They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 378 The Power of Plague
"Wow!" the children exclaimed, then reached back and pulled out durians, ready to throw them off the tree.

Little Swarth immediately bristled, and taking advantage of the crowd's inattention, he extended tentacles from behind them, grabbed their clothes, and threw them down.

It didn't know what would happen if a durian hit its head, but it was determined to smash those people's butts with durians.

Finally, the unfortunate kids cried and said they would never do it again, while they ate the durian that had been smashed open.

The strong smell caused the disorderly individuals ahead to frequently turn around, and finally, one of them couldn't help but curse.

"Who (Endles swear word) is eating shit!?"

"This isn't poop, it's imported tropical fruit!"

The gap between rich and poor also exists among the disorderly population. Some people have never seen a durian: "So what's the difference between it and shit?"

"It tastes better than shit."

The group started arguing, and eventually, for reasons unknown, they gathered together for a picnic, sharing local specialties from their hometowns. Of course, this only applied to those who carried mysterious items that could store their belongings.

People who don't have that kind of thing can sit and wait for others to distribute food, and they are quite happy.

Their leisurely existence here was inseparable from the suppression of Hephaestus and his group in the Dream Realm, and the light of the Angel of Life had a purifying effect on the source of the plague. Soon, they fell down with a shriek, turning into ashes.

"Disinfect, disinfect, it's filthy!" The witches sprayed potion on the ashes, then took out containers to collect them, probably wanting to study them thoroughly and create new potions.

"It's rare that Hephaestus can be of any use." Ria leaned against the tree trunk, still exhausted, but feeling a sense of accomplishment.

See, even God is not without solutions.

The Angel of Life still hovered in the sky, the divine gears around him constantly turning, making a "click-clack" sound. The steam generated by those gears lingered around him, glowing bright and translucent with a scarlet light.

The disorderly people had some free time and began to rest, chatting with familiar people or strangers. Someone noticed Elfin, who was alone in the distance, and pulled him over for a picnic.

Elfin felt a little guilty. After all, he was still an investigator. Although the association might kick him out or kill him if they found out the truth, he was surrounded by outcasts who had been ruthless in their fight against the source of the plague.

Although these people felt that their methods were normal and nothing to be amazed about, they were still too horrifying for Alfen, who had only recently contracted contamination.

Just now, someone even cut open their stomach and used the hardened intestines as a whip. This is truly horrifying!
But in stark contrast to this, they were all quite friendly.

The contrast was too great, which made Erfen feel a sense of unreality.

For some reason, he suddenly looked at Ria by the tree and realized that the young man was sitting in the shade of the tree, smiling at all of them, and then told little Swarth to go and play with everyone.

Even with the company of mythical creatures, his figure still appeared so lonely.

"Goo?"

Little Swarth turned his head and tilted it to look at Ria, only to find that his host had already lowered his head and closed his eyes.

The crimson light in the sky intensified. The angels did not approve of Ria's actions, but now all the plague doctors were dead and it would take time for them to recover. During this time, no one could stop Ria.

His consciousness sank into darkness, where a spider, as if waiting for a long time, led him into a dreamlike realm.

“My Lord, the Lady has successfully restrained the plague. Once you devour it, the power over the plague will be entirely yours.”

"I still prefer you to call me Trade, or just my name."

I am not qualified to address you by your name directly.

The spider crawled along, leading Ria through a rather long distance.

At this moment, the plague, which was bound, seemed to sense something and moved its body, but was strangled even more by the spider web, which almost severed its bones.

"I see, so this is your plan."

The plague lay on the ground, sneering: "You imprisoned me so that you could use my divinity to seize my authority."

"Not only that, He can even take away all four of your ownership rights."

Sherger exclaimed, "Isn't divinity a very convenient thing? If used properly, it may even be possible to reverse the prophecies of Revelation."

"But have you ever considered that He might be using you as well?"

"It doesn't matter, as long as my Lord is happy, that's all that matters. His happiness reduces the risk of things getting out of control, so making Him happy is the most important thing."

Look, we're using each other. He's happy, I'm happy, we're both happy, only you're not.

Honestly, you're a bit of a loner.

But... the thought that you would be angry, even impotently furious, about these things makes me even happier.

Hephaestus was a master of the art of language and knew how to speak in a way that would anger people, while the Night Demon beside him was responsible for intimidation, rendering the knight unable to move.

A moment later, He turned His head and looked to one side.

[God has arrived]

Sherger followed His gaze and saw a young man with a cane and a top hat walking from the end of the road. His pace was unhurried, and his monocle reflected the miniature of everything in front of him.

The pupils behind the lenses are made of pure gold.

"This is incredible, absolutely incredible."

Sherger: "It seems that my Lord came prepared this time, and even gave his body to God."

The plague finally couldn't help but ask, "Isn't the 'Lord' you speak of a god?"

"Of course not. As I said, the divine spark is just a useful object. I value that consciousness more than the divine spark."

"Let me tell you an interesting story. A long time ago, my original self specially selected many souls for today and threw them in one place. Those souls were corrupted and devoured each other, and the one that survived in the end became the mind of a god."

"And this one is a survivor from that time. Isn't that incredible? Among those souls were not only humans, but also wild beasts and even supernatural beings. Yet, the souls of the humans survived."

"Some people say that humans are very fragile, but I don't think so. I think they really have infinite potential. In the entire universe, you would hardly find a group that is both smarter and more foolish than them."

Personally, I greatly admire humanity; observing them always brings me endless pleasure. That's why my main body has so many human clones.

Ria continued walking toward the Plague Knight who was unable to move on the ground. His thoughts were strange; he seemed to act solely on instinct, yet he also seemed to understand everything thoroughly. However, if he pondered deeply about those things he understood, he would gain nothing and become confused.

When she finally stood in front of the Plague Knight, Ria realized that the knight was much larger than she had seen before, with his head alone being half her length.

Moreover, He is a genuine deity, and obtaining His authority is no easy task.

However, when the original god devoured the source of the plague, it did steal a small portion of the plague's authority.

Then let's repeat the steps we took then.

Ria touched the plague helmet, and long-absent black mist reappeared in the sky above the Dreamland. Soon, something seemed to cast its gaze upon them from behind the mist, while Ria's own body grew increasingly faint. "You intend to reveal your mythical creature form here!?"

Not only the Plague Knight, but also Sherger, Night Demon, and Atlach were startled by Ria's madness. If that mythical creature really appeared here, at least 60% of the surface species in the Dreamland could be wiped out.

Moreover, if those species manage to awaken in reality after losing their consciousness, they will likely become either vegetative or mentally challenged.

And this is only based on the fact that Ria is currently only a meme of five.

"You're even more reckless than I imagined—"

The Plague Knight gritted his teeth, but suddenly he burst into laughter: "But this is the moment I've been waiting for. Why can only the divine be allowed to devour my authority, but I can't devour you? Who gave you the audacity to stand before me now?"

Suddenly a crack appeared in the mouth of His helmet, and the hidden skull opened its mouth, revealing a black hole-like thing inside. Clearly, the plague gave up expending its energy after realizing that it could not break free in a short time.

He began to ponder Hephaestus's meaning and then devised this method.

In His view, Ria would come here sooner or later, and He would take advantage of their arrogance and their belief that their plan was flawless to devour their divinity.

"Arrogance will become the weapon that kills you all."

The black hole's suction was even stronger. Almost instantly, Ria conjured a huge wall in front of him to block his mouth, but unexpectedly, the wall was sucked into the knight's mouth as if it had suddenly entered a crusher.

Night Demon clenched his claws and slammed them down on Plague's head. Ria reacted quickly, waving his hand to summon countless tentacles that fell from the black mist, slamming the knight's body into the ground.

Instantly, countless pebbles and spider silk were sucked into the black hole, and the already unstable cliff finally collapsed.

As everyone plummeted to the bottom, the Night Demon quickly flapped its enormous wings, looked up at the sky, and discovered that the black mist was gradually fading, with countless golden points of light casting their gazes in their direction.

But His image shouldn't have been like this; the fact that it has become like this only shows that the appearance of the mythical creature was interrupted.

"Shh!"

The Night Demon swooped down.

……

Lia felt intense pain all over his body. He didn't know where he was. He guessed that he had fallen off a cliff and ended up in a terrible state.

The previous injuries hadn't fully healed, and now there were new ones. Sometimes, not being able to die is truly a terrifying thing.

But now he was glad he was still alive. He still had things to do, the power over the plague had not yet been obtained, and he could not stay here.

Just as he was about to use his werewolf abilities to transform into other creatures and move around, a white light suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Snapped!"

Someone turned on the light, and Ria suddenly found herself lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by patients with strange and unusual illnesses.

The doctor who turned on the light was wearing protective clothing, wrapped up in layers upon layers. Looking at the patients lying in the beds, he asked warily, "Is anyone alive today? Raise your hand if you are."

Lia suddenly realized that she seemed to have fallen into an ordinary dream again, and she didn't know why it had to be at this time.

But he still raised his hand: "Doctor, what's wrong with us?"

"You have contracted a contagious terminal illness. Unfortunately, there is no cure for this disease, at least not at present."

"So these people around me..."

"Yes, they're all dead. You're lucky you can hold on a little longer."

Soon, the doctors carried out the deceased patients, and a new batch of patients quickly took their place.

Everyone's illness is different, but they all wear expressions of despair.

Lia asked them, "What illness do you have?"

"do not know."

When did you get sick?

They didn't know either.

An eerie silence fell over the ward. Someone coughed incessantly, and then coughed up dark red blood, which stained the white sheets and floor.

It looked absolutely shocking.

Finally, someone looked at Ria and asked, "Do you want us to die?"

Ria asked, puzzled, "Why would I want you dead?"

"Someone released a virus, breaking the plague curse, and the plague knights punished humanity, causing countless deaths and injuries."

But we are innocent, why should we suffer these hardships for no reason...?

If gods truly exist, would they really have mercy on us?

Ria: "Probably not."

"As long as the Plague Knight is not destroyed, we can not achieve true health, and humanity will always live in his shadow."

The patient lowered his head and said, "It would be better if He were dead."

"He will definitely die."

"I think it's us who will die."

Suddenly, everyone turned to look at Ria.

“If you devour the authority of the plague, you will be the new plague knight, and you will be the new source of our hatred.”

"You will spread pollution and kill us, kill all of us! Do you still want to go back to your original home? Are you trying to kill us all?! Aren't all these parallel universes enough as experimental subjects and reference standards for your dreams?!"

Those people's tone became increasingly hostile, giving Ria a headache.

He patted his head, and a large number of twisted tentacles shot out from the shadows and pierced the heads of those people. Instantly, Ria felt much more at peace.

"You think you can influence me with such paltry tricks? You really don't understand me at all, Sir Knight."

"What do I care about their lives or deaths? I've already wiped out countless people, so I don't care about adding a few thousand or tens of thousands more."

"As for the outcome, you don't need to worry about it. You should just hand over the reins to me and retire."

As he spoke, the dream suddenly shattered, and the Plague Knight of reality opened his maw at him. If Atlak hadn't blocked him, he would probably have been devoured very soon.

(End of this chapter)