I let the genie out of the bottle

Otherwise, she would probably be dead in a single encounter.

Of course, with her around, even though her power is a bit weaker, she can still provide some assistance to Susanoo.

At that moment, the two sensed that the attack from above had stopped.

"Is its power almost exhausted?"

With a sliver of hope in their hearts, the God Ancestor and Susanoo raised their heads, their eyes filled with anticipation.

What they saw was a pair of eyes that were cold and indifferent, yet also somewhat detached.

Although the gods and Susanoo are quite weak in both size and strength, they are so agile as to be like flying insects that they are annoying.

"Your sins are grave, and your voice is heard among us! I will burn everything with sulfur and heavenly fire!"

Myths have begun to change gradually.

The biggest change is that Metatron's presence has been added to many of the venues that were originally main venues.

Or, they might simply attribute the Lord's deeds to Metatron.

Lu Ye even thought that the omniscient and omnipotent being could not descend from mythology.

However, he can push Metatron step by step toward this position by rewriting the myth.

The power that Michael had once used appeared in Lu Ye's hands again, and with even greater force.

The entire space of the Netherworld was trembling slightly.

Endless volcanic ash drifted into the sky with the wind, and the blue sky above slowly turned gray, with a faint reddish-brown tinge.

Upon closer inspection, the distant sky above the Netherworld presents a hazy, mosaic-like scene.

This state of being between life and immortality seems to have gradually reached its limit.

The destructive power of Sodom and Gomorrah, which bestowed evil, erupts in this underworld!

Chapter 115 So-called Beauty

This gloomy world belonging to neon lights gradually fell silent.

What was once a tranquil and enchanting paradise, filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, has been completely transformed into a crimson world.

Just now, flames and lava rained down, completely incinerating everything here.

Whether it was Susanoo or the ancestral god who was once a powerful earth mother goddess, they could only flee in panic and struggle to survive.

Meanwhile, the destruction of Sodom was drawing to a close.

All that remained were the gurgling sounds of bubbles in the flowing lava and the crackling sounds of rocks being burned by the flames.

Every now and then, the gradually solidifying magma would crack with a soft cracking sound due to temperature changes.

The magnificent, dazzling figure in the sky also began to gradually dim.

"Ugh... Huff and puff." The god-ancestor, lying on the ground, struggled to his feet, using both hands and feet. "It's over..."

A streak of bright red blood hung from the corner of his mouth, and his ivory-white face was flushed with a sickly pallor.

The brightly colored twelve-layered kimono was now covered with damage from being burned by flames.

Even on skin that wasn't human, there were charred marks.

Like a broken doll, it evokes pity while simultaneously stirring up a cruel pleasure.

Those exquisite, glass-like pupils held a deep sense of relief.

"It's just an avatar, yet it wielded such powerful abilities. Even if you are incredibly strong, you probably don't have much strength left, right?"

She survived.

It wasn't because she was powerful, but because she was too weak.

Because she was weak, the arrogant and powerful demon king paid her no attention at all.

The figure in the sky, which was beginning to fade away, lowered its gaze slightly.

Upon seeing this, the body of the Glazed Pupil God Ancestor instinctively shrank back.

The feeling of fear had penetrated deep into her heart.

I have never seen such a powerful god-slayer.

No, is this really a god-slayer?

She was wailing in her heart.

You shouldn't exist. Someone like you shouldn't exist in this world.

The pride she once possessed as a deity vanished the moment she chose to survive as a divine ancestor.

But at this moment, a sense of dignity, akin to that of a deity, arose once again in her heart.

The existence of the other party is trampling on the dignity of something called a god.

Fear and humiliation filled her heart.

Fortunately, the other person's gaze did not fall on her.

This made her secretly relieved.

It seems the other party is too lazy to bother with me.

Like a tiny insect, it was let go by the other party—or rather, it was less than an insect.

It was both humiliating and fortunate.

The Glass-Eyed Ancestor, who believed he could survive, was in a state of great inner turmoil.

The divine eyes in the sky fell upon the corpse of Susanoo lying on the ground.

The mangled body, which had endured so many years, lay on the quietly burning earth.

Realizing this, the Glass-Eyed Ancestor looked dejected, but dared not utter a sound.

After a disobedient god dies, its body will dissipate in a short time, and soon not even a trace will remain.

As she was thinking this, she noticed that the figure in the sky reached out a hand towards Susanoo's mangled body.

The next moment, a white ball of light emerged from Susanoo's mangled body.

Is this the power of controlling one's husband? At this moment, she was drawn out by this Rakshasa king.

She quickly realized this.

However, given this method of usurping divine power, this demon king, whose power has exceeded all limits, is clearly not a god-slayer born in a normal way.

But what use is it for me to know all this now?

She laughed self-deprecatingly.

However, this smile aggravated the injuries inside his body, and the burning pain in his lungs intensified once again.

Her body's subconscious reaction made her want to cough.

However, she forced herself to hold back—to avoid attracting the attention of the figure in the sky.

The price she paid was that the unnatural flush on her face worsened.

Having drawn the power from Susanoo's body, the magnificent figure in the sky dissipated at an accelerated pace.

At this moment, although he was able to use some of his abilities and extract power from the corpse of the God of Non-Following, he was ultimately unable to absorb this power because he was not the true body.

At the same time, it is also impossible to directly cross the gap between the Netherworld and the mortal world to bring this power over.

Therefore, he will probably need to come here in person next.

Knowing this, Lu Ye's figure once again accelerated its dissipation.

The demon king is leaving—

Having understood this, the God Ancestor with the Glazed Eyes secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and a joyful smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

Although this aggravated her wound, making her eyes slightly blurry and her sickly flushed face even more pronounced, she didn't care at all.

only--

Why have I lost feeling in my feet?

Such doubts arose in her mind.

The bewildered ancestor lowered his head.

Then she noticed that her jade-like feet, which were as white as mutton fat, now appeared somewhat translucent.

However, that ominous paleness and translucency were by no means characteristics of skin.

That's salt.

Those were angels, those were the Lord, punishing those who disobey divine decrees.

Lot's wife did not heed the angel's warning and looked back as she left Sodom, for which she was punished and turned into a pillar of salt.

At this time, the ancestral god who also witnessed the cataclysmic destruction of Sodom also suffered this punishment.

The pale, crystalline salt column rose rapidly from the ankles, past the knees, and quickly climbed over the thighs and abdomen.

In shock, she suddenly looked up at the figure in the sky that was about to disappear completely.

The mere act of looking up produced the sound of crystals crushing and breaking—salination had already spread to the neck.

"save--"

The vocal cords had already turned into solid salt after producing just one syllable.

"Huh?" The figure, which was almost completely dissipated, tilted its head, looked down, and then almost subconsciously exhaled.

The breath he exhaled became a strong gust of wind.

The god's body, which had salted to the forehead, was instantly blown away by the wind.

In the air, this beautiful body was completely transformed into an exquisite sculpture of a salt beauty, shimmering with a captivating glow under the light.

Then, in the next moment, the beautiful statue fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

The lifelike salt sculptures, even when broken and scattered on the ground, still possess an extraordinary beauty.

On his deathbed, a thought flashed through the mind of this divine ancestor.

I ask you, who is more—

P.S.: I'll try harder... and by the way, could you please vote for me?

Chapter 116 You are a heinous sinner!

"I'm asking you—"

As soon as Lu Ye opened his eyes, he heard a sound that sounded like a sigh or a lament from beside him.

The goddess of wisdom, who refused to comply, gazed at him with a complex expression, her face revealing a mixture of resentment and bitterness.

Who is more like God?

Whether it's power or anything else.

Athena suddenly felt that she was ashamed to call herself a "god" in front of Lu Ye. She didn't know when it started, but she suddenly felt that she was not worthy of being called a "god" in front of Lu Ye.

If even the guy in front of me calls himself a "human," then isn't it incredibly shameless for me to call myself a "god"?

For no apparent reason, this thought appeared in her mind.

It is true that godkillers can fight against humans.

But in essence, it was nothing more than a battle between gods.

Therefore, even if they are defeated and forced to return to mythology, many disobedient gods will smile and frankly say that they will fight again next time.

It is not a disgrace to be defeated by the son of a fool.

Because this is essentially more like a game between gods.

But what's wrong with this guy?