Defying the Fate of Beheading

Chapter 657 347 The Catastrophe of the Tower of Eternal Daylight, The Battle of the Demigods_2

Seeing that the two were about to fight, the Demigod from the Slaanesh faction had to step in to mediate:"Stop arguing, the key now is how to execute the plan."

The leader of the Khorne faction began to fan the flames: "Fight, hurry up and fight, it's been a long time since I've seen such a lively scene."

The Demigod from the Slaanesh faction was furious. You're not thinking of mediating, and now you're starting to instigate, right?

"Keep arguing and I'll fight you too!"

"Enough!" This time it was the Lord of Tzeentch who calmed down, "Execute the plan immediately, we can't delay any further. Also, Kadi, you, as Nurgle's Lamb of Compassion, are not allowed to participate in core decisions this time, any problems?"

The leader of the Nurgle faction shrugged and said: "Fine, avoid having problems blamed on us later."

The Demigod from the Khorne faction said strangely: "Able to let Ense's spy climb to the second-in-command position, truly impressive."

The leader of the Nurgle faction said: "I support you in dismembering Nierde, if you're not satisfied, go find him and settle it."

"Are you joking? Just now, if it weren't for us being numerous, you would have run at the sight of the Iron Guard. Don't you understand the concept of an Iron Guard borrowing imperial power?"

"Fine, I need to heal first."

The eyes of the Lord of Tzeentch scanned the surrounding cities of the Tower of Eternal Daylight, flicked his sleeve, and sneered:

"These ignorant sheep are useful to me, don't interfere."

Only then did everyone recall the notorious ferocity of the Lord of Tzeentch, understanding that he intended to use the lives of ordinary people to compensate for his physical loss.

It seems a calamity is about to befall the Tower of Eternal Daylight.

They set out this time to unleash destruction upon the world, such large-scale sacrificial acts would earn them the favor of the four gods in death.

"Control the number, don't incite a massacre," a Demigod from the Slaanesh faction voiced.

"Just a bunch of dust, the blood on your hands is no less than mine, and you come here to put on a show?"

The Lord of Tzeentch said nothing, and with a backhand, struck toward the cities below.

The enormous palm that pierced through heaven and earth instantly destroyed several city-states, this is the power of a Demigod, mortals cannot stop it.

Yet the nature of a Demigod, how high is it?

Each one was previously a child of heaven in the eyes of many?

That lost arm, in the collapse of one city-state after another, recovered extremely slowly.

And within the territory of the Tower of Eternal Daylight, the bloody scene was too terrifying, wails filled the land, countless people instantly turned to ashes.

"Madman!"

Amid the collapsing territory came an angry roar, an elderly peak legend howled to the sky, his whole body enveloped in the aura of death, he stepped toward the Demigod in the sky.

The Lord of Tzeentch could not help but exclaim "Huh."

"Interesting, an old legend on the verge of death, why trouble to stop me, why not join my ranks of God's Lambs, we can help you break through, so it's not a wasted time in this world."

The Saint Realm legend of the Tower of Eternal Daylight shouted angrily, burning the blood marks on his body, launching a desperate strike:

"Demigods who ascend by creating massacres, do you not feel guilty in your hearts?"

"Guilty? What does the life of dust have to do with me? The more dead, the more it can help me advance, to them, it should be a blessing," the Lord of Tzeentch said coldly, "Then you shall become nourishment too."

Crying was endless in the various city-states of the Tower of Eternal Daylight.

It's unclear whether they were mourning their lives scattered to the wind or crying for their soon-to-fall Guardians.

In the sky, the Abyssal Church's Demigod had already fought that Saint Realm legend.

The surrounding territory seemed to endure endless meteor bombardment, amidst broken mountains and rivers, the Saint Realm legend desperately transferred them to more desolate regions.

Those who survived looked blankly at the sky.

"Do not cry for me, order cannot be killed completely."

Beneath an endless sky without clouds came the last sigh of the old Saint Realm legend.

In the sky above, the Lord of Tzeentch grabbed the old Saint Realm legend's white hair with his left hand, pulling that head, and sneered:

"Can't kill completely? Ridiculous, chaos is the ultimate destination."

But the next moment his expression changed.

From both the north and south directions came overwhelming killing intent.

Moreover, the owners of that killing intent were rapidly approaching their direction.

The Demigod from the Slaanesh faction's face changed: "Not good, it's Ense and Tunisia from those old things, what were you thinking? Setting this meeting place at the Tower of Eternal Daylight!"

The leader of the Nurgle faction chuckled: "Because they are weak enough, let's go! You guys don't actually want to be surrounded by that group of old things, do you?"

With the end of the sentence, everyone instantly dispersed and fled.

The Lord of Tzeentch was the fastest, about to break out of the encirclement, suddenly a great fear arose in his heart, as if he had been targeted by something.

He unhesitatingly burned his own profession's essence to protect his body.

The next moment, a rainbow light traversed the sky and exploded on the defense field in front of him.

His eyes slightly narrowed, sensing the terrifying power within that rainbow light.

It's a Demigod! And not just any Demigod!

No, it can't be, this aura is…!

"La-zy Witch!"

He roared angrily, but the shout was stuck in his throat.

At the moment when the rainbow light blocked him, more attacks approached from the sky.

One, two, three?

No! Ten! A hundred!

That unknown magic bombarded him relentlessly.

Sensing the crisis of death, he didn't hesitate to burn his life force, tearing open a rift in mid-air and dragging his shattered body into it.

"Witch Tea Party! You're courting death!"

Meanwhile, in another direction of the fleeing Abyssal Cultist.

The Demigod of Khorne wasn't so lucky.

The seemingly endless rainbow light submerged his body, not even leaving a chance to escape in pieces.

Because that Demigod was blocked by the Demigod from Tunisia who had arrived.

Having been forced to take the attack head-on and on the verge of dissipating, that Demigod finally detected the anomaly in the attack.

He said incredulously:

"Why are there four kinds of great sin aura at the same time? How is it possible, wasn't it said that at most only…"

However, his body and soul were already obliterated.

...

On a high mountain dozens of kilometers away.

An exquisite magic workshop suddenly appeared at the top of the mountain, entwined with dense traces of possibly tens of thousands of magic arrays.

A Beautiful Witch with black hair reaching her knees, holding a smoking pipe, laid on the balcony sofa blowing smoke rings, looking at the woman who had overused magic and was injured internally, blood dripping from her lips:

"Satisfied? Now you'll need to rest for half a month."

"Thanks for the help, Great Witch."

Black Swan wiped the blood off the corner of her mouth. If not for the Great Witch's magic workshop modified from the relics of the Ancient Magic Empire, this wouldn't have been as simple as spitting out a mouthful of blood?

The Great Witch said indifferently: "Although the Witch Tea Party doesn't concern itself with these matters, personally I find them unpleasant. Unfortunately, I don't have the strength to hunt them down."

"Is it really that your strength doesn't allow it?" Black Swan gave her a deep look.

She indeed knew that after the Witch Tea Party was annihilated in a previous life, this old woman who had lived for who knows how many years dragged a coffin into battle and killed the Sacred form of an Abyssal Evil God.

Though she didn't know why she doesn't take action now, it doesn't matter—

She can do it herself!

The Great Witch took one drag after another on her cigarette, watching this member of the Witch Tea Party who was truly the strongest combat power, and said:

"This time I helped you as well to avoid being settled with afterwards."

Black Swan was taken aback and said: "Who would come to settle accounts with you?"

"I don't know, but I know that the one who would come to settle with me is a petty person, and it's because of you."

The Great Witch also looked dissatisfied and said: "Evelyn's prophecies may be hit or miss, but I have the means to verify that her prophecy about me is true.

I only know if you're too badly injured this time, it will leave an incurable internal injury, and by then the person close to you will be unhappy with me.

Damn it, you're just a lonely soul from an old era; theoretically, you shouldn't have acquaintances!

Where did you meet such a violent madman, after Evelyn glimpsed his future, she was so frightened she couldn't stop wetting herself."

Thinking of this, the Great Witch was also full of headaches.

She suspected that the reason could be a deity beyond a Demigod, and not an ordinary Divine Realm.

Such an existence should theoretically not be so easily glimpsed.

So there's only one possibility…

That presence deliberately sent a "warning" from the future, or else…

A threat.

Requesting her to help the Lazy Witch a bit.

"Is there anyone among your current acquaintances who is strong beyond comprehension, whom I can latch onto early?"

"There, there's no such person."

But Black Swan couldn't help thinking of someone.

Someone… hmm, very special to her.

She licked her lips, not knowing why she wanted to spend another sweet night with that person.