Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 685 - 241: Taking Shape_2

"Don’t rush, wait a bit longer,"

La’s eyes slightly lifted, as if responding.

The scene above the Sea of Origin was not merely a display of power. The strength of the Outer God was enough to easily crush the resistance of the three Gods, but their slight ability to resist was because the Mortal Realm’s war had not yet been decided.

Therefore, the power constituting the chessboard was somewhat protecting them—but it was clear to everyone that the struggle of the three Gods likely couldn’t last much longer.

"The chessboard has been spread, no one can leave, unless, any of you can break free from the World Power that constitutes the chessboard, and then defeat the Outer God in a head-on confrontation."

La’s gaze narrowed as he glanced around.

Aside from the Pillar Gods who had yet to make a move, only three remained: Earth God Geb, God of Underworld Osiris, and Nephthys, protector of both the living and the Undead. In reality, this was a result he had intentionally brought about.

The enemy’s methods were more numerous than he had anticipated, but La was not without countermeasures.

"You can’t do it, and neither can I."

"All we can do now is make as many preparations as possible for the next step."

...

Your next chapter awaits on novelbuddy

Tearing—

On the land, beneath the towering trees, the harsh combat continued.

Kash had underestimated Aaron’s preparations; the seemingly poisonous version of Fountain’s water could actually be influenced by man. The ant bridge he had constructed was quickly extinguished by the waves, once again stalling the offensive.

But it seemed like Aaron’s tactics had also reached their limit. When Kash ordered his army to use the most primitive method to transport soil and rubble, trying to fill the moat with a do-or-die approach, the countdown to close combat began.

The Spring of Life was ineffective against the lifeless, and a path was easily filled by the endless insects and jackals, even though the water kept churning.

The inundating army surged like a tide, clashing with the soldiers who had been soaked in the Fountain’s water in advance.

Things then slid towards the direction Aaron least wanted to see. Although the desert’s insects and jackals were temporarily unable to contend with the soldiers soaked in the Fountain’s water, their numbers were a thousand to ten thousand times that of the Guards.

They fearlessly crossed the defense lines, rampaging freely in the tents at the rear.

The camp boiled with panic, as people scrambled, running in all directions.

Stamping, pushing, even intentionally tripping others to clear a path for themselves, the sinfulness of human nature was unmistakably exposed.

Accompanying this was a series of thunderous sounds; the booms came from The Sky, and the rainwater trickled down from the void.

"Will we fail, sir?"

Aaron, who had already discarded his sword for killing, used a broad door panel to smash to death a cluster of venomous insects in front of him.

The gap created was quickly filled by the others that followed, undaunted and untiring.

"No, others I’m not sure of, but you, you will definitely be among the last to die."

Letting out a breath, Aaron felt like a reef in the vast sea.

If things reached the most critical point, he would decisively lead his people back to the vicinity of the Fountain’s source, establishing the most solid defense line.

But it wasn’t time to do that yet; he was still waiting for a turn in events.

"The power granted to the Great Prophet by God might be beyond our imagination; it’s just a matter of seeing whether he has the heart to strike decisively."

"Ha, but then again, I don’t know whether I truly hope for him to be ruthless or prefer him to stay as he is. Humans are such a contradiction."

What Messe could sense, Aaron naturally could as well.

When he made the offerings of The Faithless to the great trees, he also noticed changes in the towering trees.

Whether it was a coincidence or there was some connection, Aaron did not know. But at least he knew they wouldn’t fall here.

Boom—

Another Fallen Star, even larger than the previous ones.

A hole was smashed through the branches of the great tree, and rainwater poured in a slant.

The panic in the crowd intensified. At this point, Messe must have also realized the severity of the situation.

"Never mind, we continue, and you guys also try to give me a chance,"

"What?"

"That person."

Looking towards Kash in the surging darkness, Aaron smiled: "Whether we retreat or not, I have to kill him first."

"A snake can’t move without a head, nor can a bird fly. Without their leader, these insects and jackals will be much easier to deal with."

"Their numbers might indeed be endless, but as their master, I wonder if this man has an Undying Body?"

Undying is naturally a joke; Hemenu does not have Undying.

So, crouching low and pretending to flee in panic, Aaron signaled his most capable assistants to charge with him.

If it weren’t for the Spring of Life, Aaron, as Messe’s brother and at his age, would not have had the strength to charge into battle.

······

Crack—

Like a bolt of lightning streaking across the boundless surface of the water, it stirred up tremendous waves.

When Aaron intended to strike at Kash amidst the surge of insects, in the Void, the power that had been protecting Seth suddenly dropped.

Although things hadn’t started yet, the outcome seemed to have been foretold.

Foll𝑜w current novels on fɾēewebnσveℓ.com.

In this situation, had Seth chosen to curl up beside the Rain God and the Sky Goddess, he might have been able to survive a bit longer. However, feeling this change, he still pressed forward unabated.

"Seth... how did I not realize before that he is so valiant."

"Had I known, I might have changed the order, let Geb act before him, and saved him for later."

A slight regret passed through his heart, but it was fleeting.