Slay the Gods: All the blood of kings must end with the sword!

Chapter 465 Time Passes Quickly

Lin Xuan's eyes lit up, and he saw the Lord of Morality shaking his head.

"But this is unrealistic. This evil black flame is not something that anyone can control. There has never been a precedent of a mortal becoming a god. Even if someone could create miracles like him, their body would collapse because they couldn't bear it.

If such a genius were to appear one day, one who could completely absorb the evil energy and black flames, then the moment he ascended to godhood, he would transcend the divine realm and directly set one foot on the threshold of the highest."

Lin Xuan's eyes lit up terrifyingly, and he thought of Lao Cao.

At this point, he had one more goal, which was to find rare treasures for Lao Cao, transform his body, and help him become a god.

"There is no time to lose. I will take him to Fengdu now and hold a ceremony to help him enter reincarnation," said Yuanshi Tianzun.

"After this, there's one more thing that needs to be addressed."

The Heavenly Lord of Morality nodded solemnly. "If he hadn't single-handedly created a hole in the Law Sky, causing fluctuations in the Law Sky, we wouldn't have noticed the gray fog in the Law Sky. This might also be Cthulhu's handiwork."

"Little friend Lin, why do you look like that?" Yuanshi Tianzun realized something. "Did you cause that gray fog?"

Lin Xuan nodded awkwardly.

"..."

"In the second year of the Yuan Han Dynasty, Gong Yangzhuo, the deputy chief of the Evil Suppression Division, disappeared during a mission. A huge ravine spanning three thousand miles was left behind at the mission site, and the original island disappeared. The Evil Suppression Division was attacked by monsters and was saved by an immortal.

Later, another immortal came and took away the chief official Gongyang Wan, but later sent her back. From then on, the deputy chief official changed from Gongyang Zhuo to Hu Jia.

"..."

"In the third year of the Yuanping reign, Zhan Yuwu, the head of the Heavenly Department of the Suppression of Evils, and Yan Zhong, the head of the Earthly Department, passed away one after another. At their funerals, Deputy Chief Hu played the xiao to escort them to their graves."

"..."

In the first year of the Chushi era, Wang Mang usurped power and ordered the Zhenxie Division to serve him like dogs and horses. When they refused, Wang Mang sent 5,000 elite troops to attack the Zhenxie Division, but they were destroyed by Gong Yangwan alone.

In the same year, the Evil Suppression Division relocated to Changbai Mountain and has since faded from public view."

“The following year, an immortal came and secretly investigated with the chief official, Gong Yangwan. Apparently, they had a disagreement, and the two of them fought fiercely. The earth collapsed, and the mountains and forests shook, but no one was injured.

After the war, the chief priest secluded himself for a hundred years."

"..."

"In the second year of Yongchu in the Eastern Han Dynasty, the immortal visited again. The earth shook, the mountains and forests trembled, but no one was injured. The chief official returned injured, but with a smile on his face, like a peach blossom in full bloom."

"..."

"In the thirteenth year of Jian'an, a hundred years of glory passed in a flash. Immortals arrived, and no one was killed or injured.

The main company is at a disadvantage, and has been defeated time and time again (crossed out), but has fought again and again despite repeated defeats."

"..."

Under the pitch-black night, An opened his mouth, wanting to make a sound, but only a hoarse roar came out.

He stared at the monster in front of him. He was the sky of Sumer and the most powerful god of Sumer, but now, his body was broken in half and the sky was stained with blood.

This is a strange space opened up by a god, with the god's corpse lying in the middle and the god's blood flowing.

Judging from the costumes, there are two pantheons in total, and a great battle took place here.

In the center of the battlefield, the monster in black stood quietly.

Dark golden threads formed his stage, the holy light purified the filth around him, and in the dark fog, endless souls were wailing.

It is hard to imagine that two completely opposite characteristics, holiness and evil, can appear in one person at the same time without seeming out of place.

They happened to encounter the Roman pantheon that was about to end, and a conflict broke out with the other side. Both sides fought for the origin of the other's pantheon, wanting to make up for their own myths.

From just happening to run into each other, to the conflict that broke out due to misunderstanding, and then to the fact that the origin of the Roman pantheon was mostly destroyed due to the mistake of a Roman god, Rome took advantage of the mistake and turned its spearhead towards Sumer.

When you think about it carefully, all of this is too coincidental, as if there is an invisible big hand manipulating everything behind the scenes.

They chose this battlefield because they didn't want to be noticed by other gods and didn't want to be the mantis catching the cicada.

They all want to seize the origin of the gods from the other's hands.

Unexpectedly, the yellow bird had already stood on the branch, watching their clumsy performance.

He looked at the monster, its face hidden by black scales, and its eyes captivating.

In his hands, there were two balls of light, one of which was only the size of a strawberry, and the other was not much bigger than a baby's fist.

The monster's eyes reflected the light of origin and revealed desire.

As An stared in astonishment, the monster opened its mouth.

I saw the throat moving and swallowing sounds coming from it.

Eat, eat?!

An opened his eyes wide, only to see the monster looking towards him.

Then, there was no more.

The head fell to the ground.

……

[621 years since the Donghuang Bell rang.]

Ming Dynasty, the third year of Yongle, summer.

Kunlun, heavy rain.

A figure in black was walking in the rain. The raindrops as big as beans could not fall on his shoulders, as if there was an invisible barrier separating them.

This is a weed-covered path that seems like no one has walked on it for a long time. The rain has washed the pebbles on the path so smooth that they are extremely smooth.

At the end of the path, a dilapidated ancient temple stands quietly. The collapsed outer walls and rotten doors and windows seem to be telling stories of the past. The temple creaks in the wind.

Rainwater flowed in from the holes in the roof of the ancient temple and dripped onto the Buddha statue in the center.

It was a clay Buddha statue with its eyes closed.

pat.

A puddle of water formed in front of the dilapidated temple.

Step on it and ripples will appear.

The ripples spread, and fine cracks spread from the center of the Buddha statue's eyebrows to the surrounding areas. The clay of the Buddha statue began to fall off inch by inch, revealing the golden light inside.

Without seeing the man make any movement, the dark golden net spread out, covering the two of them.

The golden light faded, and a young monk appeared where the Buddha statue was originally. He clasped his hands together and bowed to Lin Xuan.

His robes were clearly still stained with mud, but he looked like a holy lotus flower that had emerged from the mud without being stained, with a solemn and majestic appearance. If there were Buddhists here, they would probably bow down and shout that he was the reincarnation of the Buddha.

"This is already your seventh time here. Too many times will easily alert the [Gate Key]."

The monk spoke softly, staring at the black-clothed figure quietly, his eyes calm.

"But you weren't born the first six times, and I could only nag at a clay statue.

Hiss, so this is what Lin Qiye's bald head looks like. If you really join a Buddhist temple, I'm afraid all the nuns will have to return to secular life within three months."

Lin Xuan rubbed his chin and joked, "You've been around much longer than I thought."

"It's naturally difficult to construct a physical body bit by bit when the [Gate Key] can't detect it... If that's all you're saying, then you can leave. I still need to continue calculating.

I can feel that you have obscured the fate of this world. Over the years, your progress has been amazing, and your probability of winning has increased by one thousandth.

But this is not a panacea. After a long time, it will be discovered. Moreover, chatting is meaningless. It will only waste my computing time and will also hinder your progress.

Although I haven't been born yet, I've been calculating. For 1,524 years, I've performed 9,360 trillion calculations. So far, my chances of winning are only 9/1000."

Lin Xuan ignored his order to leave and asked, "What should I call you?"

"You can call me [Fate]."

"Fateful Monk?"

The fateful monk nodded.

"Whose victory rate are you calculating? Yog-Sothoth, or the entire Cthulhu camp?"

"I underestimated you for being able to address Him by name without being noticed..." The Fateful Monk muttered, then replied, "Of course it's the entire Cthulhu camp."

Lin Xuan raised the corner of his mouth and sat directly next to the monk. "Have you heard of a name?"

Lin Xuan pulled up a corner of his monk's robe, used water as ink, wrote a word on the muddy robe, then erased it and wrote another word.

Repeat this four times, and these four words will spell out a word, or a name.

The monk tried to piece it together in his mind, but reason and some intuition stopped him.

If it were an ordinary person, he would probably subconsciously spell out the four words. Even if he realized that it was wrong and wanted to stop it in his mind, he would not be able to control it.

But the fateful monk will not do that. He represents absolute rationality and can fully control his own will.

As long as he doesn't want to, the four words can't be put together.

But he had realized something and turned around.

When their eyes met, the monk's eyes remained calm, and he did not feel shocked.

There were only four words, but he had already guessed a lot.

He said calmly, "There's an important variable. I need more information about it."

"The God of Cthulhu."

The monk nodded. "Nine thousand three hundred and sixty trillion calculations have been invalidated. We are starting over. The current chance of human victory is one in ten thousand."

"We can't calculate it that way. Our target is only this one," Lin Xuan shook his head. He decided to tell everything he knew about Him. "Have you heard of the fifth universe..."

The rain was still falling, and the heavy rain was like a curtain, isolating the temple from the outside world, and also isolating all sounds. No one knew what the two people said.

The two chatted for a long time until the heavy rain stopped and the black figure walked away through the puddles.

The fateful monk looked out the window at the blue sky, as if he was thinking.

After a long time, he clasped his hands together and closed his eyes again.

The fallen clay figure covered the body again.

[107 years since the Donghuang Bell rang.]

On the top of Changbai Mountain, there is a pavilion and heavy snow.

The world is covered in silver.

In the pavilion,

A woman in a dark green retro palace dress holds a teacup and sips tea quietly.

The mist of hot air rises from it, and the fragrance of tea fills the air.

There was another person, wearing single-frame glasses, gentle and elegant, reading a book.

Standing next to the two men was a boy of about twelve or thirteen years old, wearing a black Zhongshan suit and with a serious expression, looking like a little adult.

From time to time, the little adult would secretly look at the woman next to him, and then look at the cup of tea opposite the woman.

Who is this tea for?

Senior Gong Yang clearly told him that he should always remain calm and as still as a mountain, so why was she so confused?

A situation never seen before...

The tea has gone cold, but the man still hasn't come.

Senior Gong Yang poured out the tea and poured a new cup.

so repeatedly.

The young man finally couldn't help himself and asked, "Senior Gong Yang, the person you are waiting for may not come."

"He will come," the woman said confidently. "The old man is worried that I'll be lonely, so he comes to keep me company every hundred years. It's a pity that I can't capture him or lock him up, or make him chat with me every day, no matter how hard I try."

There was an indescribable resentment in the woman's words, which made the young man shudder. He felt that Senior Gong Yang was very different today.

According to what Senior Gongyang said, the old senior would come to see her every hundred years for Senior Gongyang, but why did she want to capture the old senior?

The boy didn't understand.

He noticed that Senior Lu Fanglin, who was wearing single-frame glasses, winked at him.

"How rude! How can you say that about your master? I'm not old at all. My mindset is still young... Good tea!"

The young man was startled and turned around to see that there was already a young man sitting opposite the woman, sipping tea carefully.

The young man crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair.

He has a handsome face, and his every move exudes an indescribable aura. Judging from his appearance, he is not much older than himself.

But those eyes have seen the vicissitudes of the world, like a bottomless pool.

The north wind was howling, and when it reached the pavilion, it automatically went around it.

A snowflake fell into the teacup and melted in an instant.

When did this person sit here? If he hadn't spoken and exposed himself, I wouldn't have noticed it at all.

The young man's hair stood on end. If the other party planned to attack him, he would probably not even know how he died.

But after fear comes curiosity.

Is this the old guy that Senior Gong Yang mentioned?

"This tea is specially prepared for you by me. It is the lowest quality tea. How could you say it is good?" The woman glanced at the man, then stopped looking at him and lowered her head to taste the tea.

The boy was puzzled.

I was obviously looking forward to it before, but why did Senior Gong Yang look so uninterested when we actually met?

The man in the single-frame glasses stared at the pot of tea and rubbed his chin. If he remembered correctly, this was the top-quality Dahongpao that Gongyang Zhusi had accidentally obtained seven years ago. He had never been willing to drink it, so it was not some inferior tea.

He had an urge to point it out directly and see the expression on his boss's face.

But the desire to survive stopped him.

The man noticed the boy's gaze and turned to look at him with a smile in his eyes, "Is this my disciple? He's much more well-behaved than you were back then."

As the man spoke, he flipped his wrist and a long black stick appeared in his palm.

"I got this from a bunch of idiots who want to create natural disasters in exchange for human faith. I hope you like it."

"He is not my apprentice. I am only responsible for guiding him. I plan to disband the Evil Suppression Bureau, and he will take my place. On the ruins of the Evil Suppression Bureau, we will establish a new organization to continue protecting the people."

The boy's hand froze when he wanted to take the long stick. He was in a dilemma whether to take it or not.

The man smiled and put the stick into the boy's hand.

"Don't be so serious, smile more. If you keep a straight face, you'll become ugly!" These words were said to Gong Yangwan.

"Hu Jia, you've reached the threshold of the divine realm. You clearly hadn't reached that level when we met a hundred years ago."

"You can call me by my name in this life, Lu Fanglin," Hu Jia, or Lu Fanglin, pushed his glasses. His eyes wandered between the two of them for a moment, then looked at the young man.

"Jinshan, how about I go out for a walk with you?"

Nie Jinshan nodded, his eyes shining, still staring at the black stick in his arms. The length and weight of this stick could change according to his thoughts, which was amazing.

After the two left, only Lin Xuan and Gong Yangwan were left sitting opposite each other in the pavilion.

After a long while, Gong Yangwan spoke first, but rolled her eyes: "I haven't become ugly, don't talk nonsense."