusion that Your Majesty is afraid, then when Jonah arrests Your Majesty but discovers that Your Majesty's soul cannot be destroyed, Jonah could easily deduce from Your Majesty's previous statements that the true weakness of Your Majesty's soul lies in eliminating its unique properties! Otherwise, Your Majesty would have no reason to be afraid! (Last update: Norton's declaration of war against Jonah )
Instead of fleeing, His Majesty charged at Jonah, which confirmed His Majesty's earlier statement: he wanted to devour Jonah's soul in order to ascend to the Fifth Stage!
This would psychologically eliminate Jonah possibility that Jonah might try to alter the uniqueness of Your Majesty's soul, thus completely cutting off Your Majesty's only chance of losing!
"What a brilliant plan!"
Abraham sighed deeply, feeling as if he had been elevated to a higher level.
So that's how it is! So that's how it is! From Your Majesty's arrogant words just now to your current proactive charge, it was all a conspiracy that you had planned long ago!
It's even quite possible that the reason His Majesty concealed his terrifying speed and power, only to suddenly unleash it just now, was also to create the persona of Jonah as someone who had gone completely mad in order to devour his soul!
Using proactive attacks to cover up one's true weaknesses, and using manic behavior to cover up one's true insecurity, Your Majesty is indeed Your Majesty. If it weren't for Abraham's advantage of being close to the source and using their intimate relationship to deduce Your Majesty's answer in advance, Abraham would probably be thinking the same thing as Jonah right now!
Your Majesty, you are truly cunning!
Abraham was overjoyed, his heart filled with the delight and relief of having seen through His Majesty's scheme.
He looked up at the sky, his gaze fixed on His Majesty, who had become an almost imperceptible white dot in his eyes. He hesitated and felt uneasy, wondering which of the two true gods was stronger.
"Buzz!"
Norton's body rushed toward the oncoming wave of souls at supersonic speed, his face contorted with a ferocious fanaticism.
"Advance to the Fifth Stage today! Jonah, offer your soul to my Pale God!"
Before the person even arrived, the Pressure preceded their arrival.
A frenzied and yearning will was transmitted through Norton's Pressure into the mind of the enormous phantom monster.
The Pressure of flesh and blood cannot reach the essence of the soul, which renders his once-effective Pressure useless, only serving the function of transmitting messages.
After all, only Norton's flesh and blood were at the Fourth Stage; his soul remained extremely weak.
The souls, densely packed like a swarm of black locusts, swarmed in and finally intertwined at Norton.
"Aaaaaaah!!!"
Countless grotesque, monstrous souls, resembling skeletons and monsters, swarmed forward, crawling and tearing at Norton's body, like a massive swarm of piranhas, attacking and devouring him one after another, densely packed and endless.
However, just as Abraham had guessed, all their soul attacks had no effect on Norton's flesh and soul.
Although Norton's soul was barren, its vessel was, after all, a Fourth Stage god. Whether considering the interdependence between them or the fact that Norton had lived for thousands of years, the strength of his soul was far beyond what these things that he could easily annihilate could possibly contend with.
Especially since many of these souls had familiar decorations, it was clear that they had died recently.
When they were alive, they were like ants before his Pale God; now that he's dead, he's utterly worthless!
Therefore, Norton's body did not pause at all despite the obstruction of billions of souls. His body broke through the huge wave of souls and then rushed towards the huge monster phantom that was comparable to the Southern Continent like a meteorite.
"My dignity, Pale God!"
My greatness is boundless!
Become one with me, and enjoy eternal holiness! Hahahaha...
Norton's perfectly sculpted face was contorted with madness and amusement, as if he were truly certain of victory and utterly fearless!
However, the next moment...
"You are the source of chaos, causing disorder in the Garden of Eden and destroying the very foundation upon which Garden of Eden functions. You are unforgivable!"
A divine melody rang in Norton's ears, filled with a detached, emotionless Divinity.
As the rhythm began, Norton's enormous hand, which seemed like a tiny ant compared to it, pressed down heavily on the flying Norton.
As it pressed down, the giant hand actually shrank and solidified.
finally.
"Boom!!!!"
A beam of light, black mixed with white, descended from the sky and crashed heavily into a city on the Southern Continent of Garden of Eden.
A deafening roar, like a nuclear explosion, accompanied the earth's violent cracking as the beam of light crashed down. The entire city was blasted into a crater spanning ten square kilometers, with the beam of light at its center. The surrounding skyscrapers and all living things collapsed almost instantly.
The smoke of battle filled the sky, but gradually dissipated.
As the dust and smoke from the impact gradually dissipated, the scene at the center of the crash finally came into view.
In the deep crater at the center of the fall, a monster five meters tall, engulfed in black flames and resembling a rotting corpse, was holding a slender, pale monster by the neck with one hand, kneeling and pinning it firmly in the crater.
"Ahhh!!! I was wrong, I was wrong!"
"Whoosh!" Black flames dripped down the monster's decaying body, landing on the Pale God, eliciting a pitiful wail from him.
This flame, touching the very depths of the soul, while unable to truly destroy Norton's frail soul, still managed to melt it with excruciating pain.
The once arrogant and domineering Pale God Norton is now pinned to the ground like a dead dog, unable to resist—and this was inevitable. (Don't worry, the best is yet to come.)