NOVGO.NET Chapter 773: 773 Go Play Over There For A While
Chapter 773: 773 Go Play Over There For A While
Boom!
The temple gates swung open again. Fully recovered, Taran strode out, a crushing divine presence sweeping across the god-city.
“I thought you were planning to turtle forever.”
Bradley sneered as he rode Cecil through the battlefield, blew up a warship, then dropped back down outside the temple.
Orson’s little wedge tactic paid off immediately. Three of their eight nation-class warships had been shot down. Whether the enemy managed to recover or not no longer mattered.
“Careful. Even if you’re a fat cat with nine lives, this guy can still kill you,” Madman warned.
At the same time, the pillar of light blasting from the shrine into the sky faded.
Twenty-three auroras arced toward the temple. The god-tier challengers from other worlds dropped to one knee. Their eyes went glassy, pupils blown wide like corpses.
Moments later, their gazes lit with a different shine. They blinked, divine light flickered, and their stat panels spiked like rockets.
Orson’s eyes cooled as godhood leaked through the hall. With the so-called descent of divine will, these people erupted with power far beyond their own.
In raw combat strength, they already matched a fully capped Lower God.
“I answer my children’s call. Any foe shall fall beneath my bow.”
A three-eyed man rose. The eye in his forehead blazed like a sun.
Orson glanced at him. He had killed one of these three-eyed folk before. Same lineage, most likely.
He checked the man’s stats.
[Galactic Lower God · Wanro Holy Sovereign · Gloria]
[Title: God of Archery]
[HP: 540,000,000]
[Attack: 420,000]
[Skills: SS-level Archer Mastery]
[Divine Domain: Storm Arrow Rain]
“[Wanro Feathers] weakening applied.”
“Damage reduction to the limit, attack speed doubled, range doubled.”
The opponent’s domain was called Wanro Feathers, but even so it only reached pseudo-god strength.
That was the drawback of a shrine’s will-descent.
It could not unlock the full potential of a domain, and the ceiling for active domain effects depended on the host’s soul-mark tier.
This god-tier host only had a heroic-tier soul-mark. Aside from stat boosts, the domain bonus felt underwhelming.
Even with the descender’s domain nerfed, their raw stats were not as absurd as a divine weapon’s.
Of course, gods differed from challengers in fundamental ways.
Their grasp of class fundamentals was deeper, and their slaughter experience alone let them walk sideways through entire star sectors.
They also held god-only buffs like Starsea Stride, rules of Infinite Dimensions that god-tier challengers struggled to touch.
In the end, that was why mortals struggled to slay gods, and why gods, even ambushed and outnumbered, often slipped away unscathed.
“I heard your prayer, my child. Now go bite.”
A lion-headed warrior rose next.
His body warped rapidly, turning into a two-headed berserk lion the size of a dragon, roaring to the heavens.
“Warriors of the Wild God, begin the slaughter!”
“Blood! Blood!”
Challengers from other worlds could not help but howl. With divine will upon them, it felt like standing before their gods, filling them with fearless courage.
“A newly risen god dares lay hands on my Pantheon Sanctum’s domain? Do you think mercy is how we roam the stars?”
The Wild God’s beast eyes gleamed with killing frost as his massive body circled Orson in a low growl.
The stench of blood rolled out. Orson looked calmly at the red, hulking lion-dog and chuckled. “You have a problem?”
A flicker of hesitation crossed the two-headed lion’s gaze. “He has a hidden attribute from a god-relic?” he muttered.
The old man with the staff before him showed a stat panel of question marks.
Even a god could not see through the enemy’s essence. That screamed of lost ancient god-relics.
“You’ve got nerve. You knew our shrines stood here and still came anyway. Good. Good,” the Freezing Moon bow-god scoffed.
Her right arm swirled with black light. Though she only lightly set arrow to string, it felt like a thousand hands brushed the bow all at once.
“Gloria, faster on the draw than even Usher. Be careful,” Madman whispered privately.
Orson nodded slightly. He saw it too—the opponent excelled at attack speed.
Behind the two dozen god-tier powerhouses, god-shadows rose. Any one of them could sweep a world alone, and their suffocating aura dimmed the stars.
“So this big, flashy descent was for what? A vagrant with a god-seed and nothing else? Pathetic.”
“Hey, kid. Heard you killed the Daughter of Death and captured Belenor. Planning to use that to scare us off?”
“Godslayer Guild, you still dare stand against Pantheon Sanctum?”
“You have 300 Infinite Dimensions days. If you can’t deliver the Goddess of Aurora’s mortal vessel, you no longer deserve to exist.”
At the top of the long temple stairs, several gods wreathed in radiance looked down on Godslayer.
Their faces and auras differed, but the feeling they gave was the same—invincible arrogance born from ruling their own worlds.
Believers, to them, were raw material for living weapons, tools whose fanatic worship minted faith for harvest.
“Stuff it.”
Madman ground his teeth at their smug faces. It was under that same posture that he had once signed the ceasefire.
The shame still haunted his dreams.
But for the bigger picture, for the people of Earth, he had swallowed it alone, branded a lapdog and a traitor by stranded challengers.
Even if Sienna had grown to godlike heights, before gods they were still ants, one misstep away from doom.
“Mortal vessel?”
Orson glanced at Bradley and the others.
Bradley shrugged helplessly. “The person they’re after. If you hadn’t come back, we were planning to bail in three hundred days.”
“Got it.”
Orson patted Madman’s shoulder and smiled. “Easy, brother. I said I’d bare my heart to them. I meant it.”
“Uh… there are a lot of them. Maybe we should avoid the edge for now?” Madman stammered, suddenly embarrassed.
Bradley promptly kicked him in the rear, raised his elemental greatsword, and barked, “Avoid your ass. Grip your weapon and get ready!”
“Oh? You think one god-seed holder is enough to fight us?” Freezing Moon said.
“You’re about to die. Are you not afraid, Orgod?”
The Wild God stepped down the stairs, a bloody grin splitting his jaws as he mocked Orson.
Even if he could not read the man’s details, one thing stood out to a god of the wild.
Lifespan.
It did not show as numbers, but one could sense the age in a body.
Almost no one resisted the lure of immortality. Even gods down on their luck would wage war, expand their territory, and absorb believers to trade faith for life.
From a god’s view, there were many worlds with intelligent life, but the populous ones were already claimed by stronger, older gods.
So weaker gods banded together to wage war on their betters, stealing from the tiger’s mouth.
Pantheon Sanctum had been founded for exactly that.
“Crouch beneath my claws. I’ll share some believers with you, and you will fight on the front lines against abyssal demons for me. How about it?” the Wild God murmured.
Godslayer’s officers stiffened, eyes sliding to the old guildmaster.
“Ethan, you sure your old man can handle it?”
“There are a lot of god proxies over there. What if…”
“What if my foot. Shut it!”
The younger Godslayer challengers wore doubtful looks. Face flushed, Ethan snapped, brandishing his staff at the loudmouths.
He would never believe the old man would defect on the eve of battle.
For one simple reason. He had been gone for years, yet his mother bore no resentment. Every time she mentioned Orgod, she could not stop talking.
If Ethan dared complain about the old man, his backside paid for it.
A never-home, ultimate good man who could keep a god-tier assassin wife so devoted—on Earth, there was only this one.
“That is a fine offer.”
Orson smiled and shook his head, lips curling. “But I don’t make a habit of talking to pets.”
“What did you say?”
The Wild God’s mane bristled like blades.
Without changing expression, Orson flicked his staff. A boulder over ten meters tall condensed out of thin air. He twitched his fingers. “Go play over there for a while.”
Everyone blinked in shock as the rock rumbled away, rolling fast toward the side of the temple.
“You, you, you…”
The Wild God’s mouth twitched. His forepaw slid forward against his will, hunting instinct kicking in as he unconsciously poised to give chase.
“See? Don’t lie to yourself. Wildworld challengers are born to please their masters.”
Orson bared a row of white teeth and laughed softly, full of mockery.