Chapter 338: The Judgment of the God of Life

Watching hundreds of dark red streams of gas billowing into the stone grooves beneath the palace floor to transmit into the God of Decay’s underground network, Kaelen and Sane’s eyes on the roof of the iron cage turned cold simultaneously.

"Trying to use this trap to snatch a meal right under our noses? Keep dreaming!"

Kaelen snorted coldly, his hands simultaneously forming seals and then slamming heavily onto the roof of the iron cage beneath his feet.

Boom!

A brilliant jade-green halo erupted from Kaelen’s body, instantly spreading across the entire Auction Island. Tens of thousands of tree roots, hard as cold steel, surged up from beneath the earth, weaving tightly together into a massive, dense net at a depth of ten meters below the palace floor, directly crushing all the magic transmission pipes connecting the grand hall to the underground network on the seabed!

With the energy transmission lines severed clean, the dark red gas flowing in the stone grooves instantly rebounded; not a single drop could slip underground to feed the God of Decay.

At the same time, the little leopard cub Finnick, standing by Kaelen’s feet, threw his head back and let out a resounding roar:

"Chloe! Catch all the filthy maggots stealing my Origin of Life!"

The vine of the Huy?t M?c spirit Chloe instantly transformed into thousands of blood threads as thin as red string, shooting out as fast as lightning into every nook and cranny of the grand hall and the second-floor balcony!

The audience area below had by now turned into a chaotic battlefield. The lucky guests who had never drank the Immortality Elixir, or those who failed to buy the elixir tonight, were so terrified they trampled over tables and chairs, crowding against the stone walls, trembling as they watched over four hundred of the continent’s most powerful princes, lords, and grand merchants rolling and wailing on the ground.

The Prince from the Northern kingdom in Diamond VIP Room Number Four—the one who had arrogantly tried to crush Kaelen and Sane with money earlier, and then spent a hundred thousand gold coins to buy three vials of Immortality Elixir and drank them all on the spot—was now crawling in the corridor outside the VIP room, his hands clutching his continuously inflating and deflating stomach, crying out for help with tears and snot streaming down his face:

"Gods! Lord Envoys! Save this King’s life! This King doesn’t want to be eaten by these monsters! All the gold and silver treasures in the VIP room, this King offers them all to You!"

On the presiding balcony, Grand Guildmaster Gideon, the old merchant Marcos, and the remaining ten merchants were also being torn apart by the parasitic worms in their bellies to the point where fresh blood poured out, soaking their gold-embroidered formal coats.

Right as the dark gray parasitic worms inside the bodies of those over four hundred people were about to bite through the hosts’ heart meridians to completely crawl out, thousands of Chloe’s blood threads arrived just in time!

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Each of Chloe’s blood threads carried the absolute pressure of the God of Life, piercing precisely without a millimeter of error through the flesh and skin of the people writhing on the ground, wrapping tightly around the head of every single parasitic worm, and then yanking hard, dragging them all out of the hosts’ bodies!

Over a thousand parasitic worms of all sizes, covered in hideous sharp legs, were yanked violently into mid-air, twisting and struggling frantically while emitting piercing shrieks like metal scraping against metal.

"Sane, burn them all!" Kaelen shouted softly.

"Leave it to me."

Sane raised his right hand, and a dark purple flame of Purple Lightning instantly flared up violently in mid-air, completely engulfing the thousand parasitic worms dangling from the ends of Chloe’s vines. Under the destructive heat and the absolute suppressing power over evil entities of the Origin Purple Lightning, the God of Decay’s parasitic worms didn’t even have time to struggle for two breaths before they were incinerated into pitch-black ash, not even a speck of dust of the resentment inside left unburned!

As for the life force of the Elven blood that had been swallowed into the bellies of those worms over the decades, after being completely purged of all foul impurities by the Purple Lightning fire, it turned into crystal-clear green specks of light that flew back, merging into the body of the little leopard cub Finnick and the nearly two thousand Elven clan members standing on the stage.

On the hall floor, the over four hundred nobles, merchants, and the twelve merchants on the balcony, after having the parasitic worms pulled out of their bodies, finally stopped convulsing, managing to keep their wretched lives.

However, the scene that unfolded immediately afterward made the over two thousand observing guests shiver to the point where they went cold from the top of their heads to their heels! Because the moment the parasitic worms were extracted, the entirety of the stimulant fluid used to maintain their false youth also vanished instantly! The laws of time and life that had been stolen for decades simultaneously demanded payback in a single moment!

On the presiding balcony, Grand Guildmaster Gideon—the man who just a quarter of an hour ago possessed the handsome face of a thirty-year-old youth—suddenly aged at a terrifying speed! The golden blonde hair on his head fell out without a single strand left, his perfectly white teeth dropped onto the red carpet with a clatter, the skin on his face shriveled into deep, dark wrinkles like dry bark, and his spine snapped, turning him into a crippled, blind, and completely quadriplegic hundred-and-forty-year-old man, left only gasping for breath on the stone floor!

Beside Gideon, old Marcos and the remaining ten merchants fared no better. Those who had once called themselves the lords of Silver Port, who had once arrogantly declared they could use money to buy the lives of Gods, at this moment all turned into frail eighty or ninety-year-old men, toothless and dim-sighted, piled on top of each other in a pool of blood and their own filthy waste!

In the audience, hundreds of grand nobles and wealthy merchants who had spent money buying the Immortality Elixir to drink for years also simultaneously aged twenty to fifty years in the blink of an eye. Dashing middle-aged men turned into white-haired, white-bearded old men who couldn’t stand steadily on a cane; proud, beautiful young ladies turned into hunchbacked old hags with wrinkled skin, sitting and clutching their true faces while wailing loudly in complete collapse!

The remaining over two thousand guests stood watching the "eternal youth and immortality" scene turn into a pile of decrepit living corpses before their eyes, trembling uncontrollably, feeling extreme horror and utter disgust toward the words Immortality Elixir rising in their hearts!

Meanwhile, in the center of the stage, the nearly two thousand Elven clan members who had just been rescued from the iron cages had by now been returned their strength by the specks of life force light. Under the leadership of Grand Elder Sylphie and the little secretary Ivy, who had just removed her white lace hood to reveal her pointed ears, the nearly two thousand Elves—from the silver-haired elders to the four or five-year-old children—simultaneously turned toward Finnick, Kaelen, and Sane, prostrating themselves devoutly on the stone floor!

At the same time, at the backstage door behind the stage, Sword Saint Godfrey and fifty Crimson tribe warriors also led out the over three hundred slaves belonging to the Dwarven, Beastman, Mermaid, Goblin, and Half-Demon races who had just had their chains removed. Seeing those who had once traded and tortured them lying dying on the ground, while the benefactors who had spent tens of thousands of gold to buy and free them stood majestically on the high stage, the over three hundred people of all races also knelt down in unison following the Elves!

"We sincerely thank the supreme Creator of all Life!"

"Sincerely thank the God of Nature and the God of War for saving our lives!"

The devout and choked-up shouts of over two thousand three hundred living beings newly escaped from a living hell blended together, resounding across the night sky of Silver Port.

From above the heads of the nearly two thousand Elven clan members, tens of thousands of threads of pure jade-green faith, so dense and brilliant that they were visible to the naked eye, simultaneously soared high into the air, coalescing into a massive river of light that poured straight into Finnick’s small body!

If the faith of ordinary people was only like raindrops, then the faith coming from the very dependent race created by the hands of the God of Life was like the most powerful spring of origin!

Buzz!

As soon as the jade-green river of faith poured into Finnick’s body, the chains of the Great World’s rule seals binding his primordial spirit tightly instantly let out a series of crisp cracking sounds!

One-tenth... two-tenths... three-tenths! In just a few short breaths, the seal on Finnick’s strength had been broken through straight to three-tenths, surpassing even the previous recovery speed of his two fathers!

The jade-green light intertwined with the brilliant red of the Huy?t M?c spirit Chloe flared blindingly on the roof of the iron cage. Before the stunned eyes of over three thousand people in the grand hall, the small body of the little leopard cub within the divine halo rapidly elongated, transforming back into a tall, devastatingly handsome young man in a deep green robe trimmed with black!

His long, dark green hair fluttered lightly in the night wind; his eyes, profound as a primeval forest sea, looked down at the mortal world with the cold majesty of a supreme True God holding the power of Life!

Finnick lightly clenched his right hand, feeling the abundant Origin Divine power that had returned to his veins, then extended his hand and lightly pointed a finger toward Grand Elder Sylphie kneeling in the front row. Two emerald-green drops of divine dew flew out from his fingertip, falling straight into the old woman’s scarred eye sockets.

In the blink of an eye, the toxic scars that had corroded Grand Elder Sylphie’s eyes for years disappeared completely; the clear, jade-green eyes of the Elven race opened once again, seeing clearly the tall figure of the Lord she had prayed to day and night for the past ten thousand years!

"My... my Lord! My eyes... I can see You!" Elder Sylphie burst into loud sobs, kowtowing until her forehead touched the cold stone floor.

In the audience, when the over two thousand royalty, nobles, lords, and grand merchants from all countries witnessed with their own eyes a little leopard transforming into the legendary God of Life, who with a single point of a finger restored sight to the blind, they were all frightened out of their wits. Without anyone giving an order, the over two thousand most powerful people on the continent simultaneously prostrated themselves on the stone floor like a rice field swept by a storm, their foreheads thudding against the ground as they cried out:

"We beg the Gods for mercy! We were blind and deaf, deceived by the demons of Silver Port; we beg the True Gods to be magnanimous and spare our lives!"