NOVGO.NET Chapter 771:Adding Some Real Spice
Chapter 771: 771:Adding Some Real Spice
“Hey, smile for the camera, man. You’re about to be on TV.”
“Come on, don’t keep that stiff face. Think about the happiest moment of your life. Besides, who doesn’t get stabbed once or twice in their lifetime?”
SirLagsALot grinned strangely as he started his livestream, shoving the camera right into the face of the captured alien.
This scene had once played out on Earth too, only back then the ones being captured were so-called god’s chosen from another world.
Infinite Dimensions joint channel:
“He actually tried to enslave the trial challengers of the Freezing Moon world!”
“Who can stop this bastard from Infinite Dimensions? A lowly trash species like you thinks you can lord over us?”
“Gods! Show yourself, save your children!”
“Ridiculous. Everyone knows God-Elephant, Freezing Moon, Galehowl World are lands where divinity is born. He has no idea of our faith and resolve!”
Billions of viewers from countless worlds exploded in rage.
Never in their wildest dreams did they imagine the beings they revered as godlike would be pinned to the ground like weaklings under the crushing force of chaos.
“I am a proud warrior of the Power Clan. No one can make me bow…”
A fighter from the God-Elephant World strained, veins bulging on his forehead, trying to stand and show his unyielding spirit against that damnable god of chaos.
“No one can make you bow? Is that it? You’re something special then, huh?”
“You son of a bitch, weren’t you the ones who nailed me to the cross back then?”
Bradley leapt high and came down with a thunderous punch. With a boom, the Power Clan holy master’s face was smashed into the floor.
He jumped again, stomping wildly, leaving the three-meter-tall giant’s face covered in blood.
“Don’t torture the captives, Bradley!”
Madman frowned, watching as Bradley dislocated the giant’s joints in just a few moves, then grabbed his bald head and slammed it into the ground again and again.
Years as commander of the Godslayer Alliance had taught him well. Once you start brutalizing prisoners, it might feel good now, but if your own brothers end up captured later, the same fate awaits them.
That was why Madman had always been the more restrained one, thinking of the bigger picture.
“You pawns of the chaotic evil god, don’t get cocky. When our gods descend, your end will come!”
Nearby, a short figure with almost translucent skin sneered, his eyes flicking toward the shrine glowing with divine light.
“Shadowstrike Assassin?”
Madman turned, froze, then his eyes went bloodshot as he ground his teeth. “From Blacknight World. Eight years ago you stuck a blade in my kidney, rotted for a year, and somehow didn’t kill me…”
The next second, Madman dissolved into viscous black water and suddenly grew out of the assassin’s shadow from behind.
“To hell with your prisoner treaties! You tortured my brothers, I’ll torture you too!”
Madman cursed and went berserk, stabbing wildly at the assassin.
Blood sprayed everywhere, and as the assassin was about to bleed out, Madman waved his hand. “Cleric, heal this bastard!”
Bradley blinked, slapped his thigh. “Oh right! Don’t kill him too fast. Heal him quick! I want my side at full HP too!”
“What… what about the big picture? You’re seriously torturing my contracted workers?”
Orson was dumbstruck. He thought these two had matured after all these years, but clearly not a damn thing had changed.
“I am a son of the gods. I am blessed by divinity. My will shall never…”
“In the world of Eternal Night I walk with death itself, no one can shake my devotion…”
The two holy masters muttered their unwavering faith, at first barely holding on against Bradley and Madman’s torment. But the brutality of these two was so intense even Orson felt a chill.
They actually pulled out two enchanted waist cleavers.
Ancient holy artifacts, once used only to punish the gravest criminals.
Their one effect: amplify pain tenfold.
Ten times the pain plus being hacked in half. That was a nightmare beyond words.
With crazed grins, Bradley and Madman turned into hell’s own executioners. The screams were so horrific that even the strongest faith began to crumble.
“They… they’re the very demons of Infinite Dimensions incarnate!”
“These Earthlings are monsters. They’re not even worthy of being called a people!”
Watching the holy masters hacked to pieces, only to be forcibly healed by clerics over and over, the alien audience felt their blood run cold.
“It’s done. Earthlings now have the reputation of cruel, bloodthirsty devils.”
Orson sighed heavily, brows furrowed. He wanted to stop them but pulled his hand back again and again.
He knew his two brothers carried unimaginable grudges. If they couldn’t vent, they’d collapse mentally.
But with so many worlds watching, what was supposed to be a lesson in anti-bullying and anti-oppression had turned into a nightmare.
Now, in front of the livestream, both the Godslayer Alliance and Earth’s challengers had been branded as villains.
“You two aren’t kids anymore. Enough with the games,” Orson finally snapped.
“Switch! I’m bored of this one!”
“Same here. This assassin’s too fragile!”
The two ignored him completely, lost in their frenzy.
Orson was speechless. He finally understood. With him back as their safety net, Bradley and Madman just didn’t care about consequences.
“Have some damn decency!”
Orson’s face darkened. His tone carried real anger.
Panting, Bradley and Madman exchanged a look and admitted they might have gone too far.
The third round of torture had already broken their prisoners. They were the ones who stuffed socks in their mouths to shut them up.
“Years go by and you’ve actually grown soft?” Madman squinted at Orson.
He remembered well. This guy didn’t just lack compassion, he didn’t even have a conscience in the first place.
“I’ll sign! I’ll sign! I’m an atheist now!”
A lizard-faced cleric panicked and hurriedly scrawled his name on a blood contract.
“Me too! Work is work, just treat us better!”
“Wait! Something’s wrong. Why do we have over two thousand people here, but only eight hundred contracts?”
Someone quickly noticed. More and more enemy survivors were being thrown down as Saint Roland and Cain shot down their warships, but the number of contracts wasn’t increasing.
Everyone stared at the old man shrouded in chaos.
Orson scratched his head, smiling awkwardly. “Sorry. Blood contract refresh rate is kinda slow.”
“What? Never heard of Infinite Dimensions contracts having limits!”
“Maybe Earth’s rules differ from our world’s?”
“You must be mistaken!”
Under those desperate gazes, Orson’s smile grew wider. His eyes gleamed. “I never lie. But here’s a friendly tip. The rules just changed.”
Faces froze. They rushed to check.
Sure enough, a new line had appeared. A hard limit of eight hundred blood contracts.
To increase the cap, it required massive amounts of gold.
“So what do we do now?” a foreign king asked in disbelief.
“Sorry. Old rules still apply. I don’t take surrenders. I only hire valuable employees.” Orson smiled.
“…Holy crap, it really had to be you,” Madman muttered, jaw dropping.
His instincts had been right. This bastard never had a shred of conscience.
“Big Orgod sure is civilized,” Bradley burst out laughing.
And they thought they were cruel? Compared to him they were amateurs.
Eight hundred contracts meant too many bodies and too little space. The inevitable result was a brutal massacre among themselves.
This was the true masterstroke.
“That’s my contract! Get your filthy hands off it!”
“Bullshit! I live as a Godslayer and die as a Godslayer wraith. Who are you to compete with me?”
“I was an Earth-born who joined the wrong guild. Now fate gives me another chance. I choose Godslayer, to wage war on the gods!”
The next moment, slaughter erupted outside the temple.
For the chance to become employees under the god of chaos, the aliens fought to the death.
Anyone reaching for a contract was instantly consumed by elemental power.
Domains flared open. Blood flowed like rivers, staining the holy floor crimson.
Only the strongest survived, and those survivors were the real talents worth studying.
“They’re… they’re killing each other at a time like this?”
“Your God-Elephant people killed our city lord’s son. You all deserve to die!”
In the skies, Aeloria, Xiaobai, and Berenice led their dragons against enemy fleets. But the battlefield below twisted everything.
Powerful leaders fell to supposed allies, sparking chain reactions.
Warships spun around, firing volleys at their so-called comrades.
“Stop! Don’t fall for Orgod’s trick!”
A cold voice rang out from the Death Ark. It was the vice president of Sword Soul Guild, a renowned starry sky dragon knight.
Order gradually returned.
Madman frowned. “Your scheme’s not that great. Their alliance isn’t that easy to break apart.”
“Really? Then it’s time to add some spice.”
Orson narrowed his eyes, pulled out a diamond loudspeaker, and blasted a message across the Infinite Dimensions network:
Earth·Orgod: “Thanks to my dear friend Taran for enduring disgrace for the revival of Earth’s human race. This flawless lure you devised has brought countless alien enemies to their doom!”
“F… fuck…”
Inside the temple, Taran, already gravely wounded, saw the golden words rise across the sky. He coughed up a mouthful of black blood, his rage tearing him apart.