Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Seeing that all things could not absorb the energy within, the God of Plague felt reassured and manipulated the plague to begin eroding all things.

The body of Vientiane began to rot.

Pustules appeared on the skin, flesh began to dissolve, and bones began to become brittle.

It stood there, motionless, letting its body rot.

It felt no pain, no fear; it simply carried out orders. Lynn's order was to fight the god of plague, so it did exactly that.

The god of plague laughed even harder.

"So you can rot too! So you can't absorb everything after all! My domain is my will, and you, a mere puppet, dare to absorb my will!"

While they were chatting and laughing, Wanxiang's body had already rotted away.

The flesh of my left arm was completely gone, leaving only bone, and the bones of my right leg began to turn black and broke off at the joint.

The torso was covered in pustules, some of which had rotted through to the point where you could see the internal organs—if it had any.

Lynn stood atop the mountain peak, gazing upon the myriad phenomena within the realm.

Instead of taking immediate action, he analyzed that area.

With all one hundred workstations fully operational, we dissect the structure, energy flow, and regulatory framework of the field.

The Plague God's domain is powerful, but its structure is crude, relying entirely on its immense energy. Once a key point is found, it can be broken with a single blow.

"Found it," Lynn said in a low voice.

He raised his right hand and gestured towards the sky.

The Demon Eye moved.

It emerged from the clouds, its enormous eyeballs slowly rotating, its pupils aimed at the domain of the plague god.

A ray of spiritual energy shot out from the pupil, silent, colorless, and formless. The ray pierced through the outer wall of the field, like a needle puncturing a balloon.

A small hole appeared in the barrier, and then the hole began to expand, with cracks spreading in all directions.

The God of Plague's expression changed drastically. Before He could react, the second attack had already arrived.

Mental storm.

The Demon Eye threw a concentrated mental storm into the domain, and the storm exploded inside the domain, like a bomb thrown into a closed room.

The rules, energy, and will carefully woven by the god of plague were thrown into chaos.

The cracks on the barrier grew larger and larger until finally, with a loud bang, it shattered.

The God of Plague was blasted away by the mental storm, tumbling several times in the air before regaining his footing.

He stared at the enormous eyeball in the clouds, his face turning deathly pale.

He was actually at the peak of powerful divine strength! Much stronger than himself.

How can we even play ball like this?!

The god of plague dared not fight any longer.

He turned and ran, transforming into a green streak of light, flying towards the Kingdom of God.

He abandoned even his domain and all phenomena, only thinking of escaping.

Lynn didn't stop him, but simply followed him step by step.

The god of plague tore open the barrier of the divine kingdom, entered, and then immediately sealed the barrier shut.

He changed the location of God's kingdom, moving it tens of thousands of kilometers to other parts of the world, and set up three layers of barriers before collapsing on the throne.

"Monsters...they're all monsters...that plague-absorbing monster...where did that eye come from...?"

He murmured, his chest heaving violently.

It was very quiet in God's Kingdom.

His throne was made of bones and rotting flesh, the cushion was sewn from human skin, and the armrests were two thigh bones.

The ground was dark red, like dried blood, and various organs hung on the walls, some of them still throbbing and making thumping sounds...

The god of plague sat on his throne, breathing heavily with his eyes closed.

But He did not notice that there was one more person in God's kingdom.

Lynn stood at the edge of the divine realm, watching all of this.

Bones, rotting flesh, organs, fragments...

The kingdom of the god of plague is more disgusting than He Himself.

He strode forward, past the pile of divine fragments, past the still-pulsating organs, and past the dark red ground.

His footsteps were light and silent.

He had no aura or energy fluctuations; he was like a shadow.

The god of plague did not find him.

Lynn walked to the throne, stood still, and looked down at the plague god who was slumped in the chair.

The God of Plague was still panting, muttering, "That eye... it's at least at the peak of powerful divine power... what exactly is that plague-absorbing puppet... could it be an attack from another world's pantheon?"

"Do you need me to answer your question?" Lynn said softly beside Him.

"Then tell me..."

Before he could finish speaking, the God of Plague suddenly opened his eyes, his face filled with terror.

He saw a man in black robes standing next to the throne.

The person had no breath on their body, as if they didn't exist.

But He was indeed standing there, looking down at Him.

The god of plague's hair stood on end. He opened his mouth to shout, but no sound came out; he tried to stand up, but his legs wouldn't obey him.

He wanted to mobilize the power of God's kingdom, but those powers were frozen and remained motionless.

"You..." The Plague God's voice trembled, "Who are you..."

Lynn did not answer, but simply looked at Him quietly.

The Plague God's gaze fell on Lynn's face, a face that was cold, calm, and expressionless.

He suddenly felt that the face looked familiar.

Like...like that plague-absorbing puppet!

Exactly the same, only this one is younger and more vibrant.

"You are... the mastermind behind that puppet... the one who orchestrated it!"

The voice of the plague god trembled even more.

Lynn still did not answer. He walked around the throne, went to the God of Plague, and looked down at Him.

The god of plague slumped in his chair, trembling all over.

This person entered His Kingdom, and He did not notice...

This person stood beside Him, and He did not notice...

If this person wanted to kill Him, He would have died a hundred times over...

But he didn't make a move.

He stood there, as if looking at an insect. That was absolute confidence.

So confident that there's no need for a sneak attack, no need to hide, and not even need to take action.

The god of plague rolled off his throne, kneeling on the ground with his forehead pressed against the dark red earth, his voice shrill:

"My lord! My lord, spare my life! This humble deity was blind and ignorant, I have offended you, please spare my life!"

Lynn looked down at Him.

The plague god, who dared to harm seven gods at the same time, was kneeling on the ground like a dog.

"Get up," Lynn said.

The god of plague dared not rise; he knelt and moved forward a few steps, attempting to embrace Lynn's legs.

"My lord, whatever you command, I will do my utmost! Whatever you desire, I will give you! Divinity! Believers! Divine kingdom! You can have anything you want!"

Lynn naturally wouldn't let this disgusting guy have his way, and his massive mental energy field directly repelled him.

This move made the God of Plague even more terrified, and he hurriedly retreated and knelt down.

"Those seven divine attributes," Lynn said, "take them out and let's see them."

The god of plague froze. He bowed his head, his face contorted in pain.

godhead!

He spent hundreds of years digging them out one by one from the sleeping gods.

He wanted to use them to ascend to godhood, to rule the world, and to become the one and only god.

Now this person wants Him to produce it...

"My lord..." the Plague God's voice was bitter, "I have already digested most of those seven divine cores, but the rest..."

"Take it out." Lynn's tone remained unchanged.

The god of plague gritted his teeth, pressed his hand to his chest, his face began to contort, his mouth opened, and a gurgling sound came from his throat.

A golden ray of light floated out of His mouth and hovered in His palm.

That is the godhood of war.

Next is the second group, the God of Wisdom.

The Third Regiment, the God of Death.

The Fourth Regiment, the God of Harvest.

Fifth Regiment, Storm God.

The Sixth Regiment: Forging Godhood.

The Seventh Group, the God of Love and Desire.

Seven rays of light, seven colors, swirled in the palm of the God of Plague.

His hands were trembling, and his face was twitching, as if seven pieces of flesh had been ripped from his body.

With each one removed, His aura weakened. After all seven were taken out, His aura dropped from the third ring to the peak of the second ring.