Volume Dragon: Start by obtaining the Infinity Gems

Chapter 325: Vecna’s Advent

Nemesis looked thoughtfully at Eleven who was standing there in a daze, and a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes.

After all, the simulacrum was just a simulacrum, and it couldn't see the specialness of Eleven. But when he stood in front of Eleven in person, he had already discovered the secret inside the other person.

Nemesis' fingertips gently caressed, and his dark purple eyes reflected Eleven's thin figure. When the girl unconsciously clenched the amber pendant on her chest for the third time, the air suddenly rippled - like an invisible blade cutting through the water.

"I see." In the magical vision unique to the scroll dragon, the girl's body was surrounded by two halos. On the surface, there was a pulsating spiritual energy, like the shimmering silver waves on the shallow sea under the moonlight; but in the deeper depths, the sleeping golden divinity was like a giant beast swimming in the cracks of the abyss, and each ripple was wrapped in a pressure that was enough to crush the soul.

He suddenly thought of the collapsed stars in the universe. Inside those seemingly dim star cores, there were collapse storms brewing that were enough to ignite the galaxy. At this moment, Eleven was like a star-wreck container carefully carved by the gods, and the psychic cracks on the surface were just the occasional foam of the divine ocean.

"The Chosen People of Vecna?" The silver-haired scholar took a half step back calmly.

This also explains the source of Eleven's powerful superpowers.

Even if just one percent of that terrifying power leaked out and converted into surface spiritual energy, it would be enough for Eleven to tear apart the rift on Earth leading to the Shadowless Underworld.

Even without asking, Nemesis had already determined why Eleven and others were able to escape from the monster that destroyed the simulacrum.

This made him even more curious about what the hidden god had encountered at the hands of the goddess of darkness.

The girl suddenly staggered forward, her hair moving without wind. When Nemesis realized the abnormality, Eleven's pupils had turned into two burning golden suns, and the pressure of holiness and madness made the glass in the whole room explode at the same time. The coffee cup in Mike's hand fell to the ground and shattered, and the dark brown liquid outlined a twisted rune on the ground.

"The Broken Palm in the Wrinkles of Time." The divine voice that was neither male nor female was accompanied by the roar of falling stars. Countless golden threads appeared under Eleven's skin, as if thousands of keys were searching for the keyhole in her blood vessels. "The reverse pupil witnesses my left eye."

This sudden change shocked everyone. Nemesis' pupils shrank as he sensed a familiar force - true divine power.

This made the scales hidden under his human form almost stand up. He knew very well how abnormal the terrible power of the True God Power was. Even if there was only one drop of True God Power in Eleven's body, if an accident happened, it would probably raze one-third of the United States to the ground, and it might even affect the continental shelf of North America and cause a tsunami disaster that could destroy a country.

It's like an ordinary person standing next to a nuclear weapon that may explode at any time. It's creepy.

Nemesis walked over slowly, ready to teleport in his hand. Although he knew that facing a god - even a god with serious problems, his means of escape would probably fail.

But he still walked over, because he knew that in this world without magic, if the other party wanted to break the seal, he would probably be the best choice.

Putting aside the fact that the unknown seal is composed of something of that level, the mere fact that the person who cast the seal is likely to be Shar herself is enough to make most mages despair.

The moment Nemesis approached, Eleven suddenly grabbed his arm, and with his eyes shining with golden light, he approached Nemesis's cheek and said in an aria-like tone: "The Broken Palm in the Wrinkles of Time."

The divine voice that was neither male nor female was accompanied by the roar of falling stars. Countless golden threads appeared under Eleven's skin, as if thousands of keys were searching for the keyhole in her blood vessels. "The reverse pupil bears witness to my left eye."

To Mike and the others, Eleven's voice at this time sounded like the divine voice of heaven, hidden in the mist. It sometimes appeared and sometimes disappeared, and some of the language was even unknown knowledge that they could not understand.

But Nemesis had already accepted all the information given by the sealed being. It seemed that appearing in the real world was a very energy-consuming thing. Vecna, who was possessed by Eleven, disappeared immediately after he finished speaking, without even a second's delay.

When Vecna's consciousness receded like a tide, Eleven collapsed like a puppet with its bones removed. Nemesis raised his hand to catch the girl's falling body, and silver spiritual energy flowed out from his fingers, but was swallowed up by some force the moment it touched her forehead.

"Is this the backlash of divinity?" He looked at the burnt marks on his palm and thought. The scene before him was probably the consequence of the "holy descent".

Imagine that a being whose soul mass exceeds yours by tens or even hundreds of millions of times suddenly enters your body, and you are like an ant facing the arrival of a planet-sized meteorite, but can only stand in front of the meteorite and wait to be crushed, unable to move. What a suffocating feeling that would be.

In the history of the continent of Faerun, a large number of people who have been descended by the Holy Spirit - even some of them are legendary elects - will suffer from very serious post-traumatic stress syndrome afterwards, and this mental illness may even accompany them for life.

In fact, many kind-hearted and merciful gods will hardly choose to descend to heaven, but evil and cruel gods like Spider Queen Rose will descend to heaven at will before the catastrophe of the saints. This is because of the different psychological love for believers.

Benevolent gods tend to prefer to directly bestow divine power. If they cannot resolve the disaster, they will choose to send down their own incarnations condensed with divine power - even though compared to descending with the flesh and blood of believers, the incarnation of divine power is a more luxurious and costly method.

"Does she need holy water? Or... or a cross?" Sheriff Jim's voice trembled. This man, who always considered himself rational, was nervously stroking the police badge on his chest, as if it was the final anchor.

Nemesis laid Eleven flat on the sofa, the shadow cast by the crystal chandelier just covering the golden lines on her neck. "Mr. Sheriff, when a tsunami comes, it doesn't matter whether you pray or not, the sand castle on the beach is meaningless." He turned around with a sharp arc in his black robe. "Eleven is a person valued by the existence of the Kingdom of God. There will be more such scenes in the future."

Eleven is a member of the Duke's Council after all. He used his ability to harmonize minds for him, which should be able to minimize the impact of the Holy Descent.

From this point of view, the hidden god is probably not a good man. I don't know whether it is right or wrong to cooperate with him.

"Exalt the Kingdom of God? Psion, oh no, Mr. Dragon. Are you talking about gods? Gods like Mystra and Shar?" Dustin asked excitedly with shining eyes.

"Shh!" Nemesis' eyes changed, scaring Dustin so much that his body trembled and he dared not speak.

He swears to God! At that moment, Mr. Dragon seemed to have become a different person! Like a ferocious lion! No, even more terrifying! He felt like he would be eaten at any time!

Looking at Dustin, who was almost peeing his pants because of the dragon power he revealed, Nemesis said coldly: "If I were you, I'd better respect those beings who transcend the mortal world. Fatty, do you know that the former of the two you just mentioned is fine. If you attract the attention of the latter, your entire Earth will be destroyed."

Although the words of the scroll dragon were threatening, they also acknowledged the existence of gods. This made Sheriff Jim, the only adult present, feel absurd. Oh my God, gods exist? What about God? Does God also exist?
Oh, my dear Lord, please forgive the believer's once unsteady faith. From now on, I will believe in you with all my heart.

"Okay, I have something to do. I have to leave first." Nemesis waved his hand and instructed Jim: "Take good care of Eleven, Mr. Policeman. When she wakes up, tell her not to trust any sudden voices."

Nemesis thought it was better to be cautious about Vecna. Before this, he didn't know much about this god who called himself the Hidden God, but judging from his unhesitating descent, he was definitely not a god of the good camp.

Neutral, or even evil. The former of these two guesses is fine, but if it is the latter, even if Eleven is the chosen one, I am afraid he will have to be careful.

(End of this chapter)