Chapter 505: Hatred Pulls Strong, the Evil God Cannot Escape
Chapter 505: Hatred Pulls Strong, the Evil God Cannot Escape
Walker’s corpse-like expression twisted into fanaticism as he stared at the box’s contents.
He plunged both hands inside, lifting the object with trembling care.
Fang Cheng’s eyes narrowed—it was a severed left arm from elbow to fingertips, smooth as polished jade. Not a single crease marred its skin, flawless as a piece of art. The missing middle finger didn’t spoil its beauty; it echoed the broken elegance of Venus de Milo’s statue.
A violent craving erupted in Fang Cheng’s chest—the same hunger he’d felt upon seeing mother’s middle finger before.
“This…”
“Mother’s body.”
Iyaya’s trembling voice pierced his mind. “Claim it.”
Fang Cheng clenched his fists. The arm’s missing finger matched the one he possessed. Relief flickered—Walker hadn’t grafted mother’s left arm onto himself yet. This relic wasn’t just mysterious; it was raw power. If Walker used it, Fang Cheng’s built-in cheat couldn’t rival that golden limb.
On the altar, Walker raised the arm overhead like a sacred offering. Above, tentacles writhed closer in the starry sky, every eye fixated on the severed limb.
Malicious cold thickened in the hollow. Ordinary believers collapsed first, then superpowered individuals began clawing at their own throats. Fang Cheng didn’t bother harvesting the corpses—the altar was funneling all life essence upward to the evil god. Even the dying clones offered nothing to steal.
Of course. Every evil god was a rival in the soul trade.
Walker’s face warped—flesh tendrils sprouted beneath his jaw, hair clumping on the altar stones as his skull tapered sharply.
“What’s happening?”
“Destruction.” Iyaya’s voice turned grave. “He means to destroy mother’s body.”
Fang Cheng’s jaw tightened. “Madman! Why trash perfection?”
Were evil gods cosmic cheat-busters now?
As tentacle shadows engulfed the arm, Iyaya snapped the command he’d awaited:
“Now!”
Fang Cheng moved. Blood Source surged to level 4 before her echo faded.
Life: -81
Remaining: 257
Blood Source Lv4
Blood Source served as the foundation of all blood abilities. Simply raising its level boosted the potency of every blood-related power.
The blood surrounding Fang Cheng’s body swiftly condensed above his head, forming a missile over ten meters long.
Flames burst from the missile’s thrusters as the amplified Blood Explosion unleashed tremendous power, propelling the projectile past the speed of sound toward the root-like tentacles overhead.
Simultaneously, Fang Cheng activated Shadow Leap, teleporting into Walker’s shadow.
Walker, still mid-gesture with raised arms, suddenly spotted the incoming missile.
His eyes widened, rage flashing across his face.
Before he could counter, icy killing intent pierced him from behind.
*Thunk!*
A blade stabbed through his heart and erupted from his chest.
Fang Cheng emerged from Walker’s shadow wielding Child-Cutting Ankan, delivering a classic backstab.
He swung the divine weapon, cleaving Walker’s body into segments while lunging for mother’s left arm.
Just as his fingers grazed it, both the arm and Walker’s bisected corpse vanished.
The sequence lasted under half a second before the missile struck the tentacles, detonating with a deafening roar.
*BOOM!*
The supercharged Blood Explosion tore through the air.
Blinding flames ballooned outward as the shockwave shredded dozens of tentacles into fragments.
Firelight flooded the chamber, knocking the surviving crowd off their feet.
A bestial howl reverberated as the severed tentacles retracted into the starry sky. Darkness swallowed the dome as starlight winked out.
With the dissipating malice, those driven to suicidal frenzy regained clarity.
Another missile streaked from the flames, blasting open the sealed exit.
Over 200 surviving superpowered individuals scrambled toward freedom—even fools now recognized the trap.
The flames dimmed, revealing Fang Cheng’s figure. He’d freed the survivors not from mercy, but to let them sow chaos across the base, diverting its forces. Better they roam loose than become Walker’s pawns.
Turning, he saw Walker reconstituted on the ground, mother’s left arm still cradled in restored hands.
But the man’s hair had vanished. His skull elongated, eyes bulbous and round. His nose and mouth stretched grotesquely, cheek tendrils now dangling like worms.
Walker’s head was evolving into an octopus-like shape.
Fang Cheng furrowed his brow and mentally asked Iyaya, “You said we could cripple him. Why does he look unharmed?”
A proxy of an evil god couldn’t be killed easily, but Walker showed no signs of serious injury.
“A proxy’s strength comes from both their own attributes and the evil god projection within them,” Iyaya explained. “Each proxy has a limit to how much power they can hold. He’s already used part of it to revive. Kill him a few more times to drain it completely.”
“What if he flees?”
“You’ve angered his evil god. It’ll descend personally to confront you soon. The proxy won’t be allowed to escape.”
So you’re making me fight an evil god directly.
Fang Cheng realized his disruptive actions during the sacrificial ceremony had locked the evil god’s hate value onto him. No need to worry about the enemy fleeing.
But why didn’t Iyaya feel awkward constantly saying “evil god”? Wasn’t she insulting herself?
“Final question – what if he uses mother’s left arm?”
“He can’t use it. That’s why he tried destroying it.”
Their mental exchange ended as Walker’s gaze snapped toward Fang Cheng.
The man’s eyebrows had vanished. His bulbous octopus eyes burned with rage. “Who ARE you?!”
A terrifying presence exploded outward, accompanied by a deafening roar that shook the cavern.
Fang Cheng stood unfazed, pointing at the severed limb in Walker’s grasp. “Hand over mother’s left arm, octopus head. Unless you want to learn how grilled tentacles taste.”
The taunt worked. Walker’s eyes bulged further. “DIE!”
Translucent tendrils erupted from Fang Cheng’s limbs and head, draining his life essence rapidly. A third vanished in moments.
Fang Cheng tensed. Even wounded, this remained an evil god’s proxy. Carelessness meant death.
Pure demon flames engulfed his body, incinerating the tendrils. He simultaneously expanded the blood mist around him. His Level 4 Blood Source ability saturated the entire hollow.
Walker dodged the creeping blood particles. Fang Cheng activated Shadow Leap, appearing in his opponent’s shadow.
As Walker glanced around, his body froze – Fang Cheng had seized control through Ghost Shadow Stealth.
Springing from the shadow, Fang Cheng swung Child-Cutting Ankan. This time he aimed for Walker’s arms.
Twin flashes severed both limbs. Mother’s left arm clattered to the ground.
Before Fang Cheng could grab it, Walker vanished – along with his severed arms and the relic.
The proxy reappeared across the hollow, arms regenerated. With shocking suddenness, he swallowed mother’s left arm whole.
Walker exhaled sharply. Remaining fire pits extinguished instantly, plunging the cavern into darkness.
Clever. He’d realized Fang Cheng’s shadow-based fighting style and eliminated all light sources.
But this didn’t stump Fang Cheng. The blood around him swiftly gathered into a sphere that rose into the air, morphing into a glowing object emitting piercing light.
He forged a tiny sun, flooding the hollow with harsh brightness.
Yet Walker wasn’t idle. He roared deafeningly, blasting sound waves and gale-force winds outward.
Fang Cheng felt himself hurled backward.
Glancing down, he saw his soul had been blown free—his body collapsed limply to the ground.
Walker seized the moment. His arm shifted into a massive translucent tentacle that lashed out, snaring Fang Cheng’s airborne soul.
As Walker dragged him closer, the cult leader’s jaw distended into a light-devouring black hole, its suction pulling at Fang Cheng’s spirit.
This soul-devouring tactic had slain countless foes.
But Fang Cheng ripped free and smashed a fist into Walker’s face.
Enhanced by Vector Control, the punch obliterated Walker’s octopus head in an explosion of gore.
Fang Cheng grabbed the headless corpse, intent on retrieving mother’s left arm—but the body dissolved before he could act.
Walker reappeared, skin deathly pale, his head now fully octopoid.
“You’re a proxy too?” he snarled. “Does your god challenge the Almighty?”
Only divinely shielded proxies could resist his soul attack.
“Sure,” Fang Cheng shrugged. “Tell your octopus head to complain to my owner.”
He didn’t care if Iyaya drew the evil god’s wrath—let them destroy each other.
A psychic hammerblow struck his skull—evidently the voyeur goddess disliked his heresy.
Walker gaped. “You dare blaspheme?!”
Done talking, Fang Cheng willed the surrounding blood to multiply.
Instantly, the hollow became a blood-filled metal sphere trapping both combatants.
Walker reappeared outside two seconds later, trembling. This mysterious proxy had killed him thrice already.
God’s projected power within him dwindled—fewer revives remained.
Normally he’d flee, but divine orders demanded he punish this blasphemer.
Merciful God, Walker thought desperately, why not handle this Yourself?
He nearly said “You fight him then!” but feared hellfire too much.
…
Chaos from the sacrificial ceremony infected the upper base.
200 superpowered individuals spread plague-like carnage, battling Gates of Heaven clones and guards.
In his office, Tony Kent glared at surveillance feeds. His nightmare unfolded—the Blood Emperor’s rampage.
The trussed-up bald traitor squirmed nearby—interrogation plans ruined.
Tony’s confidence wavered. Let Walker handle the Blood Emperor. Where was his backup?
Mocking laughter answered: “Begging for help, Tony?”
A woman in a Superman-style bodysuit emerged from hidden panels.