They all call me an Outer God.

As Ria closed one book and was about to open the next, she discovered that there were no cats around her anymore, and the original entrance had been blocked.

Now surrounding him were thirteen walls that converged into a circle, though they looked more like some kind of stone tablet than walls.

The images of angels appear on the thirteen stone tablets. From an artistic point of view, these images are quite characteristic of the ancient Barkley civilization—flat and with simplified colors.

Lia closed the book and watched as thirteen angels with animal heads or masks emerged from it. She gradually straightened up, her dark tentacles throbbing beneath her robes.

"What's wrong, everyone?"

“We smell death on you; you are not welcome here.”

“But that’s not what the king said. Are you going to attack the prophets of the Hanu tribe?”

"His order to us was to kill you."

An angel with the head of an eagle spread his enormous wings and said in a merciless tone: "Do you think the one on the throne is some simple person who would be so easily fooled by you? From the first moment he saw you, he knew that you were no human."

"Your existence will bring destruction, so the priest brought you before the king. You then mentioned that name that should not have been mentioned before the king, which forced him to order us to bring you here."

For the sake of the dynasty's stability, although your identity is still in doubt, granting you death or sealing you away is better than letting you live any longer.

Ria: "Is this all it takes to sentence me to death?"

"Disaster Beast! Stop pretending to be human. All your companions have been captured. Tell us your purpose immediately. Who are you?"

"A calamity beast?"

Ria tilted her head, as if she found the title quite novel: "No wonder that Pharaoh allowed me, an outsider from the Hanu tribe, to view the forbidden books. It turns out that in his eyes, I was already an inanimate object."

“Ultimately, he still doesn’t trust Hanu and is just using them… He doesn’t seem as foolish as I thought,” he sighed.

"As for your attempt to threaten me by detaining those giants... who cares?"

Despite facing thirteen angel-level beings all by himself, Ria felt no fear whatsoever. On the contrary, every inch of his flesh and blood was filled with a desire to fight.

Those eyes yearned just as much.

They wanted to destroy the complete structure of life, tear apart their flesh and blood, separate their blood vessels, and crush their internal organs and bones on the ground.

I want to hear everyone's pleas; those desperate eyes are the most joyful final echo in the world.

Ria's reason told him that this was abnormal, but reason also told him that this was what he wanted most, where he could fully unleash his violent side.

Violence, isn't it just another manifestation of human nature?
As for whether Swarth would stop it... Swarth would never hinder any of Ria's decisions, whether they were right or wrong, except that he did not want to be separated.

This is one of the reasons why people are wary of it.

A sharp sword is a holy sword in the hands of a hero, but if it falls into the hands of a bloodthirsty demon, it will become a calamity that wipes out civilization.

Having suppressed her true self by pretending to be polite and gentle every day, it's time to reveal her true nature.

As time went on, the angels noticed that Ria's aura was becoming increasingly strange, and the overwhelming sense of oppression felt like countless hands tightly gripping everyone's throats.

This is very strange; the people in front of them should not be their match at all.

"You are the gods worshipped by the people of Barkley, but your power is only that of angels..."

Lia's flesh, hidden beneath the cloak, gradually turned grayish-black, and then countless tentacles supported the cloak, twisting into abrupt arcs within it.

Which angel under God's throne...tell me!

Forget it, I'm actually not interested in anything anyway.

You can all go die now.

The pitch-black mist gradually filled the space, with countless eyes staring intently at the thirteen angels. Ria, in the form of a mythical creature, was hidden within the black mist, and no one could see what form he had taken.

As soon as Ria uttered her last words, a powerful urge to kill filled the minds of every angel.

They were filled with the clamor to point their weapons at themselves, to slit their own throats and display their blood to the god of death, to please him and appease him.

But the difference in their ranks was undeniable, and they quickly broke free from that notion, instead launching attacks on Ria from different directions.

Lia knew he was no match for them combined, and that this battle was likely to end badly, but even if the price was serious injury and death, he wanted to fight to his heart's content.

His humanity is almost gone, so he will enjoy this feast as a mythical creature.

This is probably what Fuxing Chaos wanted to see.

[Swarth, do you believe I can still remain rational?]

The wriggling Ria asked the dark mist a question, and they wriggled back to give Ria an answer.

The next second, the mythical creature in the black mist opened its mouth wide and swallowed all the mist into its body. The black mist then seeped out from its body surface, constantly changing and adjusting its shape.

Ultimately, they formed a brand new cloak, and inside the cloak, eyeballs, fangs, and tentacles were crammed together to form a whole, like shattered or deformed flesh and blood tissue.

From its dark hem, several huge gray tentacles emerged haphazardly, splitting open mouths filled with sharp teeth. Inside those mouths were eyes with black sclera, making it look quite terrifying.

This is the mythical creature form of Ria, which is not beautiful. In fact, ordinary people would go mad if they stared at it for even a moment, and their greedy desires would ruthlessly devour their reason.

But Ria really likes her current state.

With teeth, mouth, eyes, and tentacles for grasping, it means that its mythical creature form is extremely adept at hunting, capturing and devouring its prey—the most primal instinct of a living being.

War, plague, famine...death

With each word Ria uttered, the surrounding air grew increasingly viscous, and dark fungi grew on the ground, spewing out countless spores that brought disease.

Contact with these spores will make them bloodthirsty and hungry, and they will also regard their former companions as unforgivable enemies.

As Ria watched the angels whose eyes were already turning red, she laughed and opened her hideous mouth as she charged toward them.

"He wants to eat us!?"

An angel with a lion's head watched the monster get closer and closer, and quickly stretched out his six arms to swing a greatsword to stop it. Then, he exerted his muscles and with a swift slash, six blades of light instantly cut the creature in front of him into pieces.

Instead of avoiding it, the creature transformed into mist and enveloped the angel, its intense and corrosive properties constantly eroding the angel's flesh and blood.

He gritted his teeth and broke free from the thick fog, but the fog clung to him like maggots to a bone.

Ria's tone was full of laughter: "Do you want to see a magic trick where people disappear? I'm about to start my magic show!"

As he spoke, the tentacles on the ground coiled up and suddenly rose up, turning all the walls on all sides into mirrors, in which every angel found their own reflection.

Just as they were stunned, the reflections of the mirror from all sides suddenly revealed a ferocious expression to them, gradually leaving the mirror and eventually detaching completely.

At this moment, the tentacles transformed into the likeness of all of them, and with strong suggestive pollution, they told everyone that the ones in the mirror were the real ones, and that their true selves did not exist.

“Something’s not right. This person is definitely not Hanu. Hanu couldn’t possibly be this evil.”

The woman wearing a snake crown raised her snake staff and sliced ​​the mirror image in front of her. All the mirrors were shattered, but the image remained. In the instant it was separated, countless tentacles stretched out from the crack and connected, eventually returning to a whole.

“He is no ordinary monster; his level of malevolence even reminds me of scenes from hundreds of years ago.”

"You mean the time when the Xia Gai demon insect performed its summoning ritual?"

"..."

Originally, the Xia Gai insectoids summoned Sadar Hegra at the top of the pyramid.

On that day, the world changed color, natural disasters occurred frequently, and mysterious gray-black fog suddenly appeared in different regions. People who came into contact with this fog began to kill each other.

Ultimately, it was the fifth pharaoh who sent troops to quell the disaster, thus ending what could have been a catastrophe that could have destroyed a nation.

Now, the black fog has reappeared.

The angels had no choice but to react strongly.

"Calamity has returned—we cannot leave any survivors, we must destroy it! We must destroy it!!!"

The angels transformed into mythical creatures and used their powers to imprison the black mist. The stone tablet reappeared, and they roared as they sealed Ria above it.

The black mist gradually disappeared, leaving only the mural of the mythical creature on the stone tablet. Although it became flat, its appearance was still ferocious.

Simply break this stone tablet, and the creature sealed within will die.

The angels approached solemnly, and a hawk, a lion, a cat, a snake, a sphinx, a jackal, a lizard, a scarab beetle, a crocodile, a cow, a leopard, and a mongoose gathered together.

These mythical creatures radiated golden light to defend against the attacks of the mirror images, and then watched as they shattered with roars.

“Danuras, you do it. Your hammer is the most indestructible weapon among us.”

Kanis looked at the crimson bull, who grunted and instantly stood up from its quadrupedal position, a giant hammer appearing in its hand.

The earth seemed to tremble the moment the giant hammer appeared, and sweat beaded on the red bull god's body.

"I'll smash you to pieces!"

He roared and smashed the stone tablet with his hammer. With a loud "boom," shards of stone and dust flew everywhere, and the stone tablet was smashed to pieces.

The angels breathed a sigh of relief and praised the bull god, but the bull god did not respond to his companions' praise.

After waiting for a long time, the angels did not hear the bull make any more noise, and could only watch as it remained motionless in its original posture.

"Tick-tock...tick-tock—"

Bright red liquid fell to the ground.

The angels then realized that the dripping liquid was the blood of the bull god, whose head was now completely empty.

In an instant, His head vanished into thin air.

The Ox God seemed surprised as well, so he reached out and touched his head. Blood gushed out like a torrential rain, mixed with worm-like gray-black tentacles.

"Look up there!"

They heard their companions scream and looked up, only to be met with a mythical creature, covered in tentacles, eyes, and sharp teeth, perched atop the roof.

The mythical creature then used the suction cups on its tentacles to attach itself to the wall in an octopus-like form, while the remaining tentacles were grabbing pieces of flesh and stuffing them into its mouth, making a "crunching" sound as it did so, and some scarlet blood streaks were uncontrollably dripping down from above.

Those flesh and bone fragments were none other than the vanished head of the Ox God.

This scene was truly horrifying. The monster was eating the "buffet" without any restraint. After finishing the bull's head in its mouth, it stretched out its tentacles again to grab at the other angels.

"That's impossible! The stone tablet should be dead if it's been smashed!"

"We just sealed it away."

"Wait, did we really seal it away? And who exactly was sealed away?"

The angels looked at each other in panic. As they were gripped by fear, the Bull God slowly and mockingly raised the heavy hammer in his hand, his body transforming into sticky tentacles.

"boom!!!"

He wielded a heavy hammer and smashed it down on the angels.

The angels were then shocked to realize that the one they had sealed away was actually their own companion.

The gray monster deceived them all with evil magic.

Your power and appearance seem different from the angels I've ever seen... That's perfectly normal.

I've only ever seen this normal appearance in old myths and legends.

The mythical creature at the top fell into a brief moment of contemplation.

Is it that normal living beings ascend through pollution, while the murals and statues maintain their abilities through pure faith?

As he spoke, hundreds more steel nails were driven into him, and then the raging fire and ice below attacked him relentlessly.

As Ria felt the pain in his body, his emotions became even more excited. He didn't even try to dodge the attacks, letting them rain down on him.

The mythical creature grew smaller and smaller until it was beaten down to the size of a human by the brutal attacks. It fell to the ground with a "thud," its tentacles curled up, looking exactly like a pitiful octopus that had been scorched by the sun after coming ashore.

"You were really hard to kill. Do you have any last words?"

With a cold expression, Kanis flicked her half-broken tail, the metal ring on it striking the ground, instantly extending more golden spikes that pierced the creature.

Now, propped high on long spikes, it looked more like a skewer of barbecue yet to be cooked over a fire. (End of Chapter)