In the dark, cold, and silent void, a small world emitted a faint but stable glow, even showing signs of gradually intensifying.
The light from this world, after traversing the vast darkness of the void, reflected on the skies of other worlds as an inconspicuous little star.
However, this starlight, reflected in other worlds, also shone in the eyes of a being surrounded by an aura of ominous distortion. To him, this light was far more intense than the starlight of other worlds.
The reason was simple: this being was extremely close to the small world, so close that he could reach it with a single thought and uncover its secrets.
Yet, he did not do so. Instead, he merely gazed at this seemingly insignificant world in the void, silently contemplating his next move.
This being was none other than the Desolate Evil God, who had traveled from the distant reaches of the void with his minions. He was now observing the world that should have been his food but had been snatched away.
He could faintly sense the aura of a being of his level within this world, but it was so weak that it seemed as if the being had only briefly passed through without taking any action.
"Should I test the waters?" The Desolate Evil God hesitated. To him, this world, which he had originally chosen as his food, was now filled with unknowns. He wasn't sure what lay within.
It was possible that some lucky natives had stumbled upon relics of an epic and used them to eradicate the minions he had sown to corrupt the world. But it was also possible that a passing being of his level had shamelessly stolen all his hard work.
However, just as he was hesitating whether to act, a brilliant light erupted from the world not far from him, surging directly toward his location.
It was a beam of light, red on the inside and white on the outside, with tiny golden arcs of electricity flickering at its edges. Wherever this light passed, the void trembled, and everything it touched was vaporized.
In an extremely short amount of time, the light rapidly expanded in the eyes of the Desolate Evil God. The power contained within this light made him feel a serious threat. He twisted his massive body, narrowly avoiding the light that seemed capable of obliterating everything before it could strike him.
But this movement of the Desolate Evil God was catastrophic for the minions surrounding him. Explosions of blood erupted in the dark void, splattering onto the spiky body of the evil god.
The body of an epic was indestructible and unassailable to beings below the epic level. Thus, with this single movement, the Desolate Evil God crushed tens of thousands of his minions. Any minion that came into contact with his body exploded without exception.
However, the damage caused by the evil god's evasion was only the first wave. Just as he avoided the trajectory of the light, the beam grazed the edge of his body and tore through the formation of his minion army.
Wherever the light passed, all minions it touched were instantly vaporized, not even having the chance to scream. Of course, some minions were luckier, only having part of their bodies touched by the light.
These minions let out agonizing shrieks as the golden arcs of electricity surrounding the light spread to their bodies, destroying and annihilating their life force.
Within moments, the minions that had been grazed by the light were reduced to ashes under the golden arcs, scattering into the void.
Thus, when the light disappeared, a glaring blank space appeared in the formation of the Desolate Evil God's minion army. Surrounding this blank space was a ring of black and gray ash, with occasional golden arcs of electricity still flickering.
Having been attacked without any warning, the Desolate Evil God did not check the casualties of his minion army. Instead, he looked in the direction from which the attack had come, for the being who had launched it had now appeared.
From the small world emitting a faint glow, a dazzling golden light emerged and rapidly spread. Within this golden light, a figure clad in armor appeared. On his head seemed to be a crown, and behind him, a long tail coiled while broad dragon wings spread…
However, the details were unclear, as the figure's form was extremely blurred against the golden light. Yet, the aura of an epic was unmistakable.
This aura made the Desolate Evil God, who was seething with rage, suppress his anger and maintain a cold, calculating mindset.
The "food" that originally belonged to him had been snatched away, even completely taken over by the other party. Such an outcome would naturally fill any epic with genuine anger.
And that was just the beginning. Just as he had arrived to observe, he had been attacked. Although the attack had not harmed him, it had caused significant casualties among his minion army.
While the number of casualties was insignificant compared to the vast horde of minions the Desolate Evil God had brought, the manner in which some of these casualties had occurred was deeply frustrating.
The Desolate Evil God was undoubtedly furious. What originally belonged to him had been stolen, and when he had come to observe the situation, the thief had immediately launched an attack without hesitation. It was the behavior of a shameless bandit.
Yet, even after experiencing these infuriating events, the Desolate Evil God decided to engage in dialogue rather than immediately resorting to combat.
He was not a mindless beast. While the theft of his food and the heavy casualties among his minions angered him, he believed that engaging in a fight with a being of his level over these matters was not worth it.
A battle with a peer could potentially bring his infinite life to an end, while the benefits gained from such a fight could be obtained again with some time and effort. The risk simply did not outweigh the reward.
"Who are you?" The evil god, shrouded in the cursed mist formed from the destruction of worlds, spoke first.
This voice made Muria, who had appeared in his initial form holding the Star Annihilator—a weapon created by the Mechanic Emperor Orisis using an evil god as a test subject—pause for a moment. However, his hands did not stop, continuing to charge the weapon for another shot.
Muria had already witnessed the power of the Star Annihilator, and the results of the first shot did not surprise him. Missing was to be expected.
The Mechanic Emperor had been able to use the Star Annihilator to unleash a barrage of attacks on an Old One because he had imprisoned the being within the Eternal Sky City, where his control was strongest.
Although the Eternal Sky City had the word "city" in its name, its scale was far beyond that of any city. It was a world constructed of metal, or rather, a war fortress with the properties of a world.
It was in such a place that the Mechanic Emperor could conduct all sorts of experiments on an evil god, using him as a test subject.
In the vast expanse of the void, Muria had fired a shot from such a great distance. If it had actually hit the evil god, the latter might as well give up and end his own existence.
Although Muria had anticipated the outcome of his attack, he had not expected the evil god to refrain from retaliating and instead attempt to engage in dialogue. This behavior was quite surprising.
If he had done something like this to any Titan, there would have been no exchange of words—just an immediate fight.
"Son of Titans and Dragons, Muria!"
Having just fired a shot and still feeling the thrill, Muria responded to the evil god, whose temperament seemed completely at odds with his appearance, while continuing to charge the weapon.
This evil god gave him a different impression from the twisted and grotesque Old Ones he had encountered before. At the very least, this evil god did not have the disgusting tentacles or the mouths filled with fangs covering his body, making him slightly more bearable to look at.
However, he still carried the aura of those epics who chose the path of world destruction—the end of all things, the silence of life, the sinking of the earth, the wailing of all beings… These were the words that came to mind when one saw an evil god.
Epics who chose to gain source power and comprehend the laws of the world by destroying worlds had a common title: World Destroyers. They were the enemies of all living beings and the enemies of worlds.
No world would welcome them, except perhaps their own home world. When these World Destroyers, shrouded in the cursed mist of destroyed worlds, approached a major world, there was a high probability they would be attacked by the world itself.
Major worlds with a long history could generally nurture a number of epics or gods capable of fighting epics, all of whom could be used to defend the world.
"Son of Titans and Dragons!" Just this self-introduction extinguished a large portion of the Desolate Evil God's anger, because this title made it clear that the being before him was different from himself. He had a powerful race backing him, a being with a significant background.
Although the Desolate Evil God had no intention of engaging in conflict with Muria, Muria had no plans to let him go…
In my story, evil gods are not mindless beings with only the power to destroy worlds. They are epics who have chosen the path of world destruction.
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