1506 Monkey Part 1 (1/2)

As the Heretic God flung his arms about, his formless dagger cut numerous cracks on the cage. Both the general and the grandmaster had finished conjuring their weapons and were waiting for the Heretic God to break through its cage and attack.

Saleen had steeled his mind. He had one chance to attack the Heretic God once it was out. He couldn't use the Crystal Finger because it was simply too dangerous. He would have to use his family badge.

The attack he planned to pull off with his family badge had to be aimed at the Heretic God's tail to cause the most damage.

The third eye on Saleen's brow continued to blink to find out how the Heretic God moved about, as even level 18 beings would have traceable rules.

The more he looked, the more shocked he felt. The Heretic God never repeated the moves with those daggers even once. The way it cast its powers was never the same. That kind of technique was absolutely not something that could have been learned but something honed from having fought countless battles.

When swordsmen practiced, they had to begin by repeating the same moves over and over, but with the Heretic God it was entirely different.

Saleen, however, realized something else. Even when the Heretic God absolutely never repeated any of its moves, he was able to see the rules nonetheless, or else the abilities of the three-eyed people far exceeded his imagination. The movements of the Heretic God began to be influenced by the ability of the three-eyed people. Although there were no repeated moves being executed, rules were nonetheless becoming traceable.

Saleen was a level 14 mage. If he was able to affect a level 18 god, that would be attributable only to the power of the three-eyed people, which was something that exceeded level limitations. Although the Heretic God had indeed been injured, it nonetheless retained the ability to manipulate rules.

The light flashes seen in the red cage were the result of the power of light element that Saleen sent into the Heretic God's body, which was then forced out. Thick black mist shot all over the place, and the cage split with a crack in the middle. The general cast a charging skill of the warriors, making it to the Heretic God's side within an instant.

The shield in his hand banged hard onto the body of the Heretic God, immobilizing it as the 12 pointy spikes on the shield stabbed it.

The 12 spikes represented the 12 highest rules that the general had developed in his training.

The general brought the flail on his right hand down hard onto the Heretic God's head, smashing it open.

The Heretic God shrugged and yet another head emerged from his neck. The new head was huge, and the Heretic God's entire body expanded with it.

Having been severely injured by the general, the five-foot-tall Heretic God grew uncontrollably, reaching a height of more than 30 feet. Its new head looked like that of a gorilla but with protruding tusks and a curly head.

Saleen was baffled. ”This thing has actually turned into a monkey?” he thought.

He had no idea of the Heretic God's origins. It had originally been a rare, peculiar magic beast that was of mixed blood. It was by pure coincidence that it had become a god. It had once saved a hunter who had brought bad luck for worshipping the magic beast all those years ago and the Heretic God today as a god. The Heretic God had acquired the power of faith as a result, which set it on a path from which it was unable to return.

There was no way the gods would have allowed a magic beast to become one of them. The Heretic God had experienced things that were hundreds of thousands of times more horrifying than what a mage like Saleen had experienced. The Heretic God had become a god who went out to slaughter gods at later stages, making it totally different from that simple-minded, naive magic beast all those years ago.

It would have encountered believers, however, who resembled that hunter back then, and it would have bestowed such people with powers and eternal life.

For the past several billion years, it was only that bit of warmth and that face of a devout that could have calmed the Heretic God.

It wondered just how long it had been since it had last used its own godly body. The Heretic God had little wrath to speak of. It had long gotten used to being attacked by humans and laughed at by the gods after enduring it for so many years.

”What a beautiful monkey,” the goddess uttered in a spiteful tone.

The general backed away as a force burst through the Heretic God's body, preventing it from attacking again. Six level 18 spells were cast from the grandmaster's magic book, but he himself disappeared from the place he had stood, which had been less than three feet away from the Heretic God.

Saleen saw the power of rules permeating the Heretic God's surroundings, which were those of the void.

All attacks were completely nullified, and nothing was around anymore. Only those two long daggers could be used for attacks. One dagger was thrown at the general's heart while the other at the grandmaster's head, and both hit their respective targets.

The bodies of both beings burst and disappeared without a trace and returned to their respective graves.

The Heretic God turned its naked body and eyed the Goddess of Myers with lust.

”Monkey, huh? Hehe, you're right.” The Heretic God's body grew yet again, reaching 60 feet. Its 30-foot-long golden hairs billowed in the wind, appearing smooth and silky. Saleen, however, sensed that every hair on the Heretic God was like an incredibly sharp dagger capable of cutting through refined steel.

The horns on the Heretic God's head shrunk and looked unassuming. The beams of light that shot from its eyes as they opened and closed were like those of high-level martial artists.

Saleen took notice of the tail behind the Heretic God. The weakness was still there, and a purple gash could be seen between the golden hairs.

Both the general and the grandmaster returned to their graves, making Saleen realize that if those heroic spirits were to be killed entirely they would have to be completely removed from their graves, as though they were signing a contract with him to allow them to leave their graves.

Their graves were prisons, yet they were also the heroic spirits' best means of keeping themselves alive.

Saleen had been able to kill all 24 of those heroic spirits, because they had lost the protection of their graves. He began to feel a degree of fear. If he were to begin plotting to kill the heroic spirits and rob them of their energies, it would only be a matter of time before he ended up being killed by the general.