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Chapter 237 Accelerated Elimination

“The time has come.” On the shore of the Red Sea, Yang Jian’s scarlet ghostly eyes pierced through the churning green mist, coldly scanning several violently flashing points of light on the global ley line map. His voice was completely flat, as if stating an established fact.

Two Joe's voice, accompanied by the rustling sound of vines rubbing together, came from the depths of the green mist: "Over here in Egypt, Ra's 'light' has been almost completely entangled by my vines."

While the gods of various regions were fighting amongst themselves, Yang Jian, Er Qiao, and others had quietly completed their plan. Those high and mighty gods paid no heed to the Cthulhu Mythos faction, whose members hadn't even shown themselves.

They didn't see Yang Jian and the two Qiaos, who were merely mortals using divine power, as any threat. Some contractors who sensed something was amiss shared their thoughts, but they had no control over the gods' actions.

The deep sea, hidden in the dark green mist, is like a venomous snake's tongue, constantly eroding the ley lines of the Nile Valley. Ra's glorious solar voyage is covered by layers of viscous, life-altering green film, and its light grows dimmer.

"The Nordic brutes just suffered a minor setback in Athens and are burning with anger; their attention is entirely focused on Greece," Yang Jian added, his gaze lingering on the massive, rust-red eyeball deep within the Ghost Eye. The phantom of Geherus flashed by, conveying a thirst for destruction.

"The Greek goddess of wisdom has just taken a heavy blow, her logical center is still recovering from overload, and she has no time to spare. The creator god of the Ganges has been ambushed by mortals and is furiously cleaning up 'rats,' his mind is unsettled..."

"Then..." Qiao's voice carried a hint of excitement, "who should we start with?"

“Egypt,” Yang Jian said succinctly, “The light of Ra is too dazzling. Besides, they are the closest to us.”

Along the Red Sea coast, a deep green mist churns like a tide, and the purple vines of the Hermit spread wildly across the seabed. The mycelium of Ouroboros has completely permeated the ley lines of the Nile Valley. The radiance of Ra's solar ship is obscured layer by layer, its light growing dimmer, as if it has been completely devoured by some invisible life form.

Fatima knelt at the foot of the obelisk in Luxor Temple, her forehead pressed against the cold ground, cold sweat soaking her robes. The will of Ra roared in her mind, a mixture of anger and weakness.

"Great Ra-Hara-Kati! Grant me the power to purify the defilement!" she cried out the ancient prayer, the sun boat tattoo on her chest bursting with dazzling golden light, attempting to ignite the polluted nodes.

However, what answered her was a dull, teeth-grinding "crack" sound coming from deep within the earth beneath her feet.

The earth's veins have fractured. Not physically, but a key "qi" node supporting Ra's power and connecting the Nile Valley's network of earth veins has been severed conceptually by an extremely cold, corrosive force.

"What?!" Fatima looked up in shock. She saw that outside the temple, the sky, which had been shrouded in green mist, had suddenly been stained with an ominous rust color! It was not the glow of sunset, but a dark red light, with a metallic stench, like the oxidized and corroded surface of a giant iron ball, seeping out from the void and enveloping the entire Nile Valley.

Yang Jian stood on the shore of the Red Sea, his eyes completely filled with the rust-red light. He slowly raised his right hand, palm up, as if holding up some invisible, heavy sphere.

"Gheros, the Eye of Judgment".

Yang Jian's voice was icy cold, devoid of any emotion. The eye-shaped contract mark on his wrist flickered wildly, and a "gaze" power that transcended physical distance and directly affected the level of rules was completely integrated into the Ghost Eye, precisely "nailing" itself onto the key ley line node beneath the Luxor Temple through the power of the Ghost Domain!

His purpose in participating in this battle of the gods was to strengthen the Ghost Eye. Now that Yang Jian has achieved his goal, the corrosive power contained within the Eye of Judgment, Gherros, has been assimilated by the Ghost Eye, and the Ghost Eye's Ghost Domain now carries this effect. Since his goal has been achieved, Yang Jian naturally intends to end the battle and leave this world.

Yang Jian, the strongest among the participants with the highest potential strength, had already reaped the benefits, not to mention the two Qiaos and Song Shuhang. Given their limited capacity, the War of the Gods couldn't further strengthen them if it dragged on. Inside the Luxor Temple, the magnificent relief of Ra was instantly covered with spiderweb-like rust-red cracks. Fatima felt a sharp pain in her chest, as if her heart was being gripped by a cold, rusty iron claw. She coughed up a mouthful of blood, which, when it landed on the stone slab, also took on a strange rusty color and quickly congealed and hardened.

Outside the temple, the illusory "sunship" in the sky, shrouded in green mist, resembled metal thrown into strong acid, its surface visibly developing dark red rust spots, its light rapidly dimming and extinguishing. The golden energy that made up the ship emitted a piercing "sizzle," like a red-hot iron block being immersed in cold water, quickly disintegrating and dissipating.

"No—!!!" Fatima screamed in despair. She could clearly feel that on the other side of the contract, the vast power of the sun god, as boundless as the Nile, was being forcibly "stripped away" and "annihilated" by an irresistible force, one that was cold, corrosive, and decaying. Ra's will, amidst its furious roar, rapidly became distant and blurred... and finally, completely fell silent.

On the global live broadcast, the lights representing Ra and the Egyptian forces in the Nile Valley went out abruptly, like blown-out candles. The rust-red spectacle that covered the sky slowly faded, leaving only a desolate valley shrouded in a deep green mist, devoid of any sacred light. Fatima collapsed on the rust-covered temple floor, her fate unknown.

Laszczuk is out!

The sudden fall of Ra, the Egyptian god, was like pouring cold water into a boiling oil pan, sending a chill down the spines of gods and contractors on other battlefields! This was especially true for the Norse camp, which had just suffered a minor setback in Athens and was preparing to regroup!

On the Skagen Peninsula, Lars Nelson abruptly looked up to the south, his eyes filled with astonishment and uncertainty. The Thor's hammer brand on his wrist was slightly warm, and Thor's will conveyed an unprecedented level of vigilance.

"Be careful! That unknown power..." Thor's words were cut short.

"Sizzle—!" A faint, yet chilling metallic scraping sound appeared in his ears without warning. At the same time, a faint, metallic odor, like dried blood, accompanied it.

Lars looked down in horror and discovered that the solid rock beneath his feet had somehow developed fine, rust-red patterns, resembling the iris of some giant pupil.

The Thor's hammer brand on his wrist, which was originally a silver-blue that shimmered with violent lightning, was now covered with a layer of dull rust. The light became sluggish, and even the divine power it transmitted had a slight sense of slowness.

"What is that?!" Thor's thunderous roar exploded in Lars's mind, filled with the fury of his divine realm being invaded by an unknown, blasphemous power. The thunderclouds gathering in the sky also seemed to be disturbed by an invisible force, churning and becoming chaotic, with lightning flashing erratically.

Lars's mind went on high alert, and he almost instinctively tried to summon divine power to defend himself. However, the moment the thought crossed his mind, a cold will, carrying a strong sense of "judgment," slammed down on him like an invisible giant hammer.

The sound of a mental rupture was clearly audible! Lars felt a sharp pain in his brain, as if his soul had been ripped open. His connection with Thor, the Norse god of thunder, instantly became blurred and fragile.

At the same time, he was horrified to see that the Thor's hammer brand on his arm, representing the blood pact, was losing its luster at a visible speed, becoming gray and rough, like a rusty piece of iron.

Compared to attacking the gods, Yang Jian and the two Qiaos' plan was to directly target the contractors, which was the fastest way to eliminate their opponents.

"No! My power!" Lars cried out in terror. He could feel Thor's vast power of lightning rapidly leaving him, as if being sucked away by an invisible black hole.

Even more terrifying, the corrosive power did not stop; instead, it traveled along the contract's passage, heading in the opposite direction towards the other end of the contract, towards Thor's source of faith.

(End of this chapter)