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Chapter 346 Genuine vs. Pirated

"Greedy people have always coveted the secret of immortality, but divinity is a brilliant spark ignited by the collision of soul and law, which is difficult for mortals to easily taint. Forcibly absorbing it will only result in instant death," Santani said eloquently.

"The Federation was founded in a short period of time, and due to a lack of accumulation in the field of mystery, it has long possessed treasures but could not make use of them. It could only produce some items with great defects and very low effectiveness in a simple and crude manner."

She glanced at the few remaining capsules with a pained expression and slowed down the dispensing process.

"It wasn't until after World War II, when the magical legacy of the Third Reich was seized, that research progressed rapidly, and finally, in recent years, a breakthrough was achieved..."

Santa Nicole raised her right hand high, the golden-orange ball between her thumb and forefinger shimmering with a soft, dreamlike light, possessing a strange beauty.

"The emergence of the [Superpower] potion is its greatest achievement, allowing ordinary people to leap into the realm of the extraordinary! Even though the superpowers activated through this method can never surpass the [Knight Rank] and have the flaw of being easily out of control, it is still a revolutionary invention!"

Santa Nicole's sharp canines were barely visible at the corners of her lips, her expression a mixture of mockery and ridicule, as if she were witnessing her once-envied and jealous wealthy neighbor about to go bankrupt.

"The talents of short-lived species are indeed terrifying. The level they reach in just a few decades is comparable to the power we have accumulated over hundreds of years. But it doesn't matter... Once they fully master this kind of technology, you detestable human sorcerers will probably be completely eliminated!"

Two vermilion talismans depicting soaring flames floated out, transforming into a crimson cloud that cradled the sun, stabilizing the position somewhat. Zhu Mingyao remained hidden, calmly retorting:

"It doesn't matter. At worst, we'll lose our jobs, but you dark monsters will probably be stuffed into laboratories and zoos."

However, his retort was met only with a sneer.

"Idiot! By then I would have already swallowed Kukulkan's divine blood and opened the Gate of Eternity! And now that your curiosity has been satisfied, you can die in peace!"

Despite being on the verge of death, the other party's behavior was far too calm. Santa Nicole suddenly felt a strange sense of irritation. She was unwilling to continue the entanglement. She crushed several golden stars at once, and the rainbow light, like a thin mist, entered the giant python. She was about to kill the talkative kid in front of her in one fell swoop!

"We're on the same page," the young man chuckled leisurely. "Thanks for the helpful explanation. Now... you can die!"

"boom!"

A tall figure suddenly leaped out of the void, his indigo axe crackling with lightning, carrying immense power, and pounced fiercely towards the feathered serpent.

“Idiot, how can a dead being compare to a god incarnate…” Santa Nicole’s owl-like laughter abruptly stopped.

The seemingly indestructible domain of wind and rain opened up without any hindrance before the giant axe of lightning.

Then came the silvery scales, the long body, and the bones that were neither gold nor jade.

This strike almost sliced ​​the giant python vertically in two!

Severely injured, the corrupted black blood in his lower body could no longer be suppressed, vaporizing into large clumps of black clouds. An immeasurable, deep, and chaotic stream of thoughts burst forth, like a thousand voices arguing incessantly:

"My lord, why have you abandoned us..."

"Human power is finite; we need more spirit to fill the void of divinity..."

"Where else is there? Where else is there—there's still some here!"

A tearing pain shot through her, and Santa Nico looked down in confusion. Her jagged fangs, like solidified mercury, burst forth from her body, and the giant maw ruthlessly closed, swallowing the [Superpower] potion in her hand, along with her abdomen and below, into the snake's belly.

"Why?" Relying on the incredibly tenacious life force of high-level vampires, she widened her eyes and opened her mouth in a hoarse voice.

She died a confused and bewildered death, and she could not rest in peace.

There should be a huge gap between divinity and mortality, so neither modern firearms nor supernatural powers should be able to easily cause harm.

"Although this thing is half real and half fake, its power level is indeed high enough. If I were to face it alone, I would have no way to deal with it. But I happen to have an item that can be used to treat the problem."

As if he had seen through her thoughts, Zhu Mingyao pointed his sword and raised the blue blade again. He had no interest in showing mercy to the beautiful woman and slashed straight down at her face!

"To give an analogy, what would happen if an arrogant and domineering collateral branch of a noble family encountered the direct line of the main family? Or, as works of art from the same author, if a pieced-together incomplete work meets a complete original, which do you think is more valuable?"

After turning his prey into reward points, he activated his magic again, and the [Jiesen] Great Axe swept across, easily severing the giant python's heart at its seven-inch mark. A lump of flesh, resembling rotten silver, was split open, and the feathered serpent convulsed and twisted before collapsing to the ground, lifeless.

The vast and complex thoughts, freed from restraint, scattered into a gust of yin wind with a whoosh, the largest of which naturally flowed along the axe blade and into the heart of the Yaksha Demon General.

However, the dead are heartless... The lingering spiritual echo, powerful enough to turn a seasoned medium into an idiot, merely lingered helplessly on the cold body for a few moments before vanishing into nothingness.

For the Yaksha Demon General, it was merely a gentle breeze, but for Zhu Mingyao, the controller, it allowed him to glimpse deeper secrets.

That's a story from a long, long time ago...

Bright sunlight shines on the majestic, stepped pyramids, the surface of the volcanic rock formed by high temperatures shimmering with a dark green, glassy light. A cool breeze blows gently, and the square, fertile fields are laden with fruit.

The once lush, thick green leaves have mostly turned dry, yellow, and thin, setting off the thick corn cobs, which are as thick as arms. The golden and green hues are particularly pleasing to the eye, like a few strands of jade dotting a sea of ​​topaz.

The strong slaves, shirtless and carrying baskets, had sweat that gave their tanned skin an oily sheen. Despite their exhaustion, their faces were full of the joy of a bountiful harvest.

Meanwhile, the priests, adorned with magnificent feathered crowns, stood by, holding bunches of vibrant Mexican dahlias, gently urging them on, showing no arrogance or ferocity whatsoever.

This somewhat peculiar scene, at first glance, actually carries a humorous connotation of the great harmony of classical slave society.

But those within it did not feel anything amiss, for the Lord they worshipped was the most merciful of the many great beings on this land. He abhorred bloody sacrifices, required no cruel rituals, and sought only pure faith.

Ah, Kukulkan…

You are the symbol of wind and rain...

It is the embodiment of life, death, and reproduction...

We gather flowers and fruits, offering them with devotion, today, tomorrow, and forever.

The deeply moving, melodious prayers resonated from the stone tower, echoing across the plains, as if they could touch the slowly drifting white cloud on the horizon, just as they had for centuries before…

Unlike in the last few centuries!

Countless exclamations rose and fell as, amidst the astonished gazes of millions, the elegant, slender, colossal object slowly rose into the air from the top of the temple.

Like scales cast from platinum, reflecting a holy and gentle light, wind and thunder rise together, mist and haze rise, supporting a noble and sacred figure.

The extraordinary python swam its body, its head showing a human-like sense of remorse, its snout opening and closing several times but remaining silent.

Having made up his mind, the pride of the divine would not allow for any more false comfort. He gazed one last time deeply upon his homeland and its people, his rainbow-colored wings, blotting out the sky, fluttered as he soared towards a swirling galaxy high in the heavens.

At the same time, a thunderous message spread through the hearts of all believers in an instant.

"Do not--!"

Desperate cries and wails surged like a raging sea and a collapsing mountain, reaching the heavens. Slaves, farmers, warriors, priests, and ordinary people all desperately banged their heads on the ground. Soft flesh clashed and cracked against the rough rocks, and blood instantly stained the soil crimson.

All the clamor converged into a desperate plea:

"Great Kukulkan, please do not abandon us!"

That figure never looked back, soaring higher and higher amidst heart-wrenching pleas for farewell.

However, just as it was about to step into the endless sea of ​​stars, the giant serpent's body trembled as if it couldn't bear it. Its eyes, as pure as the finest jewels, turned gently, and endless longing and shame transformed into a drop of golden-red blood tear that seeped from the corner of its eye and fell into the arms of the youngest priest on the top of the temple.

"Has He left?" His companions hurriedly surrounded him, whispering among themselves.

The young man felt the still-warm tears, clenched his hands in a daze, as if they were more precious than his own life and soul.

"He is still here..."

Time flies, war and fire come and go, years pass, civilization and faith rise and fall, the torrent of history sweeps by, but cannot wash away this golden-red tear of blood.

Using this as a source of power, even though the divine position is vacant, the priests can still maintain basic spellcasting abilities. It is a parting gift from a great being to the believers.

But... humanity is not satisfied with this.

It sits quietly atop the black agate altar, overlooking the absurdity below.

One by one, the priests who had lost their objects of worship passed away. One by one, the bones that shimmered with silver light were dug out from their bodies and piled up around them, piecing together the shape of a long snake. In the end, only the young man from that time remained.

That's not Him!

The strong, alien warrior ascended the steps, arrogantly raising his blood-dripping blade, with abandoned farmland and roads behind him.

The last shaman, his body hunched over, slowly turned his head, and his once vibrant spirit could still be faintly seen on his dying face.

"No, that is Him..."

He spoke softly to others, and also to himself.

The obsidian sacrificial knife sank into the withered forehead, and a crystal-like skull burst forth, merging into the bone array, layer upon layer enveloping the blood and tears.

Then the heavens and earth shook violently, and the pyramid temple, along with the invaders, sank underground. From this arose a powerful and bizarre entity that possessed divine power but no divine heart, a divine form but no divine soul.

Chapter 347 Old-fashioned and vulgar plot

The illusions between the mind and spirit vanished, and the last ripples of the mythological era came to an end.

Under the illumination of several beams of light, the enormous snake body lying on the ground silently disintegrated, its scales, bones, skin, and flesh gradually turning to ash, its silver heart dissolving, and a crystalline mass rolling out.

"finished?"

With the spellcaster dead, the labyrinth of poisonous mist collapsed, and Serena, still shaken, rejoined the group.

The battle just now had left her quite shocked, and even though it seemed to have settled down, she remained cautiously in a fighting stance.

"Successfully by chance."

Zhu Mingyao flashed a humble smile, revealing his white teeth, a gesture imbued with traditional Eastern virtues, but inwardly he let out a sigh of relief.

This isn't being pretentious.

Leaving aside those low-level ghosts and gods that fall between powerful undead and natural spirits, the power of a true god... even if it is mixed and incomplete, is enough to give all superhumans below the [Scepter Rank] a major headache. This is why Santaniko's lair was turned upside down, yet she remained full of confidence.

Under normal circumstances, Zhu Mingyao would have to pay a price to escape, let alone win the battle. He was able to defeat the enemy easily thanks to the snake-scale axe.

Each has its own specialty. Both being sacred objects blessed by Kukulkan and weapons dedicated to killing, their performance in battle ultimately overshadowed that of the Blood and Tears, which represented the inheritance of divine magic.

He was about to explain when he suddenly felt dizzy and lightheaded, and his body felt weak and about to collapse. He quickly leaned on his peachwood cane to keep from falling.

Although the battle was brief, it consumed a great deal of energy. He was now completely drained of his true qi and just wanted to rest for a while.

"...So that's how it is."

Serena helped Zhu Mingyao sit down to rest, listening to him recount the whole story, and clicking her tongue in amazement.

“By the way, according to you, the core power of the giant python is…” After removing the mask Santa Nico was wearing, just as she was about to pick up the remaining [Superpower] potion, the vampire lady suddenly seemed to remember something, stopped what she was doing, and deftly spun around in the thick ashes on the ground, picking up the thing that had just rolled out of her heart.

The translucent crystal skull was dull and lifeless, with cracks spreading outwards. Small fragments fell off one after another and vanished into nothingness. Clearly, the spiritual energy it contained was rapidly dissipating, disappearing completely in the blink of an eye, leaving only a drop of liquid the size of a soybean spinning on the blade.

The liquid is golden-red in color, emitting a peaceful glow, and has a magnificent and pure feel to it.

This is the precious legacy that the Lord of wind, rain, and fertility left for the believers in his homeland before he departed.

“Kukulkan’s blood!” Serena’s throat moved slightly, and a blush rose on her cold and beautiful face.

Finally remembering that it was a shared trophy, she struggled to suppress her racial instinct to crave the blood of a powerful creature.

"I want this. Name your price."