Dude, my main account is Chaos God?

So many believers, such a massive rusty legion.

He must summon the King of Rust to personally inspect this great gift!

Unlike other supreme gods.

Evil gods (weak gods) can briefly descend upon lower-dimensional universes!

But at that moment...

Bridge realized that something unexpected had happened.

"That is..."

He looked up, a look of astonishment on his rusty face.

The moon has disappeared.

Instead, he was met with the symbols of order that filled him with utter loathing and terror!

at the same time.

A large number of law enforcers appeared out of nowhere and were frantically slaughtering the army of Rusters he had just transformed!

"I won't hesitate!!"

Bridge felt anxious and angry.

This is a gift for our Lord!

How could we allow these lackeys of order to disrupt things?!

"I must summon the great King of Rust immediately!"

"End this chaos!"

"Let the world rust away!!"

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With a thud, Bridge knelt heavily on the ruins.

The sound didn't sound like a person kneeling down; it sounded more like a pile of scrap metal being smashed on the ground.

It's like the noise of someone collecting scrap.

Bridge then began a devout and fervent prayer.

"The great king of rust...the destiny of all things..."

[The priest who summons the gods]

As the prayers began, eerie reddish-brown rust started to spread all over his body at an alarming rate.

From internal organs to skin, from bones to blood vessels.

It felt like countless tiny insects were gnawing at my body.

Bridge had almost completely lost the ability to move, his whole body stiff as iron.

But the pain only increased!

After all, his nervous system was not completely dead yet, and each spread of corrosion was a slow and agonizing torture of his nerve endings.

That kind of pain is unforgettable.

At the same time, this corrosion is also reflected in the external appearance.

His skin became rough and peeled, revealing a reddish-brown metallic texture underneath.

It gives you goosebumps just by looking at it, as if you're about to rust along with it.

Nevertheless.

Bridget did not stop; instead, he became even more fanatical, his eyes gleaming with a morbid light.

Because in his heart it was all worth it!

My Lord!

Please allow me to please you!

As long as I please the King of Rust, as long as I gain more attention and favors!

And then they live more and more comfortably in this chaotic world.

even……

Achieve immortality!

While he was praying, he was unable to move and became a sitting duck.

But the other rusters consciously took on the role of protectors.

More than 200,000 rusters surrounded him, forming an indestructible wall of steel.

They were driven by the same thought—

[Awaiting the arrival of the King of Rust]

"Bang!"

Wei Zheng raised his hand expressionlessly and shot several Rusters who tried to rush over in the head.

Watching the group of Rusters begin their collective sacrifice, he murmured to himself:

"It's time..."

When the rusters began to chant that ancient and evil prayer in unison.

All the law enforcement officers, acting in perfect unison, stopped their killing spree.

They retreated, turning their gaze to the enormous symbol of order in the sky.

Because according to the plan.

The actions that follow are no longer within their purview.

An evil god is about to descend.

Hegroon, the guardian of the City of Order, will accomplish that astonishing feat of slaying gods!

Everything...

The climax is just around the corner!

Everyone was on edge, and even their breathing became cautious.

This also includes Hegrohn himself.

He stood on the edge of the tower, emptying his mind, not thinking about anything other than god-killing.

Golden divine radiance emanated from his body from within, making him appear like a true god.

He's only one step away from becoming a god!

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Bridge's prayers, like an echo in an empty valley, grew louder and louder.

Its spread is getting farther and farther, seemingly trying to penetrate the clouds and reach the sky.

The sky was shrouded in thick, dark clouds, and an evil and oppressive atmosphere began to permeate the air.

Followed by.

"Tick-tock...tick-tock..."

It started to rain.

But it wasn't ordinary rainwater.

Instead, it was a reddish-brown rusty liquid with a strong metallic rust smell.

The rusty water droplets fell to the ground, making a sizzling, corrosive sound, and leaving everything they touched with mottled rust stains.

Everyone's heart was in their throat.

coming!

coming soon!

The big one is coming!

As the final words of the prayer faded away.

Bridge, in a frenzy, tilted his head back, which was already unrecognizable, and roared:

"Awesome is the eternal rust!!!"

"My lord! Please descend upon this humble land!!"

As he had envisioned.

This must be a spectacular scene.

The sky was torn apart, the earth collapsed, and the gods crossed the dimensional barrier, descending upon Earth with boundless pressure!

however……

An embarrassing thing happened.

One second!

Two seconds…

Three seconds?

The King of Rust did not respond.

Bridget awkwardly tilted his head back, maintaining the summoning posture.

All around was silent, except for the continued pattering of rusty water.

"Croak... Croak..."

It looked as if crows were flying by.

In this shameful unease, Bridge took another deep breath and shouted even louder:

"Please descend, my lord!!!"

"Your followers have offered you the most abundant sacrifice!!"

however.

The result was the same.

There was absolutely no response.

He was the only one there, howling and yelling like a fool.

Bridge felt a buzzing in his head and a sensation as if something was stuck in his throat.

"Cough cough..."

He coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with rust.

A sudden surge of intense panic and unease rose within me.

What happened?

Why is my Lord not responding?

Has my lord abandoned me?

But that doesn't make sense!

Having converted so many believers and pleased the King of Rust, there's no reason for me to be abandoned.

What exactly is going on?!

Bridge panicked, cold sweat mixed with rust dripping down his face.

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He wasn't the only one who was confused.

And then there's Hegronn, who's already poised and ready to fight to the death.

He originally planned to ascend to godhood the moment the King of Rust descended and then launch a lightning strike.

If I'm willing to risk my life, what am I afraid of?

Today it's either you die or I die, I'm fucking ready to explode!

but now……

What does it mean that the King of Rust isn't showing up?

Are you kidding me?

Hegroen felt like someone who had already unzipped his pants.

It's like being forced to hold your urine back just when you're about to urinate freely.

Unable to go up, unable to come down.

I feel extremely uncomfortable!

The Messiah is ready to detonate his energy core at any moment, and is even prepared to sacrifice himself.

A rare look of confusion appeared on that otherwise beautiful, inorganic face.

"It shouldn't be like this..."

She stared at the still sky, her brow furrowed.

"What happened?"