APTnovel Chapter 351 Unintentional Slaughter, Slaughtering Heaven
Chapter 351 Unintentional Slaughter, Slaughtering Heaven
Chapter 351 Unintentional Slaughter, Slaughtering Heaven
Why do the two gods want to preserve their past experience of selling trenches to the Warp?
Why did they block the road after they climbed onto one of the eight-pointed stars in Maigou?
"Actually, this was to evoke everyone's sympathy, so that they would fall from grace later..."
In the subspace broadcast, Modi's rambling, nonsensical remarks came through.
Whether it was the two gods in the inner circle or the chaotic gods causing trouble on the outer circle, they could all hear this broadcast, and their expressions after listening to it were all different.
The tampered heavens' expressions were twisted, a mixture of laughter and hatred on their faces.
The stagnant, rotten sky turned green, even greener than before.
The Chaos Gods burst into laughter, clamoring for Modi to tell them another five dollars' worth of unofficial history.
They usually don't have the chance to hear such words, living under the tyranny of the two gods every day, so now that they have the opportunity, they naturally want to hear more.
"Don't say anything that could undermine unity."
Zhi Futian sent a message to Mo Di, demanding that he immediately shut down the broadcast.
"If word gets out, what will the outside world think of us in the Warp? Will the Warp still have any fresh blood? Will the Warp still have a good image?"
"But these things never existed in the first place, did they?" Mordy scratched his head with his paw. "Hasn't the image of the warp as a cesspool already become deeply ingrained in people's minds?"
"To be fair," the blue-feathered bird tilted its head, revealing a twisted smile, "this is actually quite amusing, you might want to..."
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"Shut up, you scraggly bird! Don't ruin my plans."
The corrupt heaven immediately glared angrily at the usurper heaven, making "humph humph ah ah ah" sounds to cover up His words.
The two subspace fluctuations collided, and for a moment the battlefield was filled with a stench.
"Stagnation Heaven, you're still the ancestor of beasts."
With an expression as if he had mistakenly entered a members-only restaurant, Mo Di quietly took two steps back and released dragon flames to incinerate the foul-smelling miasma filling the air.
After exchanging two massive blows with the Usurper, the Corruptor covered his even more bloated face and turned his gaze toward the Red Dragon, who was still concocting anecdotes.
He sighed and said, "Let's talk."
Oh? So you're planning to make concessions?
Modi gestured for Yuri to remain vigilant and then asked, "What are you talking about?"
Let's talk about who will get the third seat in the Chaos Octagon.
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The mutated heaven flapped its wings and came over.
The warp storm gradually subsided, clearly indicating that the two gods had made concessions.
In response, Modi also toned down his sharp edge and adopted a listening posture.
"You want the third seat? Sure."
Zhi Futian spoke first, affirming his pursuit, then abruptly changed the subject, saying, "But do you know how many seats there are in the eight-pointed star?"
"Eight...no, nine." Modi frowned and changed his mind at the last minute.
As soon as he uttered the first word, he had a vague feeling that something was wrong. The eight points of the eight-pointed star do not only have eight seats. If you really want to count them, the center can also be counted as a seat.
Moreover, he had a premonition that the central seat would appear at the very end, but once it did, it would surely lead to disaster.
"It seems you've already figured it out," the tamperer smiled mysteriously. "You should know why we're blocking the road, right?"
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"To prevent the last seat from being taken back?" Mordy probed.
The blue-feathered bird nodded. "According to our calculations, this is what we call the Primal Destruction. Once it returns to its rightful place, the entire warp will be annihilated."
Zhi Futian added, "We don't want this kind of ending, so... we'll just have to make do with the others."
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"So, you're considered guardians of the warp?"
"You could say that," the blue-feathered bird nodded shamelessly.
"We cannot change this outcome, we can only delay its arrival as much as possible," said Zhifutian.
"And your way of delaying is to block the way for those who come after you, so that the seats of the Chaos Octagon are not filled."
Modi chuckled, his true thoughts impossible to discern.
"Are you still planning to continue this project?" he asked.
"We can give you the third seat, but after that, we will still carry out our plan." Zhi Futian nodded.
The altered heavenly laws invited, "We hope you can join our plan. The combined strength of three people should be able to hold out for longer."
"It's only treating the symptoms, not the root cause," he commented.
"That would require time for us to find a fundamental solution," the tampered heaven replied. "So, Red Dragon, what is your answer?"
"Is that even a question?" Modi rolled his eyes. "Of course I'm joining you."
He came to the Subspace not to seek benefits for the Chaos Gods, but only to seize the third seat of the Eight-Pointed Star, so that he could advance further on his path to the Styx.
Now that he has the opportunity to work with the two gods, he naturally won't let it pass.
The other chaotic deities will suffer even more, bearing the infamy of the corrupt and stagnant Heaven.
Modi gave them a satisfactory reply, so the two gods had no reason to stop him anymore.
"The contract is complete. Don't forget what you said." The mutated heaven laughed strangely, and his figure dissipated, turning into a sky full of eerie colors.
Zhi Futian nodded to him, "You can handle the rest yourself."
With those two no longer blocking his way, it's only a matter of time before Mordy takes the third seat on the eight-pointed star.
The corrupted and stagnant heavens have departed, leaving behind a devastated Twilight Plain... Perhaps this place should be renamed Twilight Crater.
Although they did not take their own families with them, and instead allowed them to run rampant across different timelines, this may not necessarily be a bad thing.
At the very least, it could drive a shift in the human ideology led by Yuri.
"I guess we don't need me here anymore?" Yuri looked at the ravaged battlefield. "Then I'll head back now. There are still many things waiting for me to take care of."
"Aren't you close to completing the integration? Why don't you stay here a little longer?" Mordy asked.
"It is indeed almost finished, but some ascended civilizations still exist. Although these countries contributed a lot during the war, they are ultimately not on the same side as us."
Upon hearing this, Modi recalled that he had indeed sown many seeds of ascension.
Looking back now, we find that all these seeds have sprouted and are playing a significant role in the fight against chaos.
"What are you planning to do with them?"
"I've allocated some time slots for them to be idle, and if they're willing, I'll even help them relocate... In my world, there's no room for barriers of conflict and understanding."
"Then that's settled, you can decide for yourself."
Modi glanced at the reality separated from the subspace by a wall, then casually pulled away most of the Blood God's invading army, leaving only a small portion there for training.
Next, he plans to try to advance and ascend to the third seat of the Chaos Eight-Pointed Star.
"Wait, did I forget something?"
A sense of unease caught his attention. He stood there for a moment, then his expression suddenly dawned on him.
"Those chaotic deities seem unaware of the agreement I reached with the two gods... Did I somehow trick them?"
Given that the two gods have already withdrawn, the group of Chaos Gods who were harassing and shooting from the outside should theoretically have already retreated back to their lair to prevent the two gods from purging them.
But they probably didn't know what was happening on the central battlefield, nor did they know that Modi had already put his arm around the two gods, ready to kick them off the vehicle at any moment.
"Whatever they do, they're all no good anyway."
Dispelling the distracting thoughts in his mind, Modi felt that he had reached the edge of a certain boundary, and that one more step would lead to a higher level.
It's just a thin line, seemingly easy to cross, but for most chaotic gods, this line is actually vertical, and they have to deal with the obstruction of two gate types on the way across.
For Modi, the line was still vertical, but it wasn't as long as theirs; he could cross it with just one big step.
The continuous wars have pushed his power to a new peak, and although the wars are about to end, this power will not disappear in an instant.
"As long as we take this step before the chaos is completely over... I hear the voice of the warp."
Modi heard the call from the subspace; the third seat of the Chaos Octagon awaited him.
Its name is Heartless Slaughter.
War and slaughter, twisted courage transformed into indiscriminate killing intent, billions of skulls built a throne to protect him as he ascended to godhood.
The power gained from the war was thus solidified within him, no longer dissipating as the chaos subsided. The god, who had no intention of slaughtering, completely acknowledged him and was willing to be driven by him.
Along with more power comes a certain impulse, an impulse to wage war at all costs, to fight from the edge of the warp into the real world.
"Then let the galaxy burn... cough, this damned unintentional slaughter is actually affecting my thoughts."
While his own murderous intent certainly played a role, setting aside the facts, is it wrong to kill without intention?
Modi frowned and immediately shifted the blame to the eight-pointed star.
"Slaughtering Heaven... It seems you've noticed as well. The eight-pointed star seats, while perfectly suited to us, can also have a negative impact on us."
The strange squawking sound reached his ears, and without even looking, Modi knew that the blue-feathered bird had come again.
"Slaughtering Heaven... is this the name you came up with? To conform to your naming conventions?"
"No, it wasn't me. How could I possibly name you?"
"Where did it come from?"
"I don't know."
The bird tilted its head, its five eyes flashing with a strange light.
"Maybe it was Subspace's idea? Anyway, I knew your name the moment I saw you."
Modi turned his head, his fourteen eyes meeting His five. "Does something like a warp will really exist?"
"I still don't know."
"I really need to control you very well."
Modi grabbed the blue bird's head with one claw, as if lifting a round-headed Hakimi with one hand, and shook it vigorously up and down.
"Coo, coo... Stop shaking it! I really don't know what this thing is. If you shake it any longer, the bird will die!"
Having finally escaped the clutches with great effort, the blue-feathered bird grumbled and turned to preen its feathers, saying irritably, "Nobody has ever seen this thing called the will of the subspace, not even me or that dead plague pig. However, we both believe that it does exist."
Why?
"There's no particular reason, it's just based on intuition. By the way, you probably feel the same way, right?"
Modi nodded slightly, affirming His statement.
Indeed, when he mentioned that question, the first thought that came to his mind was "yes".
His intuition alerted him immediately, just like the two gods, to confirm the existence of the will of the subspace.
"So what? Knowing of His existence, what should we do? What can we do?" he asked.
The blue-feathered bird knew nothing when asked, saying, "I don't know."
Under Modi's disapproving gaze, he shook his head helplessly.
"We have absolutely no information about each other, so everything we do is futile. I only came here to remind you... Just proceed according to plan. Maybe, it is the Primal Destruction?"
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"...Indeed, this is the only way."
Amidst the strange cawing, the body of the mutated heaven once again vanished in dazzling colors, indicating that Xiu had truly left.
After confirming that there was no trace of Bluebird pollution left in the surrounding area, Mordy returned to the Brass Fortress to deal with the problems left over from the war.
Having resolved the remaining issues, he immediately began planning the development of his territory, while also attending military meetings and discussing the next objective with officers of the Blood God Cult.
The Blood God's invasion cannot stop; they must remain in a state of war for a long time, either fighting or on their way to fight.
After resolving all the above issues, it had been... well, he himself didn't know how much time had passed since he became the third seat of the eight-pointed star, after all, time in the subspace was quite chaotic.
He only knew that this period of time should be quite long, and even the two gods' reckoning with the Chaos Gods had long since ended.
The Chaos Gods who were being purged just cursed and swore, accusing the Slaughtering Heaven of being immoral, kicking down the door after ascending to the third seat without even giving them a warning.
"Among these deities, very few have the opportunity to ascend to the seat of the eight-pointed star, so blocking them wouldn't be troublesome."
Modi merely glanced at them, and the gods, who had been cursing and swearing, fell silent and retreated to their own territories.
He bluntly stated that even if the three gods didn't interfere, not many of them would be capable of securing the fourth seat.
Therefore, he quickly lost interest in them.
"There's one more thing, what exactly is this thing?"
He unearthed the spoils of war, among which a crystal particularly caught his eye.
Modi remembered that this was the relic of a guy who had been force-fed cream puffs when he helped Yuri enter the warp.
That guy looked very strange, with five powers within him that he couldn't understand at the same time. Unfortunately, his true nature was what it was, and he couldn't even withstand the aftershocks of the warp storm.
But the loot that guy dropped... was quite interesting.
"According to Yuri, that guy should be the Death Curse Lord... How did he become like that? Are those five powers related to this crystal?"
He squeezed the object in his hand tightly, but the crystal did not react at all; there wasn't even a tiny crack on its surface.
"The material is unknown, but it is extremely hard. Even if I use all my strength, I cannot cause any damage to it."
My spiritual senses probed into it, carefully examining the interior of the crystal.
"The interior is completely empty, there's nothing unusual, it's a completely sealed-off place... Hmm?"
Before he knew it, a wisp of Modi's spiritual consciousness was torn off and disappeared into the endless darkness inside the crystal.
Although it didn't affect him much, amounting to like removing a piece of dead skin from his hand, he was still curious about it.
I was curious about where his wisp of consciousness would be sent, and also about the mechanism of this crystal.