Chapter 346

Chapter 346

This statement finally caused a slight hesitation in the attack.

It wasn't the phrase "everyone dies together," but rather the phrase "the Pillar God will become a rootless tree."

The ancient metaphor "rootless tree" was somewhat ahead of its time for the underground city dwellers who had yet to fully embrace plants and trees. Most practitioners' first reaction was whether this evil deity was cursing their emperor again, and it took a moment to understand the meaning behind Fallen Heaven's words.

Would killing this evil deity endanger the Pillar God?

The withering of magic sounded similar to what happens to practitioners after the death of an evil deity.

Mystics knew that the withering of magic did not mean death, but it didn't mean there were no consequences.

Becoming a practitioner involved accepting the transformation by magic. Compared to ordinary people, practitioners had many directed mutations in their nerves and other tissues to enhance sensitivity to magic and reduce the loss of magical flow. After the withering of magic, these transformed nerves and tissues would not revert, leaving practitioners to struggle through the rest of their lives with phantom pain, visions, and sounds.

The situation for deities was different from that of practitioners; they had no such magically transformed organs.

Mother of Sourceblood was flowing blood, Contradictory Twin had nothing but an empty, tattered armor, and Mirror Eye, whose body was reduced to two eyeballs, was not even a material existence.

In a sense, the essence of deities lay between matter and energy. Without magic, it was like removing the cement from a building made of steel and concrete; the framework might still be there, but it could no longer be called a building (alive).

Such an outcome... the believers could not accept.

Their gazes shifted from their enemies to the deities they worshipped, seeking an answer.

The trajectories of spells became much sparser as a result, and Fallen Heaven, suppressed until now, finally managed to stand up again, emitting a muffled laugh toward the Pillar Gods.

"I (Supreme Heaven) know, you want a new world," He gasped, "it doesn't have to be the peaceful world before the Great Catastrophe, but it must be a world without pollution."

"But such a wish is impossible after my arrival (Supreme Heaven's infection)," He continued, "killing me (Supreme Heaven) would indeed eliminate the pollution, but Supreme Heaven (I) is the embodiment of the universe, and killing me (Supreme Heaven) is equivalent to destroying the universe!"

Fallen Heaven lifted His face.

Corrupted blood soaked through Supreme Heaven's eyes, which seemed to contain the entire world, staining everything with a dark, rusty red.

The cramped, precarious universe became murky within this rust.

His question shook the world, "Do you really want to do this?!"

"Of course." Contradictory Twin answered Him with the edge of his sword.

"When I first went mad due to pollution and regained sanity after killing all my believers," He said hoarsely, "there was only one path between us: your death or mine."

"The withering of magic does not mean death," the goddess on the sea of blood was unafraid, "even if we decay, the fruit will turn into seeds and continue to grow."

"Killing Supreme Heaven (you) has a greater than ninety percent chance of causing the universe to collapse," Golden Hammer also said, surrounded by floating data, "but the destruction of the universe will be a process. Before the end comes, we, who have reclaimed your (Supreme Heaven's) authority, may not be unable to create a new world."

"Magic is merely a surface phenomenon," the Glue Maker whispered, "deities exist not because of magic."

"Do not underestimate this world!" the Dragon of Light was displeased, "Even I can escape from the brink of death time and again, continuing even if I no longer look the same. What right do you have to determine the future of the universe and us!"

Bellringing Frost Crow's response was simple and clear, ice already freezing everything in Fallen Heaven's divine realm. His cry, like a bell, caused the ice and Fallen Heaven's divine realm to crack.

"Die!"

Ice shards flew, covering the rotten flesh and blood, and the cracked divine realm appeared in reality, overlapping cracks making the entire world seem worn out.

The determination of the Pillar Gods clearly infected their believers. The trajectories of spells, sparse for just a few seconds, returned with an even more frenzied will, counterattacking Fallen Heaven.

Fallen Heaven's smile faltered, as He struggled to mend His divine realm while continuing to search for any breakthrough.

Breakthrough, breakthrough... Right, isn't there another deity who hasn't spoken?

Not the wandering poet watching from afar, but Mirror Eye, the one who has been missing!

Through the cracks, people in reality could see Hui Cui Dover standing on a snow-covered field of corpses. Fallen Heaven saw this too, and feeling enlightened, He thought He understood why Mirror Eye hadn't spoken, shouting, "Mirror Eye! Do you think so too?!"

Bai Li, Tadansa, and Luoqiao, the three practitioners directly on the battlefield, stared at Fallen Heaven's foul mouth.

In Mother of Sourceblood's divine realm, Shorttail and Foming, who gave dreams to those ordinary people unable to bear the mental strain or stopped them from thinking too much, paused, listening.

Beside Shorttail, Snow Claws' silver tail encircled Luo An and little Black Spot.

Among the ranks of Mother of Sourceblood's practitioners, Blue Phosphorus Ash used his outwardly released life fire to burn away the fallen rotten flesh and blood, clearing the battlefield for other practitioners.

They could all hear, everyone on the battlefield and in the divine realms could hear, when Fallen Heaven said:

"You've only been with Hui Cui Dover for a short time, and unlike the previous generation of Pillar Gods, you were very young during the Great Catastrophe. Since awakening in this era, you've only lived for less than four years!

"You are so young and more capable of resisting pollution than other deities. Why choose mutual destruction? Don't you want to spend more time with your lover!"

Huh? Ah?

What? What lover?!

Little Black Spot jumped up, his ears and tail fur bristling, incredulously saying, "Chief Justice, he—"

Luo An promptly covered his mouth.

The ratman White Mole did not speak, only looking through the mirror with a serious and slightly hopeful expression.

A figure appeared beside Hui Cui Dover.

Surprisingly, the deity was wearing a judge's uniform coat.

He seemed like a phantom, but His mirror-like silver eyes were unmistakably clear. Those who knew Lin, the ritual judge of the Spire City Court Headquarters, would recognize the familiar aspects of Him.

Luo An's hand, covering little Black Spot's mouth, pressed too hard, making it difficult for him to breathe.

But even Little Black Spot didn’t realize he was about to suffocate. Tears streamed down his face as he clung to Luo An’s wrist with more force than Luo An, leaving fresh red marks on his brother’s wrist.

At this moment, in the divine realm, on the battlefield, many people murmured that name.

"Lin."

Hui Cui called out softly, not thinking it necessary for Lin to respond to Fallen Heaven.

"Hmm," Lin shifted his gaze, looked up, and through the tear in the divine realm, met the eyes of Fallen Heaven. "It's I who have wronged him."

Hui Cui lowered his eyes and fell silent but reached out, intertwining his fingers with Lin’s.

"I have wronged many people," Lin said. At the edge of the battlefield, Hugo Zhaigenli also gazed at the tear in Fallen Heaven’s divine realm, supported by Chixia, trembling as he pressed his hand to his chest.

His familiar colleagues and classmates were scattered across the battlefield, casting hurried glances at him, some in shock, others with sudden understanding.

In the depths of his consciousness, bright beams of light suddenly pointed toward him.

Not to a deity, but to a cherished colleague, a friendly classmate, a... student and family member who had clearly abandoned them.

Lin had not anticipated that his appearance would fail to shake their faith.

The beams and ribbons of light were warm and steady, and Lin was slightly taken aback, a faint smile appearing on his face.

"So I want the best possible outcome," Lin said with a smile. "In other words, Fallen Heaven..."

Just a projection, Lin then dissipated.

But the voice echoing in their hearts, along with the rumble of Fallen Heaven’s divine realm, rang out.

"In other words... I want you dead!"

The calm words turned into a mental scream at the last word.

Even though it couldn’t cause harm, it once again plunged Fallen Heaven into a prolonged dizziness.

On the battlefield, within the divine realm of the Mother of Sourceblood, whether they were fighting professionals or others, everyone felt the collective sentiment at this moment.

What Mirror Eye said was their shared goal: for Fallen Heaven, they wanted His death!

"What a grand web of dreams," Tadansa muttered, unable to suppress the smile spreading across his face.

Jian Lan shouted from inside the dagger, and Ansai Birdman raised the dagger, saying, "As you wish!"

Bai Li had already rushed out without a word, while Luo Qiao was somewhat stunned.

The old sheep woman heard the voice.

"Continuously observing yourself and anchoring yourself through mirrors, you naturally understand that what is reflected in the mirror is not just you alone."

"Mirror Sight" — you already have a mirror reflecting yourself, now you have another mirror reflecting others.

Mirror Eye elevates you, bestowing you with a constant talent.

"The Mirror of Others..." Luo Qiao followed the voice in her heart, subconsciously raising a mirror and pointing it at the battlefield.

In the next second, the mirror shattered with a crack, the surface turning frosted before disappearing from Luo Qiao’s hand. But a Mortician appeared where the mirror had been, falling down, though severely injured, still clinging to the last breath of life.

Even with the Pillar Gods’ protection, attacking a deity with mortal bodies inevitably led to casualties.

This Mortician, who should have died, was fortunate enough to save her life. A Light Mage dispelled the curses on her body, and a Blood Flesh Doctor healed her wounds.

Luo Qiao observed her hand, marveling at the miracle she had created.

With the new talent’s enhancement, the Mirror Proxy spell could now be used on others.

In the next second, she heard more mirrors shattering.

In the mirrors transported to the battlefield, various vital points of Fallen Heaven appeared, and thousands of attacks from professionals were directed at these mirrors. As the mirrors shattered, deeper wounds appeared on Fallen Heaven’s body.

Thus, even those without magic could punch and kick at the mirrors.

As the object reflected in the mirrors, Fallen Heaven couldn’t even dodge.

"You’re mad..."

He said.

No one listened to Him.

When a Mother of Sourceblood believer, tending to an infant, punched Him through a mirror, the bloodied and skeletal form of Fallen Heaven suddenly disintegrated, collapsing.

His divine realm shattered, and the corpses within it turned to bones, which were then swept away by the hurricane of magic, turning to dust and ashes!