You're wrong!
Norton's wailing from Biyang grew weaker and weaker, but his tone gradually changed, and even the pitiful cries gradually disappeared, evolving into a kind of heartfelt mockery.
Until the very end, his tone had even changed, becoming like that of the old eunuch Abraham —sharp and mocking, wild and flamboyant.
His final words were a furious roar, as if he were mentally challenged.
Jonah, holding Norton aloft, sensed something was wrong.
An ominous premonition rose within him.
Sensing the ever-growing resonance within Norton's body, Jonah gritted his teeth and continued to persevere, further intensifying the fusion of his soul.
However, at this moment, the situation has changed.
Norton was just pretending to mislead Jonah, but now he doesn't need to at all.
The raging flames baked Norton's pure white body, the excruciating pain of burning to the very soul searing Norton, yet he did not scream in agony. Instead, he let out a wistful sigh.
"Ah... I haven't experienced the agony of the Holy Lord Church's burning holiness for so long, and now that it has come again, I feel somewhat dazed."
Yesterday feels so close, yet a century has passed in the blink of an eye. Unbeknownst to me, Norton has been planning this for a hundred years...
Two heartbroken people, summed up in just one sentence.
Abraham, lying on the ground, was almost dead, because he had just guessed it.
Norton's Jonah was raised high, for the situation seemed to have changed.
"What nonsense are you spouting? Your end is near, don't even think about struggling!" Jonah gripped Norton's body tightly, trying to appear calm.
As he spoke, his divine sense continued to sense Norton's body, perceiving the ever-growing resonance, and a sense of urgency arose within him.
Jonah is over five meters tall, holds Norton, who is two and a half meters tall. Although the height difference is not large, Norton's body is so slender that Jonah can hold him in his hand like a chick.
But at this moment, confidence is no longer something that physical size can determine.
At this moment, Jonah does not yet have a way to control Norton, so he cannot tolerate any sudden changes.
However, at this moment, the Pale God Norton no longer showed any trace of the fear he had just displayed.
His scarlet eyes gazed at the billions of souls in the sky, his mocking face returning to calm, but within that calm lay a bloodthirsty madness. "A hundred years ago, I broke free from the seal and have often pondered the path to advancement ever since."
In the past, I spread holy water, replacing the holy name of God, vainly hoping to advance in rank or steal a sliver of God's authority, but all my efforts failed. I, Pale God Norton, not only lack the divine power of God, but am even inferior to that defeated dog, Kuba. Apart from my powerful physique and unique soul, I have no other supernatural abilities!
This is utterly incomprehensible!
My path must not be severed! My destiny is mine to control!
Therefore, having ascended to godhood through flesh and blood, the only way to advance further is through the strengthening of my soul.
But I can't see the soul at all!
Therefore, I can only try to find someone who can see souls, and preferably also control them.
Don't you agree, Jonah?
Do you know how joyful I was when I first saw the soul contained within the War Machine?
But I dare not show it!
I can't see souls, and I can't control them. If I really devour the souls within those War Machine, will the Eternal Life Society and the Northern Continent continue to create souls for me?
I am the Pale God, my dignity is supreme! I, Norton, will eat the greatest!
Norton's words were a powerful and resounding statement, containing both his deep-seated resentment from the past and his current triumphant joy.
But it also made Jonah realize the truth in an instant.
"Damn it! Was everything that filthy thing said just now a lie?"
Jonah's eyes widened in horror. He instantly raised his hand and manipulated the funnel-like structure in the sky that was continuously merging with Norton's soul, stopping it. His body trembled, and his vision began to darken.
Norton became wildly excited at this point.
Upon careful reflection, it becomes clear that he had been subtly oppressing Abraham in various ways in order to provoke him into betraying him.
For example, Norton repeatedly stated directly to Abraham: ' Norton likes to be betrayed, so why can't Abraham be the next betrayer?' (I wrote about this before, but I forgot the specific chapter; Norton gave Abraham a sinister look, implying that he should betray him.)
For example, Norton used various methods to intimidate Abraham, including, but not limited to, violently killing his psychiatrist, in order to arouse Abraham's anxiety of living in the presence of a powerful ruler and exacerbate his psychological conflicts.
Throughout the entire process, he constantly used psychological suggestion, psychological pressure, emotional bullying, and other special methods to manipulate Abraham, all in order to make him, or Duoxia, or the Northern Continent, the final link in the chain!
Did Norton really think that Abraham wrote in a diary with a picture of God on it, and that Norton didn't know?
The portrait was facing the tabletop; it wasn't printed directly on the paper!
If even a worthless wretch like Abraham could write on that paper, how could Norton possibly not see it?
"Hahahaha... Otherwise, how could I have allowed this Southern Continent to deceive the emperor? Otherwise, how could I have allowed Abraham and Duoxia to plot against me? Otherwise, how could I have turned a blind eye to everything around me and allowed others to betray me?"
Norton laughed heartily, his mouth gaping open so wide that his lips split open all the way to his ears.
Its crimson eyes stared straight at the sky, watching the billions of souls flying everywhere. Its eyes flashed crimson, and as it laughed, it suddenly generated a huge suction force.
The soul infusion that Jonah had stopped in the sky was once again transformed into a vortex shape under this powerful suction force, and was sucked into Norton's mouth as if swept up by a tornado.
Its scale far exceeded the intensity of what Jonah had just infused; the entire sky was swept up by the tornado, and countless souls cried out in agony, desperately trying to escape, but they could not break free from the terrifying power emanating from Norton's mouth.
"Thanks to what you just taught me, I can now touch the soul."
Now, I truly have everything I need... Hahaha, hahahaha...
Amidst Jonah's rising terror, countless souls poured into Norton's gaping maw, and even Jonah himself felt a sense of unease.
"No!!!!!"
"You've been deceiving me from beginning to end..."
Amidst the cries of countless souls and Jonah's lamentations, a seemingly insignificant yet remarkably powerful voice rang out.
"Hahaha, not bad! This old servant was deceiving you! To assist Your Majesty in your eternal scheme! Congratulations on the success of Your Majesty's scheme! May Your Majesty live ten thousand years and be supreme!"