They all call me an Outer God.

It's practically indistinguishable from a machine.

I don't want to work.

Help me! Get us out of here!

He killed my wife and children to coerce me into working, and then imprisoned my soul after squeezing out every last drop of my usefulness!

Help us!

Help us!

As Ria tore at the vines covered in thorns and tumors, she saw pained features on the surface of the large tumors. These features secreted green juice from their eyes, and when they were cut open, even more juice gushed out from within.

Green brain matter mixed with red and white matter splattered, and a white intestine hung from Ria's arm, tightly wrapped around him, with the other end leading straight into the inside of the vines.

Spikes suddenly sprouted from the surface of the intestines, trying to take root in Ria's body. Ria's pupils contracted, and she instantly turned into an invisible mist, which also caused the dragon to disappear without a trace.

Gray fog spread in all directions, and the two angels seemed to have also discovered that their prey could transform into fog, as a layer of pale light suddenly appeared on their bodies.

The chaotic light enveloped the entire area, and the gray mist suddenly became violent, then collapsed rapidly towards the ground after more than ten seconds.

"Cough cough cough-"

Lia was forced to emerge from the fog, his hand gripping the scythe handle slowly closing, his knuckles making a "crackling" sound.

For no other reason than that he discovered his flesh and blood were gradually stiffening and would soon turn completely into gold.

Lia doesn't dislike this ending, but his lack of dislike doesn't mean he won't resist.

Above him were a dark mass of angels, and mythical creatures looked down at him from above, launching vicious attacks at him without any flaws. Meanwhile, Ria, with his increasingly weak body, stretched his hand upwards and spread his five fingers.

"BOOM!!!!!"

The earth and skyscrapers were flying everywhere, and dust covered the ground, leaving a mess. Perlmand admired it all with a kind of intoxication, but then he realized that the ones hit by the surging attacks were not Ria, but angels with countless heads.

The two angels' attack was incredibly fierce. It struck one of the angels on the head, severing half of his skull. Meanwhile, the other angel's true form remained underground. Thus, this action was a double kill.

In that brief moment, Ria mustered her last ounce of strength and employed her tactical skills—

Change your destiny.

He rearranged the colors and positions of the pieces. If he were black and his opponent was white, then after the tactician's maneuver, the black and white pieces were switched in this round, and he became the "king" of the opponent's position, which could not be targeted by attacks.

"The guards don't give many lives, and since there's no option to die, this is the only way we can do it, but I don't think it will be very effective."

“Angels are not easily killed. I was also unlucky; my target wasn’t Perlmand, otherwise, things would have been quite interesting.”

Ria half-removed his gloves and took a look, discovering obvious metallic characteristics on his skin. His body was being corrupted by the pollution brought by the two angels in their true forms. The most direct manifestation of this corruption was turning a living person into gold.

But Ria showed no fear; in fact, he seemed quite happy.

"I never thought I was a narcissistic person, but I'm not so sure now."

The young man poked at the surface of his precious metal-coated skin with his finger, trying to scrape off some gold dust, but the two angels clearly didn't intend to give him that much free time.

They wriggled to their feet and surrounded Ria, and the patterns of the sacrificial array on the ground gradually emitted an undeniable crimson glow.

Swarth emerged from the shadows, his scales bristling, and with an almost ferocious expression, he shielded Ria under the double protection of his dragon wings and claws.

Dragons love money, but to Shwarth, the gold and silver that are readily available are nothing compared to Ria.

As the angel continued to approach, it let out a low, warning growl. Ria's vision was obstructed, but his expression remained calm, so calm that it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

A moment later, his figure flickered and he appeared on the outside, blocking the dragon's path.

"If possible, I think we can still have a good talk. Don't hurt my dragon; it can't take the slightest blow and is very fragile."

Schwarz, who was "unable to withstand the slightest setback" and "very fragile," looked at the figure blocking his way and his eyes flickered inexplicably.

"As powerful angels of my Lord’s shining sun, you two surely wouldn’t want my Lord to see the tragedy of his subordinates killing each other."

In his words, Ria seemingly unintentionally revealed the aura of the Apocalypse's authority, while also keeping a backup plan, secretly signaling to Swarth to prepare for the worst.

Upon sensing the presence of the Knights of the Apocalypse, the two angels indeed paused their movements. They scrutinized Ria, who was gambling that these two angels were loyal to the Radiant Sun itself and that the Sun's subordinates got along well.

Not long ago, Ria had the privilege of peering into the knight's memories, where he saw the scene of the Apocalypse Knight and the real Radiant Sun together.

The monarch behaved with such integrity that he was as trustworthy as the sun, drawing everyone to him and making them follow him without even realizing it.

Ria believed that the people of Endeleus originally worshipped and followed such a rising sun, and it was absolutely impossible that they had worshipped an alien god who was exceptionally cruel and treated human life as worthless from the beginning.

What does this taste like?

The growths on the vines murmured to themselves.

We smelled the stench of plague, war, and famine.

Why would these auras appear on a tiny human being?

【have no idea】

Should we keep it?

【No】

[Cannot be kept]

The remnants of the old king must be eliminated!

They talked to each other, and then made the final decision, labeling Ria as "cannot live." Ria immediately knew that he was doomed, but he could still struggle and he still had a backup plan.

But... over such a long period of time, he had considered countless ways to fight against the two angels, and without exception, all of them led to certain death.

In his prime, he could still find a way to escape, but now his strength is suppressed, and the methods he just used have exhausted most of his physical strength. In addition, the mental strain from clearing the Gate of Original Sin in one go has further depleted his mental energy. Ria's current condition can be described as precarious.

dead.

No matter how I think about it, all that's left is death.

“I can’t beat both of you, so you can do it yourself,” Ria said to them, and the dragon behind her vanished without a trace.

He gently closed his eyes, awaiting another "death".

"Come on, kill me."

The attack came as expected.

However... the expected pain did not come.

(End of this chapter)