Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 861 - 739: Rescue and Reason

Squeak, squeak...

When an Angel, without restraint, reveals its mythic form and freely radiates its power, countless subtle rustling sounds suddenly arise in a sparse land located in a desolate mountainous area.

For the lowly creatures within the range of radiation, even without the ability to actively observe, they cannot escape the tragic fate of "losing control."

The flowers, grass, and trees that should have thrived in spring quickly wither and rot into sludge. Countless insects hatch from overwintering eggs, but regardless of their original species, they all hatch into one form—the "spiral cone fly."

In fact, this carnivorous, terrifying creature is the very foundation of the existence of the beloved [Crawler] and is a subordinate servant species of the "God of Rotting Flies."

Despite being in peril, Aiven couldn't help but be thankful that the final battlefield was chosen in this desolate area.

If an evil god's presence descended upon a city, even without doing anything, it would be enough to rapidly turn it into a hellscape.

Buzz—!

Countless minute vibrations suddenly merged into a voice as a vast swarm of magic flies, nearly the size of a human fist, soared into the sky, forming a dark cloud that flanked the light and shadow of that "great" entity projected onto the material world.

The unsettling humming then gradually morphed into a bizarre choral hymn:

"Oh, great Lord, 'Angel of Disease', 'God of Rotting Flies', 'Ruler of the Bottomless Swamp' Baalzebub...

Make me your son of terror, sow your hatred in love, sow your doubt in trust...

Make me your son of fear, sow your despair in hope, sow your darkness in light..."

Soon.

When the desolate plateau completely decayed into a foul swamp; as the ink-green shadow saturating the sky gradually obscured the moonlight.

Amid the hymns of countless servants, the form of the "God of Rotting Flies," now transformed into an Angel, fully descended upon the location!

Squeak!

However, at this moment, Aiven dared not look, listen, or capture any excess information belonging to that terrifying presence.

Besides a fleeting glance that caught the sight of a halo and membranous wings.

He could only rely on the inexplicable sixth sense of a high-tier transcendent to vaguely feel that it was an obese and massive behemoth, followed by a mountain and sea-like oppressive terror.

From Aiven's mystical knowledge, his deep understanding of gods wasn't very extensive.

But through timely searches in the "Turin Grand Library," he knew the "God of Rotting Flies" of ancient existence possessed two mythic forms: a gigantic fly and a two-headed fly maggot, representing different aspects and powers.

One represents the [Fly King] that spreads disease, the other is the [Gluttonous Maggot] filled with an endless desire to consume.

Aiven was given almost no time to react.

The just descended demigod didn't even spare a glance, but suddenly spewed out a black-green conical breath towards him. This was a casual strike of a demigod, a lethal sentence surpassing the entire mortal level of this world!

Ring, ring, ring...

The moment he tightly closed his eyes, Aiven's heart suddenly sounded an alarm.

"It made a move?"

Even if he couldn't see the form of the opponent's attack.

The stinging sense of crisis all over his body made Aiven without hesitation, wield the Libra Balance Holy Sword that had consumed roughly 60 tons of gold, equivalent to a value of over 9 million Golden Lions, and slashed fiercely.

"Even if it's a god... you have to suffer my Great Treasure Sword!"

Whoosh—

Immediately, the wind in the night sky stopped flowing, and the clouds solidified in the sky. A brilliant sword light, with no beginning or end, no origin or destination, filled the entire night sky.

With Aiven's wrath of nearly burning ten million Golden Lions, it effortlessly blasted through the opposing conical breath with divine power of equivalent level.

However, at the brink of contact, the "God of Rotting Flies," who reacted in time, opened the two-headed maggot body's terrifying mouthparts, resembling a serrated tunnel, and activated the [Gluttony] power to bite down fiercely.

Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!...

The ghastly mouthparts seemed to connect to another dimension, and even though the brilliant sword light vibrated continually, it still, under relentless gnawing, trickled into that stomach connected to a different dimension.

Of course, even in this overwhelmingly powerful sword strike, the "God of Rotting Flies" wasn't completely unscathed, as the edges of its mouth gradually tore with deep wounds, dripping golden-green divine blood onto the ground.

Rumble...

The ground seemed to have suffered continuous bombardment, erupting with massive clouds of dust amid the roaring explosions.

Simultaneously, the large circle of "spiral cone flies" around, born due to the "mythic form," was rendered extinct in one strike, owing hymns to it desperately.

Only then did the "God of Rotting Flies," in the form of the [Gluttonous Maggot], truly lay eyes on the insignificant ant that had slain its core beloved.

The eyes on the other head that hadn't bit into the sword light slightly contracted, and its mouthparts wriggled, slowly spitting out a word: "Saint?"

However, Aiven couldn't care less about its thoughts. Based on the feel of a Sword Master, realizing that his strike against the demigod was destined to fail, he accepted the reality.

At least he had always been very aware of his own capabilities.

Swoosh!

Taking advantage of the afterglow of the divine sword, the "Black Iron Cross Badge" on the back of his left hand, belonging to the Goddess' Saint, swiftly emerged. Raising it high above his head, a pure white Holy Light shot straight to the clouds and swiftly disappeared into the dark sky.

"I admit defeat, Boss, save me! Ah! Ah! Ah!..."

This cry for help resonated through the sky, stirring emotions, uttered with power and grandeur.

Yet, as the figure retreated rapidly without preparing to completely leave the battlefield, the "God of Rotting Flies," after a momentary hesitation, chose... to continue the attack.

From a demigod to an angel, forsaking his earthly sanctuary and losing most of his autonomy, what he gained in return was one of the most steadfast and reliable patrons in this world—a True God's protection!

In the past, he might not even dare to touch a regular Holy Professional of the Seven Gods Church.

But times are different now. The "Corrupt Odorous Crawler" dares to invade the body of a Bishop of the "Black Iron Cross Church," so the "God of Rotting Flies" certainly dares to target a Saint.

Besides, this time, it's for the True God's cause, allowing him to pull out all the stops.

"Obediently become my snack, ah!"

After completely swallowing that sword light worth millions, he once again opened his mouth wide, instantly causing a violent wind to rise.

Woo woo woo...

It seemed there was a black hole in his mouth, as air, sand, mud... even the drifting clouds on the horizon began to plummet rapidly towards it.

When Aiven transformed into the intangible form of the "Meteorological Spirit," attempting to escape the terrifying suction of the giant mouth, he shockingly discovered that even the moonlight, recently exposed by that sword, could not escape.

Prepared to initiate "King's Rook Castle" as a means of retreat.

He had stayed here to draw the fire and prevent the Evil God from venting his anger on the populace. But he wouldn't foolishly risk his own life when even his own safety was compromised.

However.

Dong! Dong! Dong!...

A sudden sound of bell tolls reverberated through the void, turning the area within a hundred kilometers radius around the mine back into daylight.

The "God of Rotting Flies" abruptly looked up, his roar exploding the firmament.

"Who are you going to eat?!"

A majestic golden figure seemed to fall from the sky like a radiant sun, raising a giant black cross high above his head, crashing it down fiercely onto the God of Rotting Flies' agape head.

Duang——

Knocking him harshly from the sky.

Boom!

An entire mountain range collapsed into a heap under the impact's violent tremor.

"Roar! Saint Angel Belenus, I no longer fear you!"

With a roar, the God of Rotting Flies, splattered with gold-green blood, threw off the broken mountain peak, transforming into a humanoid form with limbs, pouncing swiftly into the sky.

Bang! Rip!...

Immediately, amidst the fierce battle between the two Tier 5 Angels, a severe wind howled in the high sky, completely shredding the cloud layers. The thunderous roars resonated for miles as tiny cross-shaped spots continuously exploded, turning into stars dazzling on the horizon.

Left alone, Aiven, who escaped calamity, looked up at the chaotic night sky and exclaimed, "Saint Angel 666!!!"

This is the benefit of having a formidable backer.

The battle between the two angels did not last long. For those who could return to the Main God's Divine Country anytime, such ego battles were utterly meaningless.

Merely two minutes later, the apocalyptic scene in the sky began to subside.

The two angels reappeared, coldly confronting each other.

One was the "Saint Angel" Belenus, who had fully entered battle mode, wielding dual authorities over "War" and "Sun," with a halo similar to a solar crown adorning his head.

On his body, grand and masculinely heroic like a legendary ancient hero, he wore a shining battle armor seemingly condensed from sunlight, covered with a simple white robe.

On his shoulder rested a massive "black cross" taller than a person, made of black metal, adorned with tulip, wave, and thorn patterns, with crown-like sparkling rubies embedded at its four corners.

As the number one enforcer under the "Queen and Goddess of Navigation," he enjoyed numerous honorable titles such as "Flag Bearer of the Goddess," "Bell Ringer," "Highest-Ranking Angel," "Sun Crown," and more.

On the other side, the "God of Rotting Flies" was a gaunt male with a sickly pale face covered in dark green scale armor, behind him were two pairs of transparent wings resembling those of a fly, holding a peculiarly designed long spear.

Perhaps, at this time, he would be better called "Angel of Disease."

Belenus furrowed his brows, without rebuking his opponent for daring to attack his Saint:

"Baalzebub, you've joined the ranks of the God of Black Wings? Why? What led you, who have been solitary for millennia, to make this decision?"

Clearly, the transformation of this "old acquaintance" from demigod to angel concerned him more, and its impact was even more profound.

"Of course it's because the great 'God of Black Wings' generously provided us with an opportunity.

Not just me, inevitably, more and more gods will join us in the future. Perhaps when 'that day' comes, Belenus, you will be begging pathetically before me. Oh hahaha..."

"Take care!"

Finished speaking, the "Angel of Disease," without mentioning his beloved and Saint, transformed into flowing light and disappeared in the Material World.

Watching the departing back of the opponent, Belenus couldn't help falling into deep thought.

"The God of Black Wings" currently portrayed as the 'God of Capital and Wealth,' but evidently connecting a group of ancient gods and evil gods.

Though indeed the spread of capital could potentially incite feudal kingdom opposition, is gathering so many evil gods to safeguard capital? What benefits could these entities possibly derive from this?

Whoosh!

Descending from high above to the ground, gazing at Aiven coming forward to express his gratitude, he spoke solemnly:

"His Majesty Galliot, the situation seems off; the goddess may require you and the alliance to push the 'Great Navigation' trend to its fullest."