Emperor Wu Shihuang's handwriting, do not go out of the Milky Way border

Rising from the earth, Ying Zheng hovered above the magic circle, his eyes filled with a godlike indifference and mockery: "Thirteen ants courting death. Ha, Browning, how have you been? Perhaps you covet my position as a Bone God and wish to defect to the Abyss, abandoning the God of Light you serve? What an irony for you to be Pope!"

"Our Lord once said that the darkness of the world will eventually be purified by the Holy Light. Where evil spreads, our figures will surely be there. To eliminate beings like you is the will of Heaven!" Browning replied solemnly, holding his scepter.

Ying Zheng let out a low, cold laugh: "Such high-sounding words, nothing more than greed at play. But you seem to have forgotten the insurmountable chasm between demigods and the ninth level of transcendent beings!"

As soon as the chilling words fell, a terrifying death aura, like a gaping maw of an abyss, devoured everyone. The bone-corroding death energy frantically eroded their flesh and soul, as if dragging them into an eternal darkness.

Facing the oppressive aura of a demigod, Pope Browning of Light forced himself to remain calm: "Since we've allowed you to advance to demigod status, we have our own countermeasures. Under the suppression of the main world's rules, your strength is limited. Our ancestors could slay gods in the past, and today we can recreate that legend!"

"No need for further words! Brilliant Sword Aura!" The impatient berserker slashed with his greatsword, the burst of sword energy tearing through the sky. Enhanced by the extraordinary divine technique "Blood Qi Raging Tide," this strike was enough to split mountains and shatter peaks, and ordinary ninth-tier experts would crumble upon it.

"A wall of bones!"

Ying Zheng scoffed. A pale white bone shield, conjured from divine power, stood before him, easily dissolving the earth-shattering sword energy.

"Keng!"

A cold glint flashed in the shadows! A dagger laced with soul poison pierced out from Ying Zheng's shadow, aiming straight for the divine fire—it was the Shadow Assassin Jack's deadly strike.

"Death Barrier!"

"Did you really think I would let my guard down against you, Jack!"

The corrosive domain constructed by the power of death instantly enveloped the assassin. Despite possessing the protective charm of the god of shadow, the faint divine light was ultimately no match for the surging death aura.

"puff--"

The legendary assassin was reduced to ashes in an instant.

"Ruler of Corpses!"

As the lich cast his corpse-controlling spell, Jack's body rose again, his empty eye sockets locking onto Browning and the others, radiating bloodlust. The mages present paled—for them, who needed to connect to the magic network to cast spells, the controlled legendary assassin remained a deadly threat.

"Don't panic! The puppet's strength is less than 80% of what it was in life!" Browning shouted, his voice trembling with self-encouragement. The remaining twelve remained silent, their robes soaked with cold sweat.

"This pointless farce must end. Let the white bones and thorns bloom into flowers of death!" Ying Zheng's impatient declaration resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

An invisible force of bone suddenly erupted from everyone's bodies! Sharp bone spurs pierced through their flesh, and the sound of tearing flesh was incessant. Even the legendary mage who had erected a lightning shield could not stop the splattering blood from staining his robes.

Only the Berserker and Browning remained, struggling to hold on. The bone thorns that eroded their flesh were sucking away their life essence like living creatures.

The Pope roared incredulously, "This is impossible! You've always been at the bottom of the liches, how could this be?"

Ying Zheng watched his prey struggle in its death throes, a sinister smile creeping across his skeletal face: "How can I lure you into this game without showing weakness? Rest assured, you will become nourishment, and you will witness my ascension to the throne!"

Browning's body trembled violently, the holy light forcefully suppressing the bone spurs that were growing wildly within him. A resolute glint flashed in his eyes: "Wishful thinking! By the God of Light above, please forgive this believer's greedy desires. Today, I offer my crippled body as a sacrifice, humbly requesting divine power to purify the evil spirits—a sacrificial divine spell: Holy Light Judgment!"

The intense light instantly engulfed everything! All that came near the Pope was vaporized in the holy flames. The berserker, who was already using his blood energy to resist the bone spikes, was completely annihilated in this purifying light.

"White bone cocoon wall!"

Layers of bones rapidly enveloped Ying Zheng's body. Holy light clashed violently with the white bones, producing a piercing sizzling sound.

As the light faded, Browning's figure vanished into nothingness. But a wisp of divine will was stirred, and the vast power of light converged like rivers flowing into the sea, solidifying into a supreme being that seemed to be the embodiment of radiance—it was the very embodiment of the God of Light, Del, who had descended!

This is precisely why Ying Zheng acted with such caution. If he hadn't been forced by circumstances to have no other choice, he would never have attempted to ascend to godhood at a time when divine incarnations were descending one after another!
But Ying Zheng had already sensed the impending danger. That strange guidance of fate was pushing the main world into the eye of the storm, yet he dared not flee easily. If he left the main world now, he, who had offended the Abyss Demon God, would surely be torn to pieces.

He had no choice but to risk taking the step of ascending to godhood, hoping to increase his strength and survive the impending catastrophe. This was a gamble he could only gamble on; failure meant utter ruin.

"Transcendent Divine Art: Thunder Prison!"

The sky full of lightning, carrying an aura of destruction, coalesced into the shape of an abyss and crashed to the ground.

"Boom!"

Wherever the lightning struck, charred cracks spread like a spiderweb. Dense death energy rose from the crater thousands of meters deep, within which faint divine fluctuations swirled.

At this moment, all the powerful figures held their breath, their eyes fixed on the source of the divine aura. But they were not only wary of the undead lich Ying Zheng who was about to appear, but also wary of their temporary allies—in this life-or-death struggle, only one person could ultimately stand firm.

Ying Zheng, rising from the earth, hovered above the magic circle, his eyes filled with a godlike indifference and mockery: "Thirteen ignorant ants. Heh, Browning, how have you been? Perhaps you covet my position as a Bone God and wish to defect to the Abyss, abandoning the God of Light you serve? What an irony it is that you are a Pope!"

“Our Lord once said that the darkness of the world will eventually be purified by the Holy Light. Where evil pervades, our figures will surely be there. To eliminate beings like you is the will of Heaven!” Browning replied solemnly, holding his scepter.

Ying Zheng let out a low, cold laugh upon hearing this: "You speak so grandly, but it's nothing but greed at play. But you seem to have forgotten the insurmountable chasm between demigods and the ninth level of transcendent beings!"

As soon as the chilling words fell, a terrifying death aura, like a gaping maw of an abyss, devoured everyone. The bone-corroding death energy frantically eroded their flesh and soul, as if dragging them into an eternal darkness.

Faced with the pressure of a demigod, Pope Browning of Light forced himself to remain calm: "Since we've allowed you to advance to demigod status, we have our own countermeasures. Under the suppression of the main world's rules, your strength is limited. Our ancestors could slay gods in the past, and today we can recreate that legend!"

"No need for further words! Brilliant Sword Aura!" The impatient berserker slashed with his greatsword, the burst of sword energy tearing through the sky. Enhanced by the extraordinary divine technique "Blood Qi Rage," this strike was enough to split mountains and shatter peaks; even ordinary ninth-tier experts would crumble upon its touch.

"The Bone Barrier!"

Ying Zheng scoffed. A shield of pure white bones, conjured from divine power, stood before him, easily deflecting the earth-shattering sword energy. "Clang!"

A cold glint flashed in the shadows! A dagger laced with soul poison pierced out from Ying Zheng's shadow, aiming straight for the divine fire—it was the Shadow Assassin Jack's deadly strike.

"Death Barrier!"

"You really think I'd let my guard down? Jack!"

The corrosive domain constructed by the power of death instantly enveloped the assassin. Despite possessing the protective charm of the god of shadow, the faint divine light was ultimately no match for the surging death aura.

"puff--"

The legendary assassin was reduced to ashes in an instant.

"Ruler of Corpses!"

As the lich cast his corpse-controlling spell, Jack's body rose again, his empty eye sockets locking onto Browning and the others, radiating bloodthirsty intent. The mages present paled—for them, who needed to connect to the magic network to cast spells, the controlled legendary assassin remained a deadly threat.

"Don't panic! The puppet's strength is less than 80% of what it was in life!" Browning shouted, his voice trembling with self-encouragement. The remaining twelve remained silent, their robes soaked with cold sweat.

"This pointless farce must end. Let the white bones and thorns bloom into flowers of death!" Ying Zheng's impatient declaration resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

An invisible force of bone suddenly erupted from everyone's bodies! Sharp bone spurs pierced through their flesh, and the sound of tearing flesh was incessant. Even the legendary mage who had erected a lightning shield could not stop the splattering blood from staining his robes.

Only the Berserker and Browning remained, struggling to hold on. The bone thorns that eroded their flesh were sucking away their life essence like living creatures.

The Pope roared incredulously, "This is impossible! You've always been at the bottom of the liches, how could this be?"

Ying Zheng watched his prey struggle in its death throes, a sinister smile appearing on his skeletal face: "How can I lure you into this game if I don't show weakness? Rest assured, you will become nourishment, and you will witness me ascend to the throne of gods!"

Browning's body trembled violently as holy light forcefully suppressed the bone spurs growing wildly within him. A resolute glint flashed in his eyes: "Wishful thinking! By the God of Light, please forgive this believer's greedy desires. I now offer this crippled body as a sacrifice, humbly requesting divine power to purify the evil spirits—a sacrificial divine spell: Holy Light Judgment!"

The intense light instantly engulfed everything! All that came near the Pope was vaporized in the holy flames. The berserker, who was already using his blood energy to resist the bone spikes, was completely annihilated in this purifying light.

"White bone cocoon wall!"

Layers of bones rapidly enveloped Ying Zheng's body. Holy light clashed violently with the white bones, producing a piercing sizzling sound.

As the light faded, Browning's figure vanished into nothingness. But a wisp of divine will was stirred, and the vast power of light converged like rivers flowing into the sea, solidifying into a supreme being that seemed to be the embodiment of radiance—it was the very embodiment of the God of Light, Del, who had descended!

At this moment, the God of Light gazed at the writhing cocoon of white bones below, a deep disgust appearing in his eyes: "Fallen spirit, relinquish your divine office! That is not something you should covet. Divine glory cannot be desecrated; if you convert now, you may still receive merciful purification!"

Upon hearing this, the Lich King Ying Zheng stepped out of his bone cocoon, his hoarse, maniacal laughter shaking the heavens and earth: "How arrogant! So what if you are a high and mighty god? This is the main world, where you and I are both subject to the rules. Who will live and who will die is still unknown!"

Faced with such blasphemous words and actions, the God of Light, Del, felt his hatred grow even stronger. Just as he was about to make a move, his expression suddenly hardened, and he raised his head and shouted sharply into the void: "You cowardly cowards, show yourselves!"

"Heh heh heh, it's a pity we were discovered!"

In the void, the laws of death and the concept of liches surged violently, and a figure as withered as rotten wood slowly appeared. It wore a cloak made from the hide of a god that had been corroded by the abyss, and every inch of its skin exuded an ominous aura.

The moment they saw this person, both the God of Light, Del, and the lich, Ying Zheng, had their pupils contract simultaneously. A deep-seated hatred surged in Ying Zheng's eyes, and he practically spat out the name between clenched teeth: "Lich Demon God. Beckcher!"

Upon hearing the murderous roar, the God of Light, Del, immediately understood the deep-seated grudge between the two. Since there was no possibility of them joining forces, a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes—a lich being hunted down by a god of his own kind; this was quite an interesting spectacle.

Unfortunately, he couldn't remain a bystander; the chaotic battle was already inevitable. The God of Light, a powerful deity, originally despised this lich demon god of middling power, believing he could purify him within ten moves outside the main world. However, the suppression from the main world was precisely the source of Beckcher's confidence to appear.

"Holy Light Judgment!"

The God of Light unleashed an enhanced version of the Purification Divine Art, drawing down the Laws of Light and enveloping both Ying Zheng and Beckcher. The two sworn enemies were forced to temporarily set aside their feud, their Lich Laws and Bone Power intertwining to form a shield against this overwhelming divine might.

"Zizzi-"

Holy light scorched their dark bodies, producing a sizzling sound as flesh was roasted. Thick aura of death and poisonous miasma rose from their bodies, yet they could not break through the cage of light.

The fierce battle between the three god-level beings affected an area of ​​millions of miles, and even the beings outside the death barrier witnessed the dazzling sun. The extraordinary beings discussed in horror: "The calamity of the undead hasn't subsided, and now the gods themselves have intervened!" "When did the main world become so dangerous?"

Devout believers of light knelt and prayed: "The God of Light is the true Lord of the world, may his glory endure forever!" Although Del had withdrawn his power, the aftershocks still scorched millions of miles of land black—this was the root of the main world's suppression of divine power. If the gods were allowed to fight indiscriminately, the main plane supporting the world of Taino would eventually collapse.

Seeing Ying Zheng and Beckcher gradually crumble in the holy light, Ying Zheng stared intently at Del, then glanced resentfully at Beckcher. Even if this avatar was destroyed, its true form would remain unharmed. The thought that they couldn't even achieve a mutually destructive outcome filled him with despair.

Ying Zheng, who was watching from the shadows, shook his head slightly: "If we don't make a move soon, this little guy will really be destroyed, body and soul."

"These three troublesome juniors should know when to stop." A distant divine voice echoed through the heavens and earth, and an invisible giant hand slammed down from the void.

The God of Light, Del, and the Lich King suddenly changed color, feeling an overwhelming divine power enveloping their surroundings. The giant hand swept across them with a casual touch, and the two divine avatars vanished like dust. When the ripples in space and time subsided, the undead Lich King Ying Zheng found himself in a secluded courtyard.

The change happened too fast. Ying Zheng stared blankly at Ying Zheng and Nicarlos playing chess at the stone table, his body stiff and unable to move. Only the great divine power that controls the source of concepts could instantly crush the avatar of a god!
He knew all too well that before such beings, he was less than a speck of dust. Legend had it that great divine power required the control of the very origin of concepts; for example, above the God of Light lay the "Lord of Billions of Radiance," who governed all variations of light. At this moment, neither of the two dignitaries had spoken, and Ying Zheng even held his breath extremely low, fearing to incur their displeasure.

A ripple of emotion stirred within him: Since they intervened to save me, could it be because they value my potential? If I were to receive the favor of a great divine power, wouldn't that be...
Just as his thoughts were racing, Ying Zheng, holding the black piece, placed his piece and casually said, "Little fellow, we both intend to take you as a subordinate deity to run errands. Who do you choose?"

As soon as Ying Zheng spoke, Nicarlos's gaze fell upon the undead lich Ying Zheng. (End of Chapter)