Chapter 350 (1/2)
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Under the lead of the supreme master of the evil Gods, the Chaotic Dragon, over a dozen evil Gods joined in the fight, an astonishing and dreadful thing.
The Goddess of Bumper Harvest had found many helpers to protect her, in case she was too busy with the ceremony to defend herself, but when the Chaotic Dragon showed up, some of the cowardly helpers ran away immediately without saying a word, while others were loyal to the Goddess and tried to help, but their strength wasn’t as much as their bravery. Under a simple attack from the Chaotic Dragon, they were easy to crush by the evil Gods.
Then the other evil Gods, following the Chaotic Dragon, rushed into the God’s Kingdom of the Goddess of Bumper Harvest.
Upon seeing the powerful Chaotic Dragon and his helpers, the Gods who had planned to help the Goddess gave up their plans and began to think about how to save the situation. Could they manage to save the Goddess of Bumper Harvest? Or should they just take over her divine position? Even worse, how would they be able to get along well with the next God of Bumper Harvest?
The God of Justice, Yorgaardman, frowned slightly and transformed into a red light that soared up into the sky. However, he was stopped before entering the God’s Kingdom of the Goddess of Bumper Harvest, waiting just in front of the large hole created by the evil Gods.
“Do you want to stop me?” he said fiercely. “Even if you are my superior, I still won’t show you any mercy!”
There was a muffled laughter coming from the hole. The other Gods who heard it felt uneasy at once, and some of the weaker Gods even cried out. They cut off all ties with the sound and tried their best to adjust their minds and calm themselves down.
This was the laughter of the Chaotic Dragon, which represented the power of the most successful being in the field of chaos in this world. With their existence at this level, their voices, laughter, and appearances were all manifestations of power. A slightly weaker creature, just by looking at their appearance, hearing their voice, or even knowing of their existence, would be hurt to some degree, maybe even into madness.
In the previous thousands of years, the Chaotic Dragon had seldom appeared, so the younger generation of Gods, such as Javier and Morani, had never seen him before. In the Pantheon temple, a lot of Gods with Weak Divine Power and Weaker Divine Power were from this younger generation, too. Although they had heard of the Chaotic Dragon, they didn’t know how strong this evil God was, so many of them looked at him curiously and were attacked by that laughter.
At that moment, inside the Pantheon temple behind the middle row, there were some Gods gritting their teeth due to the pain or closing their eyes to calm down. The scene was spectacular.
People always said that after a fall into the pit, there was a gain in one’s wit. Since they had felt the terrible power of the Chaotic Dragon, those Gods who weren’t powerful enough would naturally not take the risk to spy on him. They were all well-behaved, not only not daring to ask about the situation in the God’s Kingdom of the Goddess of Bumper Harvest, but even keeping their thoughts related to the Chaotic Dragon in their minds after making up their minds to stop looking for trouble.
In this case, the God of Justice, Yorgaardman, was the only one who had the courage to talk to the Chaotic Dragon, and to threaten that he would show no mercy, at that. He seemed to be particularly powerful and brave, outshining the other Gods.
The Chaotic Dragon wasn’t frightened of Yorgaardman. He smiled for a moment and said slowly, “I’m old. I really can’t fight. Maybe you can chop me to death today. Try it.”
This wasn’t a bold statement, but with his terrible strength, it gave others a sense of indifference and pride.
The God of Justice? Are you that great? Then try to chop me down.
It was like that sometimes when street gangsters fought with each other. They would put a knife on the table, rip open their clothes to show their chest, and shout, “Come on! Cut me down right here!”
But those gangsters were just pretending to be brave. If they were really cut in the chest by a knife, they would definitely die.
The Chaotic Dragon was different. Yorgaardman wasn’t sure whether he would be able to defeat him, let alone to chop him to death.
It was like that even if they were talking about different things. There was a clear difference between a big shot and small potatoes.
Faced with the indifferent attitude of the Chaotic Dragon, Yorgaardman frowned tightly and slowly took out his axe.
With some dips in its metal, his axe looked a little old. It was even a little rusty, but the power that haunted the axe was beyond the reach of brilliant magic weapons like the three divine objects used by the Presbyters of the Church of the Goddess of Bumper Harvest, which, even if they were combined, wouldn’t as powerful as his old axe.
Yorgaardman held the handle of the axe in both hands, and asked for the last time, “Are you sure that you want to stop me?”
The answer that the Chaotic Dragon gave was a careless, muffled laugh.
Then Yorgaardman started his attack.
If other Gods had made an attack, it would have been astonishing, even affecting the sun and moon, but when he did it, there was no special effect at all. He was just like an ordinary mortal, waving an ordinary tool with both hands to cut down a tree.
But just at the moment that he started, the masters in the front rows of the Pantheon temple turned their eyes to his side.
Seeing his attack, the God of Light, Wuther, frowned slightly, the Master of War, Wenner, opened his eyes wide, the Sky Devourer, Canine Lefon, smiled, and Master of Nature’s eyes turned bright… Although everyone’s performances were subtle, no God was indifferent to them, because they all knew that it was a powerful attack that condensed an enormous power that could have destroyed many small worlds, even though it seemed simple and unadorned.