I let the genie out of the bottle

It is said that all the witches or priestesses with special talents on earth are descendants of the gods.

For example, the shrine maidens born in Japan all seem to have the bloodline of this god-ancestor.

"While I understand how you feel, the situation doesn't seem to have gotten too bad yet—that young man with the potential to kill a god is still under control, isn't he, my dear husband?"

The ancestor spoke gently, comforting his gloomy companion.

"Even without that war god, as long as you can summon a disobedient god on some unclaimed land and send that boy with the potential to kill a god there, then fate will eventually guide him onto the path of the Rakshasa."

"Even so, but—alas!"

Susanoo shook his head and sighed heavily.

Then, with a "smash," he slammed the wine cup in his hand to the ground and picked up the wine gourd that was placed to the side and began to drink it down in large gulps.

“If it is that young man, and he can successfully kill that war god, given the imminent appearance of the final king, he is very likely to obtain that ‘Golden Sword.’” Susanoo put down his sake gourd, wiped his chin with his sleeve, and said with resentment, “In that case, we will have more room to maneuver.”

“But wouldn’t it be better to do it another way?” the God Ancestor said. “Instead of having a woman from a foreign land accompany that young man on his journey, wouldn’t it be more appropriate to replace the woman who forms a bond with him with a shrine maiden from Japan?”

Upon hearing this, Susanoo's expression softened slightly.

Suddenly, some sharp, mocking laughter rang out.

The one who spoke in a hoarse voice was a figure dressed in black monk's robes.

His skin was dry and brittle, with no real flesh at all, as if it had been completely peeled off.

"In the end, you're really just helpless against that guy who's currently enjoying a great reputation, aren't you?"

Having undergone arduous spiritual practice in human form, he ultimately attained immortality as a monk at the end of life's suffering.

Along with Susanoo and the God Ancestor, he is also a mastermind who resides in the Netherworld and controls the mysterious realm of neon.

"Judging from your words, it seems the recent events aren't such bad news after all." After a chuckle, the black-clad mage continued speaking to the God Ancestor: "The real headache we should be facing isn't some greenhorn who hasn't yet become a god-slayer, but rather that guy who stole the Prometheus Tablet and murdered Veleslana and Mekal!"

"As long as he's still around, our plan will be difficult to implement, won't it? What you just said was nothing more than deliberately downplaying the issue—or rather, being unwilling to face the facts."

Seemingly because he believed himself to be immortal, the black-robed mage's words were always very sharp.

The Divine Ancestor remained calm and unconcerned.

Just as the three members of the Netherworld were discussing—

“And someone is calling my name from their mouth.”

In a mansion far away in Italy, Lu Ye was leaning back in his chair, resting with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, he abruptly opened his eyes.

His body was enveloped in a faint white-gold holy light, and seventy-two wings were faintly emerging from his back. His face was ordinary, yet it made people suddenly realize that they seemed to see all kinds of beings in him.

At this moment, his slightly tired eyes were filled with undisguised malice.

Just as Vereslana was able to reach the person who called his name by "the wind".

At this moment, Lu Ye could also sense that someone was calling his name!

Chapter 110 Just Humans

"Just bear with it a little longer."

The treasure hidden inside the bottle floated up, its phantom form swaying gently.

Two small, fair hands gently rested on Lu Ye's temples, seemingly trying to relieve his mental fatigue.

However, since they could not interfere with the real world, they had no choice but to give up.

"Although I can help you with this problem, you wouldn't agree even if I brought it up," the loli demon sighed, her tone tinged with a slight complaint. "I told you, you can rely on me a little more."

"Even if she's a little willful and acts cute towards me, I'll still be very happy."

As she spoke, her eyes brightened slightly, a hint of mischief in them, yet also a touch of anticipation.

"If it's necessary, I will definitely ask you for help without hesitation," Lu Ye said to himself, gently rubbing his temples.

However, when there's no point in relying on others, Lu Ye isn't actually someone who likes to depend on others.

His condition at this moment was really quite bad.

Can you imagine what it feels like to have countless people nagging in your ear for several days in a row, no matter what you want to do?

This is exactly what Lu Ye is experiencing now.

Michael and Metatron have a lot in common in terms of their status.

Therefore, after absorbing the power of Metatron, he also obtained the power within Michael's body. At this point, the two powers complemented each other, merging together with "Metatron" or "Enoch" as the main body.

This also allowed Lu Ye to further improve his control over Metatron's power.

Moreover, if the revised Bible continues to develop, then one day in the future, Metatron might reach a point where he is equal to the Lord.

In order to enhance his own power, Lu Ye used his power to coerce others and actively promoted the transformation of the mythology—something that no one could have imagined before.

Logically speaking, a disobedient god who has already manifested in the world should not be affected even if the mythology changes after his manifestation.

Just like the goddess who guards the god Gnevel and calls herself "Lancelot," she is actually a queen of the Amazons.

In an attempt to awaken the Last King, Guinevere fabricated the myth of King Arthur, in which the queen became the knight Lancelot.

However, she still maintains the form of the Amazon Queen at this time, but if she were to return to the mythology and descend again, she would truly become Lancelot the Disobedient.

However, for Lu Ye, he was calling for a change in the mythology.

Having absorbed the disobedient Metatron, he actively sought to align himself with the myth and enhance his own power.

This makes him even more powerful.

Before he knew it, he had reached the point where he could detect anyone who uttered "Metatron" or "Enoch".

In a sense, it's a bit like the wind in Vereslana.

He can sense it as soon as someone calls his name.

However, unlike Vereslana who took advantage of his power, Lu Ye is doing so now because his "status" is gradually being strengthened.

Thanks to this, ever since Lu Ye achieved this level of control over Metatron's power, he hasn't been able to get a proper rest for several days.

After all, the Bible has just been revised, and as the protagonist of this Bible revision event in the eyes of ordinary people, Metatron will certainly receive a lot of attention.

Therefore, the feeling of someone constantly calling his name in his ear made him feel quite bad.

Although Mozlis had said she could help him solve this problem.

However, in Lu Ye's view, this is a step that he still needs to take himself.

Finally, half an hour ago, Lu Ye was able to regain control of his power and stop being harassed.

However, just as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, the even more pronounced chatter reached his ears once again.

Thinking of this, Lu Ye glared at her with some displeasure, her pupils faintly gleaming with a molten gold light.

He doesn't have a bad temper when he wakes up, but anyone would be in a bad mood in this situation.

"You sensed someone calling you again? You mentioned before that you could block others from mentioning you, so has that stopped working?"

Noticing Lu Ye's movement, the goddess who had been standing to the side turned her gaze over, a slightly gloating expression on her face.

However, behind this schadenfreude, they noticed that more and more strange phenomena were appearing on Lu Ye, which caused them some inexplicable and complicated feelings.

Lu Ye rubbed his eyes, his face dark.

"No, this time is different."

“This time it wasn’t just someone mentioning Metatron or Enoch, but someone mentioning my real name.”

"And it was a series of malicious and repeated discussions."

Lu Ye spoke slowly, trying to calm his displeasure.

Letting emotions influence one's behavior is one of the things Lu Ye dislikes most.

but--

Ignoring the questioning look in the eyes of the goddess beside him, Lu Ye slowly closed his eyes once again.

“That god-slayer who suddenly appeared is indeed very likely to become an obstacle for us.” Susanoo’s eyes widened, his gaze sharp and bright, and his beard trembled slightly. “So far, two god-slayers of the same level have been defeated by him, and there is another god-slayer who avoids fighting him.”

“That’s not all,” the black-clad mage added. “Furthermore, those two defeated Godslayers not only had their magical power stolen, but their minds also seemed to have been manipulated, losing most of their fighting spirit. Even if we can make that kid a Godslayer, if he also falls to that Italian monster, then all our efforts will be in vain, right?”

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere among the three of them instantly became somewhat somber.

"In other words, if we want our plan to proceed smoothly, it may be necessary to get rid of that monster first." The black-clad mage spoke again, breaking the heavy atmosphere.

"Don't forget, even if he is a god-slayer, he is still just a human being in essence. In that case, it means he will eventually die."

"Human—" The God Ancestor was about to speak when his voice suddenly trembled.

The next moment, the ground began to rise.

No, the entire courtyard was lifted up.

Princess Liuli Tong's body began to tremble involuntarily as she raised her head in a daze.

What lifted the courtyard was a huge and ferocious hand—or rather, a claw.

The entire courtyard, along with the land below, was scooped up by a claw and held in place like a toy building block.

Suddenly, loud and melodious hymns began to play all around us.

As I raised my head slightly, a massive and magnificent radiant figure immediately came into view.

"Humanity......"

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Chapter 111 Good morning, are you calling me?

Solemn hymns, from who knows when, have been echoing throughout the world.

The sound was melodious and resonant, making one feel as if it were playing directly in their ears or deep within their soul.

Accompanying the song was a huge and magnificent radiant figure.

The Divine Ancestor couldn't help but feel a chill.

The courtyard where he was located was casually grabbed in his hand. Even Susanoo, the tallest of the three, was only the size of his little finger compared to this figure.

The most eye-catching feature of that figure was the seventy-two dazzling wings on its back, woven from a dense tapestry of light and flame. With a slight flap, they stirred up a series of violent gusts of wind.

Its body was covered with dazzling white-gold holy light.

Looking up, directly above was an ordinary-looking face. But it was precisely because of its ordinariness that it gave off an indescribable sense of strangeness—like the standard features of a typical overpowered protagonist: handsome features and a burly build.

Upon seeing this figure, whether his face was exceptionally handsome, or he had a blue face and fangs, or was bizarre and grotesque, it would not surprise anyone in the slightest.

However, her ordinary appearance is surprisingly surprising.

While the three members of Neon World were stunned, they suddenly realized that the ordinary face had changed one after another without them noticing. In just an instant, all kinds of people, thousands of faces, had been taken into their eyes.

Suddenly, they realized that it was just their imagination.

There's something wrong with their appearance—that's the result of their rational thinking.

However, the emotional component in their consciousness kept telling them that this appearance was unremarkable and extremely ordinary.

Such an awkward feeling, the intense conflict between emotion and reason, would probably cause an ordinary person to have a mental breakdown and become mentally confused in an instant.

Even these three extraordinary individuals couldn't help but experience some chest tightness and shortness of breath.

With blank expressions, the gods and Susanoo, like rusty machines, slowly and laboriously turned their necks, casting their gazes at the equally astonished black-clad mage.

They're just human beings.

"Hello you all."

The figure finally spoke.

The tone was flippant, yet for some reason, it conveyed an indescribable sense of solemnity and holiness, making one involuntarily imagine a priest in a magnificent cathedral, holding a Bible and solemnly reading aloud.

But it is a thousand times, ten thousand times more sacred than this.

"Excuse me..." he began softly, "Were you calling me just now?"