Arad's unruly savior

The chains of order broke completely, their brilliance dimmed, and the laws of the Creator Realm dissipated. Finally, they vanished in a particle state. That was originally the strongest attack from the First Apostle, Cain, which mobilized the power of the Path of Rules to a certain extent and absolutely surpassed the King-level God Realm.

In terms of rank, Kahn's combat strength is definitely among the top.

However, the outcome of the match was still within the expectations of the apostles. Kahn was defeated. The path of his rank was destroyed and dimmed. A golden bloodstain fell into the void once again, drop by drop, like melting sun scattering along the way.

Night Forest's overwhelming victory earned it the complex, awe-inspiring gazes of the apostles and the artificial gods.

They were now convinced that the man before them was capable of wrestling with a great will.

Drops of golden blood flew back into Kahn's body, tracing paths in the void. Countless rays of light converged, and he remained as heroic and peerless as ever, though his aura was no longer as sharp and fierce as before, and his eyes were deep and regretful.

The apostles' hearts skipped a beat, and a terrifying thought, unlike anything they had ever had before, quickly surfaced. They couldn't suppress it no matter what they did, and their faces showed surprise. They wondered if Kahn, like the rest of them, had also had his mentality broken by Ye Lin.

"How many paths are there in total? How many more are there?" Kahn suddenly asked, clutching a dim chain of divine order tightly in his hand. The chain eventually turned into illusory particles and disappeared into the void.

How could he not understand that although no one has yet merged with the Path of Rules, and his own compatibility is quite good, this Path of Status is ultimately firmly in the hands of the Creator Status of the Chaos Royal Court. Who would dare to forcibly take it?

All I can do is temporarily borrow a portion of the power of the path of rules; this power ultimately does not belong to me.

Moreover, with the end of Hilder's agreement with the other party, he will no longer be able to rely on the power of the rules.

Kahn knew all too well that the future direction, the path to greater strength, lay in the power known as the Creator's Rank.

To defeat Ye Lin and the Great Will, he needs a path to rank.

The apostles saw the brilliant light rekindle in Kahn's eyes, and his unwavering will rise again. They knew that his ambition to be invincible would be shaken, but he would not lose his fighting spirit.

Ye Lin replied, "There are nine paths to a position: Chaos, Primordial Beginning, Creation, Rules, Disorder, Existence, Reincarnation, Illusion, and End."

"The ultimate power of each path can create a universe, but the methods and conditions for achieving it are different."

"Currently, only rules, existence, reincarnation, and illusion have not yet been integrated. Among them, the path of existence lacks spatial authority."

Ye Lin didn't hold back on this descriptive knowledge about the Creator Persons; he generously shared it.

The apostles and the artificial gods listened attentively, their eyes shining with longing. Even if they themselves had no chance to enter higher realms, it would be interesting to broaden their horizons and satisfy their curiosity.

The former leader of Terra, the artificial goddess Yanemer, was deeply moved and felt an intense desire. Her hair flew in the wind, shimmering with colorful light, a sign that she was in a good mood.

That sounds pretty good; there are four more paths to explore.

She wasn't satisfied with just regaining her past powers; she wanted to go even further.

"Which road are you on?" Brother Eagle asked.

"chaos."

"However, there's a problem..." Ye Lin suddenly changed the subject, making the listeners exclaim in alarm. Was the worst thing about to happen? They wanted to cover his mouth immediately.

"The Path of Illusion is in the hands of the Lord of the End, the Path of Rules belongs to the Chaos Court, the Path of Existence is missing one-third, the other corresponding powers are with the Elemental Goddess Pushia, and the holder of the Path of Reincarnation will be chosen from Remi, Ushir, and Nimer."

Sure enough, the worst thing happened, and it was so ruthless that it extinguished the last glimmer of hope and longing in everyone's hearts.

Kahn's expression turned serious and unpleasant, which was definitely not good news for someone who aspired to be invincible.

The enthusiasm that Brother Diao had just stirred up was also dampened. He smiled bitterly to himself and sighed that there were nine paths to the rank of a high-ranking official. At first glance, the number seemed considerable, but upon closer inspection, each one was ten thousand times more difficult than climbing to heaven.

A master of the Divine Realm is truly not qualified to sit at the same table as those few.

In Sirocco's mind, the other Siroccos were having a meeting overtime.

Little Sirocco slammed his small hands on the table. Though not tall, he exuded a powerful aura and declared loudly, "Illusion, it must be the Path of Illusion. It is most compatible with our invisible power and is a perfect match for us from birth."

Sirocco of the Dragon Dimension casually propped her shapely, long legs up on the table and commented, "Focusing on the path of existence in the real world is not bad, it's just a pity that a third of it has been lost. I wonder which devil is causing trouble, they've got some nerve."

However, she was just saying that; anyone who dared to snatch food from Ye Lin's mouth was definitely not an ordinary person.

Sirocco from the Chaos Dimension casually trimmed his nails, blew on them after he finished, and said slowly, "Why must we be limited to four paths? Creation, End, and Chaos sound pretty good too."

A dissenting voice arose...

"Shut up! You wish! But these paths to rank are either in the hands of the creators or the most powerful gods. They can unleash a powerful attack at crucial moments. What are we going to do with any of that?" Sirocco from the Angel Dimension shook his head and said.

She was very special, with a noble and holy light emanating from her. Compared to the proud and aloof queenly aura of her "sisters," her face was as gentle as water, and her temperament was like that of a noble lady. She was also the only one of the Shilohs to wear a white dress, while the others all wore black dresses.

She came from the angelic dimension and was purified and perished by Michel using the holy light of heaven. After being resurrected by eternal power, she had a special awakening and began to believe in the light of Remedios.

Another gentle-natured woman, Sirocco of the beautiful world, nodded in agreement with her words, "You are asking for far too much. We are powerless, so are you hoping that the stamens will help us seize the path to our status?"

While Ye Lin has indeed grown to an incredible level, and his vision in the main dimension is excellent—he's hit the jackpot—what you want is a fortune of the same level, not something as cheap as cabbage.

The chapters that embody the path of rules clearly state that there are only nine paths in total, each with its own unique meaning, and there is no tenth path that can be found even if you search the entire universe.

If Ye Lin wants to obtain a master's position, he must start the battle for positions.

Moreover, even if you took all nine roads and broke them up, they wouldn't be enough for a family to share, and even one road wouldn't be enough for ten people.

"Can't I even think about it? It's illegal." Little Sirocco pouted, slightly displeased.

Besides, isn't there such a thing as compatibility? We invisible flowers are definitely compatible with the Path of Illusion; it's practically tailor-made for us.

Regarding the Ninth Path, Ye Lin saw through her thoughts. He took out a larger fragment from the Mirror Mountain, the artifact of creation, and gave it to Sirocco. Although it was not as good as the original, it could still quench her thirst.

"The stamens have come to pollinate?!" All the Sirocco members were excited and looked at the Mirror Mountain fragment together, intuitively feeling that it was a perfect match.

A lazy divine thought suddenly sounded: "Can we go back now? Is the next battle no longer relevant to us?" Fat otaku Anton, a complete freeloader, is a filler but indispensable character. He's not very useful in terms of combat power, but without him, the battle plan against the Great Will cannot be launched.

In the previous fierce battle with Carlos, it had its black volcano flattened by a single palm strike, half of its body shattered, and its flowing blood, like lava, cast a shadow of death over it. Fortunately, its divine foundation was strong enough that it managed to pull through.

The otaku believes that since the initial battle plan has been completely successful and Ye Lin has been promoted to the Creator rank, he will be the one to hold up the sky even if it falls down, and there will be no need for us.

As for the nine paths of the Creator, it couldn't be bothered with them.

If it weren't for Agnes's earnest and persistent persuasion, it wouldn't even want the source of darkness.

It's a pity that the leader of the Tartan tribe, the Omnipotent Matgar, was impatient before Anton could even give up.

Ye Lin's expression turned serious as he said earnestly, "Although my promotion has brought about a sense of peace and tranquility, it is only a temporary appearance. The instincts of Azathoth and the symbol of the Lord of the End are far from being resolved."

The subsequent problems and disasters remain extremely terrifying.

He could engage in a terrifying battle of rank with those few, a fight to the death, but no one knew what the consequences would be—whether it would result in mutual destruction or a search for a more illusory ascension.

Therefore, realms at the Divine Realm and below also require corresponding powerful individuals to provide support.

Kahn spoke up: "If you win, you can settle everything."

Bakal, the Explosive Dragon King, scratched his chin and stretched his magnificent back muscles, making various small movements, but he didn't utter a single word, almost bursting with pent-up frustration.

Because he was a bit of a chatterbox, he would point fingers at anyone he could find. He called Dirige a wild boar and even made a replica of an immortal dragon. He teased Luke as a pretentious old man. Even when he was defeated by the Conqueror Kaecilius in one move, he thought it was because he was not prepared. Was one move really a big deal?

With the nightmarish Kahn looming ahead, even the arrogant and talkative Bakal dares not try to overshadow him.

Admittedly, Kahn was defeated by Nightwood once again, but that doesn't mean Kahn can't take him down.

Ye Lin shook his head and said solemnly, "I have a premonition that the battle of ranks will unfold in an unprecedented manner, and after I start the battle of ranks, I will definitely be unable to take care of the real world."

Upon hearing this, Anton let out a wail, spitting sparks from his mouth.

One of the surviving artificial gods was utterly bewildered. He had realized that, in the correct history, the source of darkness after his own demise had been transferred to this "turtle."

What a disgrace! How can you just let things fall apart like this?

Seeing that everyone's attention was focused on Anton, Bakal, who had been holding back for a long time, finally got to his old tricks and said:
"Although the future trajectories of different parallel dimensions are different, the past timeline is roughly the same. That is to say, Anton's hometown, Kronkula, was completely destroyed, and only Anton was left of the Odin race."

The apostles nodded slightly, agreeing with the Dragon King's statement; that must be correct.

However, it cannot be ruled out that there may be other Odin races in the universe, just like humans and elves, which are not exclusive to the Arad continent, but ultimately no other Odin has been seen.

Bakal continued, "Among the Antons in the many parallel dimensions, isn't there a single female one?"

Dirige rolled his eyes first. Sure enough, the Dragon King was still incorrigible. Even after lying dead for hundreds of years, he still couldn't get rid of his mouth. He was still damn rude.

"Or is it possible that you are actually female?" The Dragon King resumed his old ways and suddenly felt much lighter.

"And Diregie is also androgynous. Although your voice is deep and cold, the voice is the best evidence to lie."

Boom!

Anton's heart pounded like thunder in a rainstorm, the blood it stirred surged like a waterfall crashing to the ground with tremendous force, his body spinning as if a star were rotating, his fiery eyes fixed on Bakal, before he spewed out a flame that burned the void.

Beside him, the old man Luke suddenly swung his four arms, each holding a ball of light and dark energy, and hurled them at Bakal. His third eye, located between his eyebrows, opened and shot out a beam of divine light.

Lord Dirigid also transformed into a sea of ​​filth, with blood and gore swirling in the void. The virus that could rot flesh into dust caused all the apostles and artificial gods to flee in terror.

The old man and Lord Di were the ones most often teased by the sharp-tongued Bakal. One would think that a guy who had died once should have improved, but he was still just as sharp-tongued.

Now, those with grudges will be punished, and those with grievances will be redressed; the matter will be settled directly.

Without a sound, Lotus unleashed an invisible mental storm, clearly targeting the Explosive Dragon King Bakal.

The noble and aloof, queen-like Sirocco raised her hand and pointed into the void, igniting a supernova at Bakal's location.

In the past, the apostles were basically all nagged by the talkative Bakal.

Even though Bakal was the proud king of dragons, with an invulnerable dragon body, proficient in melee combat and magic, and ranked among the top in combat power among the apostles, he once believed that he could stand shoulder to shoulder with the conquerors, only inferior to Kahn and Prey.

Even so, it couldn't withstand being ganged up on. A large number of dragon scales were blown off, and the dragon's body was blown to pieces.

Especially his mouth, half of his dragon teeth had been knocked out by the apostles, and they deliberately aimed the blows at his mouth.

If the rule that apostles cannot kill each other were not still in place, restraining them from each other, Bakal the Explosive Dragon King, who was ganged up on, might have perished.

“I have confessed and beg for mercy.” The battered Bakal flexed his claws, indicating that he had submitted and began to reflect on his actions.

You shouldn't be so sarcastic in front of a lot of people; it should be fine in a one-on-one situation.

Ultimately, with the help of Nightwood, the apostles returned to the correct time, which is the future.

The timeline of the gods in Terra belongs to ancient history. They do not belong here and feel out of place. Although they can talk to their "past" selves, it is meaningless.

Apart from a few like Yannemer, Philbe, and the complete waste fog, who were reincarnated in the future and thus had relatively abundant humanity due to the superimposed memories of two lifetimes, the other artificial gods were all indifferent, divine, and filled with the instincts of advanced life forms.

From beginning to end, they never cared about the wounded Terra, nor did they care about the lives or deaths of the Terrans, even though they were the faith of humankind and were given countless accolades.

(End of this chapter)