NOVGO.NET Chapter 774: 774 No Enemy Walks Away Alive
Chapter 774: 774 No Enemy Walks Away Alive
“He… he is training a dog for fun? That is a Wild God.”
“I will kill him. I will tear him to pieces, that blasphemous Madman.”
Powerhouses rushing in through star sector portals to fight alongside their patron deities were stunned.
Especially the challengers from the Wildworld. Their features leaned beastlike, their world was savage and primal, and preying on the weak to grow stronger was the norm.
The Wild God had started at the bottom of the food chain, devouring his kind to grow, surviving countless bloodbaths before climbing to godhood.
His legend had inspired endless Wildworld challengers.
Now, their invincible Wild God had his dignity trampled by a so-called barbaric and fallen Madman. Their rage exploded in howls.
The Wild God’s gaze flicked to the rolling boulder. He forced himself to resist the blood-deep instinct to chase moving prey.
Wild God: “I know your strength, chaos god. But you trespassed into the city of gods. Your fate is set.”
Other divine wills frowned. The Wild God was a beast hard to tame, yet before a god-seeded vagrant with one foot in the grave, he was showing restraint.
“Wild Gods are hypersensitive to danger. He sees that this man will not be easy,” Hobilarze murmured.
“Everyone here?”
Orson glanced over the manifested divine wills, and finally locked eyes on Taran. “Kneel now and atone for what you have done to Earth. Do it, and I spare your life.”
“Orgod, when a god grows arrogant, that is the day he falls.”
Taran lifted the artifacts in his hands, face dark. “The Earth sector is sealed. Your Infinite Dimensions game is over.”
Orson looked up at the blue sky. Several rule forces twisted like auroras, weaving a net that blanketed the heavens.
Resurrection miracles and items like Rootless Water were disabled.
Even the god-only Starsea Stride did not function.
He also sensed among those rules a presence equal to his god-seed in tier.
At least one mid-tier god was sitting behind the curtain.
They were not showing themselves, likely using Taran and these proxies to probe his depths.
“As long as gods live and abyssal demons endure, this game never ends.”
Light flashed in Orson’s eyes. He raised his war staff. His thin arm trembled once. “Godslayer army, answer my call.”
His voice was not loud, yet it carried across the entire field. That unspoken charisma moved even outsiders.
“My lord calls. We answer the summons,” Aeloria roared in draconic fury, dragon might rolling out.
“Kill kill kill.”
Berenice brandished a tiny staff and hollered.
Dragon voices shook the sky. They shrugged off the chains tugging the Celestial Fortress.
“A mortal god who stepped out of chaos, we heard your call.”
“Even if gods descend today, they will bow their heads.”
A veil of teleport light fell and dozens of familiar figures appeared behind Orson.
The one who spoke radiated holy light. Six broad angelic wings carried compact arcane engines that supercharged his speed and agility for short bursts.
“An angel. A remnant of heaven.”
Ovila stared, unshaken by the dragons. It was this man whose aura brimmed with the Goddess of Aurora’s scent, and as a necromancer it set her on edge.
“King of the United Arena,” a king muttered in shock.
With only king-tier strength he had unleashed peerless swordsmanship and challenged seven god-tier challengers in a row.
Even gods praised his unmatched skill and courted him more than once.
His legend had spread through countless worlds of Infinite Dimensions, and his angelic looks had captured the hearts of many beyond Earth.
Thus he was hailed as the first among archangels.
He was also one of the few Earthlings not hated by other worlds. In fact, he was wildly popular.
“A fresh breeze arrives,” Orson said with a smile, glancing back at the pure white angel.
“Orson.”
Breeze nodded with a calm smile.
“Tch.”
Bradley and Madman rolled their eyes. Madman grumbled, “Every time he shows up he steals the scene. So what if you are pretty, motherf…”
“I did not do it on purpose. The soul-mark the boss gave me is the issue.”
Breeze flushed and looked helpless.
As Godslayer’s head instructor, he had been low key. But Misius’s soul-mark kept making him more handsome, even growing him wings. It drove him nuts.
“A nation’s fall. Blood for blood.”
A voice rang out like a warhorn. Her golden hair no longer shone, her once unmatched face was laced with savage scars, and her blazing eyes burned with fury.
“She awakened. Aetrexa the awakened one,” Cain breathed. As a former imperial lord, how could he not recognize the Empire’s sword, the radiant Aetrexa.
“Cain, I once banished you. Now I need you by my side.”
Aetrexa looked back coldly. Cain’s surprise faded into a thin smile. “As you wish, imperial knight.”
“I failed to protect Earth. This time I will not drag anyone down.”
A handsome mage stepped forward, voice steady. Twin sigils edged his eyes, frost on one side and flame on the other.
“Forbidden Magus, ShatteredCrown,” a Lower God known for ice murmured. One of the very few who truly wielded ultra forbidden spells.
In a way he threatened them more than Bradley who dared to brawl gods head on.
“Master.”
ShatteredCrown bowed with several disciples to Orson.
“Good. Show me what you can do.”
Orson smiled. He had never admitted taking ShatteredCrown as a pupil, but he had taught Ethan carefully. For that, the man was grateful.
“Y yes. I will blow them away.” ShatteredCrown stammered, thrilled.
Of course, he had only taught Ethan how to use skills, not how to be a decent person.
Otherwise Orson would not have a headache now. He waved a hand. “Fight poorly and I beat you, and your disciple with you.”
ShatteredCrown wished he could disappear. In private chat he grabbed Ethan and tore into him.
“I am healed. I have chosen my target.”
“My brothers, we take blood for blood.”
A thunderclap boomed. Through the dust strode a giant warrior black as night, shackled neck and limbs with anti-magic chains.
“Be calm. He is back. We will not lose.”
The Moon Empress sighed softly, trading a look with Magical Fiancée. The latter fixed the giant with Medusa’s gaze and turned most of his limbs to stone.
Even so, the petrification began to fade from his skin in an instant.
“Hold him.”
A dozen Laughter Guild members tensed, hauling on chains just to keep the warrior from charging.
“A mind hex.”
Orson raised a brow. He knew the berserker giant at a glance, the underground king rumored to be deranged, the Demon Emperor.
And he saw it was not simple madness. A divine domain had slapped a mental debuff on him.
“He is stubborn to kill. Even this did not end him,” a god with bells wrapped around both arms said with displeasure.
“The Fear Lich Lord. Master of mental strikes. They fell to him,” Bradley sighed. The Demon Emperor was no less fierce than he was, one of the few to escape a god’s grasp alive.
“Jun Moli and Wedge are on their way. With the sector sealed, they might not make it,” Madman whispered.
“Good. You being here is enough,” Orson replied with a faint smile.
In the next instant, his eyes hardened. Power burst from his bent frame as he shouted to the gods, “No enemy will leave Earth alive today. I swear it in the name of the mortal god, and bind it in blood with the name of chaos.”