Throne of Gods: Divine thunder descends, and the Qilin descends upon the world!

Chapter 127 Divine Retribution + Divine Punishment = The Path to Godhood?

"His Majesty did initially reject my proposal to join the Glorious Church, only agreeing to let Pero stay."

Electrox's voice was as cold as poisoned ice, "And this son of the Pope, using all the glorious techniques and elixirs of the Holy See as bait, launched a mad pursuit of Flor."

A lavish palace scene emerged from the white mist: "That slut finally succumbed to temptation, falling for Perrault's sweet talk. The most ridiculous thing is—"

The old man's soul suddenly twisted into a hideous shape. "Pero actually told her that my Lightbringer constitution threatened the rule of the Holy See, and that I must be eliminated to ensure that their lineage would forever control the Holy See!"

“Only after hearing this did I understand,” Electrox’s golden flames flickered violently, “whether I joined the Holy See or went out to train, I could not escape death! Simply because the Glorious Holy See cannot tolerate a second Child of Light!”

“When Pero promised to make Flor the Pope’s Queen,” the white mist suddenly condensed into a pair of embracing figures and then shattered instantly, “that bitch offered her loyalty without hesitation!”

“Especially when Pero promised His Majesty—” Ilex’s voice suddenly mimicked a noble tone, “'The Papacy will help the Pompo Empire unify the continent,' and assured Flor that 'all the techniques taken from Ilex are yours.'”

"The entire royal family and that bitch just used me as a sacrifice to gain benefits!"

"I hate it so much, I really hate it! I never imagined that my country, my loved ones, and my faith would betray me at the same time!"

"At that moment, I felt dizzy and disoriented," the old man's voice echoed like a grotesque voice from hell. "Just as that adulterous couple was committing their illicit act, I rushed in like a madman."

The white mist coalesced into a scene from the battle of yesteryear: "That hateful Napero, being the son of the Pope, has countless ways to save his life! Even though I managed to launch a sneak attack and severely injure them, I was still fatally wounded by the Pope's phantom that I had attracted."

"I dragged my broken body out of the capital," Electrox's spirit appeared, showing the scene of a dark alley. "Thanks to the help of a beggar I once saved, I managed to escape the city's manhunt."

"But just as I was recovering from my injuries, a bolt from the blue struck—they kidnapped my family!"

The old man's voice suddenly rose: "They knew I was hiding in the capital, yet they used such despicable means to force me to reveal myself!" An image of an execution ground appeared on the surface of his soul: "That day, the entire sky was dyed blood red."

“I watched with my own eyes,” Electrox’s tone suddenly became eerily calm, “as Pero and Flor, dressed in military uniforms, personally beheaded my loved ones. My father, mother, sister, younger sister… they didn’t even spare my three-year-old nephew.”

"Three hundred and sixty-seven people! The blood of my entire clan soaked the ground of the execution ground."

"I was already insane at that time, but I couldn't easily expose myself because I hadn't avenged my blood feud." The old man's voice seemed to come from the depths of hell. "I fled the capital and ran aimlessly for seven days and seven nights until I collapsed in an unnamed valley, completely exhausted."

"On that very day, the Son of Light, Electrox, died. In his place a Electrox born only for revenge."

"I once obtained a black token while traveling across the continent."

"When I was consumed by boundless hatred, it responded to me—it was the legacy of the ancient necromancers!"

The old man's voice suddenly turned fanatical: "I need power! Power enough to overthrow the empire and destroy the papacy! Since the light cannot help me take revenge, then I will turn my back on the Holy Light!"

The white mist split into black and white, intertwining: "Light and the dead are inherently opposing forces, but with my talent, they have begun to merge."

"I have no family left in this world, everyone is my enemy!" Electrox's tone grew increasingly frantic. "Only blood and life can quell the hatred in my heart!"

Countless cultivation scenes appeared on the surface of the soul: "I cultivated day and night, frantically increasing my strength for ten years! A full ten years later..."

The white mist suddenly exploded, transforming into a figure clad in black robes: "When I emerge from the deep mountains, there will be no more Children of Light in the world, only—Necromancer Saint, Undead Scourge Ilex!"

"I kill anyone I see, and all living beings become the undead under my command. Starting from a small town, I gradually amassed an army of a million undead."

"When I returned to the capital of Pompeo, there was only a sea of ​​bones behind me. The empire was reduced to ruins in the flames of my revenge, and the hateful Naphro fled to the Papacy with Pero!"

The old man's voice suddenly rose: "So I led my troops straight to the Glorious Papacy! I will exterminate them!"

"But in the end, I was defeated. The Pope personally led the allied forces to severely wound me and planted a vicious curse of weakness on me." "For the next thousand years, I suffered the pain of the curse every day, and finally had to abandon my body and sleep here forever."

“Although I was defeated,” Electrox’s tone suddenly became calm, “all my enemies, including the Pope, Perot, and that bitch Flor, have been personally killed by my own hands!”

"When the last enemy breathed his last," the old man's voice suddenly became hollow, "I realized that there was nothing left in this world for me to cherish. The one I loved was dead, the one I hated was dead, and my heart was left with nothing but emptiness."

"In the end, I chose to rest here. Because I dare not recall whether that war was right or wrong."

"This is the life of the long-sleeping scourge, the necromancer, Elex."

He turned to Long Haochen, his voice suddenly softening: "You are a child of light, still possessing hope and light within you. This filthy legacy should not taint your return; hold fast to your beliefs."

With a wave of his white sleeve, Long Haochen and Haoyue's figures gradually disappeared.

On the seventh floor, only Yuehui remained, facing the weathered old man alone.

“Your name is Moonshine, right?” Electrox asked, staring intently at Moonshine.

"Yes, what are your instructions, Elder Yi?" Yuehui replied respectfully.

"Do you think I did something wrong?" The old man's voice was hesitant.

Yuehui shook her head: "Wrong, and right. If it were me, experiencing such despair, I probably would have acted even more ruthlessly than you, Elder Yi."

"As expected." Electrox's white misty figure glowed slightly. "You are the most suitable one to inherit my mantle."

Before he finished speaking, Yuehui suddenly knelt down and kowtowed three times.

"Disciple Yuehui greets Master!"

Electrolux was clearly stunned; his mouth, formed of white mist, opened slightly, obviously not expecting Moonbeam to act so decisively.

"Fine, since you have already acknowledged me as your master, I will accept you as my student."

Electrox’s eyes flashed with golden light as he reached out and held up the gray soul fire that was floating to his side.

"I will bestow upon you the soul of this God of Divine Punishment as a gift for your apprenticeship," the old man said in a deep voice.

"what?"

Moonlight looked in surprise at the soul trapped in the golden light.

I don't quite understand what Electrolux is talking about.

"You are both a follower of Thor and a messenger of divine punishment, appearing less frequently than the Sons of Light throughout history," Elex explained.

"Although divine punishment and divine retribution both belong to destruction, divine punishment brings new life after destruction, while divine retribution leads to eternal annihilation."

"You possess the power of the Thunder God's divine punishment, which is perfectly suited to contain this divine power of divine retribution."

Electrolux's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he solemnly said:
"With the combination of two different kinds of destruction, you may truly be able to forge a path to godhood that will not be assimilated by the world!"

(End of this chapter)