Chapter 811 - 404: Battlefield Crisis_2

Chapter 811: Chapter 404: Battlefield Crisis_2

Siel forcefully suppressed his irritation, closed his eyes, and pondered for a moment. Just as he was about to speak, Pu Sheng’s leisurely voice rang out.

"Moreover, Your Highness, isn’t my purpose quite obvious?"

"As long as I can obtain the Rule Crystal of the Earth Mother, then won’t Her Highness Lucre’s legacy be yours? Our cooperation, when you can get what you want, entirely depends on you."

Pu Sheng spoke with a smile on his face, looking at Feiya: "Isn’t that right? Miss Feiya."

Feiya:....

She looked at this uncle-like figure speechlessly, why was this person so annoying with the Silkworm Life? What did it have to do with her? Why did he keep asking for her opinion?

Feeling the gaze of the God, Feiya was somewhat helpless and whispered: "Everything should be according to Your Highness’s heart. Just do what you want to do. In this underworld, Your Highness is the strongest, as Lady Youna said, schemes are tools of the weak; as long as the strength is sufficient, it can break all intrigues."

Siel closed his eyes, pondering the current situation. He was reviewing, but too much of the information he knew was wrong.

All the results he deduced carried a faint sense of unease.

After a long time, the God opened his eyes: "Summon back your Divine Abomination."

Pu Sheng glanced at the collapsing iceberg below and answered casually: "You know, that’s impossible."

"What if I demand it?"

"Then this body is yours, albeit I’ll be seriously injured, but Sabo should be able to make up for my loss." Pu Sheng seemed indifferent: "I just can’t get the Earth Mother’s Rule Crystal, and you can’t get Her Highness Lucre’s legacy either."

"One situation is a win for me, you, and Hell, and the other is a win for Hell and Sabo; it depends on Your Highness’s choice then."

Pu Sheng spoke as if finding teasing Feiya quite entertaining, his voice somewhat annoying: "Isn’t it, Miss Feiya?"

Feiya:....

"Your Highness, I feel like we should just kill this scumbag; I can’t endure it any longer." She decisively looked at Siel and expressed her demand: "I have the Divine Power imprint of Lady Youna; I can kill him."

Siel silently looked at the two, finally waving his hand dismissively.

The throne soared once more into the heights, and some understanding dawned on why the Ancient Gods were so adamant about severing forbidden legacies.

These Humans were indeed cunning, worthy of being the greatest victors during the era of the New Gods.

Also deserving of controlling seventy percent of the dominance in the All Heavens World.

Pu Sheng looked at Feiya, raising an eyebrow: "It seems Your Highness is still rational; Miss Feiya, are you disappointed?"

"Indeed, but I will slaughter you when you provoke me next time!" Feiya stated coldly, a black imprint faintly appearing behind her.

Siel looked on, eyes slightly grave, ultimately desiring to be blind, using his Divine permission to observe every corner of this underworld, especially the three battlefields.

The war grew ever more magnificent.

On the Caterlego battlefield, although Caterlego was nearly exhausted, extremely weak, the Forbidden Level Sword Saint remained as such. Under his leadership, the territory of the Abyss spread like ink dropped on clean water, rapidly expanding.

Meanwhile, the numbers on the Abyss Side grew increasingly disproportionate, almost absurd.

Like a full-scale war between Hell and the Abyss, exaggerated as it was.

Yet, the other two battlefields remained eerily calm, with the Fallen Angels not daring to launch a full assault, and the Abyss Side maintaining a similar level of forces.

But replenishments never ceased, as if maintaining this scenario was dragging out something.

As time passed.

Every time Siel tried to act, a feeling arose, as if just focusing on the battlefield would invariably result in losing something elsewhere.

As this feeling appeared more, Siel’s vigilance towards the battlefield increased.

He vaguely sensed that this battlefield might be the key, though it was likely a facade created by the one called Sabo, Siel found it increasingly unbearable.

Yet... there was only one day left until the fifteenth day limit....

He looked at Pu Sheng, seemingly asleep, as spatial fluctuations whispered through, another piece of the Earth Mother’s Rule Crystal arriving.

Pu Sheng got up without any forewarning, snatching the Earth Mother’s Rule Crystal from the Fallen Angel’s hand with a sly grin. "This too is mine."

Then, he laid back down leisurely, the crystal in his hand gradually becoming hidden.

Feeling Siel’s gaze fixed on him, Pu Sheng turned his head slightly: "What is it, Your Highness?"

Siel raised a hand, the departing Fallen Angel paused, and he spoke coldly: "Abandon the condensation and destroy the battlefield."

"Yes!"

The Fallen Angel did not hesitate, instantly drawing the Fallen Judgment Blade and vanished towards a battlefield.

Simultaneously, in remaining parts of the world, the three remaining Forbidden Level entities burst forth with their aura, rushing towards three battlefields separately.

Among them, the Forbidden Level of the Demon Race was left with only one, the Fallen Angels always being three.

Moreover, they weren’t ordinary Forbidden Level, but Demigods with Forbidden Level strength.

These Demigods were once just Legendary Angels, but after falling, their power generally improved somewhat.

Along with the cultivation of Fallen Angels, although they hadn’t reached Divine Level combat strength, even some Micro Level Gods might not instantly defeat them.

Both Pu Sheng and Feiya showed slight surprise in their eyes, but neither expressed it, just maintaining their previous expressions and offering no opinions.

Siel pondered for a moment, looking towards the Caterlego battlefield, as the space around him flickered.

The feeling of inevitably losing something deepened continuously.

Yet he observed this world with indifferent perception, unmoved in his actions.

Buzz~

As the God’s throne appeared in the sky.

A battle cry pierced through the battlefield.

On the Abyss Side, the severely injured Caterlego’s eyes flashed with immense purple light; his power level regressed, but his wounds and total strength rose.

Roar~

An exceedingly unique power suddenly swelled, instantly causing tens of thousands of Abyssal Creatures nearby to explode, and the overwhelmingly vast Abyssal aura surged toward Caterlego.

His life force began to fade, yet another force entwined with him.

Feiya felt a gaze, lifting her head in confusion: "What is it, Your Highness?"

Siel’s eyes held some perplexity; Feiya’s aura seemed odd just now, but with the interference of Yuna, the Realm Lord Level Plane God’s aura, he couldn’t truly confirm an issue.

He detested cronyism.

Yet he also knew if Gluttony, weaker than himself, killed his envoy, he would be extremely displeased.

It would be an affront to a God, so he said nothing, absent clear evidence he wouldn’t easily slay an envoy stronger than himself.

Looking at Caterlego, Siel’s eyes carried a weight.

Breaking through, was it? This poses a problem.

The depths of Feiya’s eyes showed a hint of relaxation; all was well now, and the remaining matters had nothing to do with her.

Pu Sheng observed Caterlego with some astonishment; was this the value that special existences like Feiya could explode with?

Seems the two in the Abyss should start planning.

This power was highly alluring for his pseudo-Summoning System.

If mastering this power of absorbing others to heal and grow, his combat strength could increase by at least twenty percent.

Then, he might even not lose against a True God one-on-one....

Siel stood up, with black wings flapping, rising above the battlefield, gazing at the Caterlego below.

Clang~

A black Longsword appeared behind the God, the essence of corruption surging wildly.

Countless images of prayers appeared above the firmament, resembling the most devout believers, yet praying to a pair of black wings, beneath the wing in the sky was a broken heaven.

The True God hid beneath the believer, reveling freely in the endless hell the adoration of humanity.

Roar~

A familiar yet enormous wave arose in another battlefield.

Preparing to act, Siel abruptly turned to look at Pu Sheng.

Yet Pu Sheng remained leisurely, but his body transformed into dissipating Abyssal Energy.

"So it was....."

God’s words came to an abrupt halt; he grasped the Giant Sword, looking at the weakest battlefield a chance gazed at him from afar.

In the God’s eyes, scarlet eyes filled with indifference, a small dagger wandering near that figure.

"Though early, if only you remain, perhaps it’s worth a try..."

Soft-spoken words seemingly directed as if for him, the Fallen God, to hear.

An anticipated yet unexpected name surfaced in the God’s mind: Baiyi!