They all call me an Outer God.

One thousandth of the people gave an example to Riya, who said that an ascetic in a certain country had raised his right hand above his head for fifty years since he was three years old, just to ask God to glance at him and fulfill his wish.

"Do you need me to hold my right hand above my head for fifty years?"

Riya glanced at his right hand. It was not impossible to do so, but he couldn't wait that long.

Of course, One Thousandth Side also rejected this idea.

The corners of its mouth rose more and more, and the color became brighter and brighter.

"We don't need to do that, sir."

“Since there has been a successful case before, it means that countless people in the world have begun to follow that example and perform penances to their respective gods.

But they simply don’t understand that those high and mighty gods are just executioners who see them as ants, and even their occasional responses are only because they are annoyed by the power of asceticism and are forced to take action in order to stabilize the source of their faith.”

The bright red color had begun to glow faintly, and blood-like mucus was oozing from the surface.

"What we need to do is to replace all their beliefs, so that the supernatural powers they believe in can be transformed into the shining sun itself, and let them devote themselves to hard training so that their minds can no longer accommodate anything other than the sun."

"Then, we will steal the fruits of their labor—"

"Gather the strength of asceticism into the shining sun."

"sounds good."

Leah gave a thumbs up, then held up the mask and began to ask: "But why does it sound like we are villains when we are doing something just?"

"Ah, father, there is no need to worry about those details. Some things are more motivating only when you feel a sense of guilt."

It started calling things randomly again. Riya was too lazy to correct it. She just thought that since the mask could talk and she would need to use it many times in the future, she might as well give it a new name.

However, Riya forgot that he was not good at naming, and after he had an idea, a new name appeared on the thousandth side.

Dalles.

Dollars.

It still had something to do with money, but Darus seemed to like his new name very much. He kept praising Leah happily, praising him as a god who was unique in heaven and on earth and was loved and respected by everyone.

"Great Father, may every inch of your kingdom be built of gold, and may every bit of your flesh and blood be filled with gold."

"Shut up, you're being too noisy."

Riya grabbed it in her hand and threw it casually, letting the tentacles in the shadows swallow it up. Little Sval was probably happy to have a cordial and friendly exchange with the mask.

But right now, Riya has more important things to do. The "one minute" barrier will not last long. Riya can even see cracks appearing in the space within five meters around her at this moment.

He stared at the cracks that were oozing yellow sand for a moment, then glanced at the throne behind him. He thought of something, then chuckled and turned to sit down.

The young man's movements were always smooth and graceful. He crossed his legs and sat firmly on the throne that symbolized supreme power, with a black cane casually placed on his legs.

It was also at this time that the cracks that were originally expanding slowly suddenly accelerated, and the yellow sand seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and rushed into the cracks madly, at a speed that was no less fast than rushing water.

Finally, when reaching a certain unknown valve point, the entire space seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force.

"boom!!!!!"

The loud noise caused by the time barrier being shattered shook the sky, and even the scorching sun outside the palace was dimmed.

A transparent barrier collapsed like broken glass, and countless fragments gleaming with golden light flew everywhere, like falling stars, lighting up the silent and gloomy palace.

At the moment the barrier was broken, the figure of a king holding a scepter slowly emerged. His figure was shrouded in golden light, like a god of war walking out of mythology.

The monarch's pupils slowly shrank to needle shapes, flashing a cold light as if they could see through all the hypocrisy and deception in the world.

Beside him, thirteen angels dressed in white gathered around him, holding various divine weapons and with solemn expressions.

However, when their eyes fell on Leah on the throne, they saw the shameless man raised a wine glass from somewhere unknown to them, as if making some invitation.

The usurper, leaning on his throne against the light, was extraordinarily handsome, his features were as three-dimensional as if they were sculptures, and his skin glowed faintly in the firelight.

But his expression was full of playfulness, with a hint of smile on the corner of his mouth, which actually made him look different. He didn't look like a villain who had ascended to the throne, but rather like God examining the king.

"So this is your true self. What you said before about being a prophet was all lies."

Tabalf said in a cold voice, and Riya ignored his questioning, drank the wine in the glass, and threw the empty glass to the tentacle beside him, watching it drag the glass back into the shadows.

He did this not to provoke others, but because he was indeed thirsty, but it looked completely different in the eyes of others.

"Speaking of this, your Majesty, isn't it the same for you?"

Riya tapped her fingers lightly on the edge of the throne's armrests, listening to the crisp sound of gold being struck with pleasure.

"The people of Barclay love you so much, and they love the gods you created."

Tabalf clenched the scepter in his hand: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"Don't you understand? Okay then."

Leah held the cane and slowly pointed at the angels of various shapes.

"All the mythical creatures I have seen are creations that have been polluted. The ones around you I have only seen in historical mythology books or fairy tales. Compared to real mythical creatures, they are too normal."

"And it's quite strange that so many angels don't reveal their memes, and serve you with such powerful strength without any rebellion."

"so……"

Leah took back her staff. "The only one who has truly reached Meme One here is you, the King of Barkley. These angels are the embodiment of your power. You rely on their protection while allowing them to absorb the faith of your people and make your position more solid."

At this point, he couldn't help but applaud.

"What a great move! No wonder you were able to leave the Dreamland at the same time in such a short time, and no wonder you were able to break the barrier constructed by the power of the Faceless God."

"These angels share your power. In fact, it is easy to completely disintegrate them by destroying one of them. Your power is too weak compared to theirs. I can only guess that your real body is somewhere else."

"Then where is it? In the coffin? In the pyramid? Or..."

Inside the palace, the dim candlelight flickered, barely illuminating the deep space.

Riya sat on the throne, facing Tabalf, whose expression was as gloomy as ink, and spoke in a voice so soft that it seemed like a whisper.
However, to the listeners, every word that came out of his lips seemed to touch some taboo. Tabalf's face became more and more gloomy, as if the dark clouds were foreshadowing the coming of a storm. In the end, he could no longer suppress the anger and depression in his body.

"boom----"

An unprecedented pressure swept across like a sandstorm. Completely different from the peaceful posture before, this force carried an ancient and tyrannical terror.

Riya seemed to be a bystander. He quietly watched the riot in front of him, but another scene came into his vision.

Shadows in all directions continued to split and spread outward like slime mold, and an overwhelming dark mist emerged from the shadows.

They were not just darkness, but the embodiment of despair, carrying a sense of oppression that was colder, more desperate, and stickier than divine power, tightly enveloping everyone in the palace.

Countless twisted figures are hidden in the mist. They blink their golden eyes and whisper indescribable words. Every word strikes directly into the heart, as if the weight of the entire universe is pressing on their shoulders.

Under this oppression, the air in the palace became stagnant and breathing became difficult.

The blood color on Tabalf's face quickly faded, replaced by a deathly paleness. At this moment, he felt as if he was thrown into an endless ice cave. Not only did his body feel the biting cold, but even his soul was tightly entangled by this despair.

On the surrounding walls, the ancient reliefs also came alive. They twisted and squirmed, releasing an even more bizarre aura that intertwined with the surrounding mist.

Unspeakable monsters are wreaking havoc, there are cities swallowed by despair, there are gods singing softly under the starry sky... every scene makes people tremble in their hearts.

"I forgot to tell you, Mr. Tabalf XV, although angel-level existences are terrifying, you are not the only memetic angel here."

As Ria's own strength increases, Swar's own power is also constantly increasing. With its power, it is easy to suppress an angel whose main body is not there.

Before, Leah fought with those "angels" for so long only because she was puzzled by their attitude and pretended to test them. Now there is no need to pretend anymore.

"Killing an angel will attract the attention of the god of relative memes. I won't kill you. Why don't you make a deal with me?"

As Riya spoke, he stood up from the throne surrounded by black fog and walked step by step towards Tabalf, whose body was filled with sand.

He seemed quite surprised by the current situation. Unease and fear gradually enveloped his heart, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "I should have killed all of you at the beginning, Hephisgetu."

"You think I'm Hephisgetu?"

It would be nice if it were true. At least Ria felt that their situation was happier than hers.

However, he had no intention of making excuses, and instead allowed the misunderstanding to continue to ferment.

"I should also kill all those Hanu. Without them, there wouldn't be..."

"Since you like killing, how about I kill you first? The one here is not your real body, and I'm sure your [Main Meme] won't say anything if I kill you."

The more Riya thought about it, the more interesting it became. His cane spontaneously transformed into a sword, and he pointed the tip of the sword at the Pharaoh's heart, taking a step forward and stabbing it -

"Pfft!!!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, which was blocked by the tentacles just before it splashed onto Riya.

"You will regret it." Tabalf stretched out his hand and grasped the sword fiercely. The next second, his body suddenly collapsed, and the Barkley gods around him turned into yellow sand.

At this time, Ria also put away her sword, and looked through the void at a new contract that appeared out of thin air.

[The person being traded: Vosette Nigthorne Tabalf]

[Transaction Content: The other party uses the main body and the location of the Death Seal in exchange for a chance to survive]

[Contract initiator: Lia Kelcha]

[Transaction established, praise you! Great Lord of Trade]

"Isn't that what we have found?"

Riya waved at the black mist in all directions, and it spontaneously compressed and gathered into a ball of color that was almost rich enough to rival a black hole.

Finally, the "black hole" opened its two round pupils and flew happily to Leah's outstretched hand.

"How does it feel to be scary?"

"Goooo!"

Little Shival puffed out his chest, his face showing obvious pride.

As for the mask called Darles... Darles is a piece of rubbish, and he is not worthy of staying with it and calling Ria father. It has never called Ria that, but all kinds of people come out and pretend to be familiar with Ria.

If the broken mask wasn't still useful, little Swar would have chopped it off right now.

"Goo!"

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Little Swar stretched out his tentacles and pierced Leah's neck.

It tore the blood and let it splatter all over its body. Then at a certain moment, it finally tore Ria's head off his body and put it in its arms. This finally made up for its lack of sense of security.

And Ria didn't say much, just touched its head and led it step by step out of the palace.

They met many soldiers along the way, but when those soldiers saw clearly that a headless man was carrying a pitch-black unidentified object, and that the unidentified object was tightly holding the man's head, with blood oozing down as he walked, they were all dumbfounded and dared not even move.

At this moment, they wished they were dead so that they would not have to see such a horrifying scene in broad daylight, shouting in their hearts “Save me, save me”.

Dales also appeared above Ria's head at an inopportune moment, but the position where Ria had originally placed her head had long been changed, so as soon as it appeared, it fell on Ria's arm that was placed on her chest.

Although Darus has no eyes, it is not without vision, so in a blink of an eye he met the eyes of Ria's head and the "bird" that insisted on holding Ria's head.

In terms of shock, it is definitely not inferior to anyone.

"What are you doing! My father, what on earth are you doing!"

"There's nothing to be surprised about. It's just playing. You'll get used to it." Riya said the extraordinary thing in a gentle tone.

"You're so obsessed with this thing!?"

"...I think your timing might not be very appropriate, and what you said might not be very appropriate either."

Before Riya could finish her reminder, the dark tentacles lifted Darles high up, and the owners of those tentacles were staring at it with dark eyes.

(End of this chapter)