Chapter 766: Where's My Son?! Where Did You Take My Son?! (2)

“The Godslayer who has slain the New Gods…”

Dark’s eyes, which were originally filled with killing intent, suddenly became much clearer.

The amount of information contained in this statement was enormous.

The combat levels of gods are generally not too far apart, and even if they’re beaten, most of the time, they’re able to flee.

He didn’t know what level this God of Justice and Judgment was.

But the fact that the other was able to slay him already said a lot.

This wasn’t like those warrior novels in the human kingdoms where casually sacrificing a wife or a brother, and shouting things like “love,” “friendship,” “bonds” could suddenly empower a Near-God Level professional to go berserk and just slay a god with a few swings of a sword.

Near-God is always just approaching the realm of gods.

Merely approaching.

To kill a god, having combat power equivalent to a Divine Level is the biggest prerequisite.

Moreover, due to the nearly indestructible nature of informational anchors, to physically slay a god, one must at least have the means to separate the god from their Divine Artifact.

Finally, suppress their Laws completely with your own, and entirely dissipate the Divine Power at a moment’s notice, severing the god from their Divine Country and the replenishment of Power of Faith from believers.

Only then can a god’s body be physically destroyed, casting them into a special state of quiescence.

Which is akin to entering a resurrection game, waiting for the cooldown to revive.

The God of Blood and Night’s instinctive judgment was that the so-called “slaying” was this situation.

As for completely killing them, making it impossible for them to return from the river of time?

That wasn’t even a consideration.

Perhaps the God of Blood and Night didn’t know how strong Lu Wenwu was, nor the capability of the God of Justice and Judgment.

But he knew the Church of Light too well.

Could he not understand what sort of thing this was?

Want to destroy all Bibles and scriptures within the Church of Light, and kill all their believers?

Dream on!

Back in the day, even the Magic God Magic, the trailblazer of the Extraordinary Power system and creator of the Magic system, following the Primordial God, couldn’t do it!

The God of Blood and Night would rather believe his church to be gone and his faith among humans nearly extinguished than believe Lu Wenwu possessed the power to completely slay a god.

As for slaying gods by destroying Divine Artifacts?

That was even more absurd.

Who didn’t know that Divine Artifacts are indestructible?

However, merely having the power to cast a god into quiescence was enough to make him wary upon his recent revival.

The only thing that could cast a god into quiescence was another god.

Even if born after himself, a god of the same level must be treated cautiously by the God of Blood and Night.

In his current state of Divine Country and faith, he couldn’t sustain a Divine War.

After countless years, he finally revived; he didn’t want to fall again immediately upon waking.

“Unknown god, the master of Blood and Night forgives your impudence,” the God of Blood and Night, Dark, suddenly said, “I don’t want to spend precious faith initiating a Divine War with you, it benefits neither of us. Perhaps we can unite against that damned God of Light.”

This left Blood Demon Bula dumbfounded.

Weren’t we brothers?

You’re the god I believe in!

You just got your head blasted by a damn fool!

Rather than seeking trouble for the enemy, you give them a way out and propose peace?

Even issued an invitation to join forces!?

Blood Demon Bula was instantly broken.

The fervent and fanatical expression was frozen, the whole body starting to distort.

He only felt the towering image of Blood and Night God collapse abruptly in his heart, his years of faith crumbled in an instant.

“Bang!”

Almost silently, Blood Demon Bula’s entire Soul Body exploded directly.

Not a single scrap remained, including the Blood Demon Radar and the two small fragments stored in the Dragon Mansion.

As part of the legend, Blood Demon Bula, who possessed the Blood Shadow Servant anchor, had his belief collapsed, denying his own existence.

Thus, the informational anchor disintegrated.

Half of what supported his existence had vanished; the remaining Blood Demon legend couldn’t stand alone, and naturally, Blood Demon Bula vanished completely.

Perhaps, in hundreds or thousands of years, a new Blood Demon Bula may be born from the Blood Demon legends.

If that day ever comes, that Blood Demon would be a whole new entity.

A new entity with only the “memories” from the Blood Demon legends would be as rigid as the God of Justice and Judgment—if that urban legend-level mythical trend could twist reality.

Yes, memories.

Lu Wenwu, with his vast knowledge, quickly deduced the more “agile” reason behind the God of Blood and Night and vaguely guessed the reason for Blood Demon Bula’s complete death.

Because he was not created out of thin air, but created using the real Dark as a vessel and his memories.

Just like the now dissipated Blood Demon Bula.

If a person loses their memories, they are a complete blank slate, a mindless puppet, an existence without a personality.

Personality is originally formed by relying on memories.

If a person’s memories are entirely wiped clean, it would be no different than being dead.

This is why the Dragon God once said that becoming a god is essentially akin to death, tantamount to suicide.

The power of thought will permanently create and modify a god’s memories, subtly twisting them into another person like a frog being boiled.

The God of Justice and Judgment was a pseudo-personality forcibly torn from the God of Light by believers.

In essence, it doesn’t exist; it’s a product of the twisted reality by the force of faith.

Therefore, his memories are as thin as recipes from Cold Nether Country and prison beauty magazines, so simplistic and empty without any detail.

Such false memories offer no possibility of developing Spiritual Wisdom.

Even Brother Dog and chatgpt’s level of intelligence gets cyber-stuffed with data!

Without abundant memories, even with parts of wisdom from Laws and trends, the created god’s intellect would be no more than that of the village fool.

Lu Wenwu did not respond to the God of Blood and Night’s invitation to join forces.

Instead, he was somewhat sentimental about Blood Demon Bula’s death.

Thought it was a permanently repeatable side quest, but it got reclaimed by the dungeon boss.

Sigh…

Rest assured, since you called me your dad, I, a person named Lu, will avenge you, my adoptive son.

Go in peace.

Then, Lu Wenwu firmly rejected the God of Blood and Night’s invitation to join forces, and with an exceedingly practiced manner, obliterated the deity’s two Divine Artifacts, swallowing them like snacks.

One was the Blood Throne, and the other was the goblet that was like a black crystal in his hand.

Truth be told, swallowing the Blood Throne raw made Lu Wenwu feel a bit stuffed, and it didn’t taste all that good.

The God of Blood and Night remained utterly bewildered till death.

Died inexplicably.

Why?

We are both gods, you aren’t that madman Magic God Magic, what benefit is there to you expending the Power of Faith to cast me into quiescence?

And what’s the point of eating my Divine Artifacts, does that make you feel more pleasant?

The God of Blood and Night died thinking he was merely quiescent, with the devoured Divine Artifacts as a special sealing method, believing his return from history was only a matter of time.

Unknowing, that when his eyes closed, it was forever.

From the outset, when Lu Wenwu sought out Blood Demon Bula, he didn’t intend for the God of Blood and Night to live, he was set on godslaying.

Look, even the God of Justice and Judgment had so much “Evil Power,” enhancing his strength by a whole 0.1 Venerable.

Then shouldn’t devouring the inherently evil God of Blood and Night make me rocketry up?!

With excitement, Lu Wenwu, in this gradually collapsing Divine Country, eagerly activated his Talent—Evil Slayer.

And then…

Then he began to furiously curse the ancestors of the God of Blood and Night’s eighteen generations in disbelief.