I Created a Sanctuary in Marvel

Chapter 234 The Hunted God

"There is another force originating from darkness."

WALL-E slowly emerged from the darkness.

It's still Dracula's body.

However, with the help of the complete Dark Book, WALL-E has fully accepted Dracula's body.

And it has made a breakthrough in strength.

His strength has stabilized at the Heavenly Father level.

A few days ago, the dark creatures that had been gathering information outside sent back something he couldn't believe.

Surtur has fallen.

That being, who was known as the terminator of Asgard, the igniter of Ragnarok, and a being on par with a single universe, is dead.

Immortality was also broken.

The person who accomplished all of this was his old friend.

Ye Feng!

That human being who could only eke out a living in his presence back then.

"He actually became a god."

"How did you manage to do that?"

"How long has it been since I went from being an ordinary person to where I am now?"

A glint of greed flashed in WALL-E's eyes.

He felt that Ye Feng had a secret.

God also knew some information about Ye Feng from Dracula's memories.

They're just mutants who escaped from a laboratory.

Yet he rose step by step to the position of Pope, and eventually became an extraordinary powerhouse who suppressed the entire world.

Even the Ancient One was very fond of him.

Since being defeated by the Ancient One in that battle, he has been silent in this universe for many years.

He couldn't remember some of it.

The information he had gathered over the years made him quite certain that there were no mutants on Earth in this world, nor were there any variants of Ye Feng.

Then the other person is very likely like him, coming from another universe.

But he knew very well that with Ye Feng's current strength, he might not be Ye Feng's match.

He needs allies.

"That unknown force might become my ally."

WALL-E looked in one direction.

An ominous force was surging there.

The essence of power is profound and immense!

However, the other party's movements puzzled him.

"Never mind, let's go take a look."

After pondering for a moment, Wali headed towards where Geer was.

Gel stood at the highest point of the desolate planet, the Black Death Sword in his hand humming softly.

He looked up at the starry sky, his eyes devoid of any believer's piety, only filled with hatred.

He was once one of the most devout believers in this star system.

He lived in a barren world called the Nameless Star, a place plagued by drought, famine, and monsters.

Gol prayed daily, firmly believing that the gods would eventually have mercy on him.

Until that day, his wife and children collapsed in his arms, dying of hunger and thirst, and the God he believed in.

Calips, the messenger of light, enjoys the offerings of his believers high in the heavens, turning a blind eye to the suffering below.

"God—why—"

At that moment, Ger knelt beside the bodies of his wife and children, his tears long since dried.

What descended from the sky was not divine grace, but a cold divine decree: "All things have their destiny, and life and death are ordained by Heaven."

Screw fate.

Just when Ger was on the verge of madness, he encountered it.

A dark sword, the Black Death Sword, the last creation of the symbiotic god Nal.

It sensed the hatred in Geer's heart that was enough to tear apart the stars, and chose him as its host.

"They are not worthy to be gods."

When the whisper of the Black Death Sword first echoed in his mind, Gel knew that he had found the meaning of his existence.

Today, he is about to begin his first official hunt.

The Temple of Calipos floats on the edge of a neighboring star system. It is a magnificent building constructed of pure white stone and light-cast metal, and is bathed in artificially maintained holy light all day long.

This deity's doctrine proclaims that light will dispel darkness, and believers must offer wealth and loyalty in exchange for protection.

Gel stood in the void outside the temple, his black robes motionless in the vacuum.

The Black Death Sword transformed in his hands, turning from a longsword into a grotesque living weapon.

The temple's protective light barrier activated automatically as he approached, golden runes flowing as it attempted to block the unclean entity.

Gel raised the Black Death Sword, and a powerful dark force suddenly erupted from its blade.

The light screen rippled violently, like the surface of a lake tossed with a stone, before collapsing completely with a piercing cracking sound.

The alarm sounded throughout the temple.

Several temple guards clad in lightforged armor poured out from various passages, their weapons emitting beams of high-temperature energy.

Gel didn't even glance at them; the Black Death Sword spontaneously split off dozens of black tentacles, which shot out like venomous snakes.

The tentacles pierced through the armor and into the flesh, abruptly silencing the guards' screams.

Their life energy, flesh and bones were instantly drained by the Black Death Sword, turning into ashes.

"Monster! What are you?!"

A trembling yet forcefully authoritative voice came from the depths of the temple.

Calippos finally showed up.

He maintained a typical divine form: his three-meter-tall body radiated a soft glow, his four arms each held an object symbolizing different virtues, his face was handsome and solemn, but his eyes could not hide his fear.

He could sense that the weapon in the black-robed figure's hand emanated an aura that sent shivers down his spine.

"I am Ger."

"I was once your follower."

A hoarse voice came from beneath the black robe.

Kalibos was taken aback, then searched his memory and finally found the corresponding face among the countless humble prayers.

His face wore an expression that was a mixture of absurdity and anger: "That—a mortal from the Nameless Star?"

"What's that in your hand?"

Kalibos looked at the menacing weapon in Ger's hand and sensed an ominous aura.

"This is a trial."

"Judgment to you hypocritical, selfish so-called gods who turn a blind eye to suffering."

Gel slowly raised the Black Death Sword, its tip pointing at Kalibos.

"Arrogant!"

Calips roared, unleashing his divine power in an attempt to suppress this mortal with his divine status.

The dazzling divine light transformed into a tangible shockwave that swept across the entire front hall, an energy powerful enough to flatten the surface of a planet, blasting towards Geer.

The Black Death Sword moved.

The sword blade stretched out like a living thing, forming a rotating dark vortex in front of it.

The divine shockwave crashed into the vortex, but it was swallowed up completely without even causing a ripple.

The eye-like structures on the sword opened simultaneously, emitting satisfied groans.

"impossible!"

Calippos finally panicked.

His strongest attack was so easily neutralized; that sword—that sword was devouring divine power!

Gel moved.

His movements were faster than the visual senses could capture, and his black robe left a trail of afterimages in the air.

Calipos hastily raised his four divine artifacts to block; the Light Shield, the Holy Spear, the Book of Law, and the Cup of Life all shone brightly, forming layers of defense.

The Black Death Sword slashed down.

One sword can shatter all laws.

The special characteristics of the God-specific attack were on full display at this moment; divine power and artifacts were like toys in front of the Black Death Sword.

Kalibos's four arms froze in mid-air as he looked down at the black longsword that had pierced the core of his divine body.

A chill spread rapidly.

Why————

He spoke with difficulty, and the divine light quickly dimmed.

"Because you did not respond when I prayed."

"Because you were enjoying offerings when my wife died. Because you gods only care about your own power and pleasure."

Gel's voice was eerily calm.

The Black Death Sword erupted with a joyful tremor.

It greedily absorbed the divine power, divine nature, and even the divine essence that constituted the divine body of Calips.

Calippus's body withered at a visible rate, eventually turning into a stone-like shell, remaining in a kneeling position, the last glimmer of light in his eyes completely extinguished.

Gel drew his sword back.

He could feel a tremendous power surging into his body. The Black Death Sword hummed contentedly, the eyes on its blade became more lively, and the aura of darkness grew even deeper.

This is what it feels like to kill a god.

"The first one."

He whispered.

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!"

The sound of applause came from the broken entrance of the temple.

Gel turned around abruptly, and the Black Death Sword instantly pointed at the source of the sound.

A figure slowly emerged from the shadows, dressed in a classic dark red aristocratic robe, with a pale and handsome face, but eyes as deep as an ancient well.

He walked almost silently, with an inhuman elegance and chill.

It was VALLE, the holder of the Dark Book.

"Don't be nervous, Godslayer."

"I was just a passerby, and by the way—I admire your performance."

WALL-E smiled and raised his hands to indicate that he meant no harm.

"Who are you."

Gel's voice was still hoarse, and he did not lower the Black Death Sword.

"Someone who has similar goals to you."

"You can call me WALL-E."

Wali slowly approached, his gaze sweeping over Kalibos's withered divine body, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.

Ger did not respond, but just stared at him coldly.

Wali stopped ten paces away from Gel, a distance safe enough and sufficient to convey his sincerity: "You hate the gods and want to slaughter them all. But I—I need the body of a god."

He stretched out his hand, and dark red energy surged from his fingertips. The energy traced intricate runes in the air, which landed on Kalibos's divine body.

The withered body trembled slightly, and then slowly stood up, two points of scarlet light igniting in its eyes.

Although its divinity is lost, this empty shell still retains some of its strength and characteristics.

"Look, recycling waste."

"A divine body, with proper processing, can become a decent puppet. Especially for those skilled in necromancy and blood magic."

WALL-E smiled.

For the first time, Gel frowned slightly: "What do you want the divine body for?"

"army."

"I have an old friend who has now become a new god."

"In a one-on-one fight, I might not be his match. But if I had an army of divine puppets—things would be different."

Vali's candor was surprisingly honest.

Ge Er knew Ye Feng.

The news from the Nine Realms shocked many hidden beings: a new god had murdered Surtur, drawing the attention of the Celestials.

Such a person would naturally be on his hunting list.

All gods deserve to die.

"He's your target too."

Ger stated.

"It was true then, and it is true now."

WALL-E's smile faded, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

He pointed to the Black Death Sword in Ger's hand: "You have the power to kill gods, and the ability to devour divine essence to strengthen yourself. As for me, I have the technology to transform divine bodies into weapons of war."

"Our collaboration will be much more efficient."

"condition."

Gödel's words were concise and to the point.

"Simple."

"Divine power and divinity are yours, to make you and your sword even stronger."

"The divine body belongs to me; let me build a puppet army."

"We hunt together, starting with the weakest gods and gradually moving upwards."

"Ultimately—hunting down those powerful pantheons, including Asgard, including the divine realms, including—Ye Feng."

WALL-E smiled again.

A brief silence fell over the temple, broken only by the faint grinding sounds of the Calipos puppets' joints.

"Can."

WALL-E's smile widened: "A wise choice."

"Well then—as the beginning of our cooperation, I know there is another god nearby who calls himself the Lord of Harvest, but is actually just a parasite that maintains his divine power by absorbing the lives of his believers."

"He should be a good warm-up candidate."

Ger turned around, his black robe billowing: "Lead the way."

The two walked out of the broken temple one after the other, followed by the stiff-walking Calips puppet.