Chapter 843 - 420: Hehe, My Friend_2

Chapter 843: Chapter 420: Hehe, My Friend_2

And now, the road to power is opening before Him.

Clang~

The sword’s sound reverberated through the heavens and earth.

The blade fell, and the believers followed.

All the prayers on the celestial sky were guided by the sword’s light, charging straight towards Gluttony.

The crisis of life and death arrived.

The anger in Gluttony’s eyes instantly shattered, replaced by the fear of facing true death.

He couldn’t understand why, despite being of weak divine power, he sensed genuine death in this strike.

He tried to dodge, but suddenly realized that as long as he was in this world, he couldn’t evade this sword.

"Roar~"

A hysterical roar erupted as Gluttony’s vast magic power gathered.

He opened his mouth.

A massive phantom instantly appeared before him, attempting to swallow the sword.

Buzz~

Clang~

The sword’s light fell instantly, disappearing into the giant mouth without causing any ripple.

The illusory giant mouth in the sky also fell at this moment, swallowing Siel, who seemed immobilized by the slash.

Gluttony was surprised, hoping to use the world in his stomach to withstand this move, a tactic that kept him invincible in battles.

Because digesting an opponent’s attack, although uncomfortable, avoided many fatal injuries.

But he never thought that Siel, so imposing, could be swallowed so easily.

After a brief shock, Gluttony laughed.

"Heh... Hehehe... Hahahaha... Is that it? I thought..."

His mockery hadn’t fallen.

Clang~

A faint sword hum echoed in his heart, suddenly freezing the sneer on his face.

Clang~

The sword hum resounded in reality, and his abdomen inexplicably started bleeding, followed by a sword light piercing through him, instantly slicing across the sky.

Gluttony’s entire being froze on the spot.

Buzz~

The sound of wings flapping arose.

Siel silently appeared in mid-air, only a body height above Gluttony.

He slowly flapped his gray wings, silently looking down at Gluttony.

"Cut your rules, spare you a life; from now on, you follow me as a subordinate god."

Siel’s tone was very indifferent.

As his words fell, Gluttony slowly knelt on the ground, his hands naturally drooping, and blood from his belly dripped down, making a hissing corrosion sound on the shattered earth.

He lowered his head incredulously at his abdomen, sensing that the world in his stomach... was collapsing.

His aura was rapidly diminishing, almost instantly falling to weak divine power, and continuing to plunge downward.

With difficulty, he glanced up at Siel, despair, fear, and various emotions intertwined.

His body slowly leaned forward, stirring up some dust.

The strong wind swept through this shattered world, seemingly narrating that the Master of the 8th Floor of Hell could no longer represent a layer of hell at this moment.

Surrounding fallen angels slowly flew back, observing the strength of their god.

Their eyes were filled with worship; this was the god they followed.

Their god was the strongest... bar none!

Siel looked up towards the void, waved his hand, and two forbidden level fallen angels quickly flew to Gluttony, supporting him and placing him on a throne.

Though Gluttony had been mostly defeated, he was still a god; as long as he was a god, no mortal could disrespect him.

Siel raised his hand, and the passage to subspace opened.

It was time for revenge.

"Throw him towards Xia..."

A gentle, magnetic voice, full of divine essence, sounded.

Siel paused, and the next moment, this voice gradually changed in His ear.

It was a hoarse, evil voice, like the root of all fear.

Eira, the lord of the first layer of hell, the first god of hell, also the god wielding hell’s most powerful rule [Fear].

Any presence with fear in their heart crumbles before this god.

His form and voice like a thousand faces.

Everyone sees and hears their innermost fears.

And now, this fear is becoming vague, even vanishing, because of Siel’s complete rules.

"I have my own thoughts, so there’s no need to trouble Eira’s concerns."

Siel responded indifferently, attempting to step towards subspace.

But then that unpleasant, hoarse voice, like a throat dried out, sounded again.

"Siel, I don’t want to repeat myself; consider your choices carefully."

Siel glanced down at Gluttony lying on the throne.

A touch of smile appeared on his indifferent face: "Is your majesty threatening me?"

"No."

An illusory shadow slowly appeared not far from Siel, a pair of deeper eyes meeting Siel’s gaze.

He slowly shook his head, looked at the sky: "Every choice, every gain, marked a price in the void of destiny; I just don’t want you to make a decision you can’t afford."

Siel held the Sword of Judgment, this divine artifact, in the future won’t judge justice or evil; it will only judge what Siel wishes to judge.

He glanced at the sword in his hand, casually swung it.

Clang~

Gray sword light sliced through the phantom before him, but didn’t harm the shadow at all.

"What does your majesty think I can’t afford?"

Siel’s face lost its smile, asked silently.

The shadow was silent, slowly dissipating.

"Indeed, you’ve changed, capable of bearing the cost of this choice, but is it worth it?"

With the fall of his words, the shadow disappeared.

But the heavens of the underworld and hell suddenly mutated, black and white chains extended endlessly in both worlds, slowly reaching towards Siel.