Wizard Immortal

Chapter 774 Questioning

"You seem to have a huge misunderstanding about me..."

Before him, facing Adir's questioning, that majestic and holy being slowly spoke, his voice reverberating throughout the entire space, spreading in all directions, allowing everyone to feel its majesty.

"I have sown my blood, allowing different people to inherit it; my motives are indeed not entirely pure..."

His expression remained calm, and in the face of Adir's questioning, he readily admitted his point: "But weren't you all enjoying it along the way?"

Looking at Adir before him, a faint light flickered in his eyes, as if reflecting scenes from different moments.

In the distance, as he sensed the scenes unfolding in the eyes of the God of Slaughter, Adir's gaze sharpened slightly.

Among those countless scenes, one after another unfolded, emerging from the perspectives of individual characters.

In the scene, countless people obtain the blood of slaughter from their weakest moments, and then continue to kill, constantly gaining power and growing stronger.

Of course, many people died along the way during this process, but many more grew up successfully, gained the power they wanted, and reaped many benefits along the way.

Dreams, power, authority—these are all things that these people acquire smoothly and effortlessly during their growth.

In each scene, after reaching the pinnacle of their lives, these people had radiant smiles on their faces, each one full of vigor and exuding a faint aura of killing intent.

"Sometimes, people think that I am instigating others, turning ordinary beings into children of slaughter, and causing conflict..."

A voice from afar spoke softly, carrying a sense of historical vicissitude, as if recounting an epic: "But sometimes, it's not that I seek them out, but that they actively seek me out..."

"Among these people, including yourself, weren't you able to get to where you are today thanks to my help...?"

"You've gotten this far thanks to my efforts, so what right do you have to come here and question me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of voices echoed continuously.

At this moment, the world before my eyes seemed to be engulfed by a raging storm, with towering waves and the whole world began to turn upside down, becoming chaotic in an instant.

The voice of the God of Slaughter echoed in his mind, reverberating throughout his entire being. It relentlessly questioned Adir, as if trying to dissect his entire soul, magnify everything from his past under a microscope, and rebuke and interrogate him.

Past experiences surfaced in his mind, and scenes of guilt and sorrow spontaneously emerged, eventually settling in his heart like a brand, causing Adir to feel an extreme emotion.

Adir remained calm, sensing the emotions within him without uttering a word. His radiance continued to shine, and despite the countless emotions surfacing in his heart, he showed no hesitation whatsoever.

The words of the God of Slaughter before them seemed to make some sense, but upon closer examination, they were utter nonsense.

To Adir, the words of the God of Slaughter sounded like the excuses of a drug dealer.

Drug dealers defend themselves by saying that there are people who need drugs, which is why they exist.

It's not that drug addicts exist because of their existence, but rather that they do it because someone needs them.

The words seem to make some sense, but to completely absolve oneself of all responsibility, to ignore everything one did in the process, to disregard the benefits gained, and to disregard the suffering caused by one's own actions...

That's just too shameless.

"I don't deny that you have indeed helped a lot of people..."

Before him, Adir took a deep breath, gazing at the majestic and holy God of Slaughter before him, his expression gradually turning indifferent.

"Some people are born humble, yet harbor great ambitions..."

"Some people are born into misery, with no close relatives and few friends..."

"Some people are unwilling to be ordinary and aspire to rise above their station..."

"These people have all benefited because of you..."

He pointed to the images that appeared on the God of Slaughter before him, pointing to the figures who were either in tragic circumstances, unwilling to be ordinary, or born humble.

"But... there are still some people..."

Then, he changed the subject and looked at the God of Slaughter before him. At this moment, did his eyes reveal any other emotions?

"Their family is happy..."

An ordinary scene appeared on Adir's body: a family of three, with parents taking care of their child, who grew up under their loving care—a happy and fulfilling scene.

"They are ordinary people..."

In another scene, an ordinary middle-aged man looks around, busy with his work, living an ordinary life day after day.

"They strive to improve themselves..."

The third scene shows a young boy writing furiously, constantly honing his skills, all for the sake of gaining that tiny chance to take himself a step further.

Subsequently, more images appeared on Adir's body.

Some live peaceful lives, some have happy families, some are busy but at least fulfilled, some are humble but still manage to survive, and some, though in difficult circumstances, still have loved ones to cherish...

The most ordinary scenes appeared on Adir's figure, forming a stark contrast with the magnificent, epic scenes that appeared on the God of Slaughter opposite him.

Just like the scenes that appeared on the God of Slaughter opposite him, the scenes that appeared on Adir were also sights that Adir had personally witnessed.

Having traveled through countless worlds and experienced many things in them, what truly dominated those experiences was not grand, bustling scenes, but rather the stories of ordinary mortals.

Adir himself was one of these ordinary people in his previous life.

Then, a series of changes began to occur.

A torrent of blood slowly surged forth, and along with the scenes that appeared on the God of Slaughter opposite, the scenes that appeared on Adir also began to change.

As the blood of slaughter dwindles, one after another, the sons of slaughter are born, embarking on their own journeys, whether to escape their lowly status, to realize their ambitions, or to make themselves extraordinary.

They embarked on the path laid out by the god of slaughter, and then the blood of slaughter within them began to flow forward, unleashing carnage along the way.

Ordinary people are constantly being slaughtered, happy families are being torn apart, and those they care about are dying one by one. On the marble floor, white bones stand, a scene left behind after the blood of slaughter has been absorbed.

With the rise of one son of slaughter after another, the peaceful lives of countless people have been disrupted, order has been disrupted, and a chaotic atmosphere has enveloped everything.

Behind the rise of those sons of slaughter lies not only the epic glory sung by thousands, but also the endless mountains and seas of corpses.

The rise of every Son of Slaughter is backed by the slaughter of countless lives and the massacre of countless ordinary people.

"You said you used your blood to change the fate of many and bring good news to many..."

Adir raised his head, gazing at the god of slaughter in the distance: "And what about those who have suffered because of you?"

As the soft words fell, ripples began to appear on the spot.

In the dim light, one could hear the sigh of the god of slaughter before them, and that gradually chilling voice.

"You have fused with my essence, which means you must become my enemy..."

"It's not too late to withdraw now, to relinquish that power..."

A faint, cold voice kept emanating from the space in front of them.

Under Adir's gaze, the colossal being before him, as vast as a continent, began to crumble. Its body seemed to stiffen, and the radiance around it began to melt away, gradually dissipating into nothingness.

At this final moment, the figure before him began to dissipate, vanishing into the air, and finally turning into a point of golden essence, which gradually merged into Adir's body.

boom!!

Outside, the moment the figure of the God of Slaughter disappeared, golden flames suddenly blazed brightly.

That single golden flame began to burn fiercely, and at that moment, the powerful flame of life was catalyzed to its extreme, gradually merging with Adir's body.

Under the forging of this powerful flame of life, that drop of golden blood began to dissipate, and the divine essence contained within it was finally stripped away, transforming into pure power under the burning flames and merging into Adir's body.

boom! !

A soft sound rang out from the spot, and in that instant it seemed to resound throughout the entire world, causing ripples in all directions and making the whole world tremble slightly.

The will of the material world began to boil, as if it sensed the presence of Adir. The material world rejoiced, cheering for the birth of a demigod.

The old body continued to melt away, and new flesh and blood began to appear.

At this moment, a brand new demigod body appeared before them, fully revealing its majesty.

A faint golden blood flowed through Adir's body, carrying a sacred aura and a majesty unique to the gods.

At this moment, Adir looked like a god, and his aura seemed to have changed, becoming more powerful and terrifying.

The vast domain that had been expanding and almost covered the entire wasteland began to slowly disappear. At this moment, as Adir's advancement came to an end, it was reintegrated into Adir's body.

A faint golden blood flowed through his body. At this moment, the divine fire within Adir began to burn, illuminating his entire body with unparalleled brilliance.

He stood still, and at that moment a silver longsword appeared in his hand, its blade pointing towards the sky, and a wisp of sword energy spread outwards without any concealment.

(End of this chapter)