Shadow of the Evil God

Young Milava stepped forward, sword in hand, but he alone wasn't enough. Cesar turned to Aya, ignoring her struggles and prying her mouth open, then poured his own blood through his fingers into her mouth. Even without Alante saying it, he gradually realized that his blood was unusual. It wasn't because of the dragon sacrifice performed by the worgs, but because he had returned from the so-called other side of the gate to this side.

However, since his blood can be used as a spell material, from Diana's perspective, why has it never been mentioned? However, this question does not seem to need an answer.

Cesar let go of Aya and supplied more blood to the green snake on his back.

At this time, Milava, who was shrouded in the phantom of a real dragon, was already caught in the fight. With his left hand, he was clutching a large cat with skin like a lizard, and had lifted the cat's body with a broken neck into the air. He looked quite imposing like the old Milava in the auditorium.

Aya coughed, then stared at him with eyes that had regained some clarity. Through the dazzling golden light, her gaze resembled that of a child in inner conflict, yet somehow possessed a touch of humanity. She clenched her fists and struck the hastily-appearing beast, leaving it bloody and mangled. It then leaped and sprinted around them.

Cesar continued to scan his surroundings, observing threats and searching for alternatives amidst the crimson gradually obscured by the spell. He could count the remaining snake walkers on one hand. Their metal spears were gone, and group spellcasting was difficult to maintain. These snake walkers were even forced to retreat on the dome, avoiding the falling, burning capital.

It seems that before long, the capital of King Fran in old Milava's remaining memory will fall to the ground and destroy everything.

The primogenitor of the snake walkers lay curled up on the ground, seemingly motionless, and offering no resistance to the few remaining snake walkers. Compared to old Milava, it digested dragon flesh much more slowly. Like Ajehe, a beastman who consumed too much dragon flesh would become dizzy, like being drunk. The green snake stole some of her flesh, and she barely regained consciousness. The primogenitor of the snake walkers swallowed even more.

It can't threaten them for now, which is good news.

Cesar turned his gaze back to Bloodbone. "You've sacrificed too much for a momentary advantage, Bloodbone," he shouted. "Now let's both take a step back. At least you can still protect these remaining corpse-eaters."

"This is not something you can back down from, Cesar. This is something that must be done."

"I don't think the True God wants the tribes he watches over to make such sacrifices, Blood and Bones. The True God watches over every tribe fairly, even the hybrids. As for you, you sacrificed so many corpse-eaters for nothing, and they were even priests. Their blood and souls gathered together and all fell into the hands of a queen of the Frank Empire, just to make her fight with her own emperor." Cesar said.

Bloodbone remained unmoved, simply opening its arms, calling forth more of the Beastmen whose memories it had carefully preserved. "The true God only approves of the results." It extended its arm toward Cesar, its gesture revealing a casual aristocratic courtesy that betrayed its difference from the Beastmen.

Cesar looked around again, sweeping across the corpse-eating priests with different characteristics, and at the same time gave the green snake more blood to maintain the protective spell.

The spells of the corpse eaters intensified under the spells cast by the eleven corpse eater priests. Not only was there endless rotten blood surging in the air, but the solid rocks underground were also liquefying. The ground, which was already full of scars, seemed to be floating on the sea.

The stone slabs became undulating.

The foul, corrupted blood had formed into a swirling cumulus cloud, pouring down relentlessly like a mighty waterfall. It poured down with a torrent, eroding the entire protective spell with a thunderous roar. Simultaneously, the spell's aftermath had disintegrated the ground around the edge of the protective spell, revealing the liquefied rock and soil beneath. This liquefied soil, mixed with the corrupted blood, flowed in all directions, resembling dark red magma.

The green snake hissed, asking if he had any plans. "If you have a plan," she said, "it's almost time to start. We can only passively defend."

More and more beastmen emerged from the remnant memories, and Cesar saw that the leadership of the mass spell was rotating among several corpse-eater shamans. First, a gray-furred corpse-eater opened its claws, and metal spikes that should have been impaled on the flesh puppets emerged from the swirling clouds. They were wrapped in surging blood and thrown downward with tremendous momentum. Next, a one-eyed corpse-eater shaman chanted a spell, and the ground collapsed. The liquefied rock flew into the sky like a volcanic eruption, enveloping the protective spell they stood on like a stubborn coal in a furnace.

Then came a corpse-eater with a broken left ear. Yes, a broken left ear. The accumulated emotions had reached their final point, and all that was missing was the final straw to break it.

Cesar raised his body and raised his voice: "Compared to the tribes still wandering outside, still lost in the imperial battlefield, can this tribe you are constantly sacrificing truly be called a true horde of corpse eaters?"

"Your empty words won't convince the true God's people!"

"That's right," Cesar shouted, "but you can't assume the responsibility of leading the tribe, Xuegu. You are a madman who can't continue the tribe. You are unworthy of the horde of corpse-eaters that have existed in the forest for over a thousand years! How many of your tribe went to the grave, and how many are still alive today? Pointless sacrifices, fruitless explorations, a bitter and cold land without hope. Compared to the tribe you abandoned, who is the true horde of corpse-eaters now?"

Bloodbone murmured to himself, "This is just before the darkness..."

The corpse-eater's claws, with a shattered left ear, twitched, blood glistening at their fingertips. They should have been hurling themselves into the circle, but now, they froze. Cesar continued to raise his body, and the green snake's gaze followed suit. Catching a glimpse of the hesitant rat, she instantly grasped his intention. She silently chanted, and a wave of crimson protective magic rippled through the air, stirring up a cloud of foul, rotting blood, spreading toward the corpse-eater shaman.

Cesar shouted, confronting Bloodbone. The Corpse Eater Shaman lowered his head, his compound eyes fixed on the expanding waves. A hint of blood seeped into the Corpse Eater Shaman's control, intensifying the spell in his claws and causing them to shimmer faintly. Invisible rune lines became visible, interweaving arcs, broken lines, geometric shapes, and vortices. As the dominant force at this moment, it controlled the key nodes of the entire formation.

"When the cursed Blood and Bones abandon their tribe," Cesar suddenly lowered his voice, "that will be the day those deceived victims return to the herd. The herd's tower is still waiting for its shaman, waiting for its true leader."

Bloodbone suddenly looked up, staring intently at the shamans forming the magic circle. He glanced around, trying to figure out who had betrayed him. "Who wants to change flags?" Even at this point, he was still shouting the language of the Kasar Empire. Hearing this, the Corpse Eater Shaman's expression lost even a trace of hesitation. "No, I'm not saying—"

"Change the flag?" Cesar shouted, his voice drowning out the blood and bones. "Where did you get the words 'change the flag'? What are you going to do next, you cursed creature? Teach them the order and hierarchy of the Kasar Empire?"

The beastmen in the lingering memories rushed into reality on a scale similar to that of a war. In the front, a bull holding a huge axe rushed forward, carrying a big cat with a ferocious face on its back, intending to bury them here with the impact outside the spell.

At that moment, Cesar saw a corpse-eating shaman suddenly disintegrate, turning into a bloody mist from the inside out. However, the blood bones had found the wrong direction and the wrong person. The dead shaman was the one-eyed shaman.

Young Milava and Aya returned to his side, desperately trying to hold back the beasts emerging from the protective spell. However, it was no longer necessary. The Green Serpent's protective spell had merged with the Corpse Eater's circle. Corpse Eater and Snake Walker manipulated the circle simultaneously, and foul, corrupted blood swirled around them, consuming the beastmen as they flew towards the crumbling mountaintop. Their flesh, washed away by the mighty spell, began to disintegrate, dissolving into a crimson sludge that spread in all directions.

The ground beneath their feet stabilized completely. The old Kuna, after so long in preparation, finally created a vast magical formation, completing the final step under the protection of the Snake Walker. A protective spell blocked the external impact, and the corrupted blood consumed the beast emerging from the remnant of memory, sending its shattered remains tumbling through the dome, colliding with the falling King of the Franks. The overwhelming force even startled the Emperor and Empress, who were fighting over there. The Snake Walker ancestor shifted his drunken body, his eyes widening.

Cesar opened his hands, letting the circle absorb his blood, growing larger and larger. "You don't care about your people, Bloodbone," he whispered.

The corpse-eating shaman that he had given a chance to live fell down slowly. Not only that, he also brought down a shaman who had the same doubts as him.

Confronted within the magic circle, Bloodbone and the remaining nine Corpse Eater Shamans, two hesitant ones glanced at their kin, transformed into a bloody mist, and, before Bloodbone could react, attempted to plunge into the protective spell. However, Bloodbone raised his hand and grasped it, instantly dissolving the hesitant shamans into nothingness.

"You have met this injured old man." Xuegu said in a hissing voice.

"I've said before that I will examine everything from the perspective of any tribe," Cesar replied, "even tribes with which I've fought before. Have you listened carefully to your group of corpse-eaters? Have you considered any of your tribe's thoughts? I understand their thoughts better than you do, Blood and Bone."

"The results will prove everything." Xue Gu stared at him and said.

"Then let the results speak for themselves." Cesar stood up, carrying the green snake on his shoulder. The old Kuna's spell had been completed, and the protective spell quickly collapsed, shielding only their small territory. The two corpse-eating shamans, seemingly a couple, controlled two nodes of the corpse-eating formation and, with the support of the green snake, launched a fierce counterattack.

Corrupted blood rose from the earth and poured down from the sky, like a volcanic eruption colliding head-on with a waterfall, like two tsunamis colliding head-on. They tore through the capital, which was hanging upside down on the Black Mountain, tearing apart the towering palaces and towering towers, hurling them into the crimson torrent. Tons of brick, stone, and timber surged and sank like the debris of a collapsed building in a mudslide.

The twin torrents, carrying rock and debris with them, swirled through the sky, shattering under the terrifying impact, transforming into a raging chaos that crushed all living things caught in its path. The ever-increasing stream of amnesiac beastmen became meaningless, like a swarm of insects caught in a hurricane. Not even limbs or broken bones remained, only countless blood and mud in the stormy sky.

Everything was smashing, spinning, colliding and roaring.

Though his blood loss intensified, Cesar maintained the spell, pumping more blood through his heart and toward the green snake's fangs. The spell intensified, draining not only his own blood but also Blood and Bone's. One corpse-eating shaman, transformed into a cloud of blood mist, plunged into the spell, vanishing into nothingness. Then came the next. Blood and Bone's spell retreated, finally roaring at Alante, demanding she stop tangling with old Milava.

"If we continue to fight, we will all be trapped in the tomb and die!" Xuegu roared loudly.

Chapter 491: Freshness

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Everywhere he looked, a vortex of rotting blood swirled. Black Mountain was like a shattered furnace, smelting the shattered remains of broken buildings and mutilated corpses. The fall of the capital was irreversible. Even as the spires of the upper palaces were shattered and drawn into the vortex, the middle and lower palace complexes continued to plummet inexorably. The black earth beneath was even more dizzying, like a vast, upside-down ocean.

Cesar stood motionless, allowing the Blood Bones to select several victims from among the surviving Corpse Eater Shamans, commanding them to offer their flesh and souls to unleash the spell that would allow the people to escape. They chanted the spell loudly, their bodies shattering with the words, like rags soaked in blood and gradually rotting. Even amid the roar of the earth-shattering sky, the chanting of the spell still penetrated all obstacles and reached the eardrums, as if it were roaring in the people's ears.

The remaining snake-walkers grabbed their ancestor and carried it among the chanting shamans, falling into a tangled web of crimson rings. A blinding flash of blood-red light instantly vanished from the rings. Alranti also quickly appeared, dancing light shattering and reforming around her, forming a variety of geometric shapes.

She continued to stare at Cesar, whispering, "Give me the True Knowledge, Cesar, and we can still form a contract. Give it to old Milava, and you'll lose everything."

Cesar spread his arms and was about to speak, but through the distorted scarlet vortex, he saw old Milava rushing over. He raised his eyebrows, his lips slightly moving, but without saying a word, he silently told her: "Go to old Milava and ask for it yourself, my dear mistress."

Only he and his beloved creator could understand this lip language, and only Alanti witnessed the entire process firsthand. No one else, neither Blood Bone nor Old Milava, knew. The next moment, Alanti muttered a curse and vanished from the circle in a dazzling flash of blood, leaving only the shattered light of the magic circle behind.

Another lie was accomplished, so easily. Cesar only hoped that this lie could delay the crisis of the Yestren School for a while. He knew that for Allandi, if she firmly believed something was true, she would do something extremely terrible.

During this process, she would not believe anyone else's words, not even Xue Gu and Old Milava himself.

After Arlanti disappeared, a corpse-eating shaman who had been chanting a spell finally gave up. Its entire body shattered and turned into a bloody mist that was swept into the magic circle. It was obvious that its soul, corpse, and bones had become the material that kept the magic circle running.

The other corpse-eating shamans also vanished within the circle. Now, aside from two shamans who had lost most of their bodies and were still maintaining the circle, only Bloodbone remained standing. It watched as old Milava approached them, traversing the raging rotting blood and treading across the liquefied earth. His clothes, torn and frozen by Alranti, tumbled about, his face horrific, covered in shattered dragon scales.

"You ran away so quickly." Old Milava cursed Alanti in a hissing voice.

"Take away the memory of true knowledge, and you can leave with us, Emperor Fran!" Xue Gu shouted.

"I want to see this world for myself." The old emperor's eyes widened in anger. The air around him condensed and shattered as his emotions solidified, transforming into crackling icicles. His long hair, also covered in icicles, swirled in vortexes of rotting blood, like spikes strung on a rope. Deep blue scales covered his skin, and blood and frost seeped through the cracks. He looked nothing like the Chosen One of Helgast from over a thousand years ago.

"How can you walk in the world with your appearance?" Xuegu asked in a deep voice.

"There is an old guy who can help me." Old Milawa also said in a deep voice.

"Look at these corpse-eating shamans!" Bloodbone said loudly, "Someone must sacrifice, someone must stay in the tomb to maintain the magic circle and see everyone escape. Is there anyone else who can sacrifice except this dying old Kuna?"

Old Milawa glared at the old Kuna, who only coughed and nodded. "The beastman is right. Someone must sacrifice," he said with a strained nod.

"You can take this dying guy with us." Xuegu suggested.

The burning capital had cast its flames, penetrating the rotten blood. Old Milava's face still looked pale and cold in the firelight, and it was almost impossible to tell the difference between him and the rock sculpture.

"I......"

Seeing both Old Milava and Bloodbone casting threatening glances his way, Cesar simply stood there, motionless. "Go to your dark castle?" he asked. "That's not necessary. The old man has prepared a better path for Emperor Fran. He can have him walk through the war-torn lands of the north, witnessing the past and present of the Kasar Empire."

"You're putting it too lightly, Cesar," Bloodbone said loudly. "Emperor Fran returned to the mortal world not to wander around with the secular world. Without this old fellow to reveal the past and the future, there's no need for him to return to the secular world."

"The old man has a lot of life left," Cesar retorted.

Blood and Bones stared at him, as if trying to see through the mask he had made from Ajeh's face. "If you still want to escape, Cesar, the magic circle carved by the old Kuna under your feet will

This will be his burial place. Your survival means his death."

"You're right," Cesar replied without changing his expression.

Xue Gu had absolutely no intention of letting him go. "I'm not sentimental like Alranti, Cesar. You're an evil creature cursed by the boundaries of the living. You're the most destabilizing factor in this place. Your return to the human world through the other side of the door was a huge mistake in itself. Ferrells used a promise to force the Overlord into committing the mistake of recalling you. Therefore, I must undo this mistake."

Old Milava took another step closer, his cruelty evident, but Cesar simply nodded. "You are right," he said. "That is why I will take over your duties in the tomb and guide everyone except myself to escape." He looked at Milava. "Old Emperor, you are very close. Now please come over here and carry this old man on your shoulders. I will escort you out."

Bloodbone fell silent, and old Milava's face froze, unable to speak. The burning capital sank even lower, and the flames burned fiercely above their heads.

Cesar took out the memory of true knowledge and held it in his hand. The green snake cooperated with him to activate it, making it flicker, as if it was working on the magic circle described by the wise man. In fact, it was just flashing.

The Trickster Prophet had used this method before when he had shaped the Pantheon's faith, and he was adept at it. He knelt, placed the shimmering memory of true knowledge at the center of the circle, recited the spell according to the old Kuna's instructions, spilled his blood, and then, the circle activated.

He gestured to the young Milava, who took a deep breath, took his hand, gave him a long, unfathomable gaze, and then disappeared in the shattered beam of light.

"I can't understand." Bloodbone said slowly and carefully, "What do you think will happen to you, Cesar? Immortality is meaningless in the chaotic flow of time."

Of course, the blood and bones did raise the fundamental question about his decision. He possessed immortality, but this immortality was meaningless in the chaotic turbulence of time. With the collapse of the Tomb of the Wise, the maze of temporal forks would shatter, losing its stability and transforming into a completely chaotic, fragmented space-time. Living beings lost in it would be like a drop of water merging into the vast ocean. Although Cesar had some speculations and deductions, and some ideas that could be realized based on his entangled relationship with Sevra, these were just speculations and deductions.

"I have received a revelation from the Mistress." Cesar simply smiled. "Its true knowledge and memory tell me that someone needs to step forward and make the sacrifice."

Old Milava had originally extended his hand, ready to recklessly snatch the True Knowledge Memory, but upon hearing this, he retreated half a step. The old emperor's retreat was not surprising, as Cesar's words had hinted that whoever held the True Knowledge Memory would be influenced by the mistress and develop a desire for self-sacrifice.

"I understand," said old Milava solemnly. "You have been called, Cesar. At this moment, you are worthy of possessing the memory of the mistress, and this place is worthy of being your grave and hers."

This guy really knows how to talk. As for whether he really felt that Cesar was inspired and wanted to express his respect, or if he was just saying a few polite words to make him die in the grave as soon as possible, Cesar didn't know, but it didn't matter.

Bloodbone remained skeptical, seemingly ready to ask more questions, but time was running out for everyone. After a moment's silence, it vanished into the crimson circle. Then, the last two corpse-eating shamans vanished completely, taking Bloodbone's magic circle with them.

Seeing this, Cesar reached out to the two corpse-eating shamans beside him. The shaman who was missing his left ear had a complicated expression, put his claws on them, and disappeared the next moment. The other shaman just nodded slightly to him, and then disappeared in the broken beam of light.

He focused his consciousness on himself, peeling away the husk of his soul. Ajeh stumbled back, looking incredibly surprised that he had dared to drive her away. But he simply grabbed the creature's claws and teleported her away before she could react. Next was Aya. Cesar whispered to the green snake, asking her to take Aya to Gural Fortress, at least to meet Diana and the others, and then he made them both disappear in the shattered beam of light.

Then he turned around.

"Now it's just you and this old fellow, Milava." Cesar clenched the True Knowledge Memory in his hand. "This memory will guide me in maintaining the stability of the circle until the end, and I will pass it on to all of you. Whether it's a corpse eater, a firstborn, a Faran, a Kuna, or two broken souls at odds, all living beings will be like this. Are you ready?"

"I have no doubts." Old Milawa stared at Cesar and carried the old Kuna on his back. "Besides, I will remember your death, Cesar."

Cesar took a deep breath and sent the last two out of the grave. Perhaps his speculations would be meaningless, perhaps he would indeed be lost in the chaotic turbulence of time. Or perhaps all this was simply proof of his constant desire to possess everything, and his repeated deaths. A madness enveloped him, leading him to make countless terrifying and dangerous decisions, but regardless, he had grasped the true dragon's memories.

The turbulent flow of time, those endless forks in the road, what exactly do they rely on for existence? What causes their birth and death?

Cesar silently activated the magic circle. Although without him standing in the center of the magic circle and chanting the spell, it would not be able to support

Anyone who escapes the tomb can still be led to other areas within it. He closed his eyes, feeling the countless forks in time that branched, shattered, disappeared, and were born. For a moment, he felt that there was a Sefrah staring at him from each fork.

This feeling is really terrifying.

The burning capital shattered the sealed land, and the remnants of memory, engulfing the ancient world, were destroyed along with it, transforming it into a void of chaos. He took a step forward, stepping into a strange and unpredictable fork in time. At the end of the darkness, he saw Sevra. This being carried the unsettling scent of nothingness and death.

This matter was destined to begin with bloody self-destruction.

......

Soon after, Cesar staggered, clutching his bleeding throat as he limped around the dark path. Though the Tomb of the Wise had crumbled and shattered, the turbulent flow of time still teemed with ancient ghosts. As he traversed the twisting, intestinal-like paths, he could often see shadowy knights wandering like zombies, even engaging in combat, soldiers immersed in the conflict. Distorted flesh still crowded and spread throughout the tomb, sometimes squeezing out the door like blood-red grease overflowing from a crack.

However, the Sefera at this fork in the road was only targeting him and wanted only his life.

He'd been half-dead after the first fratricide, feeling like blades were twirling through him. Perhaps leaving her alone in the turbulence of time, burying her with the grave, was the right decision. Judging from her attitude, she had no intention of leaving, and even felt that disappearing into nothingness wouldn't be a bad thing.

However, Cesar didn't want the right decision; he wanted the decision he wanted. He had been stabbed so many times by her, used as a toy to torture and kill, satisfying his desires for so long. She had to pay him back for every one of them. She couldn't die with these debts, thinking she could wipe out everything she had done.

However, he was already somewhat unconscious. Although he intuitively found a fork in time, Sevra on this fork didn't even want to speak, and only had empty murderous intent in his eyes.

Cesar knew that if he died in this turbulence, he would wake up in another, and so on, repeating the cycle, enduring endless deaths in endless turbulence until his consciousness shattered and he became a decaying corpse. However, in order to verify his speculation, this conversation must take place, and everything in the turbulence of time must be determined by this opening.

It was a shattered vortex, filled with endless forking paths, disordered space, shattered time, wandering spirits, deformed flesh, and the very image of a dead, silent Sevrah. Like the wasteland, everything gathered in a terrifying vortex, piled beneath collapsed tombs, buried deep within the darkness of the abyss. Resolving the dilemma of temporal turbulence seemed hopeless, but it was not impossible, and it was even possible in a moment.

However, he felt that he could not hold on for much longer. If he collapsed at the beginning, he would lose his hope of inspiring Sephora at the source. The source was the starting point that most easily radiated influence to all turbulences. The next time he woke up in another turbulence, it would not be the source, but just a fork in the road.

Cesar slumped to the ground, leaning against the wall. He felt a knife-wounded hand grab his neck and drag him along the winding path, creating a scarlet path. He smelled blood, his own as well as Sevra's. But he hadn't hurt her. Why? Self-harm?

He licked his wrist lightly, feeling the blood seep into his tongue, a fragrant aroma. Sevra gave him a strange look. Although he didn't know which Sevra it was, the guy's eyes were a scarlet red, looking extremely strange.

"Do you want to experience something more fresh?" Cesar grinned. The latter twisted his face and seemed to have lost the ability to speak.

"I......."

"I know you're tired of this monotonous smell of blood," he said softly. "You feel empty, even to the point of cutting your wrist in that emptiness. Now, I'm here. I'm here to tell you, Sevra, that we can make this endless torture a little more interesting."

She raised her eyebrows slightly, placed her fingers on the wound on his throat, and subconsciously stroked the blood that seeped out. "Say..."

"First," Cesar responded, "we should eliminate experiences we've already had and make sure we never tread the path we've already walked. That way, we can ensure that our next experience will always be fresh."

"How..." she murmured.

"First, exterminate all the ancient ghosts here, then eradicate all the deformed flesh and blood here, and eliminate all moving things in this turbulent flow except you and me, until this place becomes completely dead and silent. After completing this task, the two of us will kill each other, and after killing the other person, we will commit suicide and escape from this turbulent flow. In this way, one of the turbulent flows will lose all possibility of choice, turn into ashes, and no one will set foot in it again. In this way, we can always gain new experiences at new forks in the road."

Until we have walked through all the forks in the turbulent flow of time. "Of course I can do this with you, right?" Cesar said again.

Sevra stared at him for a moment, though she did not know

She didn't know the meaning of doing so, but when she thought about not having to go through the same path she had already taken, she nodded in agreement.

"I'll help you," she said.