HPxLOTM: A Wizard's Path to Divinity-Chapter 716: Die Together

Very soon, all the spheres of light shot upward at incredible speed, assembling into an arm that was unmistakably inhuman. It braced itself against the Gate of Flesh and Blood and forced its way outward with brute strength, causing the entire "Gate of Flesh and Blood"—no, the entire divine kingdom, and even the whole Astral World—to tremble violently, as if struck by a massive earthquake.

At that very moment, silver lightning, blazing flames, and endless streams of spirituality—countless living symbols—poured one after another into the Gate of Flesh and Blood. They fused into a terrifyingly powerful force, gradually forcing that arm back, inch by inch, out of the gate.

However, behind the gate, a boundless, surging tide of blood suddenly erupted, swallowing the power of those three authorities in an instant. Seizing that opening, the gigantic figure formed purely from "spheres of light" managed to pass through the Gate of Flesh and Blood. It immediately began to collapse and layer in on itself, initiating a horrifying recomposition. In response, dark fissures from the void tore open one after another in the surrounding space.

Those dark fissures then transformed into streaks of starlight-like energy that shot straight into the rift in the sky. Within the already shattered barrier, they opened Gate after Gate of Flesh and Blood. Behind each gate appeared residual phantoms torn from the bodies of different Outer Deities—visions so corruptive that even a Sequence 2 angel, if they looked directly at them, might be contaminated and lose control on the spot.

At last, the "spheres of light" completed their final recomposition, transforming into Bethel Abraham, clad in a blood-red robe—the being everyone knew and revered as Mr. Door.

His expression was twisted in agonising pain. His eyes, deep as the starry sky, looked into the distance as he spoke with immense difficulty, "Kill...me..."

Grisha Adam gripped the cross in his hand. The colossal phantom behind him trembled slightly, and in the next instant, all the countless mirrors were annihilated. Cheek snorted coldly. Her long black hair moved without wind, transforming into black venomous snakes and writhing tentacles. Just as She was about to act, Her gaze suddenly turned vacant, and Her body froze in place—

Grisha Adam had already invaded Her mind world.

"Kill me!!"

Mr. Door cried out in pain once more. Behind him, within the Gate of Flesh and Blood, tides of viscous flesh and blood began to pour forth. The moment these tides surged out, they rapidly converged and rushed toward both sides of the tear in the barrier, further corroding and tearing it apart, completely undoing all the repairs Grisha Adam had made earlier.

Yet throughout all this, Adam’s expression remained calm, devoid of any panic. He merely tilted his head slightly upward and looked at Mr. Door.

"Bethel," he said softly, "do you remember our previous transaction?"

Mr. Door’s pupils contracted sharply. Memories that should not have existed suddenly surged into his mind—more precisely, memories that had been erased through Adam’s hypnosis.

For the past hundred years, he had believed that his deal with Adam—the True Creator—had been to exchange the Uniqueness of the Door pathway for his own lucidity.

But the memories now resurfacing told him that the truth was not like that at all.

A terrifying aura erupted from Mr. Door’s body—power beyond that of gods, a level beyond divinity. It was the aura of a Great Old One, of a Pillar, of the existence known as the Lord of the Mysteries.

Grisha Adam said calmly, "Now."

A faint smile bloomed on Mr. Door’s face.

"Thank you."

In the very next second, relying on his remaining shred of consciousness, he reversed his direction and stepped back through the Gate of Flesh and Blood. At the instant the tide of flesh and blood surged forth, Mr. Door’s body detonated violently, exploding into countless star-lit insects. Carrying an unstoppable force of annihilation, they obliterated the flesh-and-blood tide entirely—and without losing momentum, they surged straight toward the crimson moon in the sky: theMother Goddess of Depravity.

"AAAAAAAH!!!"

An enraged and low, hoarse roar echoed through the starry astral world. It was the Mother Goddess’s cry of agony upon being struck. This authority, imbued with the spatial power of the Lord of the Mysteries, directly sliced the space around the moon into countless independent segments. Even the Mother Goddess of Depravity Herself was inevitably split apart for a brief moment.

Furious, She chanted a single name:

"Mysteries!"

Mysteries, true to its name—

At that instant, the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings was utterly baffled. He had originally planned to quietly wait for the next destined individual to ascend and become the Lord of the Mysteries, yet for some inexplicable reason, He had been forcibly awakened.

Before He could react in any way, He was forcibly kicked offline once again, plunging back into chaos.

At the same time, the Mother Goddess’s avatar, Christine, seized the fleeting moment when the Goddess was injured by Mr. Door’s self-destruction. She silently infiltrated the moon and, relying on the fact that She and the Mother Goddess were essentially the same being, effortlessly captured the half of the Brood Hive that had been split off.

Without hesitation, She fled toward the depths of the cosmos.

"AAAAAAAH!!"

Mother Goddess of Depravity plunged into frenzied rage. The surging tide of flesh and blood rapidly congealed into an exquisitely beautiful woman, who chased straight toward Christine’s direction—

After all, the very reason She had sought to invade Earth was to seize the other half of the Brood Hive. Yet the moment the war began, not only had She failed to obtain Earth’s half, She had even lost Her own half instead. How could such a result not drive Her to utter fury?

She no longer cared about the agreements She had reached with the other Outer Deities. Retrieving Her half of the Brood Hive came first.

Grisha Adam extended his hand and caught a pair of eyeballs that seemed to be forged from pure starlight, within which layers upon layers of illusory doors were hidden. Then he took out a rigid, motionless Worm of Stars that still retained faint traces of vitality. He placed it together with those two extraordinary characteristics of the Key of Stars, leaving behind a slim possibility for Mr. Door’s resurrection.

At that moment, Grisha Adam raised his head once more and looked toward the rift filled with Gates of Flesh and Blood. Behind him, the towering phantom tens of thousands of meters high swung the cross condensed from radiant light, forcing the Outer Deities beyond the barrier to avoid its edge. Immediately after, he threw out the Blasphemy Slate, sealing it into the breach in the barrier and blocking every single Gate of Flesh and Blood along with it.

The Blasphemy Slate instantly became illusory, as though it had connected to an endless sea that contained all colours and all possibilities. That sea roared and surged, swallowing and blocking the crimson tide pouring in from the starry sky, then swiftly drew together the torn barrier and restored it.

For a time, furious roars echoed from the starry sky beyond the rift—howls of unwillingness and rage from the Outer Deities.

It was only then that Cheek finally expelled Grisha Adam’s personality from Her mind world and regained consciousness. Yet what greeted Her was the sight of the repelled Outer Deities and the repaired barrier.

In the past, this would naturally have been good news for Her. But for the present Her—now branded a "traitor to the sphere"—it could not have been worse.

She pinched Her fingers, intending to act, but after a few seconds, She gave up. Then She let out a soft laugh, retreated into a mirror, and vanished.

Meanwhile, on the other side, within that dark "kingdom" carpeted with Moon Flowers and Night Vanillas, the slaughter among three gods had also reached its conclusion.

Just as the God of Combat, manifested as the Twilight Giant, seized an opening and swung the longsword in his hand—condensing the authorities of decay and twilight, intending to deliver a fatal blow to the Evernight Goddess—he suddenly sensed something.

The longsword that had been cleaving toward the Evernight Goddess abruptly changed direction and slashed toward the Earth Mother behind him.

With a sharp chi—

The Earth Mother’s voluptuous body was cleaved cleanly in two. The deep brown wooden staff she had thrust out, intending to ambush the God of Combat, halted at once. Apology and astonishment were written across her face as she stared straight at him.

"Lilith! So it really was you!"

The God of Combat’s eyes erupted with flames of rage.

"It really is you!!!"

He stepped forward, further accelerating the Earth Mother’s decay, and swung his sword again. But this undoubtedly gave the Evernight Goddess enough of an opening.

Her gigantic scythe effortlessly severed the God of Combat’s head. The bird-shaped golden ornament in her hand flew out on its own, precisely inserting itself into the seam of the Twilight Giant’s helmet, applying the authority of Death to grant the God of Combat a complete and absolute "death."

In an instant, vitality was rapidly drained from the God of Combat’s headless body. His armour shattered and fell away, his skin cracked open with fissures that exuded the aura of death, as if he were about to collapse at any moment.

Yet he did not die just like that.

Instead, he suddenly abandoned his pursuit of the Earth Mother and took a single step, leaving the Evernight Goddess’s divine kingdom.

Gravely injured, the Earth Mother forced the land to sprout endless roots to obstruct him, while the Evernight Goddess continuously bestowed death upon him and attempted to conceal him. But for the God of Combat, who no longer cared about anything and was determined to leave, the effects were limited.

The headless God of Combat swung his longsword, sweeping away all obstacles in his path. With a sudden burst of force beneath his feet, his figure turned into a blur and vanished. When he reappeared, he was already within the Primordial Demoness’s divine kingdom.

He descended from the sky, his headless body emitting a howl of despair, "At worst, we die together!!!"

The massive longsword stabbed viciously into the barrier that was just one step away from being fully repaired. Then he slammed both hands downward with all his strength, and with a thunderous crash, the barrier was torn open once again.

"Die together!!!"

He poured out his very last trace of vitality, determined to rip the barrier open completely. At that moment, however, his movements suddenly froze.

Then he abruptly withdrew the longsword and slashed it fiercely down at his own headless body.

Boom.

The two halves of the God of Combat’s body smashed heavily into the ground, rapidly decaying, cracking, and finally collapsing entirely. Clumps upon clumps of orange-red Twilight pierced through that tranquil darkness and fell back into the real world.

Some landed on battlefields, killing countless soldiers outright.

Some crushed mountains, creating lakes that caused all living beings to age rapidly.

Some fused with certain lucky—or unlucky—creatures, turning them into mad yet powerful monsters.

Some enveloped the Great Twilight Hall outside Saint Millom, causing the solidified orange-red glow there to abruptly extinguish...

Roselle appeared, scratching his head as he looked up at the sky.

"Damn it. I just went to beat up the Hidden Sage for a bit, and the apocalypse shows up? I finally slept for over a hundred years in a pitch-dark mausoleum, ascended to godhood less than two weeks ago, and you throw this at me? Are you people insane or what? Fighting among yourselves at a time like this?!"

Above the firmament, the breach in the barrier was now even larger and deeper than before.

At that moment, golden light flickered in Grisha Adam’s eyes, revealing a childlike clarity and innocence. Calmly, he took a bottle of golden-yellow potion from his chest, twisted open the cap, and poured the liquid into his mouth.

In an instant, Roselle felt every hair on his body stand on end, a chill shooting straight to the crown of his head.

"You’re Adam!!!"

"You were Adam from the very beginning!!!"

——— 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

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