The magic cards I made are absolutely flawless!

He walked slowly forward, his footsteps echoing in the empty temple hall. The walls around him were covered with cold murals. The central area, which should have been guarded by other Chaos Gods, was deserted, with not a single Chaos God in sight, and not even a trace of fighting.

But this silence made Apertos suspicious: it seemed that ten thousand years had passed since he left this once-pure land, and everything had become the past, even the eternal Chaos Gods had become history.

Appertos's footsteps grew heavier, as if burdened by a heavy sense of oppression within him.

At this moment, he began to have an increasingly strong sense of illusion.

Just as he destroyed a world, this realm of gods was also destroyed in the same way.

But he quickly and firmly shook his head.

It's impossible that while the Chaos Gods were secretly destroying other worlds, some crazed beings were turning around and attacking the Chaos God Realm, right?

Sudden.

Apertos heard a soft laugh and immediately became alert. He turned around and saw a dark figure standing in the shadows beside the stone pillar.

The dark figure gradually emerged, revealing a human-shaped outline.

Appertos stared intently at the shadowy figure. He didn't know who it was, but its appearance undoubtedly filled him with an unprecedented sense of unease and threat.

The shadowy figure gradually became clearer, and a chaotic god he had never seen before appeared before his eyes.

He wore a crown woven from thorns, a black robe, and black flame-like patterns were engraved on his face and neck.

His eyes were deep and cunning, revealing an indescribable sense of ease and composure, as if he were sitting on his throne, looking down upon all living beings.

The god of words, Apertos, stared coldly at the man, as if he had encountered an uninvited guest.

He could clearly sense that this man was also a Chaos God, but he couldn't find any information about him in his impressions and memories.

It even made him doubt himself for a moment—had he really never seen this god, or had an unimaginable change occurred in the Chaos God Realm!

Regardless, Appertos could almost sense the sinister and cunning intent in the other's eyes without needing to communicate, sending a chill down his spine.

"You've worked hard, welcome back."

The figure, dragging a terrifyingly designed demonic sword, slowly approached Apertos.

The mere scraping of the sword against the ground produced a mournful, piercing hum.

The temple seemed to echo with continuous lamentations and hymns, causing Apertos, who already sensed something was wrong, to instinctively take a step back.

The guy in front of him was extremely dangerous and he had to be careful.

The Word Spirit deliberately lowered his voice, trying to find out the other party's background:

"Who are you? Why are you pretending to be one of us? Answer me."

He was quite certain that even if the other party was a Chaos God he had never heard of, he was definitely not his ally.

More likely, the other party is some being familiar with the Chaos God, who used magic to transform into the appearance of the Chaos God!

This change wasn't intended to deceive him, but simply to plunge him into a state of mental instability and wild speculation.

The other person looked at him with a smile and slowly spoke:

"I am the God of Love. I cannot bear to see you suffer, so I have come to send you on your way."

The gray-haired man's voice carried an eerie magic that sent chills down Apertos's spine.

The god of words, Apertos, felt his fear growing stronger, as if the whole world was beginning to twist and deform, and he had fallen into an indescribable trap.

399 Dekan's willing descent into depravity

As mist descended from the clouds, the sight of the temple under the cover of night astonished Apertos, the god of words.

The Chaos God Realm should have been a pure land.

But at this moment, it seemed as if shrouded in gloom, with a chilling, deadly aura permeating the air.

This was something Apertos, as the god of chaos, had never experienced since his birth!

Dekan traversed the desolate plaza, his footsteps like the tolling of bells, as if the entire Chaos God Realm had already been devoured by him.

"You're too late."

Dekan's voice rang out hoarsely.

“All the gods have left this place and gone to their true paradise.”

Apertos silently gazed at Dekan. Besides the unsettling feeling that he couldn't shake, he realized that this was no longer the divine realm he once knew, but had undergone unimaginable changes and become some kind of dangerous and ominous place.

He decisively removed his mask, and with a puff of smoke from his breath, he suddenly spoke:

"Extinction..."

Even though there are too many things he doesn't understand, and even though he doesn't know what kind of backlash he will suffer next, this seventh-tier guy must be eliminated directly!

However, the moment Apertos removed his mask, a dark magical force, like invisible vines, attacked him!

They seemed to have already covered Apertos's entire body, just waiting for him to make any dangerous move so they could seal him off!

The moment Apertos was touched by the magic, he felt his body grow heavier and heavier, as if countless hellish thorns were binding him, until they pressed him to the ground. Even his mouth seemed to be sealed shut again, and he could no longer utter a word!

"You should still wear your mask."

Accompanied by a woman's voice.

Appertos strained to lift his head and look in the direction of the sound.

All that could be seen was a demon dressed in a black dress, floating gently beside the gray-haired man, her elbow lightly supporting his shoulder, as if she were controlling him, or as if she were leaning on him.

These two guys have similar appearances.

They are clearly different individuals, with vastly different levels of magical power, yet Apertos can't tell which one is the real one!

Apertos's heart pounded violently as he tried to struggle with his ninth-tier power alone, only to find his strength waning and the restraints tightening.

He finally realized that he was simply unable to resist this incomprehensible sealing technique structure!

Talomatti used magic to manipulate the mask, attaching it firmly to the face of the Word Spirit God, and then became a little lazy, as if he had finished work.

She has already determined the effectiveness of this mask.

This is consistent with the information provided by other Chaos Gods.

The Word Spirit God differs from ordinary Chaos Gods in that his powers are passive.

The extent to which one's influence on the rules is exerted through the power of words determines the extent of the backlash the power god will suffer. Therefore, one usually needs a piece of equipment to limit one's power of words and prevent one's power of words from going astray.

This is a Chaos God who is both dangerous and easy to kill on first encounter, but who will be counter-targeted once information is obtained about him.

“Dekan, I suspect you can handle this guy even without my help.”

Talomatti looked at the Word Spirit God and soon yawned slightly, as if he were getting sleepy.

She accompanied Dekan to block the spring every day, and finally managed to catch a returning ninth-tier Chaos God, but he was defeated in one fell swoop.

"Come on, this is a ninth-tier Chaos God! How can you be so arrogant, my dear sister! What changed you?"

Dekan turned his head and stared at Talomatti with some surprise.

His exaggerated acting skills even surprised Talomatti slightly.

She quickly realized that Dekan was trying to boast.

And to get her to admit that this time it was because her brother was by her side.

She exhaled, a sound that was both a sigh and a mockery.

"...Of course it's because of you, my dear brother!"

Talotati read the text with a forced smile, and simply went along with Dekan's lead.

"So even you, at your strongest, can easily defeat this Word Spirit God, right?"

As she spoke, she lightly snapped her fingers.

There is a growing trend towards lifting the seal on the Word Spirit God.

"No, no, no! I'm already addicted to your power and can't break free. I don't want to control pain anymore!"

Dekan pleaded hastily, as if he were about to kneel before Talomatti, readily admitting that he had sold his soul to the devil.

"Really? Your followers have chosen depravity, while you have chosen takravity?"

"Yes, Talomatti, it's all thanks to you that I've learned what confidence is. Having chosen you, I am now invincible!"

"..."

In front of Dekan and Talomatti, who were chatting leisurely.

"you……"

The veins on the forehead of the Word Spirit God, who was lying on the ground, twitched.

Having just returned victorious from a world on the verge of collapse, he found it difficult to accept the sudden and nightmarish turn of events.

And it's not just about feelings of frustration and powerlessness.

What angered him most was that these two guys insulted him so casually.

Although he knew he was no match for this ninth-tier demon.

But he didn't believe that this guy, who was just pretending to be a seventh-order Chaos God and was only using his position to intimidate others, could defeat him!

"Even if you schemed against me... there will always be a Chaos God that you can't defeat..."

Appertos lowered his head, as if acknowledging and accepting the fact that he had lost.

Because everything was so clear.

The enemy had the upper hand, and the ninth-tier demon before him was not only stronger but also possessed a sealing ability that completely countered him.

He lost very clearly.

"Actually, I really think it's a bit of a pity. It was Sissina, Agamemnon, and Menelios who went to our world. If it were you, I wouldn't even need to use the Demon King's Tomb."

Dekan lifted his chin and looked Appertos up and down, and said.

He seemed to be seriously considering what Taromati had just said—

Regarding the question of how my version of the "if" scenario could defeat this Chaos God alone.

Because this guy can only use his powers by speaking, right?