Who is not a warrior these days?

Chapter 457 I've Lifted Your Top!
"Not dead yet?"

The God-King in the sky narrowed his eyes slightly. In just an instant, he saw the "True Creator" who had been blasted apart by his "Great Thunder" and could only hide deep in the spirit realm. Although only a trace of flesh and blood remained, he was still struggling to rebuild his complete divine body.

The voice of the God-King Wang Li was like a cold wind blowing across an icy plain, each syllable causing the structure of the spirit world to tremble slightly.

His figure, suspended high in the sky, was surrounded by countless golden lightning bolts. Behind his head, the Omega halo, symbolizing the birth and death of the universe, was spinning with the intensity of a supernova explosion, with galaxies being born and annihilated with each rotation.

His gaze pierced through the seven veils of the spirit world and saw that pitiful being writhing in flesh and blood.

The remains of the true creator resembled a lump of clay kneaded and discarded by a child, barely maintaining the outline of an upside-down human form. The flesh and blood flowing with fallen divinity were devouring and merging with each other in a nauseating way, attempting to piece together a complete form.

"As expected, these Sequence 0 true gods in the 'Lord of Mysteries' world, despite their mediocre strength, have an abundance of ways to save their lives. It truly lives up to its reputation as a world that can manipulate game mechanics in creative ways."

Whether it's Amon, who became a god through the "thief" route, or his father, the "true creator" divided into five parts, or other level 0 true gods, they are all, even the seemingly most stubborn Lord of Storms, "Leodro," who is actually a real schemer with all sorts of survival, substitution, and grafting mechanisms maxed out!
As for the "Fool" approach of Klein, the "survival" mechanism is maxed out, with various resurrection mechanisms that make any opponent's head spin!
It is no exaggeration to say that in the cesspool of "Lord of Mysteries," a world forever filled with conspiracies and counter-conspiracies, betrayals and counter-betrayals, and treachery and counter-betrayal, power may decline and strength may only be temporary, but the skills of survival have been honed to the extreme by these gods.

The god-king, who looked down upon the earth and the planets, sighed slightly. In the Omega halo behind his head, at this moment, there was a magnificent scene of the Milky Way being annihilated and reborn.

The God-King's fingers gently stroked the "Great Thunder" in his hand.

It must be said that this artifact, which he snatched from Typhon in the original mythology, truly deserves to be called the supreme artifact symbolizing the supreme authority of the "King of the Gods" of Olympus.

It's the kind of myth that would never go out of style, no matter which mythological world it's placed in.

Streams of liquid lightning flowed between the fingers of God-King Wang Li, each slight tremor tearing tiny black cracks in the surrounding space.

Then, the great thunderbolt he held in his right hand was raised high once again!
This time, however, the place He targeted was no longer the Forsaken Land, which had regained its light and was no longer entangled with even a trace of the gods' curse.

Rather, it is the most mysterious, most fantastical, and also most filthy place in this world... the spirit world!
"boom!!!"

When He raised His great thunder for the second time, the atmosphere of the entire planet began to stir restlessly, and the clouds formed a huge vortex with a diameter of thousands of kilometers, centered on the entire land abandoned by God.

As for the entire Spirit Realm, which was Wang Li's target, countless idealistic concepts began to fall into chaos in an instant.

The seven-colored light that seemed to hang eternally above the underworld was completely chaotic. The seven-colored aurora was twisted and entangled like a ribbon being pulled haphazardly by a child. Trillions of spirit creatures vaporized in a fraction of a second, without even having time to scream.

Countless trillions of “fragments” floated into the air, and the entire spirit world tilted up like a fragile biscuit, as if it had been forcibly “pulled” out of the real universe by some great force, forming countless spiritual waterfalls of different colors in the sky!

"But it doesn't matter. If one hit isn't enough to kill him, then let's try again."

boom!
The great thunderbolt from the God-King's hand struck down heavily once more!

This thunderbolt was completely different from the previous ones.

It continued to "grow" during its fall, splitting into new branches every microsecond.

When it hits its target, it transforms into a thunderous forest covering the entire continent.

As the lightning bolts fell, they continued to fork and grow, until they reached the surface of the spirit world and transformed into a lightning forest covering the entire continent.

Each branch of lightning seemed like a living, self-aware creature, automatically tracking every trace of divinity scattered by the true Creator. Those leaping bolts of lightning, like living beings, automatically tracked every hint of corruption.

The veil separating the spirit world from the mortal world was torn apart, and the whole world trembled.

The thunderbolt, seemingly descending from the summit of Mount Olympus in the heavens, carried the power to cleave the world apart and completely shattered the spatial structure of the spirit realm.

Wherever the thunder passed, the boundary between reality and illusion was brutally erased, leaving only a dazzling streak of light that pierced through the heavens and the earth, like the first ray of dawn at the beginning of creation.

"boom--!!!"

The spirit world and the mortal world seemed to have been completely turned upside down!
Amidst the deafening explosion, the spacetime where the "true creator" was hidden instantly collapsed.

The blasphemous cross, built from the bones of countless believers, vanished into a stream of elementary particles the instant it came into contact with the lightning.

The corrupt divine power entrenched on the cross attempted to construct a defense, but was completely wiped out in a fraction of a second by the concept of "negation" contained within the lightning.

The entire cross resembles a pencil drawing erased by an eraser, leaving only a deep indentation of indescribable diameter deep within the spirit world!

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

The true creator let out a howl that transcended the laws of physics.

The sound was like the simultaneous roar of millions of tormented souls, or the groaning of the entire world in pain.

At this moment, His roar transcended the limitations of the laws of physics.

His vocal cords, which seemed to be composed of countless suffering human emotions, vibrated simultaneously.

The upside-down flesh and blood multiplied wildly, constructing layer upon layer of blasphemous barriers in the void.

A flowing river of shadows;
A writhing barrier of flesh;
The rotating, fallen star rings...

Each layer contains a terrifying power capable of corrupting even the King of Angels.

However, the arrival of the great thunderbolt ignored all defenses.

That dazzling beam of light, like a sword of judgment, pierced straight through the spirit world and the mortal realm.

The River of Shadows shattered like a bubble, the flesh and blood barrier melted like wax in the face of fire, and the Fallen Star Ring disintegrated into a raw stream of information the instant it came into contact with the object.

The thunderbolt, still powerful, struck precisely at the bottom of the cross, at the twisted head hanging upside down!

"Click——"

The crisp sound of bones cracking echoed throughout the star realm.

The true Creator, who had finally managed to reunite, had His skull blown off in an instant!
(End of this chapter)