They all call me an Outer God.

Suspicion, hatred, and murderous intent were constantly eroding Ria's already fragile mind, but he still desperately suppressed his negative emotions and fought against them.

After a long while, he relaxed.

Gheros thought that Ria had compromised, and before he could be happy for long, he heard the mythical creature in front of him slowly speaking in human language, grinding its many sharp teeth, its tone full of terrifying stubbornness.

"I don't care if it leaves me, or where it goes."

"What, you don't care about Him anymore?"

"No, quite the opposite."

Ria paused for a moment before saying, "I don't care if it leaves me, because I know our fates are already intertwined, and I will get it back no matter the cost."

Gherus: "Even if your status and rank are far apart, if you want to get closer to Him, you must accept your fate of becoming the original, irrational... You are utterly foolish."

"Otherwise, how could I become 'blindly foolish'?"

Ria took a deep breath.

"You know what? Just now, I suddenly had the will to live again. Since the Nameless Mist is a direct descendant of the Primordial One, I will do everything in my power to become the Primordial One. Here, as a prophet, I make this prophecy—"

Everything will eventually come together, and even if fate doesn't write it this way, I will tear fate apart.

"If I were to become the primordial being, I would revive everyone, I would erase all supernatural beings, and all distortions would return to normal."

"Is this your inaugural address?"

"Do not."

Lia said softly, "This is the best ending I can imagine, and it's how I envision the world should be."

"...You know what? You're an extremely arrogant madman."

Upon hearing Ria's reply, Geheros found him utterly incomprehensible, that he was delusional enough to dream of establishing a utopia in a world so severely polluted and corrupted.

Extreme idealism is extreme arrogance, but Gherros knew that Ria might actually do it, because the meme he was currently planning to perform was the "prophet".

During the interpretation process, the prophet must not lie, and what he says must come true in the future, otherwise the interpretation is invalid.

"So, Geheros, come and help me."

Ria extended an invitation to Geheros: "I want to become the origin, I want to change the world and restore it to its most ideal form."

"I have absolutely no reason to help you, are you an idiot? We're on opposite sides, I'd love to kill you right now!"

"But you didn't make a move because you were afraid to gamble."

"what?"

“You dare not gamble on whether Nyarlathotep has any other tricks up his sleeve, dare not gamble that He will reappear after I disappear, and dare not gamble that my identity might actually be that of a Hephaestus acting as bait.”

Only through cooperation can we achieve a win-win situation. Your ideals are unlikely to be realized in the short term, and we are currently in a precarious situation, facing challenges from all sides. Why not brainstorm and listen to my ideas?

You're daydreaming.

Gheros flatly rejected Ria's request for cooperation. Ria was somewhat disappointed. In his disappointment, he also spared some attention to look at Ivand, or rather, to look at His dark side.

“Mentor, I know your test continues. I have committed all seven deadly sins, and my current sin is pride.” “But isn’t pride a sin that everyone commits?”

He suddenly reached out, and the blades of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse immediately attacked Ivand. Ivand turned around sharply and used his scythe to block, and the angels around him also made their move at this moment, with countless chains shooting out from the earth and tightly binding their bodies.

Just then, a pale white beam of light, tinged with black, descended from the sky. Ivand instantly dodged the attack. With a deafening boom, a massive crater tens of meters deep appeared on the spot. Ria and the knights inside the crater were unharmed, but everything touched by the beam of light turned to dust.

"Shh-"

Above the sky, two main models were sounding the horn of doomsday as the black marketeer's angel flapped its "wings." At the same time, many people, dazed and confused, were drawn together by scarlet threads.

"woo woo woo woo------"

The bugle calls continued to ring out.

The crowd drawn by the sound were all believers in the Radiant Sun, and upon hearing the horn, they had become complete puppets of Gherus.

"In terms of tactics, none of you are as good as me."

Geheros sneered, "For this day, I have waited countless days and nights in the dark and cold prison. Look, I have single-handedly developed the faith of the Radiant Sun into the largest religion in Endlers, making everyone my servant."

"To be my enemy is to be the enemy of all Enderus—how does it feel to see your former people now submitting to me and becoming your enemies, Lord World Serpent?"

The angels erected a barrier to isolate the outside world, but the believers went mad trying to enter it and annihilate all the demons who opposed their master.

Ria raised her hand, picked up the sword of Damocles, which had transformed from her cane, and pointed it forward.

“If you won’t kill me, then I’ll kill all of you.”

The sharp blade gleamed with a cold light. At that moment, the World Serpent's eyes flickered. Seeing his reaction, Saler couldn't help but wonder, "Do you recognize that sword?"

“That used to be my weapon. It went missing during the war, but logically, no one should be able to use it.”

"The sword will only allow those it acknowledges to use it; it will only recognize the monarch, and once it has chosen its master, it will never betray him."

"It seems it has found a monarch."

The World Serpent felt both helpless and somewhat relieved, but its gaze became increasingly cautious: "If it's the Sword of Damocles, then we must be careful, because you never know which direction its attack will come from."

Even if the user is facing away from the enemy and slashing, the sword light of that blade can completely transcend time and space to annihilate the enemy.

The Sword of Damocles was such a deadly weapon that it was impossible to defend against. On the day it was forged, the god of craftsmen simply made a light stroke during the day, and all those who participated in its forging died that very night.

"Why did he get such a dangerous thing?!" Saller was very puzzled. "It used to be your weapon, didn't it? Why didn't you take better care of such a dangerous thing?"

"At that time I was so poor and hungry that I sold it... ten swarths."

Everyone has difficult times.

At this point, World Snake became somewhat awkward, and his voice grew softer and softer.

"ha!!!!?"

Looking at the awkward and hesitant manner of the person beside him, Salle felt an urge to slap the other person to death with a single tentacle, regardless of whether he was some kind of deity incarnate.

(End of this chapter)