They all call me an Outer God.

Inside his body, a particularly striking line was being held in the hand of the semi-transparent gibberish. As if noticing his gaze, the humanoid gibberish turned its head toward him.

The next moment, the garbled code around Him fluctuated, and Ria saw Him give her a victorious smile before eagerly transferring what she was holding to Him.

A palm-sized fragment of the sword appeared in Ria's hand, carrying a strong aura of death.

From then on, the powers of the four apocalypses—war, plague, famine, and death—were fully gathered.

When Ria touched the fragment made of some unknown metal, her thoughts momentarily went blank.

At that moment, he glimpsed a projection of history through the fragment.

Inside the magnificent and brightly lit sanctuary, the warm sunlight bathed every corner, leaving no shadow untouched.

The knight, clad in armor and wielding a broken longsword, knelt before a man with half-curled blond hair and an indistinct face, his head bowed, seemingly in repentance.

"Your Majesty, I am guilty, please grant me death."

Ria heard the knight's voice trembling as he stiffly confessed to the defeat for a long time, while the man in front of him remained as gentle as ever.

“■■■■, you always like to do this, taking all the blame for the defeat upon yourself. You know perfectly well that I can’t bear to punish any of you.”

“I have given you the power of death so that you will no longer despise your life and live forever… Your life should be as long as mine, and I expect you to take care of me when I am too old to walk.”

"Haha, although that day is probably a long, long time away."

He bent down slightly, reached out and touched the knight's shoulder, acknowledging His glory. Then, He took the broken sword of death from the knight's hand, and stroked the nick at the top with some regret.

"How did it get so broken? Let me fix it for you."

"For the time being, you'll have to make do with other longswords, but that's alright, [illegible characters]. Please trust my craftsmanship; I will forge it ten times more perfect than the original."

As he spoke, the man with the indistinct face slowly turned around, his figure completely melting into the sunlight. The last thing Ria saw was a hand covered in hard armor reaching out to her.

He was still clutching a broken piece of the sword blade in his hand.

"His Majesty!!!"

Ria heard the knight's terrified cry, and then everything in the scene shattered as if a mirror had been turned.

The Death Knight never got to see the man with half a wavy blond hair repair his longsword.

And that blond man was the real...Radiant Sun.

Ria snapped out of her daze and stared at the fragment in her hand with a very complicated expression.

No wonder many gods noticed that the Radiant Sun had a problem; the current Gherus was simply incomparable to the Radiant Sun of the past.

That warm, powerful, and divine appearance, like the sun, could not be easily faked by a calamity star, so it is understandable that the four knights were willing to follow Him.

If it weren't for the curse, the Death Knight would be able to reclaim His sword, the divine light of the sun could continue to warmly illuminate the earth, and Enderus would not be suffering such a calamity.

How desperate the Four Horsemen would be if they knew they had been driven here by Goheros.

"Rest assured, I will bring you together again."

Ria let out a sound that was almost a sigh, and the next second, he clenched his fist tightly, letting the object containing the power of death pierce into his flesh.

He watched as his arm decayed at a visible rate, and then tentacles emerged from the intact parts, forcibly repairing it until it was completely dragged into his body.

At this moment, the young man almost dared not slacken in transferring the power of death to the divine being, entrusting it with its management. Compared to the doubts and caution he had shown when he came into contact with the divine being in the past, this time Ria felt a bit more affectionate towards the divine being.

"Our plan is halfway complete."

As he spoke, his consciousness suddenly returned to reality, and he opened his palms towards the ever-swirling sandstorms, his pupils behind the mask emitting golden light.

Everything has its own patterns and laws of operation. Although he cannot create life forms based on existing life forms, with the blessing of Nyarlathotep's power, he can completely replicate the mythical creature in front of him that is in a state of "death" and make it his own.

This is--

Creation.

"boom!!!!!!!!"

The rolling sandstorm crashed onto the barrier that Ria had built to defend against the attack of the mythical creature. Its enormous body pressed down on Ria's head, and whenever Ria looked up, he could see countless hands scratching at his barrier.

He dared not relax at all, and kept staring at those seemingly chaotic lines, constantly trying to analyze and understand the patterns within them.

Then comes the copying.

"boom!!!"

At the same moment, Tabalf's body unexpectedly shattered the barrier constructed by the guarding meme.

At that moment, He also saw Ria's body below suddenly explode into a mass of flesh and blood that crawled like slime mold. The mask also fell on top of them with a "thud," its smile still bright red.

Hahaha, I finally understand everything!

Although Ria was blown beyond recognition, his emotions were unusually high, and he even shouted out the words he had wanted to say for a long time.

It was as if he had just spent a great deal of effort solving an extremely complex problem in physics, and that he had received full marks for both the process and the result.

Now is the time to verify the results.

Just as Tabalf was eager to completely obliterate Ria, an arm suddenly emerged from the sand beside Him and mercilessly clenched a fist, piercing through His body.

Numerous projections of history spilled out from that gap, choosing to merge into the bodies of the newly born "mythical creatures."

The new "Tabarf" body is becoming more and more complete.

It swung its heavy fist a second time, smashing it at its target again. Then, as if it wasn't satisfied at all, the speed and frequency of its punches increased until, in the end, people could only see the afterimage of its fists in the flying dust.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—"

The form of "Tabarf" gradually emerged. Unlike the main body, it was like a giant lying in the sand slowly rising up, with six constantly forming protrusions made of sand appearing behind it.

It seems that if it so desired, those six protrusions could instantly transform into wings to show the person before it what an angel truly is.

However, it did not; it simply transformed the protrusions into fists and, along with numerous historical projections, brutally beat the real Tabarf.

Naturally, this scene left the people in the royal city dumbfounded. The giants felt immense pride for Ria, and before the soldiers could react, they unhesitatingly raised their fists and punched him. Giants have always been a group of fierce warriors; however others treated them, with their backers, they would return the humiliation without hesitation.

At this very moment, the remaining slaves in the city also showed signs of rebellion.

They gazed at the enormous figure in the distance, their eyes shining with excitement, as if they had just thought of something.

Another heavy punch slammed into Tabarf, who screamed hoarsely and summoned thirteen Barkley "gods" formed from sand, sending them charging toward the royal city.

But Ria was least afraid of group battles. Just as they were rushing outward at high speed, tentacles burst out from the shadows at their base and mercilessly slapped them down. What these angels were about to meet was the historical projection of chaos.

The Black Pharaoh looked at them with amusement: "It's truly a cause for celebration that the pictures in the ancient books can now come out and stroll around in human form."

Should we spare their lives?

His question was clearly directed at Ria, and Ria's reply was that many gray-black spikes emerged directly from the shadows and pierced them.

The answer is obvious: leave none behind.

"That's really good conduct."

The Black Pharaoh's eyes narrowed slightly, making his appearance appear even more noble.

More and more historical projections joined the fight against them, and the "Tabarf" cloned by Ria possessed abilities comparable to the original, even becoming stronger with the blessing of the power of death.

Meanwhile, Tabalf, having lost its core, is gradually falling apart. At this moment, it is still making a desperate struggle, fighting with its replicas, and stirring up the yellow sand to make the sky darken.

At this moment, Ria, who is no longer human, is trying to rebuild her body.

He sensed everything happening around him, the dense aura of death shrouded in the crimson moon, and felt the screaming figures within the desert tombs, eager to rush out. A single word involuntarily popped into his mind—

The Scourge of the Dead.

"Ha... I now understand why necromancers in those stories are so hated."

Leaving aside the fact that they desecrate the dead and prevent them from resting, the ability to manipulate the dead and bring them back to the battlefield is extremely frightening.

After all, in the event of war, no one can guarantee that no one will be injured or killed. One might turn on their closest comrade after being killed the next second.

Even though Ria knew that Tabalf was unlikely to be conscious in his final moments, he still asked his question.

"Even if I were to kill you, the person behind you wouldn't react? So good-natured?"

It's unclear what struck a nerve with Tabarf, but in an instant, he abruptly stopped all his movements and collapsed with a deafening roar, as sand and dust swept around him like an avalanche.

At that moment, the Black Pharaoh appeared beside Ria: "Just a reminder, His master is the Lucky One."

"So He's trying to run away?"

"The reason why lucky people are called lucky people is because good luck always seems to be on their side. They are like protagonists in a story, very difficult to kill. Even when they are about to die, all sorts of unexpected events will happen to help them escape."

"So, aren't we the heinous villains targeting the protagonist?"

"This interpretation couldn't be more fitting."

The Black Pharaoh looked down at the vast amount of sand and dust below, raised his hand and waved it away. The scattered sand and dust vanished instantly, and Tabalf's figure disappeared without a trace.

"This person was blessed with good fortune from a young age. His parents found gold when he was born, and from then on, they never had to worry about food or drink. He met Princess Barkley when he was three years old. At the age of seven, his family was made noble by the royal family. He married the princess at the age of fourteen and received the Lucky Meme at the age of eighteen."

However, he had no children.

He doesn't need offspring; to Him, offspring would only become a breakthrough point for the reactionaries. But the princess is the person He loves most.

At the age of twenty, He looked at the pictures of deities in old books, and made them his own, thereby spreading their images and gathering faith to strengthen Him.

Those who oppose Him will not have a good end. Becoming an angel before the age of forty was an inevitable consequence, but that was the end of it; the Lord Moses could not allow Him to ascend any further.

By this time, Ria had completely returned to his original state, and his tone was serene: "Knowing all these things so clearly, you're not actually a projection of history, are you?"

"Congratulations, you guessed it right."

The Black Pharaoh reached out and applauded for Ria. In fact, His unusual behavior was so obvious that it was hard for Ria not to overthink things.

"I enjoy dealing with intelligent people. Since you could even guess these things, why don't you guess how I knew about that lucky angel's life?"

When Ria heard His words, he didn't really want to guess, but the Black Pharaoh's gaze was too intense, so Ria remained silent for a long time before uttering a terrible conjecture.

"I guess you're the eldest princess from the story..."

The Black Pharaoh raised an eyebrow: "Why would you think that? Did one of your other clones give you a bad impression that makes you think I'm that kind of person?"

Ria: "...Isn't that right?"

"Yes."

Ria: "..."

He had never so desperately wanted to be wrong.

This answer might be frustrating and perplexing to him, but it was different for the royal family, because in their minds, the Black Pharaoh had been dismembered and killed beyond any hope of survival since the Fifth Pharaoh.

But the truth is that His presence exists in every dynasty; He is almost omnipresent, observing everyone's expressions and every move up close, just like an audience member playing the role of an actor.

He was involved in their lives, becoming their closest or most hostile person, and then secretly cheering them on or mocking them.

This is terrifying, just as terrifying as someone who is afraid of ghosts covering their house with all sorts of exorcism items thinking they are safe, only to find that the ghost is actually still inside the house.

Ria couldn't help but pause for three seconds to mourn for Tabalf: "So how are we supposed to find Him next?"

"this is very simple."

The Black Pharaoh sneered, and then his figure blurred, transforming into the eldest princess of the old Barkley dynasty, who was also the queen of the current dynasty, right in front of Ria.

"The Lucky One meme is really troublesome, but that doesn't mean that the person who holds the meme is immortal. As long as you find a way to make others subconsciously think that they are unlucky, they will be vulnerable."

"So, my dear Lord, do you subconsciously agree that Tabalf XV is a completely unlucky guy, inside and out?"

(End of this chapter)