Only God
Chapter 451 - 396: Not Giving, But Taking

Chapter 451: Chapter 396: Not Giving, But Taking

Anos’s eyes were terrifyingly cold.

She had no emotions, and at that moment, she couldn’t even feel the anger she was supposed to feel.

The Empress stood, completely still.

Mira looked at Anos.

That familiar yet unfamiliar face, which six years ago still smiled genuinely from the heart.

Back then, Mira had saved Anos during a perilous time, and among thousands of places in the world, it happened to be right next to Anos.

At that time, Mira was just a child, didn’t understand anything, didn’t know how complex mortal emotions could be. And Anos, full of heroic spirit, led Mira through the world’s various facets. Mira had feelings but didn’t know how to express them, and instead, abandoned Anos at her most vulnerable.

Mira should have realized that beneath that calm voice were clumsy attempts to probe; but as the daughter of the Love God, she was uncertain how to proceed.

Anos stood silently, rigidly, on the pale long steps, cold and stiff. The starry sky above, which was about to obey her command, was so silent. She had set out on a road with no return and no end.

Anos was devoid of any emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, or pleasure. Even anger or regret were beyond her reach. No tears flowed from her eyes; she was like a shadow dancing behind a curtain. People marveled and speculated about the fascinating dancer, about the great and elevated status she might achieve one day. But when all illusions were cut off and the curtain was drawn back at this moment, it revealed a lonely and useless puppet.

Anos stood motionless, her lips trembling, but she couldn’t say anything.

Was it anger?

But the Golden Heart had not a scrap of kindling to fuel the fire of anger.

Was it sorrow?

It was sorrowful that she couldn’t even feel what sorrow was.

After a long moment, the co-sovereign Emperor’s hands began to tremble slightly.

"What exactly have you and your god done?"

Lightning flickered again.

She was nearly mad.

She couldn’t face the current situation, only furiously casting aside everything.

Mira looked at Anos with pity,

"We did what we had to do."

Anos moved.

There was still a chance, still a chance...

She told herself in her heart.

As long as... just as long as...

Whatever she told herself, soon after, in her eyes lingered only reckless madness.

Anos raised the Thunder Spear high and hurled it towards Mira with all her strength, the massive thunderbolts sparkling in the night sky, as the Celestial Kingdom entered a slight moan at that moment.

The thunderbolt was so swift, it was uncatchable.

That’s why Mira, becoming a stream of light, stepped past the lightning step by step.

She dodged the lightning that struck directly at her, which then exploded on the steps. The entire long Ascension steps trembled at this moment, as if they might shatter into oblivion at any second.

Anos no longer cared, unwilling to think of anything, utterly indulging in her madness.

All along, Anos’s life had been one of pursuit. Initially, she chased her family legacy, taking the glory of the Delos Family as her duty, inevitably leading her to chase power, ascending the throne of the co-sovereign Emperor. Now, she had gambled everything, abandoned all emotions, accepted the mission of the Primordial Messenger, only to ascend to the Golden Hall, to become a deity of the old order.

And that statement," You will never achieve everything you pursue," uncovered the sole truth, sharp enough to pierce a heart made of gold.

The thunderstorm roared chaotically, with the co-ruling Emperor enveloped in lightning. She struggled like a trapped beast, but an invisible cage slowly tightened around her fate, suffocating her gradually.

Mira moved through the lightning, with bolts of thunder resembling huge whips, dust swirling everywhere, even the distant Golden Hall seemed to shake.

"Rosa."

As the Ancient Language fell, the lightning in mid-air slowed down.

Anos’s eyes were bloodshot.

Even though it was slower, lightning was still lightning.

She let out a howl almost like a grievously wounded griffin, her hands conjuring Thunder Spears. A vast storm of pale lightning furiously lashed out, tearing the Celestial Kingdom apart, with Ancient Chaos continuously seeping in from the periphery.

Mira dodged the massive lightning storm with all her might. She held her breath, concentrated intensely, and tried to empty her mind, for any careless thought could have her utterly torn apart by the lightning.

She entered a state of flow.

Countless bolts of lightning narrowly missed her as she passed by.

Many people often find themselves in such an intensely focused flow state, where they are immersed, seeing nothing but the task at hand.

However, being in the flow didn’t mean thinking about nothing.

Her mind was filled with seemingly chaotic yet orderly images.

Mira recalled Anos’s identity.

She was a princess from the Delos Family.

Seduction, betrayal, murder, and conspiracy were all words deeply associated with her.

In her presence, she often concealed things, even when treated with sincerity, she was manipulative.

Her life was about survival of the fittest and cunning strategies, not about conscience.

Until the end, she was still pursuing supreme power, willing to forsake everything for it.

She was such a fallen person, continuously plummeting from the moment of birth, like a cloud falling until it became fog.

In the same fire, gold shines while grass burns; in the same press, both fragrant oil and dregs are found in the wheat grain. Similarly, clouds fall as fog, fire rises as smoke.

So, as she said, she had abandoned herself.

It was as if it was fated, she was someone destined to be abandoned, destined to keep falling.

Who would pray for such a person? It was as if... for thousands of years, no one prayed for the Sapo King in the Scriptures.

A massive thunderbolt swept over, carrying an unstoppable force.

Following it was Anos’s almost crazed roar,

"What are you even?

God’s Messenger?"

"Not to give to me, but to take everything from me!"

It was like... taking the last ear of wheat from a starving person rather than letting the wheat grow, scooping out the well water in front of a thirsty person rather than letting the dry well spring forth.

"Your God once revived multitudes, your God once caused wheat to grow on the earth, wells to spring forth water; what are you doing?!"

The co-ruling Emperor was frantic, her lamentations became incoherent, she even forgot she had no faith at all. The lightning became more chaotic and disordered, no longer seeming like a siege on Mira, more like a powerless venting.

Her madness disturbed Mira’s composure.

Mira navigated through the lightning.

She wasn’t a god; a god could make wheat grow on the ground, spring water from dry wells, a god could bestow anything freely, but she couldn’t do that.

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