Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 143 Victory or Defeat, Courageous Kindness Returns to Its Place
The Underworld, the Tower of Babel.

Countless mysterious magic corals and magic seaweeds lie motionless beneath the sea, as if they were still frozen in amber.

"Even the seaweed was still; the entire Dark Sea was like a static painting!"

Is it the wind of silence?

"No, we also need to add the power of Libra, which absorbs some of the energy from the surging seawater."

"Has the ground already become like this?"

"Incredible."

At the very base of the Tower of Babel, a new guest has arrived after a long absence.

Rella and the new god of light, Phoebus, climbed to this place, clad in armor and carrying divine swords, returning to this land they had left hundreds of years ago.

As they stepped out of the Tower of Babel, they gazed up at the distant sky.

The sky seemed to gather together a series of dark mountains, resembling a mountain range towering in the clouds.

"What a terrifying battle."

"God will probably win."

Everyone knew that those were not real mountains, but a vast ocean of energy that had been mobilized and gathered together.

That was also the center of the battlefield.

When Rella witnessed this horrific scene, she felt a chill run through her body and trembled.
"Fortunately, the Mysterious ability also allows us to steal the opponent's magic network energy. God and the Demon King are equal in terms of energy replenishment during battle!"

If it weren't for the mystery, any other divine power wouldn't be a match for the Demon King's army.

Mystery is too all-powerful.

"Don't rush, the demons are the challengers." The God of Light, Phoebus, looked at the world war in the sky with a fanatical expression, his face pale.

Just by standing there, he could almost feel the complex and terrifying pressure emanating from him.

If in the center of the battlefield.

He felt as if his own God of Light had shattered like a bubble in an instant.

"I wonder when I'll be able to reach that level." His face was full of longing and anticipation.

The fourth tier can be reached by merging with divine objects and raising one's life level, taking a shortcut.

To reach the fifth rank, one needs a suitable sacred body and enough luck to ignite the heart.

Fifth tier—perhaps even this God of Light has no hope of ever reaching it in his entire life.

But not necessarily.

The integration of the second divine object, creating a dual-god state, will further elevate the body's level, making it easier to break through to that realm.

Therefore, we hope that God will kill Goliath, the devil.

In this way, we, the gods of basic attributes, will have hope of obtaining the higher-level divine power of attribute [transformation].

"Unity is the most powerful force in the world."

Rella whispered, “Unity is the thing that demons hate the most, and God is punishing them with the very thing they hate.”

The god of light, Phoebus, nodded, looking at the demon king hero wielding the holy sword, filled with boundless admiration:

"At this moment, I, the God of Light, acknowledge your courage and greatness."

"Demon King, now that you've wielded the sword of the hero, you seem more like a hero standing in the light than I am."

The moon, heaven.

Cupid is observing the ground through a giant monocular telescope.

Huge dark clouds loomed overhead, churning and obscuring the sun.

Within the dark clouds, it was as if comets were rapidly colliding, creating terrifying shockwaves like waves.

"They've been fighting for a while now, and they've already engaged in close combat!"

Father Peter was watching with a group of children.

He was just a researcher in the field of fertility, and there was nothing he could do but pray silently.

At this moment, the lake fairy beside her lowered her voice, revealing a hint of long-lost reminiscence:
"That man, he finally picked up his sword again, and he had some of the demeanor of his youth."

"Who?" Old Peter asked, puzzled. "Goliath, the Demon King?"

"It's a good thing as long as you pick up a sword," the fairy in the lake sighed.

"It's a pity that we can't go back to the way things were."

The fairy in the lake looked up at the vast, brilliant starry sky and suddenly became sentimental, "A thousand years from now, we will all look different."

"That boy threw his sword into the lake and later became a greedy and cunning demon king."

"The holy sword that was abandoned in the lake also received nourishment from the metal element divine power."

Now it is the strongest sword-forging fairy of this era, and also the greatest holy sword of this era.

With the help of countless little angels, the level of exploration of metal artifacts has advanced by leaps and bounds.

If it had chosen to fall to the earth and return to the boy's hands, it might have changed the outcome of this battle.

But she didn't help.

The other party abandoned it, and the sword now harbors only hatred for its former master.

The sadness in her eyes faded, and her expression gradually turned cold.
"My former master, the brave young Goliath."

"To return to your youth and die as a hero challenging the Demon King might be the best way for you to say goodbye."

Dark clouds were swirling in the sky.

Bang bang bang.

The sounds of battle churning the clouds and mist rang out continuously, with bursts of energy and the release of immense divine power.

As the two clashed time and again, Goliath grew increasingly alarmed, finding himself utterly unable to budge his opponent's formidable Holy Body.

"How can your sacred body be so powerful!"

Goliath was stunned; the scene was too shocking.

He had thought that God's power was immense, but he hadn't imagined that a life-and-death cycle of seven seconds, involving over a hundred saintly organs, would be this terrifying.

Goliath bestowed all the blessings he could, but unfortunately, the other party stole his blessings in the same way.

With both sides receiving almost equal blessings, they began to compete in the most basic and primal combat abilities.

"This is not a fight, it's being toyed with."

Goliath's voice was deep:
“We can’t keep dragging this out. He stole my supplies. He took half of the supplies provided by Lilith and the Wind Demon God.”

He stared at the cold, indifferent, and terrifying figure opposite him, whose eyes held neither joy nor sorrow.

"At the same time, each attack I launch will be gradually stolen by him, awakening one fairy knight after another."

“In the long run, I’m doomed to lose.”

"Then we can only use that one move to end it quickly; it's either life or death."

Thinking of this, his entire body radiated killing intent, and his eyes flashed with an intensely burning fighting spirit.

Let's settle this in one breath.

The sword intent in his hand was constantly flowing and transforming.

"Kill!" He unleashed a dazzling display of flames and swung his sword fiercely.

The sharpness of this sword strike was incredibly concentrated.

But God glanced at it and spoke to the sword that had been swung: "I appoint you as the Knight of the Apocalypse, wielding the sword."

The words fell.

The powerful sword energy of this strike was suddenly imbued with a mysterious aura.

"Not enough!" Goliath's eyes flashed with cruel killing intent. "The second strike!"

Phew!

The second sword slammed into the first, extinguishing the newly born sword fairy's consciousness. Furthermore, the two swords overlapped, making the sword energy even more ferocious.

"So-called mystery does not mean invincibility."

"For every sword aura you awaken, my second sword aura will follow, and they will overlap!"

The third, fourth, and fifth sword strikes, like a volcanic eruption, unleashed the power of thousands of sword strikes in an instant.

As a former swordsman, he was renowned throughout the land for his swordsmanship.

Having spent half his life as a demon king, he has returned. The moment he picks up his sword again, it's as if he has been elevated, and his swordsmanship undergoes an unprecedented qualitative change.

In that instant, he had an epiphany:
"The younger me has returned."

In his surging emotions, his mental image transformed into an incomparably sharp sword!
"The mental image is the embryonic form of the Holy Body's will. Only when it is infused into our spirit will it take its true form!" Demon King Goliath understood perfectly.

The next moment, countless sword energies shot out from his body.

A massive, imposing sword, threatening to cleave heaven and earth in two.

"Awesome, so awesome!" Goliath's smile grew even more bloodthirsty, filled with boundless joy, excitement, and exhilaration. "This is what makes a battle interesting."

His voice was full of cruelty and excitement, and his tone was filled with a powerful ambition to conquer thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

The next moment, endless darkness enveloped the world.

Boom boom boom! !

One sword, two swords, a hundred swords, ten thousand swords!

“Very good, let’s continue like this. Killing the Demon King was once my dream.” Goliath’s eyes were filled with endless vicissitudes. “I never thought that I, as the Demon King, could also fulfill my dream.”

His entire body was ablaze with fiery sword intent, and as the sword of his mind burned, an increasingly terrifying aura rose up.

"A full-force sword strike."

"The winner lives, the loser dies."

Goliath gripped the sword with both hands, and boundless energy waves began to converge around his longsword.

My sword weighs a full 100 grams.

Sword intent, thirty grams.

A brave heart, seventeen grams.

My childhood dream, eleven grams.

Seven grams each of despair, pain, regret, anger, etc.

Everything converged into a perfect proportion in the process of transformation, just as the creator god simmered a rich soup in a pot, just as he brewed that cup of shadow wine.

"God, die!" Goliath roared madly.

The deafening roar echoed across the sky, as if Goliath was unleashing all his power in this way.

"Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!!!!"

It was as if every inch of his skin was disintegrating, his sacred body ignited in overclocking, and only the shadow of God remained in his pupils.

Only one sword.

This sword weighs 100 grams.

He murmured softly, and the god of magic used all his divine power to utter his voice.

I say, the devil has fallen and God is dead.

A towering sword, its sword energy crisscrossing, seemingly suppressing the divine transformation of all energy, including immortality!

Even the power of immortality was transformed and forcibly prevented from operating at this moment.

wow——

The world is silent.

The world seemed to fall silent.

The sword light fell.

The devil, who had fallen from God, was completely severed by this sword.

Even the immortal divine power was completely exhausted and rendered useless; God turned to dust and vanished in that instant.

The devil said, "God is dead."

And so it came to pass.

"I won!" Goliath couldn't help but burst into laughter.

But the next moment, to his astonishment, a pure white figure of God on the ground reassembled.

Goliath, panting heavily, stared blankly at the scene. "I clearly won. I clearly felt your death."

The merciful God reappeared in the sky and said calmly, "You did kill me just now."

Goliath's expression froze for a moment, then relaxed. "Yes, I did kill the demonic God, but your shadow."

He looked at the glowing shadow on the ground:

"The shadow of light has risen; this is another you."

The demonic nature of God has been completely eradicated.

The pure and holy God descended once more, silently watching the exhausted and weakened Demon King Goliath.

Goliath's hundred-gram sword strike severed all his essence, spirit, and vitality, including his soul, will, and very being.
He was no longer alive.

Unless, it is locked away with immortality.

But this is pointless and comes at a huge cost.

"You've won."

God said calmly, "I acknowledge that you have defeated my demonized self; you are the strongest demon king."

There wasn't even a black shadow left beneath him, which showed how terrifying the opponent's sword strike was, completely wiping out the demonic energy of the fallen god.

"Goliath, I acknowledge your power, and I will forever keep you in a corner of my memory."

Lying on the ground, the Demon King Goliath coughed up blood. He felt a sense of déjà vu about the words and couldn't help but feel even more bitter.

"I won? But I also lost." He suddenly stopped, his body crackling and popping as it began to break down.

Goliath's entire body was slowly dissolving.

He is about to irreversibly head towards death.

Before his consciousness completely faded, he looked at the gentle figure surrounded by white light and whispered, "Merciful God, please spare them, spare the people of this land."

God paused for a moment.

Goliath continued speaking,

"Send the shadow of my golden sword to the Lady of the Lake and tell her that I have wronged her."

God lowered his head and looked at him quietly. "Even as the most wicked and evil demon king, he miraculously developed a kind heart in the end."

He reached out and grabbed.

The Demon King's second heart pounded out.

This is a miracle of hell, born from the combined rage and fear of all the demons in Hell.

This is a heart that is pure black to the extreme.

"Darkness, depart from this heart," a gentle voice uttered from the mouth of God.

"If it is your will, I will obey." A child's voice rang out.

When all the dark fog dissipated, this beating heart seemed to reveal its true face, transforming into a golden, shining heart of a warrior.

On the surface, he embodies the deepest fears of the people; in reality, beneath his black exterior, he embodies the hope of an entire race.

Desire, dreams, unity, sacrifice, compassion, and courage flow within it like a rainbow of fluorescent light.

The most intense emotion is a culmination of Goliath's childhood dreams and his burning kindness before his death.

God showed a look of pity and sighed:

"The will of all things."

"The beliefs of all living beings."

"The principles of the changes in heaven and earth all reside in your heart, which is filled with flowing thoughts."

“I saw your burning sincerity in it.”

Countless golden bubbles tumbled and rolled in the clouds, while a golden halo of God slowly rotated behind God, with delicate, rotating runes on its surface, as if it contained all the secrets of the world.

"I grant your wish."

God, enveloped in white light, grasped the pounding, fiery heart in one hand and spoke softly:
"as you wish."

“I will not kill them; I will exile the hellish beings to another world.”

(End of this chapter)