Godslayer: The Progenitor of Symbiotes

boom--!

A blazing pillar of fire descended from the sky, crashing into the crowd like a meteorite, instantly knocking dozens of prisoners to the ground. The scorching flames spread across the ground like lava, red ripples carrying waves of intense heat spreading outwards, forcing the surrounding prisoners to retreat in terror, screaming in fear.

This is just the beginning.

Wang Lu stood in the center of the pillar of fire, his bronze skin appearing exceptionally muscular and powerful under the flames. His blood was boiling, and his eyes burned with a fierce fighting spirit. He clenched his fists, and clusters of blazing flames gathered on them. With each punch, the flames blasted towards the surrounding prisoners like cannonballs.

"Come on! You bunch of scum!" Wang Lu roared, flames erupting from his fists and blasting away several prisoners who tried to approach. His figure appeared exceptionally tall in the firelight, like a war god, unstoppable.

On the other side, Fang Yanghui showed no weakness whatsoever.

He stood on the other side of the crowd, his hands slightly raised, and an invisible shockwave instantly erupted from his body. The surrounding air seemed to be compressed by a tremendous force, and the prisoners were struck as if by an invisible hammer, flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground, groaning in pain.

"Hmph, a bunch of rabble." Fang Yanghui sneered, his figure flashing as he instantly charged into the crowd. His body was covered in a layer of black "battle armor," seemingly blending into the surrounding shadows, his speed so fast it was impossible to catch. His hands were like the scythe of death; each swing created a sharp vortex of air, mercilessly reaping the surrounding prisoners.

The two men's intervention instantly turned the tide of the battle. The previously precarious defensive line was greatly relieved of pressure thanks to their support. Seeing this, the Night Watchmen's morale soared, and they shouted for a counterattack.

"Wang Lu! Fang Yanghui! Well done!" a night watchman shouted, swinging his weapon even more forcefully.

As two of the few "good people" in the fasting place, the guards usually treated them with more leniency.

Regardless, at this moment, the two of them are the Night's Watch!

Wang Lu didn't respond; his gaze was fixed ahead, the flames on his fists burning even brighter. He knew the real powerhouses were still observing from behind, and these prisoners before him were nothing more than cannon fodder. He had to conserve his strength for the fierce battle to come.

Fang Yanghui moved like a black lightning bolt, weaving through the crowd, each strike taking the lives of several prisoners. His eyes were cold, devoid of any pity. These prisoners, having chosen to escape, would pay the price for their actions.

"Wang Lu, be careful, the real bastards haven't made their move yet." Fang Yanghui's shout reached Wang Lu's ears.

“I know,” Wang Lu replied in a deep voice, his gaze sweeping across the darkness in the distance. He could sense several powerful auras approaching; those were the real threats.

Just then, a low, cold laugh came from the darkness in the distance.

"Heh, someone who used to be a Night's Watchman does have some skills, but... that's about it."

As the voice faded, several figures slowly emerged from the darkness. Their auras were powerful and chilling, clearly far superior to the rabble from before.

Wang Lu and Fang Yanghui exchanged a glance, a hint of seriousness flashing in their eyes.

The real battle has just begun.

……

In the dark and secluded passage, Chen Shu slowly walked towards the deepest part of the prison. He had the key; the battle outside was irrelevant to him. At this moment, he had only one goal—to release Thor.

However, just as he was about to reach his destination, a tearing sound suddenly came from the stairwell behind him.

Bah——!

Chen Shu frowned slightly, his steps faltering. At this moment, someone actually dared to stop him? He slowly turned around, his gaze fixed on the direction from which the voice came.

A figure in a deep blue cloak emerged from the spatial rift, a familiar face vaguely visible beneath the cloak. The figure slowly removed the hood, revealing a face identical to Chen Shu's.

"Chen Shu, we meet again." The man's voice was deep and cold, with a hint of mockery.

"Who is it? It turns out to be my 'good son' who has run off to join the Ancient God Church again." Chen Shu showed no fear upon seeing the newcomer, his tone filled with sarcasm.

"Hmph, having a system really makes a difference. You're so arrogant even when you see an 'orphan' like me." Ji Lan forced an ugly smile, her eyes filled with resentment.

"Oh, oh, oh, if you want to cry, then stop laughing. Your laugh looks awful, or you'll disgust me." Chen Shu casually picked at his ear, his tone indifferent yet with a hint of amusement, as if the Ji Lan in front of him was nothing more than a clown.

"...Today is your death day!" Ji Lan stopped arguing with Chen Shu, and his right palm was suddenly covered with a layer of murderous flames. He rushed towards Chen Shu like lightning.

"Hmph, you get impatient when you can't win an argument." Chen Shu chuckled, and with a flick of his right hand in the air, a golden electric net instantly appeared, firmly blocking the extremely blue, murderous iron fist.

"If you've got the guts, stop blocking and let's have a real fight!" Ji Lan roared, and the black, malevolent flames around him suddenly surged, as if to devour everything.

He reached out with his right hand and a standard Night's Watch straight sword appeared in his hand, its blade wreathed in intense malevolent energy.

"The password!" Chen Shu was shocked. He hadn't expected that Ji Lan would keep her word and actually use a weapon.

His gaze sharpened, and in an instant, a pair of arm guards gleaming with golden light appeared on his arms.

Wings of the Gods!

I am a god, with the strength to uproot mountains!

clang--!

The straight blade clashed with the arm guard, sparking blinding flashes. Chen Shu stood firmly in place, his arms motionless, while Ji Lan's attack was forcefully blocked.

Upon seeing the [Wings of the Gods] on Chen Shu's arms, a deep hatred flashed in Ji Lan's eyes.

His emotions erupted completely at that moment, his voice filled with boundless anger and resentment: "Why?! Why does the system choose you just because we share the same memories?! Why does my birth amplify my negative emotions?! Why?!?"

boom--!

The intense blue flames of malevolent energy erupted like a volcanic eruption, the rolling black flames seemingly threatening to devour the heavens and earth.

The narrow stairwell began to melt under the high temperature, the bricks on the walls sizzled, and a burnt smell filled the air.

Chen Shu stared coldly at Ji Lan, his eyes devoid of any emotion. He knew that Ji Lan was nothing more than a pitiful person dominated by negative emotions, but his existence was ultimately a threat.

"Since you insist on courting death, then I will grant your wish." Chen Shu's voice was as cold as frost, and the golden light of the [Wings of the Gods] on his arms shone brightly, as if it would tear apart this darkness.

Ji Lan did not respond, but roared and charged at Chen Shu with his sword again.

The two figures clashed in the narrow corridor, their sword flashes and golden light intertwined, their malevolent aura and divine power collided, and the entire space seemed to tremble in their battle.