Chapter 508 The Eternal Lord
Amid the desperate shouts of the civil servants, clerks, and staff who were evacuated from the municipal building, the residents and passers-by around the city hall evacuated the area like a tide.
Behind the panicked crowd, in the municipal building that had been destroyed twice, a fierce battle far beyond the imagination of most people was still going on.
"What should I call you? God's messenger? Believer? God's favored one?"
After blocking Larven, Yang Qiu also jumped into the building. Every time he uttered a word, the huge magic array behind him would burst out with a shining light; magic structures composed of pure dark energy or pure mental power were instantly generated, attacking the enemy at strange and unpredictable angles.
Outside the municipal building, plants from the demon world were summoned from every inch of the ground in the compound. Tough thorns from the demon world were entangled with each other, waving in the wind, holding hands to form a huge cage that enveloped the entire municipal compound. Dancing black thorn vines covered the entire outer wall of the municipal building, and the demon-devouring vines with the talent of devouring spirits quietly blended in.
Rafael Larvin soon found himself unable to break out of the opponent's violent and continuous attacks. This outrageous discovery made this guy gradually become uncertain.
"Your knowledge is surprisingly shallow." On the surface, Larven remained extremely calm, defusing the attack with ease, only occasionally moving his feet to evade. "It seems that you don't know our 'Father God' as well as I once thought."
"Oh?" Yang Qiu said calmly, "Then how much do you know about 'Father God'?"
"I - damn it!" Larven's expression suddenly changed, and he stepped back hurriedly. He swung his left hand forward vigorously, tearing a space crack in front of him that was more than a person's height.
A spike-like magical structure appeared in the void and was instantly swallowed by the space crack. The two disappeared almost at the same time.
While Yang Qiu was distracted talking, he secretly sent the mental magic "Mental Spike" very close to the opponent, but failed to work.
This sudden sneak attack style comes from the selfless sharing of illusionists Weber & Sadir... Although it is slightly less powerful than the authentic illusionist, it should not be underestimated.
"You can really master the power of space." Yang Qiu said as he continued to attack and forced Larven back to the depths of the municipal building. "But unfortunately, you can't use this power easily. Obviously, no matter whether you are a believer or a messenger of God, your 'Father God' is not so kind to you."
"Ha, you ignorant idiot, you dare to guess me?!"
Larven was obviously enraged. He crossed his arms in front of him and swung them vigorously. A pure blue light flashed, and several dark energy wind blades approaching him were all shattered.
"And your greater weakness is - mental attack." Before Yang Qiu finished his words, the mental field had already enveloped Larven.
Larven, who was about to launch a counterattack, felt his whole body sink. It was as if the space around him was filled with extremely sticky glue, and even his movements became slow...
Larven simply stopped moving and relaxed his whole body.
This reaction made Yang Qiu's expression change slightly.
"It seems that this is what you are planning, 'brother'." The fury on Larven's face disappeared without a trace, and his expression became terrifyingly calm. "The showy magic and fancy demonic plants are just to test what I fear more..."
"I was fooled?" Yang Qiu said coldly.
Larven smiled mysteriously: " Ah, no, my 'brother'... We have the same 'father', don't we? So our weaknesses are indeed similar - it's a pity that you are so ignorant that you don't understand the gap between you and me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Qiu felt that his mental field was losing control.
No...it should be said that his mental power is out of control.
Larven, who was "trapped" in his mental field, in turn invaded his mental realm.
"It is indeed troubling that your 'competitor' is a spellcaster. A creature like a spellcaster, who is more alert than a cat, is too difficult to approach."
Larven laughed wildly, and his human form gradually twisted, as if something was breaking through his skin and flesh.
What appeared before the "true body" was... an overwhelming and terrifying presence that made people tremble like the abyss.
It is a despair that is like the end of fear. Just "existing" can make people feel like they are in hell.
Yang Qiu slowly raised his head, his expression becoming increasingly ugly.
Enwei's intuition was correct... this was indeed not something that ordinary people could see directly.
Larven, who had abandoned his human form, slowly raised one arm.
Although there was still several meters between him and Yang Qiu, his forearm was able to ignore the physical distance and touch the top of Yang Qiu's head.
The inhuman hand made of only flesh grasped Yang Qiu's head. The monster named Larven showed a grim smile on his ferocious face: "You want to invade my spiritual realm and destroy me from the soul level? What a coincidence, I do the same... But I won't be as wasteful as you, 'brother'."
"Your...purpose...is to devour...me." Yang Qiu, whose spiritual realm was invaded, began to tremble uncontrollably with his teeth, as if he was enduring some unbearable pain, but he still insisted on finishing his words.
"Congratulations on your ignorance." Larven said maliciously, "Thank fate, 'brother', at least you are qualified to be a part of me."
Yang Qiu, who was enduring severe pain, suddenly smiled.
Larven was startled.
"I see. This is why the so-called 'Father God' you mentioned can always hide under the water. The anchor points He anchors do not develop believers, but only devour each other. Without the anchor points, the existence of 'Father God' cannot be known, and naturally no trace of Him can be found in history."
"You call me a 'competitor'. Combining your behavior pattern and your purpose, it is not difficult to guess the details..." Yang Qiu said calmly: "In short, the 'Father God' sliced the power into countless pieces and projected it into the material plane, giving idiots like you the illusion of 'becoming gods', making you attract each other, fight each other, and swallow each other. When a 'lucky person' or a group of 'lucky people' devour enough of their own kind and are qualified to become a container for a part of His consciousness to descend, His will can safely invade the material plane without alerting any orthodox sects."
"What are you talking about?! What did you do??"
Larven was horrified. The opponent's spiritual realm, which should have been controlled and was being devoured by him, actually escaped his control and showed its fangs to him.
When he invaded Yang Qiu's spiritual realm and tried to devour Yang Qiu's soul, he also gave Yang Qiu the opportunity to invade and devour him in return!
"When I was anchored, I was immediately attacked by the power of the ancient god... It was because my spirit had a high resistance to pollution, which made His power realize that I could not be bewitched." Yang Qiu said to himself, "I devoured that power and was not affected by His consciousness. I knew nothing about your 'rules of the game'. To some extent, your mockery of my ignorance is not an exaggeration."
“Ah—Ahhhhhh!!”
Larven's monstrous body began to tremble violently. It was Yang Qiu's turn to experience the pain of having his mind invaded, his soul usurped, and being bitten that Yang Qiu had experienced before.
"I have no interest in your stupid game of sending containers to others." Yang Qiu raised his hand and pushed away the claws that were scratching his head. "But I am somewhat interested in His evil power."
After a pause, Yang Qiu showed a not-so-kind smile: "I hope you won't let me down... my 'brother'."
"How... is it possible... that you..."
The trembling Larven gradually found it difficult to maintain its form, and the monster's body slowly collapsed and dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"You said that my competitor is a spellcaster. It seems that you have successfully devoured one of the same kind. Logically, you should be stronger than me."
Yang Qiu was always generous to the dying. He let the other party be a sober ghost. This was just a little bit of a good deed. It wouldn't hurt anything. He said generously, "This is not a misjudgment. Although you used your strength in a mess and wasted your amazing energy, if we fight with conventional means, it will take me a lot of effort to destroy you."
"You... obviously..." Larven struggled and uttered messy syllables unwillingly.
"Yes, your soul power is slightly better than mine. Logically, when you invade my spiritual realm, I should be powerless to fight back." Yang Qiu smiled happily, "But... unfortunately, I am not fighting alone."
With 30,000 anchor points in hand, even if the will of the Goddess of Prosperity descended here and crushed Yang Qiu with the power of the righteous god, Yang Qiu could escape back to Tarantan safely, not to mention that it was just a slice of the ancient god's consciousness!
"I... am unwilling..."
As Larven uttered the last two syllables, his body turned into ashes with a "bang".
Everything about Raphael Larven was completely wiped out from the material plane; the only remaining soul energy and part of the ancient god power in his soul were accepted by Yang Qiu.
Yang Qiu stood there and digested the information quietly for a long time before he slowly uttered a name for an ancient god that did not exist in any historical texts of any : "'Lord of Eternity'... huh..."
The ancient god who controls the laws of time, reincarnation and space - although Yang Qiu had no knowledge of this ancient god, he got a clear description of this ancient god of rules from Larven's soul.
Just by understanding this superficial information, Yang Qiu could understand why those anchored "competitors" were willing to throw themselves into the fire... This terrifying power meant that even if one could only share a small part of His power, one could obtain immortality close to eternity.
Even Yang Qiu himself couldn't help but waver.
This kind of enchantment that could make people intoxicated and lost without knowing it did not occupy Yang Qiu's consciousness for long; soon, the solid gravity of the anchor point of 30,000 compatriots "pulled" him and dragged him out of that dangerous state.
"It's really dangerous——"
Yang Qiu secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, paused his understanding of that new power, raised his hand and blasted the residue left by Larven (human skin and personal belongings) into pieces.
It is best to let this kind of dangerous existence, which can shake people just by knowing it, be lost in the void forever, and don't even think about interfering with the material plane.
"Once the situation stabilizes, we will have to spend several decades searching for these so-called 'competitors' and sending them back to the void."
The thought of "devouring a few more power carriers" that had just sprouted in Yang Qiu's mind not long ago was completely wiped out from his heart.
The first of the three laws of a spellcaster is not to be seduced by power; for Yang Qiu, resisting this temptation has become an instinct.
People within a kilometer radius around the City Hall had been evacuated. Yang Qiu came out of the municipal compound and only saw Anthony hiding behind a building at the end of the street and peeking out from afar.
Seeing Yang Qiu walking out of the city hall unscathed, Anthony felt relieved and waved excitedly, "Mr. Yang! Is everything resolved?"
Yang Qiu took a look at this guy and disappeared from the spot in a flash.
Before Anthony could even blink, Yang appeared in front of him and put his hand on his shoulder.
Anthony felt the hand on his shoulder tightening its grip, so strong that it made him feel a little uncomfortable; but that was nothing. What frightened him more was that Yang's eyes were looking at him wrong! Very wrong!
"You did a great job, Anthony. I am amazed by your performance." Yang Qiu said kindly, "I will arrange someone to replace you next month. Remember to say goodbye to the monks and prepare to return to Rhine."
"Um...Mr. Yang, shouldn't I go back to Exile Town?" Anthony said stiffly.
Just as he finished speaking, Yang's hand squeezing his shoulder became even stronger.
“No, not going back to the exile town. We’re going back to the Rhine.” Yang Qiu said with an irresistible smile.
Anthony: “…”
