Lord of Mysterious Wizard-Chapter 1323 - 212: I Am Her Husband

In a ridiculous, grotesque, and foul-smelling Rotten Universe, the singing rotten Clan and All Gods at this moment are enduring the attack from the "Death God Camp."

The Rotten Divine System is very powerful, so powerful that they almost fear no faction in the boundless mystery.

And they have also picked up the bad habit of their Sovereign, often claiming to be the "father" of their enemies in battle.

They even seriously propose the following logic: Our Father God is the father of the Divines you believe in, so we are your fathers too.

Undoubtedly, wherever they go, they get beaten.

But with strength too great, and having reached a certain level of Undying and immortal, the Rotten Divine System has almost no scruples.

Yet at this moment, they encounter their Buster.

When the Death God Camp collectively descended, their joyful and ridiculous singing completely ceased.

The first Death God to break free from the Divine conflict zone arrived in the Rotten World.

He appeared as a tall human male, clad in a black robe and holding a scythe, with pale skin but severe dark circles, a conventional Grim Reaper appearance, not uncommon.

Yet the Divine Aura he exuded indicated he was a "Powerful Death God."

Tang Qi had been watching, and naturally, instantly knew his identity and venerable name.

"Divine Entity: Late Age of Ignorance ascended Powerful Death God 'Wang', one of the oldest members in the Death God Camp, and one of the most dutiful, governing the deaths of billions of beings across thousands of Cosmic Dimensions..."

Although the number of Death Gods Tang Qi had seen was still not many, at this moment Tang Qi felt he had discovered a little pattern.

The fewer the characters in the venerable name of a Death God, the stronger?

Death Gods with single-character venerable names are either Powerful Death Gods or Ancient Reapers.

Just as Tang Qi was pondering whether to verify this pattern, the first arrived Death God, upon seeing the "Death Girl" bound to the giant bed, turned icy cold to the extreme and took action directly.

"You shall return to Death."

"Hoo"

A fearful yet beautifully peculiar scene silently unfolded.

A gray cold wind swept through, and at least tens of millions of rotten beings fell neatly like harvested straw.

They could no longer sing, and their strange vitality began disappearing.

They really seemed to turn into masses of "rotting flesh," accelerating their decay until only white bones appeared, then decomposing in the wind, vanishing without a trace.

And this was only the beginning.

Next, from those patches of Black Spots, more and more Death Gods broke free from Divine vortices, descending upon the Rotten Kingdom.

Then in Tang Qi's ears, voices of extreme coldness suppressing anger arose and fell.

"To anger Death, is to return to Nihility."

"To desecrate Death, is to find no Peace."

"All things die, all things are no more."

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Many polymaths and mystical scholars of different species civilizations in the boundless mystery had speculated what kind of Destruction would be wrought if the Death Gods exercised their Authority not gently, but with anger and without restraint, spreading Death everywhere.

These speculations, similar to topics like "Lady of the Night withdrawing the Dark Night" or "Earth Mother Goddess succumbing to Sorrow," have always been hot topics.

Different scholars have different opinions.

And now, Tang Qi saw it with his own eyes.

When the Death Gods unleashed Death without restraint, whatever Life they gazed upon began to die, even being thoroughly erased by the sweeping Death Wind.

"Life is as fragile as grass!"

A thought suddenly arose in Tang Qi's heart.

The Extraordinary Creatures following the Rotten Father God, those Clans and Subordinate Gods, had achieved Undying because of their rotten yet alive state.

It was a very ancient and strange "Active Breath," the source clearly being the Sovereign who claimed to be Father of All Spirits.

Because of this state, the likes of the Rotten Divine System had always been rampant.

From the once powerful Bright Pope Charles I's helplessness against the Second Rotten Head coexisting with Ludwig, their troublesome nature was apparent.

But now, their reliance has failed.

In Tang Qi's eyes, hundreds of billions of rotten beings were truly killed by the Death God Camp.

This included the rotten Subordinate Gods.

They held on longer, but still, one after another, the "rotten All Spirits" fell because of the focused attacks from the Death Gods.

Despite this, the Rotten Divine System did not retreat.

The same shocking scene, those ridiculous, grotesque, yet terrifying beings, knowing full well that as long as they blocked the Death Gods from approaching the Death Girl, they would be erased immediately.

But strangely, none retreated.

Various bizarre forms of rotten life kept obstructing the descending Death Gods, with no retreat even in disappearance.

"As expected, a Divine System with a Sovereign trapped in sluggishness since the Origin Era, yet still not destroyed, must have something special."

"Such mad faith is exceedingly rare among numerous Divine Faction camps."

"Factions like the Light Camp, filled with Fake Believers, cannot be compared at all."

As Tang Qi murmured in his heart, his face gradually grew solemn.

At this moment, it seems the Death God Camp clearly has the upper hand. Due to the absence of a Sovereign in the Rotten Divine System and the suppression of "Rot Authority" by "Death Authority," the defeat of the latter is swift, exceeding normal Divine System Wars.

As the Death Gods seem poised for a complete victory, Tang Qi feels an ominous premonition rising in his heart.

That premonition quickly turned into reality.

In front of the giant membrane encasing the Rotten Father God, led by "Wang," a dozen Powerful Death Gods tore open a path through the almost endless battle formation of rotten beings, moving towards the giant bed.

A giant bed formed by countless rotten Divine Artifacts would originally launch a frenzied attack on the invader, but as those dozen figures appeared, the giant bed immediately began to accelerate its decay.

Without releasing a single attack, it transformed into a thin, large gray-black sheet of paper, swaying as it shattered and disappeared.

"Hel, we're going home."

Unexpectedly, the voice of the Powerful Death God "Wang" was very young and gentle.

If one only heard this sentence, no one could imagine that it had once wiped out millions of rotten life forms with a single word.

"Let's go!"

"Leave, this place disgusts me."

"We should go, I believe they have tasted the flavor of death."

"I have a foreboding feeling, let's leave."

Having already defeated the rotten gods, a group of Death Gods surrounded and prepared to escort the Death Girl Hel away from the battlefield.

This scene was enough to prove that the Death God camp indeed dislikes war.

Unfortunately, they could not leave smoothly.

The reason why the Death God camp could defeat the rotten god system so swiftly, aside from the latter's Sovereign being reclusive,

The other reason was that previously, over a dozen rotten gods with "Powerful" levels had chosen self-sacrifice, thereby opening a gap in the giant membrane enveloping the Father God.

They succeeded, a pungent stench of rotten illusionary gases surged forth.

Inside the membrane, an unimaginably huge "rotten body" opened its eyes completely at this moment.

Its gaze originally focused on the boundless mystery, on the rot within countless worlds' life forms.

But just as the Death Gods were about to leave, it turned its gaze to them.

The Rotten Universe solidified once more.

The Death Gods immediately realized they could not relocate and depart.

They turned their heads, watching as the originally narrow gap began to split open.

Boom!

Boom, boom, boom!

Within the Rotten Universe, it seemed as though a low, evil drum beating dissolved souls, and amidst the loud booms, the divine bodies of the Death Gods were frozen in place.

They watched helplessly as a pair of severely rotten but seemingly eternally existent arms tore the gap completely apart.

"Boom!"

The Death Gods saw it, and so did Tang Qi.

Inside the shattered giant membrane, a massive, rotten, boiling, roaring entity was staring at them.

It seemed to be situated in the deepest part of the boundless mystery, where all things, the universe or otherwise, rotated and dissolved before it, merging with it and rotting together.

It appeared to be the source of everything, unfathomably ancient.

It was like the "aggregate" of all the rotten flesh in this world, a chaos-disturbing, unseeable, indescribable boiling entity.

Time or space had no meaning to it.

It was ancient, terrifying, and magnificent.

"Rotten Father God!"

Even Tang Qi could not help but utter this name from the depths of his heart.

And then, a scene that caused the Death Gods to change their expressions appeared between both sides.

Death and rot, two divine auras inexplicably converging.

Accompanied by surging illusionary chaos, an extremely ancient contract was formed.

It bore contents that the Death Gods had "forgotten": The Death God camp must not invade the Rotten Universe!

They violated the contract, hence the contract was being torn apart at this moment.

When that contract, existing since the Origin Era, completely vanished, a low, hoarse, mighty voice suddenly resounded throughout the Rotten Universe.

It had just detached from sloth, but it instantly knew everything that had happened.

"My children... Offer me a Death Girl... Is she my bride?"

"... Hence, you cannot take her away... Do not defy your Father."

"Boom"

Each word uttered by the Dominator-level Spirits carried the power of law.

The "Death Girl Hel," whom they were about to rescue, vanished in the blink of an eye from the Death Gods' encirclement.

When she reappeared, she was clenched in the palm of a rotten hand.

"Disgusting and ugly..."

Hel's curse couldn't be finished; her form began to transform.

Visibly, a Death Girl vanished, replaced by a gigantic, beautiful black flower exuding a strong divine scent.

"From now on, I am not her Father, I am her husband."

"So beautiful, resembling... who is it? Red? Or Black? I have rotted for too long, and some memories have decayed along with it."

The words concluded as the rotten hand holding the flower into which Hel had transformed forced itself deeper into its body.

The scene resembled not a wedding ceremony, but rather devouring the opposite.

When this scene occurred, the chilling, death-filled breeze that had ceased began to blow once more.

And gradually, it seemed poised to transform into a storm.

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