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Chapter 414 - 411: "So Deities Are Really Not Good Things

Chapter 414: Chapter 411: "So Deities Are Really Not Good Things

The soldiers began to attack.

They were unaware and felt no pain, and their weapons consisted purely of energy.

Although their strength was ordinary, being mere energy forms and not possessing the combat power of real people, their sheer number was enough to be overwhelmingly annoying.

"Charge!"

Su Ming’an immediately shouted.

He knew that if he didn’t rush forward now, he would die amid these vast numbers of soldiers—just as he had in last night’s instance. Making the "Demon King" kill the "Brave".

But he refused to become just another fallen shadowy corpse of the Brave.

To unveil the final puzzle, first, he needed to reach the side of that deity, to at least see what the opponent looked like.

"I’ll cover."

Noel stepped forward, following right behind Su Ming’an.

With a "swish", many invisible threads appeared in Noel’s hands. These threads spread out like a spider web around them, protecting the newly formed four-person defense squad.

"Hiss...hiss..."

The faint sound of friction arose as the newly structured invisible threads gradually turned blue from the attacks of the surrounding energy soldiers.

Clearly, the attacks of these soldiers carried with them the poison of Yun Shang City; although not lethal, they could still pose a threat by draining physical strength.

Su Ming’an unsheathed his sword, killing the first soldier who charged at him.

In this team, Noel was responsible for cover, Lv Shu was in charge of finishing off enemies, Lin Yin was tasked with support and buffing, and Ming’an himself was the spearhead of the small squad.

"Swish!"

The blade sliced through the blue energy form, cutting it open like smooth jelly, and as he chopped off the soldier’s head, he saw the face of this soldier.

These soldiers were transformations of NPCs from the real world, representing their respective faith powers, enabling the gods to exploit them in battle.

And this soldier’s face was familiar to Su Ming’an, a transformation of the face of the "Frost Ruler" Sevya.

...

[——Father, Aelas must not die for now.]

[——Why, Sevya?]

[——Father,in Pulaya, there exists a ’principle of equivalence,’ once one side between the Soul Clan or Soul Hunt is in grave danger, the other side will encounter crises as well... This has led both sides to be locked in stalemate, unable to overpower each other.]

...

[——Sometimes, we think that perhaps, this is what’s driven by the legend of ’Destiny’.]

...

Su Ming’an remembered the words Sevya had once said to him.

Now, he had come to understand what exactly the "principle of equivalence" meant.

The god of Yun Shang City grew powerful due to human malice and hatred.

Thus, he would maliciously instigate wars, stirring up hatred between the Soul Clan and humans, using this as a source of his powerful strength.

He—was never the kind and benevolent deity described by the residents, who would bless the Soul Hunt unconditionally.

He aided the Soul Hunt simply because—at that time the Soul Hunt was overpowered by the Soul Clan, facing the risk of extinction, and he had to help them grow stronger to provoke a continuous and evenly matched struggle.

And when the overall force of the Soul Clan weakened, he would switch sides, teaching the Soul Clan the power to build barriers—thus sustaining their battles indefinitely.

Su Ming’an had figured it out, that night he went to the city of the Soul Clan built inside the barrier of the Southern District—clearly, that was the work of the god.

Even more so, god did not stop at this.

He would even deliberately promote the tradition of "Maritime Banquet", using the "land of riches" of Yun Shang City as a facade to lure outsiders greedy for treasures to come here, making them kill each other so that the residents of Pulaya wouldn’t be extinct due to internal strife.

The lives, wills, and struggles of these residents—in his eyes, were all expendable, controllable, and could be burned as a source of his strength.

Regarding the scars of the land, the sufferings of the residents...all seemed rather insignificant.

"Swish!"

Su Ming’an swung his sword again, hearing the tense "zzzt zzzt" sound of the threads near his ear.

The soldiers frenziedly fought against their squad, death not causing them to retreat even slightly.

Noel’s silk thread defense was crucial. Without it creating a buffer zone, even though the four of them wouldn’t have been killed right away, they would’ve been easily scattered by the constant onslaught of soldiers.

As soon as Lv Shu’s mantis blade fell, it would kill a soldier who stood in their way.

Lin Yin was protected in the middle, her hands shimmering with the milky white glow of healing. With her help, some of their minor wounds quickly healed within this aura.

The team’s progress was still decent. The combat power of all four was among the top, so they wouldn’t easily collapse in this situation.

"Bang!"

A soldier with Gerald’s face fell before Su Ming’an.

...

["...In any case, don’t be afraid, you are still young, and the road ahead is long. Even if you see a lot of darkness and many injustices along the way, prioritize preserving yourself..." ]

["Soul Hunt is not a place that devours people. The Royal City has its own considerations. Don’t be shortsighted and rush to fight injustices... Only when you stand higher and see farther, will you understand that some things aren’t so simple."]

[The old lady clasped his hand, her voice hoarse: "Su Rin, child of the Su family... You are a good young man, becoming a Soul Hunt you will fulfill your dreams."]

...

Su Ming’an raised his head.

Through the throngs of soldiers, he could faintly see the sacred white figure standing in front of the church.

The deity seemed to just be silently watching the battle unfold, paying no special attention to their team.

That posture appeared extremely proud.

The vague mist obscured His face, making it unclear.

Clearly, if their team stopped here, they would never get a chance to negotiate further with the deity.

Su Ming’an stretched out his blood-stained left hand and injected himself with a strengthener.

Intense pain climbed over his body like ants gnawing, accompanied by a rapid rise in his health bar. He endured the pain, gripped the handle of his sword, and spun halfway around.

"Swoosh—!"

The body of an energy soldier fell, seemingly an ordinary Soul Hunt.

And such believers in the deity in Pulaya are countless.

However, the residents they were supposed to protect could barely survive anymore.

To sustain their families, some residents would be forced to join taverns that cheat foreigners, traffic slaves, or seduce incoming people to trade their bodies for survival.

Others would voluntarily take on the dirty, tiring jobs of cleaning battlefields and organizing districts, venturing into war zones and carrying bodies.

Some did it out of desire, some unwillingly, and some out of family considerations. But all did so to survive in this cruel world.

Su Ming’an remembered the slave taverns that cheat foreigners, the overly enthusiastic women on the streets, the suburbs that were exceptionally clean during the day, and the bodies being carried under white cloths...

This was a world where, in order to survive, people had no choice but to hurt each other.

Humans and the Soul Clan, Soul Clan and Soul Clan, humans and humans.

People, in this sick mode of survival, divorced from their hearts, gradually coexisted with pain.

Enduring humiliation to survive.

And the root of it all...

Clearly,

—was the deity standing not far away, whose posture seemed indifferent and supremely proud.

Su Ming’an extended his left hand, a small spatial vibration bloomed in the gaps of the silk thread defense, blasting two soldiers trying to break through the buffer zone.

[Exp+1000!]

[Exp+1000!]

Experience points kept rising.

Just like the last time during the Sea Monsters’ siege, although the battle was tough, the experience was substantial. Su Ming’an’s level was forcibly stopped at Fourth Rank, needing a mission to advance, but the experience points wouldn’t stall and would catch up once he leveled up.

"Bang!"

A soldier with the face of Tulip Princess fell under his sword.

...

[Under the sunset, the young blonde princess’s eyes were crimson.]

["Su Rin, with this Cloud Vessel project, which half is truly being preserved, and which half is being sacrificed—you know it in your heart, don’t you?"]

["Princess, I know," the young captain replied with a smile.]

["Su Rin, your airship, borne from your utmost efforts, serves only to reduce numbers. The Royal Family deceived everyone, making residents believe that reaching the mythical Yun Shang City would ensure absolute safety, but in reality... Whether there are deities in that city in the sky who pity us remains unknown," the princess said softly.]

["—If Yun Shang City truly has no deities. Su Rin, you will face the fury of all those doomed to die."]

...

[Later, Su Rin and his airship ascended to that Yun Shang City. A barrier that could withstand storms materialized around Pulaya.]

[People said it was their heartfelt pleas that moved the deities residing in Yun Shang City, compelling them to construct a defense barrier for Pulaya.]

[Although those who ascended never returned, people believed that under the kind watch of the deities, they must be living well...]

[—The second Memory Stone·"Heroes and the Yun Shang City Airship"]

...

"Boom—!"

Noel spread his arms, and in an instant, threads gathered, changing from sparse to dense.

Above his ten fingers, hundreds of colorless threads were tightly wound, nearly encapsulating his hands into two cocoons.

With his gathering, soldiers who were about to break through the line were sharply bounced off by the net of threads, and the squad was enveloped by the dense web of white cocoons, forming an isolated small space.

Outside the white cocoon, the thuds of weapons striking the cocoon resounded.

"A one-time skill that can forcibly create a non-combat space, lasting thirty seconds," Noel said, twisting open the Blood Bottle in his hand: "Quickly replenish yourselves, the battle will continue once the cocoon breaks."]

They immediately began to frantically consume various items, although there was a cooldown time for the medicines, preventing continuous consumption.

"I saw the deity," Lv Shu said succinctly: "But I couldn’t make out its features."]

"Who knows what that thing is," Lin Yin gasped: "Didn’t they say its Combat Power was 9999? It didn’t kill Su Ming’an, but why didn’t it strike us down?"]

"Maybe..." Noel pondered for a moment and looked towards Su Ming’an, meeting his gaze exactly.

"Hey, wait, the deity couldn’t be..." Noel’s pupils dilated as he realized something.

"Hmm," Su Ming’an said: "Not unexpected."]

"Then, then how will you complete the perfect pass?" Noel’s typically confident expression faded, replaced by rare panic: "Kill It...? No, we can’t kill, but if we don’t, we’ll also get stuck here... This has already come full circle! The difficulty of achieving a perfect pass is just too..."]

"Hey! Stop being cryptic at a time like this, you—"

Lin Yin hadn’t finished speaking when the noisy sounds of battle instantly resumed around them, and the white cocoon broke.

"Whirr—!"

Like a white waterfall tumbling down, the white cocoon slid forcefully from top to bottom, revealing the swarming soldiers.

In the instant the white cocoon shed,

clearly, Su Ming’an swiftly scanned the barren Yun Shang City again.

Apart from these energy-like soldiers, there was not a single living person present.

And in his field of view, the debuff representing "Poison Gas" hung beside his health bar; if not for the special prop "Heart of the Tulip" that resisted poison, he would have already died.

Let alone... those who ascended here sixty years ago without any preparation, still believing they were coming to a paradise.

—They.

Would certainly be the first to die.

Basically, no one,

could successfully survive in this city filled with poison gas.

Therefore, after reaching that Yun Shang City and discovering ’that there truly are no deities in Yun Shang City,’ that historic group of people would surely fall into the despair of impending death.

As the people succumbed to poisoning, in their dying moments, they would fix their gaze on the hero who led them, the captain they repeatedly claimed would save them—Su Rin.

...

[The sea monsters showed a smile to the young captain abandoned by his crew.]

["My guest, I suspect Yun Shang City has no deities. But, my guest—you can make it ’real.’ My soul can endow you with special powers, and a long life. From now on, you will no longer fear any peculiar terror races, won’t die due to strange ’poison gas,’ and won’t be plagued by all kinds of human diseases."]]

["You can deceive people," he said, "by claiming that the city in the sky harbors an age-long deity. He is immensely merciful and will bless you, building barriers to fend off storms for you."]

["You can lure those who have abandoned you, tricking them into boarding the airship, entering that city, and letting them die to conserve the scarce survival resources of Pulaya."]

["You can exploit people’s hatred to wage wars, stir their emotions, create vast amounts of death, and prolong your own life."]

["My guest, you can..."]

...

[—become the immortal god of Yun Shang City.]

...

[—The Third Memory Stone· "The Sea Monsters and the Young Captain Su Rin"]

...

"Lin Yin — conserve mana, no need to heal minor injuries!" Lv Shu finally spoke amid the chaotic battle.

His face was already covered with numerous small wounds, the thin blood trickled down beside his ear, unavoidable minor injuries occurred because the situation was extremely chaotic.

"Understood!" Lin Yin immediately switched weapons, pulling out the familiar black great cleaver and joined the fray, waiting for her mana to recover.

The path to the church seemed short yet it was as arduous as the white sky bridge under the siege of sea monsters; their progress was extremely difficult.

Not to mention, they were not a large group of a thousand people, but only four of them.

The barrage was quite anxious, although they couldn’t help a bit during such times.

[Number One Player, go for it! Kill that deceptive deity!]

[How can He manipulate the residents’ emotions like this?? They are all good people.]

[I still remember that aunt from the next street, forced into collusion with werewolves at a slave tavern because of the royal family’s taxation, life mercilessly turning a kind person into a criminal.]

[If it weren’t for that deity deliberately launching the sea monsters’ siege, Sherrod wouldn’t have died! And so many Soul Hunts and residents wouldn’t have been sacrificed! I still remember that bloody, helpless scene.]

[And that young man who went to the battlefield, his mother is still waiting for him to come home...]

[And old Mrs. Gerald, who waited her entire life, still had hope in the deity...]

[So, these kinds of ’deities’ in the instances are no good, obviously He must be the big BOSS of the Seventh World.]

[People from other live streams returned and I saw other parallel world teams won the Maritime Banquet and made it to Yun Shang City and then *** (censored), how come Su Ming’an’s side is still *** (censored)?]

["Ruler’s" routine operations, everyone, do not panic, Number One Player is definitely going to win.]

[Yes! Su Ming’an repelled the sea monsters’ siege, he has a special prop, the deity can’t attack him, isn’t this a guaranteed win?]

[Kill the deity! Slay that damn god! He doesn’t deserve to be the god the residents of Pulaya believe in, Su Rin is far more magnificent than He is!]

[...]

Su Ming’an raised his head, drew his sword, and struck.

One by one, the impressive energy soldiers were slashed apart under his sword, as fragile as rag dolls, like tender fabric.

At that moment, his gaze was extremely calm.

In that moment of looking up, his sight leaped over the charging soldiers, over the towering energy bodies, and he saw — the "deity" of Yun Shang City standing in front of the church, now not far from him.

— He met a pair of eyes identical to his own, dark gold in color.

...

[Su Ming’an arrived at the church, looking for clues. When the pope inquired, he responded that he had not yet found a way to maintain the barrier.]

[But he completely didn’t expect the pope to summon the deity in person.]

[He saw the pope, previously with eyes closed, now open his eyes.]

[The seascape blue that originally belonged to the pope’s eyes had disappeared.]

[Now looking at him were a pair of ’dark gold’ eyes similar to his own, as if the deity was watching ants in The Mortal World.]

...

[Similar to his own,]

[Dark gold eyes.]