They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 379 He Cannot Die
Ria thanked the deity, then gave a fleeting, strange look. Upon seeing this, Sherger immediately rushed to Atlach's side.

Atlasnakia thought He had come to help him, but the next second, Night Demon and Sergei descended from the sky and took Him away from where He was. Without any protection, Ria was instantly swallowed by the Plague Knight.

Atlach was incredulous, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes: "You—"

Do you know what the consequences of doing this will be?!

Sherger countered, "Oh, ma'am, don't you think it's fun to do this?"

Haha, just kidding, don't be so angry.

“We know exactly what we are doing.”

Sherger said, "We take just as many risks as you do, but we will always respect the Lord's decision."

"You are the least qualified to say these things!"

"The Plague Knight's mouth will not stop until it has devoured its target, and we both know that continuing this will be risky for both of us."

"Besides, there are enough audience members here, isn't this the perfect opportunity for me to perform? If you're worried about him, it just means you don't understand him. He's the soul chosen and blessed by Nyarlathotep."

Atlach remained angry.

Sherger leaped back, rushed to the stone wall, and clung to the rocks. The Night Demon descended beside him, and the group observed the knight's reaction after devouring Ria on the ground.

Clearly, He hadn't expected to succeed so easily. After the initial shock, He closed His mouth and became ecstatic.

The divine essence seemed to be truly merging with Him. Soon, blood vessels gradually grew on the stark white skeleton, and then blood flowed in the blood vessels, while muscles and tendons grew outside the blood vessels.

Then comes a layer of solid skin.

No one could see the face beneath the Plague Knight's helmet, but He laughed loudly. The new power allowed Him to break free from Atlach's spider silk without hesitation, as easily as tearing the most ordinary spider silk.

"Come!!!"

He stood up and shouted, his voice like that of a wild beast, which even caused the earth to crack.

The skeletal horse that had been thrown to pieces instantly grew flesh and fur, its mane resembling a tugging white mist containing billions of viruses.

The vegetation on the ground withered rapidly, and various kinds of fungal spots grew, which greatly excited the Plague Knight.

"I brought not plague, but evolution!"

"I will use a completely new purification to cleanse everything!"

"Now……"

He looked up at the few people clinging to the cliff face, stretched out his hand and moved his wrist bones, making a "crack" sound.

“You are the first to have the privilege of enjoying all of this. Rejoice, and then go to the Lord’s Kingdom in fear. Tell the Lord for me that His Kingdom will last forever.”

After hearing His words, Sherger couldn't help but pat Atlach's fluffy hair: "I feel like His words are more infuriating. When we killed the incarnations that Shagai and the others worshipped, those incarnations didn't speak to us like this."

Atlas: "You expect that avatar to speak? It's already an extra favor that He even shows up and moves a little. Besides, the Plague is one of the Knights of the Apocalypse who serve the Radiant Sun. His manners are far better than yours."

"What are you saying? Aren't we of higher status than Him? I can be very cultured if I want to, even though those human-favored manners and etiquette make me nauseous."

I prefer to shatter their pretense and expose their true nature.

"I'm afraid no one is more hypocritical than you. I've seen the true nature of the lurking chaos, and it's nothing like you now... Do you really want to sever ties with your original selves?"

Sherger smiled slightly, a smile that seemed to carry a barely perceptible warning: "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I am myself. Each of us has an independent soul, and nothing else."

Atlach looked at him, the light in his last eight eyes dimming slightly: "Just have fun on your own."

With that, He leaped to the side, and Sherger was also grabbed by the Night Demon, flapping his wings to dodge the sudden arrows.

They saw the knight on the ground stroking the armor of his tall horse beside him, speaking in a deep voice.

Knights should have soldiers.

Hundreds and thousands of creatures infected by the plague rushed to the top of the cliff and plunged to their deaths, while extraordinary creatures continued to writhe and crawl out from all sides of the cliff.

Their eyes gleamed with a ferocious light; their wildness had been fully unleashed.

Atlach transformed into human form, and the weaving tools in his hands gradually turned into a folding fan.

He fanned the wind twice, and instantly countless spider webs appeared on the ground, capturing the extraordinary creatures that came. Those that came later could only step on their heads to continue forward, only to be stuck by even more spider webs.

Atlach used his folding fan to cover the lower half of his face: "This place is too cramped, making it difficult for both sides to maneuver. The plague has also summoned so many extraordinary creatures. What is it trying to do?"

"And is Kelcha really not dead? The Black Pharaoh and the Night Demon don't seem worried at all."

He was still wary of the plague devouring the divine essence, after all, the Dream Realm was extremely important to Atlak, and if he was not careful, they might cause a great mess here.

The divine essence currently stores authority over trade and the Faceless Ones. If the Plague Knight dismantles the divine essence, wouldn't that mean—

Some extraordinary creatures, upon seeing their bodies entangled in the spider webs, did not hesitate to bite off their own bodies, while others that did not bite off their own bodies quickly picked up the heads of their kind and flung them into the distance.

On the spider web, the bodies of those extraordinary creatures were covered in plague, which to some extent made them immune to the toxins of the Atlas web, while Sherger simply looked up at the sky, where there was nothing unusual.

"The Faceless's foreplay was as deceptive as ever. If I didn't know his character, I would have thought he was dead."

"The plague over there is still gloating, tsk... When can we defeat it? I really want to defeat it."

Sherger was still upset about not being able to fight the Plague Knight at full strength. Although his body only had memes at level three, the Night Demons around him did not. If all else failed, they could also corrupt the nearby Nyarlathotep followers and work together to kill the Plague Knight.

Even if it can't be killed, sealing it shouldn't be a problem.

Now, Serge could only stare idly below, waiting to see what Ria would do next.

"If you die, wouldn't that prove the original body's judgment was flawed, and also severely slap the faces of the Grand Prosecutor, the Mentor, and the Key to the Gate?"

"The moment you awoke, your life no longer belonged to yourself. You will not die, my lord, for you are destined to be the lead actor in this absurd drama called 'The World'."

"And we are all your audience." "We await the moment you ascend the throne—"

As Sherger thought this, the Plague Knights below seemed to sense it as well.

"You tell me, now that I've attained godhood, shouldn't I do something?"

"There are many creatures here who worship and dwell in chaos. Now that I have swallowed the divine essence and obtained the authority of the faceless, I am also very interested to see them bowing down to me and submitting to me!"

With that, the knight brandished his longbow and immediately mounted the horse beside him. The horse trembled and neighed, and the nearby supernatural creatures cheered in unison.

"Praise the rising sun, praise the Great Judge!!!"

The knight pulled hard on the horse's reins, and the white horse's front hooves instantly lifted off the ground. In front of everyone, it put its front hooves down, used all four limbs to propel itself into the air, and actually landed on the cliff face. It then ran rapidly above the cliff and quickly reached the top.

He drew his bow to its full extent, aimed at the sky, and shot it out.

A long arrow pierced the void, and at the same time, dark clouds instantly filled the sky, with rain carrying the virus falling from the clouds.

Atlach's gaze was somber. Eight eyes reappeared on his face, and spider legs gradually appeared behind him.

"hiss----"

He opened his mouth and emitted strange sound waves, instantly blocking out the rain in the sky with a spider web that blotted out the sun. The Night Demon also emitted a completely different sound wave, and the rain gradually gathered and then turned into spears that shot down at the Plague Knight.

He used his longbow as a weapon and smashed those things down. Then He laughed and said, "It's nothing but a last-ditch effort. The Lord's kingdom has no need for your existence."

But now that I have acquired new authority, I want to test its power.

As he spoke, the bow and arrow in his hands transformed into a golden scale in his left hand and a sharp sword in his right.

"Isn't it unfair for you all to gang up on me? After all, there's no such being in my forces. To compensate me, let's just let some of the gods sleeping here become my allies."

But who will appear this time?

He lifted the scales, and a black feather fell from one side, causing the scales to tilt. The other side of the scales was empty, but in a moment, the tilt returned to balance.

At the same time, behind the plague appeared an exceptionally old man. His hair was completely white and his beard was gray, but beneath his aged appearance, his eyes were still as sharp as a hawk's.

“Messenger, I have always agreed with the guidance of the radiant sun, believing that it should be the new beacon of the old. Therefore, I have come to assist you.”

“You are…” The knight turned around, and the old man wrapped his robe tighter around himself, raising his eyes to meet his gaze without any hesitation.

"My name is Nordens."

The old man continued to stare into His eyes.

"He is the eternal enemy of the Chaos, and we will fight him to the death. I firmly believe that both his avatar and his true form should be completely destroyed."

"So you're here to help me?"

"Exactly. Since we all have the same goal and the same process, and we are all going to be their enemies, why should we care about the outcome?"

As he spoke, Nordens looked down at the bottom of the cliff, where Sherger was climbing upwards, with Night Demon cheering him on.

When he met Nordens's gaze, Sherger's expression showed a hint of innocence, followed by surprise.

"Ah, isn't this so-and-so... old man? You're awake so early? No, this is the Dream Realm, so you're actually still sleeping, am I right?"

"I'm going to kill you—"

Nordens' eyes turned red the moment he saw the clone of the lurking chaos. Sherger didn't know when he had offended him, but he still drew his spear and went to meet him.

"There are too many people who want to kill us. It seems that being too popular is not a good thing."

"If you want to fight, I'll fight you. But old man, don't blame me for breaking your bones. If you ask me to pay compensation, how can I afford it? Unless I sell the Night Demon next to me."

Night Demon didn't understand how the topic had involved him. He flapped his wings and hovered in mid-air, only to find that the Plague Knight seemed to be planning to use the authority of the Faceless.

And what can the faceless authority do? It's very simple. It only needs to shout "Gather here, all of you!" to those followers who are lurking in chaos, and they will drop whatever they are doing and rush here.

Believers in gods are devout, but also fanatical, and the fanaticism of those who believe in chaos is unimaginable.

They worship chaos, strive to transform themselves into chaos, and think only about how to use chaos to please the sleeping Nyarlathotep, so that He may be fully awakened and the world may become even more indescribable.

"Stop! Do you intend to destroy the Dreamland?"

Atlach appeared behind the Plague, but without turning his head, his attitude was noticeably better. Perhaps for a knight, being elegant and proper in dealing with women had become an essential part of his upbringing.

Although Atlach did not think so, and even wished he could tear Him to pieces right now.

“I don’t want to destroy this place, but I have no choice, madam. You are the bridge connecting the dream world and reality. If you don’t let me through, I can’t leave here.”

"Then I can only destroy it until... you are willing to let me go."

He raised his hand forward.

【My followers, I am the Faceless God, the avatar of Nyarlathotep. I have returned, and I await your continued pilgrimage.】

As he spoke, He shared the specific coordinates of the location with the believers.

Upon seeing this, Atlas transformed into its true form, its size rapidly expanding as it opened its sharp teeth, seemingly about to tear the knight to shreds. But in the next second, it turned around and with a "sizzle," placed the sword between Atlas's upper and lower jaws.

"Fighting and killing are not the conduct of a lady, and you are not beautiful at all... you are utterly disgusting."

Atlak's eight spider eyes gleamed green, as if he wanted to bite this guy's head to smithereens in the next second.

【You gleaming, sun-like lackey, His so-called judgment is nothing but destruction. Those who will be implicated, besides us, will also include you who have lost all their usefulness!】

"I do not mind."

The knight touched his heart with his hand covered by hard armor: "It is our birth mission to dedicate everything to Him, and as you have seen, lady, the coming of the sun was not caused by my own efforts."

"It was humans who broke the curse in the first place—"

(End of this chapter)