Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 276: Chapter 67: The Bet_3

“I bet not a single human dares to draw their sword against the gods, do you?”

By voicing his opinion first, the Sea Emperor didn’t think they would choose to ‘resist’ with ‘force’ in the face of the deity’s manipulation of natural forces. That way, at least he wouldn’t lose.

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Meanwhile, within Aurora City.

The water churned continuously, pouring out inch by inch from the river not far from the city walls, as if the downstream was blocked, the river water spilling out towards both banks without a place to go.

At the end of the land, a blue ‘line’ gradually revealed its traces, followed by a slight, deafening roar of beasts.

“Your Excellency.”

Next to the Sacred Fire, High Priest Momon had, at some point, taken off his ceremonial robe adorned with lightning patterns. He stood beside a vague and undefined mist, his expression respectful and submissive.

“As per your prior instructions, everything has been arranged. However, about the previous oracle… ”

“Don’t worry.”

The fleeting voice came from the mist, and its owner seemed to be in a very good mood.

“Over these years, I have also mostly figured out the rules of the mortal realm. Since gods fundamentally cannot truly wield their power on the land, then there isn’t much to be afraid of them. The Sea God might send down a storm or flood, which might be terrifying for a city, but for me, it hardly counts for anything. Even you now wouldn’t simply die from a flood.”

With a slight sensing, the patterns spread throughout the human city became clearly visible, and for this, Mephisto was very satisfied.

To test its effects, the demon had made attempts before. Over the past few months, the souls of the dead had been bound by the abilities affiliated with the patterns, resulting in their delay in returning to their rightful places.

However, it was about time. If the gods didn’t take action soon, Mephisto would start to become impatient. After all, these lingering souls might at any moment attract the attention of the deities of the Spirit Realm. Although there were many creatures on the land now, they might not pay attention to such a small amount, but humans were, after all, beings of Wisdom.

Three months was almost at the limit. Any longer, and there was a risk of exposure. On such a major matter, Mephisto would not trust ‘probability.’

“You did well, Momon.”

With offhand praise, although in the devil’s perception, the human in front of him did not seem as reverent as he appeared to be, he did not care much about it.

After all, saying one thing and doing another was the basic skill once possessed by Silver Humanity.

“Once I accept the rewards from the Lord of the Nine Hells, as the first human who sided with me, you will also receive what you desire.”

“As for now… let’s enjoy this rare spectacle together.”

“Thank you very much, Your Excellency. The destruction of Bronze Humanity is indeed a rare sight to behold.”

Bowing slightly, as if he didn’t care that the ‘spectacle’ to be ‘enjoyed’ was the death of his kind, Momon respectfully replied.

Contrary to his expectations, the demon negated his assumption.

“No, that’s not what I’m referring to.”

“What I call ‘a rare sight to behold’ is the death of this Sea God’s Divine Child who rides the waves.”

Speaking leisurely, Mephisto seemed to have chuckled.

“The death of a Divine Child is quite interesting, isn’t it?”

“…Yes.”

Turning his head towards the direction where the sounds of the waves and beastly roars came from, although Momon’s gaze could not penetrate the barrier, for some reason, he indeed felt a bit of anticipation at that moment.

In his heart, Momon really wanted to know, when the offspring of deities died, how different were they from mortals?