Huh? Are they all real?.

Only when the eyes that were in the way were completely gone did He look in front of Him with satisfaction.

Then his initial smugness instantly turned into dissatisfaction.

Because the opponent He identified was completely swallowed up.

How could this be?

He hasn't even officially started yet!

Shouldn't this be considered an appetizer?

Where is the spirit he had back then, as he chopped off one head after another?

"Hey, don't tell me you're dead! That's not what I wanted!"

"I can accept dying at your hands, and I do want you to die at my hands, but this isn't what I want!"

In His anger, He wanted to reach out and pull Moen out.

He was already considering whether to let Moen go, or at least let him go back and retrieve the Holy Grail.

Every day since that sword tormented him, he has wanted to kill this guy, but definitely not in this way.

More than revenge, He desires a battle just like the one he fought back then.

However, He was the one who reached out his hand, but He withdrew it with a raised eyebrow.

The anger on his face also disappeared.

Instead, all that remained was an irrepressible smile:

"I knew it! You couldn't have died so easily!"

Under His gaze, a hand adorned with exquisite rings emerged from the muddy, dark green, and its owner, supporting himself on the arm, crawled out of hell.

Not even waiting to be completely free, Moen looked up at Him and smiled:

"Thank you!"

This surprised voice made His smile freeze:

"no need thank me?"

Using his greatsword to support himself fully upright, Moen raised his head and laughed:

"Thank you for making my troublesome eyes completely blind!"

Just for this?

But seemingly realizing something, He stared at Moen's suddenly overflowing array of beautiful rings and said:

"You know He is watching, so you've been waiting for me to isolate Him?"

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Moen, leaning on the Divine Punishment Greatsword to support his back, laughed:

"Yes. I always knew he was watching."

Besides Nicolos, who is right in front of them, the only other god on the Human Alliance side is Prophet.

With such a commotion, Moen absolutely did not believe that the guy was unaware.

I absolutely do not believe that he was not secretly watching.

Therefore, Moen was always on guard against the other party.

Although the other party definitely knows something now, it's clear that we can't let him know more yet.

Admittedly, Moen and he are now allies.

But Moen wouldn't actually believe him.

Moen remembered more than once that this guy had just told others that as the eldest son, he also had dignity and principles.

As a result, he immediately threw away his so-called dignity and insistence as the eldest son.

None of the three prophets were trustworthy even once.

Interestingly, they all believed in Moen, and then they died.

So much so that Moen sometimes couldn't help but wonder if he was actually sitting at the same table as them.

Upon realizing he had been used, He wasn't angry; He simply crossed his arms and asked:

“You could have told me sooner so I could have covered everything up. Why did you have to do this? You should know me; you know I wouldn’t mind doing this.”

Moen stretched his body, knowing that a real match was about to begin.

After feeling his slightly stiff body had been properly moved, he replied:

"Because if I say something, he will become curious. And once a prophet's curiosity is directed in the right direction, there is no way to guard against it."

Its head also twisted, but the twist was indescribable, like that of a worm.

"Then not now? He seems to care a lot about it!"

"Because he has the direction I hope he will be curious about."

Upon hearing this, He straightened his head and grinned, saying:

"You know Him very well; you must have treated Him the way you treated me?"

"And then, considering your previous performance, could the Hermit be an eldest son?"

Those who can ascend to godhood through their own efforts are clearly not easy to deal with.

But that doesn't matter, because it was meant to be shown to Him anyway.

But to Moen's surprise, after saying that with a smile, the other person didn't continue and instead said:

"But that's not important. What's important is that you're finally going to have a proper fight with me, right?"

His gaze shifted from the dazzling greatsword of divine punishment to the exquisite ring he wore.

Clearly, He had already guessed who the protagonist was.

Moen nodded in agreement.

"Yes."

"Would that be the great war I'm hoping for?"

"Yes."

"Will we fight until someone is completely dead this time?"

"Yes."

Every time I ask a question, I only get a brief "yes".

But the more he did this, the more his lips parted in a wide, uncontrollable grin.

Throughout history, many historians and plague believers have tried to deduce the reasons for His godhood and His corruption of the world.

Some say it was to become the ruler of the world, others say it was due to circumstances, and still others say it was to ascend to the highest realm.

But in reality, all of these people are wrong.

From embarking on the path to transcendence to finally becoming a god, it was all for one thing—a thrilling and exhilarating battle!

Becoming stronger is to gain even stronger opponents; eroding the world is to obtain powerful deities capable of challenging the world-destroying demon king.

Whether it's one opponent or a group of opponents, whether we live or die in the end, it doesn't matter, as long as we have a satisfying battle!

Even the reason for choosing the plague path, the path of the evil god, was because this path was most likely to attract powerful enemies.

And now, His only acknowledged adversary has given Him the answer He most desired.

After the last "yes" is given.

He heard his own heartbeat.

That was a fierce surge that He had only heard of once, and that wasn't even the final battle against this formidable enemy, but rather something that had happened much earlier.

When He was young, He fought a life-or-death struggle with a lame old wolf for a piece of rotting flesh infested with maggots!

That was the first time He felt He was still alive.

And that's why I became so addicted.

It moved. With a rapid heartbeat, it took a step toward the formidable enemy ahead, its legs, which had been anchored in place ever since it got up.

Plague is not a way of fighting, but He has turned it into a way of close combat.

Those plague monsters, those thick green poisonous fogs, those foul-smelling germs are all merely derivatives of His path.

His true method of fighting is to corrupt himself into a pure monster capable of splitting the heavens with a single punch by relying on an endless divine plague.

The plague is naturally a deadly poison to others and even other gods, but it is a different story when it comes to the plague itself.

The man's originally slightly thin body, under the influence of the divine plague, had been transformed into an extremely muscular physique, resembling a Greek hero sculpture.

Cast from bronze and iron, it seems to contain boundless power lurking within.

In the divine realm He ascended, distance became both infinitely large and infinitely small.

So, almost subconsciously, He took a step and was right in front of Moen the next moment, throwing his fist at the face in front of him with boundless excitement.

"Come, Asclepius!"

In response, Moen revealed the pale gold hair ring in his hand, which was made by the three sisters by cutting off a strand of their hair and weaving it together. It was a gift and a token of their affection for him.

As the pale golden light shone, the brilliance of the holy sword also burst forth.

In a flawed version of history, the holy sword wielded by the three sisters even severed the world. Now, even though the holy sword did not cross the barrier of the world, it successfully severed the arm that had attacked.

In the blink of an eye, He, who was about to throw a punch at Moen just a second ago, was back in his original position the next moment.

Then, with a hint of surprise, he looked at his neatly severed left arm and his left hand, which was lying at Moen's feet and withering away.

Even the plague, which was constantly changing, could not heal His wounds or stop the bleeding.

All it could do was continuously spurt out large amounts of divine blood from the severed arm.

This made the plague-ridden divine realm even more solid.

The pain was indeed transmitted to Him, but it did not anger Him or anything else.

The only thing that remained was an ever-growing passion.

"Okay, okay, okay!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he vanished from the spot.

Even in the divine realm, where there are no superfluous things like breezes or dust, His actions still stirred up huge ripples on the spot.

That was a result of speed reaching its limit, to the point that even the divine realm could hardly withstand it.

As He moved, almost everywhere in the divine realm that Moen could see, he saw His afterimage and heard His voice:

"The Holy Sword? That's the power of the Holy Sword, isn't it? Asclepius, well done, hahahahahaha!"

The holy sword did not reach this world, and Asclepius did not become the last son.

Yet the afterimage of the holy sword remained in his hand, and its power still made his heart pound and his blood surge wildly.

He craves a thrilling battle, not a direct death, so He will do His best to fight and enjoy it.

So, moving at such high speed that it was almost as if He were everywhere, He unleashed a full-body punch at Moen, who stood motionless in place.

This was clearly an attack that the afterimage of the holy sword in his hand could not withstand.

Therefore, Moen revealed the silver hair ring in his hand, which represented the love, hopes, and protection of the moon goddess.

The elegant moon goddess cannot cross the world to reach Moen's side, but the moonlight can!

The cold, dark moonlight transformed into a moon robe and shone upon Moen.

Even if a fist powerful enough to split the heavens were to unleash a thousand or ten thousand punches in an instant, it still couldn't overcome the injury inflicted by the Moon Robe on the Moon King, who had finally returned to the moon's side.

After realizing that his attack would be completely ineffective.

He finally stopped, but the afterimage left by his high-speed maneuver disappeared a beat too late.

As He landed on the dome, supporting Him with one hand, He spoke with increasing ecstasy: