Chapter 275: Power of Command, Are You Here to Pick a Fight?
Upon hearing this, Jesse's brows immediately furrowed.
He scrutinized Aaron up and down; he was handsome, very handsome, but he was an East Asian.
But it didn't matter; although his skin color wasn't 'correct,' God was benevolent; even Black people were accepted, let alone East Asians.
"Buddy, as long as you're not Satan, there's nothing that can't be borne."
"God is benevolent, selfless, great, and wise; he can bless everyone, even if you are an East Asian."
Jesse spoke with piety and reverence, his peripheral vision still scanning his surroundings.
There was no one else... no executioners, no armed men.
He could confirm that, at least inside and outside the church, there were only him and Aaron.
Aaron said playfully, "God is benevolent, selfless, righteous, and upright? Are you sure?"
Jesse nodded, "Of course! I'm sure; as you can see, I am a holy pastor—I don't lie."
"Who told you that? The Bible?" Aaron almost couldn't help but laugh.
He didn't know about the God of other worlds, but as for the God of this universe... he had already abandoned heaven and wandered, becoming a bad-tempered, white-haired old man who would kill his creations at the slightest provocation.
And he also wanted to force love, making his creations say they loved him.
Tsk... Thinking about it, Cassidy the Vampire had only lived for two hundred years and was already so miserable, so wouldn't God, who had lived for billions of years, be even more perverse?
Literally perverse; perhaps it wouldn't be surprising if he thought about destroying humanity at some point, after all, he had already destroyed it once, hadn't he?
Jesse was silent for a moment; of course, the Bible told him this, and besides that... there was also the Word of God.
The prodigal son's return is priceless, he stated, this is true!
Child, I know you may have suffered many injustices, but perhaps that was because of your skin color. Now, if you sincerely pray to God, he will protect you, just as he protects me."
Jesse's expression was very serious; he himself was living proof.
"Oh?"
Aaron raised an eyebrow, "Then do you know, God might not be white; he could also be black."
"Impossible!"
Jesse subconsciously retorted. After all, as a white man, he was blessed by God. If God were black, then why weren't black people the ones blessed?
"You don't believe it? Then let me tell you."
Aaron's tone held no reverence, speaking calmly and casually: "It's well-known that God's children all call him Father, but no one has ever seen him."
Jesse was initially a bit bewildered, but soon, he realized the problem, and his expression changed repeatedly.
Although he really didn't want to admit it, these words sounded… inexplicably reasonable?
No, how could I think such a thing?
A grave sin!
"Child, merely speaking these words to me can be considered a sin."
Jesse suppressed his displeasure, and seeing Aaron's amused expression, he couldn't help but get angry, "Are you deliberately looking for trouble?"
"Now, leave this place immediately, and never enter this holy church again!"
Jesse spoke in a commanding tone.
At the same time, a force, following the power of the voice, entered Aaron's ear, attempting to control Aaron's mind and body.
This was the power of command!
For a moment, Aaron almost wavered, but instantly, the effect of the Indestructible Body activated, and he quickly broke free from the power of Genesis.
Although the ability he wielded, similar to God's holy Word, was not Jesse's Genesis power, there was a difference between the two, but it was not significant.
He could generally understand this ability, and thus could nullify it.
Aaron stood motionless.
Jesse's expression changed drastically, "How is that possible?"
It seemed like he was talking to himself, and yet also questioning Aaron.
Unable to accept this fact, he spoke again: "I say, squat down immediately!"
Aaron remained still.
Jesse took two steps back. This time, a thought struck him, and he shouted in an unfamiliar and extremely peculiar dragon country language (chinese): "Crawl!"
Thank goodness, during his days of fooling around, he had once interacted with an Easterner.
He hadn't learned many good words from that person,
only common and easy-to-understand phrases like: Get lost! Crawl! I'll give you a slap! What the f*ck! F*ck!
According to the other person, 'What the f*ck' was the most versatile and could be said in almost any situation.
But now, "Crawl!" was undoubtedly the most suitable.
Aaron was East Asian; it was understandable if he didn't understand English, but he surely knew dragon country language (chinese), right?
Jesse subconsciously ignored the fact that Aaron had previously communicated with him normally in English, or rather, he was unwilling to believe that his ability was ineffective against Aaron.
That was the power of God!
"Had enough fun? The power of Genesis is quite good, but soon I'll have it too."
Aaron chuckled, grabbing Jesse's shoulder amidst Jesse's terrified expression.
"Damn it, don't underestimate me!"
"Before I became a missionary, I was the most famous street hooligan in the ten-mile radius. Fighting? Then you've come to the right person…"
"Ugh, ah!"
With a slight exertion of force from Aaron, Jesse's face contorted in pain. He felt as if the hand on his shoulder contained ten thousand tons of force.
Forgive him for using that description; he truly didn't understand why this action rendered him completely powerless, as if he was being crushed by the Alps.
Jesse's speed in backing down was unexpectedly fast; his voice immediately softened.
"I'm sorry, please let me go. I know I was wrong. I admit my voice was a bit loud just now."
"Big brother, could you please give me another chance?"
Aaron's mouth twitched, "Don't you believe in God? Doesn't he protect his children? What are you afraid of?"
Jesse forced a smile and said, "Actually, just a few nights ago, I was already planning to resign. Being a pastor is just a job, and I've long wanted to quit."
He wasn't lying. Because of some events that happened recently, he had doubts about God's existence and justice. He once wondered if he could truly enlighten others.
After all, before becoming a pastor, he was a complete scoundrel. If there really was a God, he would probably go to hell.
But that night, as he prayed in the church, preparing to resign from God, a force struck him, giving him the power to command others.
This was God's holy Word.
From then on, his faith was refilled. But now… he had some doubts again. Oh no, he didn't doubt; he felt that this was a tribulation he had to endure before God entrusted him with a great responsibility.
Well, he believed God would understand his humiliating words, which were unfavorable to God, spoken to overcome the tribulation.
God would forgive… Aaron was noncommittal to these words, as he was sorting out his new power.
"Genesis (God's Holy Word): Detected similar ability has been fused (Word of Power (Yan Ling)). You have mastered the power of the holy Word and the power of command. Your voice can command all living beings, whether matter or energy, alive or dead. The effect depends on the strength of the ability and your power."
Chapter 276: God is a dog by the roadside, utterly absurd.
Genesis!
God's Word of Power (Yan Ling)!
Aaron had the illusion of witnessing God's creation.
Jesse's Genesis, normally guarded by angels, under accidental and inevitable influences, directly entered Jesse's body.
Although this was a power that even angels and demons feared.
However, in reality, this ability had significant flaws.
Any ordinary person could deafen themselves and be exempt from its commanding power.
At first glance, it seemed very weak,
but this holy Word ability could affect the omniscient and Almighty Power God.
Sometimes, knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing.
God knew all languages, so he was countered to death.
And when Genesis left, God also disappeared.
Perhaps he came looking for it himself? Perhaps he was simply on strike? Or perhaps he was hiding?
The profound meaning of it all was known only to God. Aaron was too lazy to listen.
He only knew that his holy Word ability was definitely countless times stronger than Jesse's.
Whether in terms of effect strength or versatility, it could almost be said to have no flaws.
Even if the other party didn't understand, it didn't matter; the power of command would force the other party to understand and then act according to what Aaron said.
Hypnosis of young women, hypnosis of teachers, hypnosis of… Damn it, it must be memories from a past life that struck me down!
I am an irreconcilable enemy of gambling!
Aaron's current holy Word power, like Almighty Power, could easily create worlds, making the entire world change according to his words.
Its core was command, a genuine power of command!
It was incomparable to Jesse's half-baked Genesis.
"Big brother? Handsome guy? Great deity?"
"Shut up!"
Aaron spoke impatiently, and Jesse instantly couldn't help but close his mouth.
His pupils were filled with complexity and fear. This was his power!
The most crucial thing was that Aaron said "shut up" in dragon country language (chinese), which he didn't understand!
It was like listening to an alien language.
But… why did he subconsciously understand and comply even though he didn't understand?
Aaron also had the Word of Power (Yan Ling)? And it was even more powerful than his?
"Oh, your Genesis isn't as powerful as my Genesis. Could it be that your Genesis is female, and mine is male, so yours has to listen to mine?"
Jesse blinked repeatedly but kept nodding, seemingly quite in agreement.
Oh no, I'm being affected by the power again!
Jesse finally understood the terrible experience of people affected by his power.
Unable to resist, yet obeying their "inner self" and complying.
It was absolutely terrible.
Suddenly,
Jesse thought of a possibility, and his already wide pupils widened even further.
"Wait, are you…"
"I am not God, and I don't have a child like you."
Aaron seemed to see through his thoughts and spoke first.
Jesse was stunned for a moment. He still didn't believe it. If God could be black, then why couldn't he be East Asian?
God was so great; what couldn't he become? Even a dog passing by could be God himself!
Jesse glanced at the husky that had appeared at the church entrance at some point, sticking out its tongue like an idiot, then looked back at Aaron.
"If you are not God, then why…"
"You wouldn't think there's only one Genesis, would you? No way, no way?"
Aaron looked genuinely surprised, "Is there a possibility that besides your Genesis, there are more Genesis, and even many Gods?"
"…"
Jesse gave an awkward laugh, subconsciously glancing at Aaron's Iron Fist.
Your Iron Fist is big, so whatever you say is right. What else can I do? Of course, I choose to believe.
To say such rebellious and blasphemous things in a sacred place like a church, if it were anyone else, at any other time, he would have made them understand what the Iron Fist of justice was.
He was a pastor, true, but he could also resume his old profession at any time, transforming into a close-combat expert, a berserker, wildly throwing sloppy punches.
At this moment, Aaron glanced at the church entrance and suddenly chuckled, "Didn't you want to see God? Actually, you've already seen him."
"Hmm?"
Jesse looked at Aaron with an expression that said, "I knew it."
No more pretending, are we? Laying your cards on the table, are we?
I knew it, you are God… "He is God, that Siberian husky with clear, foolish eyes."
Aaron pointed at the husky at the main entrance, tilting its head and widening its innocent eyes, and said.
Jesse's smile froze on his face.
I was wrong, you are not God, you are Satan! You are the devil!
God is a dog by the roadside… No, how can I use such blasphemous words to describe Father?
Although he had thought about it just now, Jesse would never admit it... "Big brother, it's fine if you don't want to admit you are God, but..."
Jesse looked at the husky, especially its clear eyes, and he still couldn't bring himself to say that God was a dog.
He said tactfully, "Actually, you could use better things to describe him, like the sun, the stars, or at the very least, a lion or a shepherd."
"Alright... even if it's a dog... at least it should be a sheepdog, right?"
"A husky... actually, it's quite fierce, but it's just a bit..."
"Stupid!" Aaron supplemented.
Jesse subconsciously nodded. Yes, that was the word.
Wait, they couldn't discuss this any further.
Talking about God being a dog... in a sacred church, it was an egregious sin, the most severe crime that would surely lead to hell.
He believed in God and felt that he could hear his prayers, so he naturally couldn't continue to agree with Aaron's words.
Jesse smiled and approached the husky, "Hello, whose puppy are you? Do you need uncle to take you home? Maybe you need a sausage? A bite to eat?"
"Or a pile of shit!"
Aaron said from behind, and Jesse also nodded, but in the church, he still restrained himself a little, "If you need it, I can provide that too."
For some reason, Jesse suddenly felt the surrounding environment turn cold.
He looked up blankly, the sun was bright, the weather was fine, a scene of prosperity.
So this cold air... The husky stood up, shook its head, a flash of light passed over its body, and then it transformed into a big uncle with messy white hair and a white beard.
He even had a big beer belly, like he was ten months pregnant.
And he was wearing a pair of unrestrained slippers, puffing out his belly and stroking his beard, saying, "I want to ask, who are you?"
The white-bearded uncle looked at Aaron with a bad tone.
Jesse was a bit confused and couldn't help but ask, "Before that, who are you?"
"Aren't you looking for me, my child?" God's eyes were a bit unfriendly, but he had more important things to do.
Jesse was even more confused.
No way, was God really just a stray on the side of the road?
Ridiculous opened the door for ridiculous — it was ridiculously home!
Chapter 277: Power of God, Father God above, please accept this child's bow
Jesse was a child that God had once paid great attention to.
He had even left him some small tests.
Hmm, once upon a time.
For a child to dare to say that his father was a stray on the side of the road, even if it was a sheepdog, it was still shocking.
Even if he did turn into a dog, it was fine for him to transform, but it was wrong for others to say it.
But before that,
The white-bearded uncle stared closely at Aaron, "You are not my child!"
"I smell a terrible, unfamiliar scent from you. What are you doing in my territory?"
"Don't worry about my origin, it's not important, is it? As for my name... Aaron, remember this name..."
Aaron hadn't finished speaking when he was rudely interrupted by the white-bearded uncle, "No, I don't need to remember your name either. A name is just a meaningless symbol."
"In fact, outsiders are not welcome here!"
The white-bearded uncle seemed quite irritable. If he hadn't been constantly paying attention to Jesse, he wouldn't have noticed Aaron's presence in the first place.
Yes, when Aaron arrived in this universe, he was completely unaware.
If Aaron had looked for other ordinary people instead of Jesse, he might not even have known that an anomaly had entered his home.
This made him, who prided himself on being omniscient and omnipotent, quite displeased.
"If I were you, you'd better leave immediately before I get angry!"
Aaron raised an eyebrow, "Oh, haven't you already retired?"
After Jesse obtained Genesis, God mysteriously disappeared.
Even the angels in Heaven were in a frenzy, some even considering finding a rogue to impersonate God temporarily.
No one knew that God had come to the human world and turned into a dog.
The white-bearded uncle said righteously, "My retirement is my retirement, but you are not allowed in!"
"Everything here is my creation, and an anomaly like you should leave!"
"Boy, don't make me angry. You'll never know how terrifying the wrath of a god can be!"
God said so.
However, Aaron was not afraid at all, and said calmly, "Stand still and don't move!"
God was about to sneer. Would Aaron listen to him? What did he think he was?
He was about to speak, but then he found that his feet were connected to the earth, and he really couldn't move!
Not only his legs, but even his hands lost their ability to move.
"This... Genesis?"
God thought of something and looked coldly at Jesse.
He actually hated Genesis, after all, it was the product of the union of Heaven and demons, and should not exist.
But now, Aaron was using a power similar to Genesis to affect him.
This was very absurd.
However, in the original work,
He had also been affected and controlled by Jesse using the Power of Genesis.
This power, which seemed to be ignored even by the deaf, could be determined by a single word for the creator of this world.
It could only be said to be too magical.
Aaron just wanted to give it a try. After all, if even Jesse's Genesis could affect God, there was no reason his couldn't.
It seemed the effect was surprisingly good.
God?
Truly a stray on the side of the road.
An epic weakening!
Aaron shook his head. He no longer held much hope for the power he was about to obtain from God.
This thing, was it really one of the infinite avatars of the omnipotent supreme god and supreme observer?
Or was it a weak chicken creator god from a remote universe wearing God's skin?
Where is your Time Power, your Space Power?
As God, are you unable to even use other rule-level powers?
Forget it, no need to dwell on it.
He would know once he grabbed and instantly melted it.
"Wait, that's God!"
Jesse finally reacted to what was happening.
Although he didn't believe that the great, omniscient, and omnipotent God could be controlled by Aaron, he could not tolerate Aaron trampling on "Father God"... or rather, an avatar? in front of him.
Aaron merely glanced at him, ignoring the Power of Genesis in his words. Under God's terrified gaze,
A black hole flashed and disappeared. This God, who had just appeared and hadn't made any statements, thus entered the primal furnace and was instantly decomposed.
[Power of God (Incomplete): Detected similar abilities have been integrated (Power of Creation, Power of the Primordial Lord of Heaven). You have mastered the characteristics of one of God's infinite avatars, representing numerous powers such as life, creation, order, light, time, etc., containing supreme potential.]
After careful analysis, Aaron discovered that this power should be the power of the supreme god.
But it was one of infinite parts.
So weak that it barely maintained the power of a single universe.
Moreover, it leaned more towards creation and life, which meant that although God himself possessed a super-weakened version of omniscience and omnipotence, his actual combat ability was unbelievably weak.
This was even after integrating Aaron's own Power of Creation and the Power of the Primordial Lord of Heaven.
If it were his original power... Tch, in other parallel universes, he would probably be a stray on the side of the road, beaten to death by heroes.
Aaron highly doubted whether he had fully inherited a weakened version of the supreme god's complete power. Most likely not, right?
However... better than nothing.
The Power of God encompassed many power characteristics, which made it easier for Aaron to understand different powers.
Jesse swallowed hard, looking at Aaron, who was deep in thought, and the empty church. His face turned dark, and he stammered, "Wh... where is God?"
"Dead," Aaron replied casually, still deep in thought.
Jesse was stunned, feeling as if the sky had fallen.
He had only received God's blessing a few days ago, and now you're telling me that God was killed by you?
He forced a smile, "Hehe, you're really joking. That person just now must have been an avatar Father God used to walk among humans. He is the creator, how could he die?"
Aaron looked up at him, "He was indeed one of the infinite avatars, but he was the creator of this world. Now, he is dead."
"In a sense, I can now also be considered God? I can do what he could, and I can still do what he couldn't."
Jesse was dumbfounded.
Crazy, everyone's gone crazy!
It must be hell invading heaven, and the devil seducing his mind.
That was God! He just came out, said a few harsh words, and then quickly went offline?
Do you think God is just a cannon fodder extra who doesn't even last one episode? Even if he's an important extra, he shouldn't only have a few minutes of screen time!
At this moment, Aaron suddenly walked towards the top of the church.
With a wave of his hand, he erased Jesse's, or rather, the priest's, lectern and replaced it with a chilling ice throne.
And above the throne, there was a lifelike golden angel statue with wings, and the dazzling divine light of God was shining.
However, the combination of these two was exceptionally incongruous.
Jesse was silent for a moment, his back already soaked. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, "What... what are you going to do?"
"Waiting for some guests."
Aaron didn't elaborate, but Jesse vaguely guessed something.
If God really died, the trouble would be huge.
Would Heaven launch an attack? When the angels came, Satan would definitely come to join the fun.
Of course, all of this was based on God really being dead.
Jesse felt the Power of Genesis within him tremble with fear, like a helpless child.
Witnessing his own father die, even a rebellious entity like Genesis was probably scared silly, right?
So, God really died?
Then should I kneel now?
He secretly glanced at Aaron, who was meditating, and quickly lowered his head again.
To fight to the death for God? It's not worth it for humanity.
If God himself was instantly killed, what was he? Even if the creator was reborn, he would understand, right?
Moreover... God died, but a new God appeared.
He didn't care who God was; he only wanted to be God's "child."
"Father God above, please accept this child's bow." Jessefell to his knees with a thud.
At this moment, Jesse vaguely sensed a person named Lu Bu giving him online guidance.
It's better to kneel early than to kneel quickly!
Chapter 278: The Saint Slayer Arrives, Even Death Will Die!
The moment God died,
it seemed that heaven and earth also sensed at this moment that its creator had perished.
Gusts of wind and rain swept across the globe almost simultaneously.
In an instant, the world lost its color.
Whether it was Heaven or Hell, both were drawn to this celestial phenomenon.
They couldn't sense that God had died, but they knew that a change in the world's color was either an auspicious sign or a disaster, potentially even affecting all gods and demons.
From the current perspective, it seemed more like... a disaster?
And the moment God died,
the light, unknown to mortals,
situated above heaven and earth, was gradually suppressed by darkness.
The forces that originally restrained and balanced each other experienced a heaven-defying shift in an instant.
What was alarming was that this time, it almost teetered on the brink.
Although the power of light quickly surged again, expelling and suppressing the darkness,
any discerning person could see that
this world... had changed.
"Could it be that something happened to God?"
Satan, the king of hell, looked at the human world through the boundless hell, filled with doubt and unease.
In that instant, his heart was not secretly delighted, but filled with terror and fear.
God died, but how did he die? Why was he completely unaware?
It couldn't have been suicide, could it?
No, no, no, impossible.
That short-tempered old man, though his personality was extremely vile and even overly paranoid, should not have died at this moment; it was meaningless and unnecessary.
So, who murdered God?
Would this stranger who killed God also be able to kill him?
Although he didn't think anyone in this world had such an ability,
he was confident that, apart from God, no one from this world would possess such power.
Wait,
perhaps there was one more.
Could it be the Angel of Death?
Did another Angel betray Heaven?
Satan couldn't sit still; he vaguely heard that the Angel of Death seemed dissatisfied with his job and wanted to find a successor and resign.
Did God refuse to allow him to leave, and the Angel of Death, not getting his way, decided to murder God? How did he do it?
Thinking of this, Satan couldn't help but go to find the Angel of Death to demand an explanation.
Similarly, the Angels in Heaven,
also vaguely guessed the possibility that God had died.
For a time,
all the Angels were so terrified by this speculation that they were beside themselves.
They didn't understand why "minor matters" like Genesisescaping and God disappearing suddenly escalated to the major event of God's Death.
To confirm this speculation,
the Angels could only find God himself, or the Angel of Death, who was responsible for Death, to understand the situation.
Among them, the Angels Fiore and Deblank, who were guarding Genesis, secretly snuck into Hell, hiding from the other Angels, to find the Angel of Death.
And at the same time,
somewhere in Hell,
the Angel of Death, who had just transformed his wings and Sword of Death into the Spear of Death and given it to the Saint Slayer, looked up in confusion, filled with both fear and bewilderment.
The Saint Slayer was a little puzzled, "Something's happening?"
"God is dead... His soul has perished from this universe."
The Angel of Death said, then murmured to himself, "But this doesn't follow the procedure; shouldn't I be the one to guide the deceased?"
Although the Angel of Death was an Angel, subject to God's supervision in terms of identity, he wielded the power of Death, and with the Sword of Death in his hand, he was supposed to preside over the Death of all living beings.
He not only guided human deceased, but also Angels, Demons, and even Satan and God!
He was born in this universe, yet transcended it.
Or rather, he was the embodiment of the MultiverseAngel of Death; to some extent, he was considered the most terrifying existence in this universe.
But now, this God of Death was lost in confusion.
Soon, the Angel of Death thought of something and looked at the Saint Slayer, "Go to the human world immediately! Find Genesis, investigate the truth of God's Death. I have a premonition that if we don't figure this out, perhaps our own Death is imminent!"
The Saint Slayer was stunned, "Even Death will die?"
"Death will certainly die, and the one who grants Deathto Death is a greater Death!"
The Angel of Death said, word by word.
But soon, he reacted.
He had resigned and retired; now the Saint Slayer was performing the duties of Death.
So... he was safe, he was free!
Thus, the Angel of Death gave his order and immediately ran off.
The Saint Slayer held his two guns, somewhat bewildered.
No, on my first day as Death, I have to investigate the Death of God?
Maybe I even have to go kill You-Know-Who who murdered God.
Me?!
The shadow cast by God's Death lasted for several days.
Aaron had been waiting for the reactions from Heaven and Hell.
Especially the Saint Slayer.
He waited on the throne for two days, but didn't see a single visitor.
"The efficiency of the Angels and Demons in this world is simply too low."
Aaron frowned, his words full of dissatisfaction.
I've already killed God, and you can't even find the first crime scene.
Did God raise you all to be such useless scum? Even a ninety-year-old old lady next door is more agile than you!
Aaron's voice was not concealed, which made Jesse, who was sitting at the children's table nearby, feel his scalp tingle.
Beside him were his Black ex-girlfriend Tulip, his assistant Emily, and his "ally," the Irish Vampire Cassidy.
Originally, Tulip and Cassidy had come to Jesse to do something big.
They wanted to help Jesse research his Word of Power (Yan Ling) ability, and at the same time, they planned to search for God together.
However, when they arrived here, they heard both good news and bad news.
The good news was that God had been found.
The bad news was that God was dead.
He died right there in the church.
Instantly killed by the man sitting on the throne.
Facing such a super God of Slaughter, even the fearless Vampire Cassidy had to slouch his head like a quail, waiting obediently.
The few of them glared at Jesse, as if to say: Why didn't you tell us in advance?
Jesse smiled bitterly and replied with his eyes: I wouldn't dare!
With Aaron here, how could he dare to make any small moves? He dedicated every day to Aaron, swearing that he had never been so respectful and filial even to his own father.
He was afraid of neglecting the other party.
But unfortunately, Aaron did not acknowledge him as his adopted son.
Jesse thought to himself, he probably didn't kneel fast enough.
If he had knelt down before God appeared, he should be able to walk sideways across the Three Realms by now, right?
At this moment, Aaron seemed to grow impatient,
with a wave of his hand, he swept away the gloomy clouds that were weeping for God in heaven and earth.
He showed no intention of hiding his divine power.
And almost simultaneously,
several powerful auras swept in from afar.
Holy Angels, the evil Satan, and... the immortal Saint Slayer.
"They've finally arrived."
Aaron's frown had not eased.
His limited patience had already vanished during the wait.
For these utterly inefficient fellows, Aaron didn't even bother to put on a pleasant expression.
When the Angels and Satan walked in,
their first glance landed on Aaron, who was sitting on the throne with a stern face.
For some reason, even Satan, who always prided himself on his wickedness, couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart when he saw Aaron.
How terrifying were those deep eyes; he felt as if he was looking at darkness itself!
Not his petty darkness, but the true, endless abyss.
The Saint Slayer, walking alongside the Angels, instinctively gripped his twin guns and looked up at Aaron, immediately feeling his scalp tingle.
Because... Aaron was looking at him with a half-smile!
Chapter 279: Infinite Penetration, Absolute Death!
"You've all arrived. Your speed is much slower than I expected."
Aaron swept his gaze over them with a scrutinizing look, then slowly spoke.
His voice was very deep, yet it carried a certain magic, making the few people below feel an indescribable pressure.
The angels Fiore and Deblank exchanged glances, then instinctively looked towards Satan.
Despite being angels, they were, in reality, merely unremarkable members of Heaven, tasked with guarding Genesis.
With Genesis having escaped, they had caused immense trouble, so much so that they dared not inform the other angels.
Facing Aaron, who was suspected of having killed God, they instinctively yielded the stage to Satan.
After all, this was the king of hell.
Satan, a muscular demon entirely red with a pair of bull horns, looked grave. "Who are you? Why is there no record of you in Hell?"
"An old man asked me the same question earlier. His attitude was very rude, so he left."
"Perhaps you could rephrase your question."
Aaron, from his high throne, looked down at Satan.
He was considering which great deity from the DC world this universe's Satan corresponded to.
Was it Lucifer, who ranked second or third? Or the initial fallen angel, a loser? Or Trigon? Of course, it could also be other great demons who had once borne the name of Satan.
The ruler of Hell in DC was not just one individual; in fact, different people had become the king of hell at different times.
Sometimes, there would even be two Kings of Hell co-managing Hell, and some of them were even angels.
As for demons who took the name Satan, they were countless.
Satan simply meant 'demon king.' Theoretically, any demon with powerful magic could call himself Satan, though their power levels would differ.
Aaron hoped that this Satan was a collective entity of all beings named Satan from other parallel universes. Perhaps this could grant him 'Satan's Power,' making him the ultimate father of all demons named Satan.
As for Lucifer? He hadn't considered that, as this Satan's appearance alone made it impossible for him to be Lucifer.
That conceited fellow wouldn't have such poor taste.
The king of hell, Satan, heard Aaron's impolite remarks, and being short-tempered, he immediately became enraged.
"While I don't know what power you possess to kill God, if you think you're invincible, then you're too naive."
"You're not just facing me, but Hell and Heaven, and... Death!"
Satan snorted, crossing his arms proudly. "Oh, strange deity, the Saint Slayer only needs to pull the trigger of his revolver to easily kill you!"
The Saint Slayer smirked, playing with his DeathRevolver. However, just as he was about to spin the revolver to demonstrate his skilled 'gunmanship'...
"What revolver?"
Aaron asked, puzzled. The Saint Slayer suddenly felt his hands lighten. By the time he reacted, the DeathRevolvers in his hands had vanished without a trace!
The Saint Slayer realized something and abruptly looked up, only to see Aaron playing with his revolver!
"When did that happen?!"
At this moment, Aaron suddenly held both revolvers and pointed them at Satan.
Satan was startled and hastily shielded Fiore and Deblank in front of him.
But he clearly underestimated his own massive physique.
Being nearly two meters tall, even with two angels in front of him, half of his head and his pointed bull horns were still exposed.
Seeing this, Satan quickly half-squatted, revealing only his two bull horns.
Fiore and Deblank, seeing themselves being pointed at with guns, secretly cursed the Saint Slayer for being unreliable, but they quickly followed suit, trying to shield the Saint Slayer in front of them.
But how could Satan let his shields escape? He couldn't do anything to Aaron, who held the Death Revolvers, but he could certainly deal with two watchdogs!
Satan's strong, muscular arms grabbed the two unfortunate brothers and held them firmly in front.
This scene made everyone else burst out laughing.
Jesse outright guffawed.
Seeing Satan and the angels look over, he quickly waved his hands, "Sorry, I'm a professionally trained pastor. No matter how funny it is, we won't laugh, unless we can't help it..."
Satan glared at him, while Fiore and the other angel were drawn to Jesse.
Intimidated by Aaron's power, they hadn't paid attention to anyone other than Aaron since entering, but upon closer inspection...
Wait, this aura...
How is it like Genesis?
Had Genesis also been captured by Aaron?!
Hiss~ This trouble just got bigger!
"Give me back my gun!"
The Saint Slayer stepped forward with a dark expression.
Aaron suddenly pointed the revolver at him. "I'm curious, what would happen if you, the immortal, were shot?"
This question indeed stumped everyone.
Including the Saint Slayer himself.
Having returned from Hell, he became a special being without a soul, thus making him immortal and indestructible.
Even Genesis couldn't control him.
As a result, after Jesse deceived the Saint Slayer, he gave a part of his soul to the other party, which allowed him to control him, but still couldn't kill him.
The Death Revolver, on the other hand, was bestowed by the Angel of Death and possessed absolute Death.
Theoretically, without a soul, he wouldn't be deprived by Death.
But in reality, the DC Universe doesn't allow such an overpowered existence.
Death encompasses everything.
Except for Death itself and the supreme god.
Even Lucifer might not be exempt from Death.
Whether the Saint Slayer could be immune to the DeathRevolver was hard to say.
Because he couldn't shoot himself.
But now, it seemed this question could finally be answered?
Everyone thought Aaron would shoot, including the Saint Slayer himself.
They might witness a century-old mystery being unveiled.
However, to everyone's surprise, Aaron did not shoot. Instead, while everyone was captivated by the question, he melted the Death Revolver.
[Power of Death (Absolute Death): Similar ability detected and merged. Your authority over Death has increased again, capable of bestowing Death upon angels or demons, even extra-dimensional beings cannot be exempted.]
[Infinite Penetration: Similar ability detected and merged (Soul Blade, Power of Crossing). Your attacks possess powerful penetration, enough to pierce through all obstacles and defenses, directly hitting any enemy you sense or see, even dimensions cannot isolate your power.]
Chapter 280: Light-Speed Kneeling, Death of the Saint Slayer
Infinite Penetration?
Aaron was a little surprised, but then he remembered that the Saint Slayer once used the Death Revolver to pierce through the Earth and kill an unfortunate soul on the other side of the planet, and he suddenly understood.
The Saint Slayer was originally the most unreasonable fellow in this universe.
Immortal and indestructible, Sure Hit, Absolute Death, Infinite Bullets...
With numerous abilities stacked on him, he was definitely a super bug.
Most of these abilities came from the Death Revolver.
Now that Aaron had melted the Death Revolver, he naturally gained these characteristics.
Sure Hit had already been acquired. The principle of infinite bullets was energy, and Aaron already possessed infinite energy, so the so-called infinite bullets naturally couldn't exceed his limit.
"Infinite Penetration, merged with Soul Blade and Power of Crossing, theoretically possesses the power to penetrate all objects."
"Whether it's the magic of imagination, or impregnable physical defenses, or even formless, intangible, extra-dimensional worlds, nothing can stop my attacks."
"Combined with Inhibition Field and Flaw Strike(Inhibition Field combines Inhibition Field + Fantasy Killer+ others; Soul Blade includes Unhealing Scar; Flaw Strikecombines Eye of Delusion Breaking Divinity (Skill/Ability)+ All-Seeing Eye + others), wouldn't I be able to sit in the Reality Universe and precisely attack any target, any being, within infinite Reality Universes, and even within infinite dimensions?"
"And the Power of Death... even evil, formless devils, or angels beyond time, will surely die if hit, with no escape. Even if they traverse time, my attacks will follow the river of time and strike them down!"
"The most terrifying thing in the world is to become my enemy..."
Aaron silently mourned for his enemies.
Who told you to provoke a cheater?
Frankly speaking,
Aaron didn't need to use other, more powerful abilities; just combining these four abilities was enough to become the nightmare of other gods and demons.
Perhaps they would be sitting at home, and the next moment a bullet would pierce through infinite distance, hit their forehead, forcefully erase their life force, and deliver them to Death.
He hoped Sister Death would like it.
Aaron once again created two identical Death Revolvers.
He also added a little decoration to these two guns.
The originally rough, silver-white gun body transformed into a brilliant golden yellow, shimmering under the sunlight.
Aaron also added a few small buffs to this gun.
There wasn't much to say, just that on top of the original features, he added things like Speed Force, The Green (DC Universe Life Force), and so on.
With a thought, he could switch to rapid-fire mode, speeding up the bullets to deliver Death faster.
At the same time, the revolver's rapid-fire mode could transform into a machine gun, firing tens of thousands of bullets per second, turning this top-tier single-target artifact into an AOE output artifact.
It could truly be called an epic enhancement.
This allowed the wielder to transform into a Deathstorm, instantly wiping out a super army alone!
And it could also switch to healing mode, transforming from a gun of Death into a gun of life.
It could deliver healing power to desired targets across infinite universes and the river of time.
In this mode, the wielder could become a super healer. Even in a team battle, they wouldn't need to go to the battlefield; they could stay home and heal teammates from a distance. One shot could fully restore someone's condition, almost bringing them back from the dead.
Moreover, this healing was targeted. Even if someone tried to snatch the healing or block it in between, it would be useless; the bullet would pass through them and reach the intended target.
After this wave of enhancements, calling it the DeathRevolver was clearly no longer appropriate.
This was a terrifying gun of Death, and also a gun of life full of vitality and love.
"Maybe I could call it the Golden Revolver? Or one called Deathstorm and the other Lifebringer?"
Aaron was deliberating when, to the horror of others, he suddenly shot himself.
"No!"
Jesse screamed in fright.
Satan was dumbfounded. "Someone's so tired of living that they're committing suicide?"
The Saint Slayer, meanwhile, was pained for his gun. Its originally beautiful, cold silver body had turned into a gaudy, ugly, and overly vulgar golden color.
But Aaron had shot himself, perhaps he could get the gun back and repaint it?
But surprisingly,
Aaron was completely unharmed after being shot.
There was clearly a bullet mark on his arm, but no sign of impending Death?
"Impossible! Where did you hide my gun?"
The Saint Slayer tried to retrieve his silver-white DeathRevolver from Aaron.
But Aaron pointed the revolver at him at that moment.
"This isn't my gun, you can't do anything to me!"
"Give me back my gun!"
The Saint Slayer was not afraid; instead, he charged forward proactively.
Bang!
The bullet left the barrel, instantly hitting the Saint Slayerand shattering him completely!
Saint Slayer still died.
However, he did not die by the Death Revolver, but by Aaron's Inhibition Field.
Saint Slayer was, after all, the most important character in that world, having slaughtered his way through Heaven and Hell, personally killing Satan and God, truly the Saint Slayer among Saint Slayers.
Ordinary methods, at least those of others within this universe, could not harm Saint Slayer.
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Only by using rules from beyond the universe, transcending this world, could Saint Slayer be killed.
Coincidentally, Aaron knew how!
Aaron casually gathered the scattered remains of Saint Slayer and refined them.
After a while,
Aaron said with a look of disgust, "I thought he was so powerful, but he's just a useless little weakling."
He did not gain any characteristics from Saint Slayer.
Because Saint Slayer was a being without a soul to begin with; his inability to die was also based on his lack of a soul.
In other words, if another person were to go through the same process, they could also become an immortal who "transcends the three realms and is not bound by the five elements."
However, this was quite useless to Aaron.
But Aaron wasn't too disheartened; after all, his current immortality characteristic was even superior to Saint Slayer's.
In fact, he had too many ways to kill Saint Slayer.
Granting a soul to the opponent with soul power, then finishing him off with the Eye of Judgment.
Or direct refining and devouring by the primal furnace.
Or snatching Saint Slayer's soul from between heaven and earth, from the hands of Death; with a soul, Saint Slayer would no longer be immortal.
However, for Aaron himself, if he encountered such an enemy, he would have no other options.
Aaron then looked at Satan and the two angels.
Meeting Aaron's gaze and seeing the motionless "remains" of Saint Slayer, all three of them changed drastically.
Fiore and Deblank had an idea, and they both prostrated themselves.
"Great Lord, great God, we are willing to be your sheepdogs, to be at your command, to serve you."
Satan was dumbfounded. The angels knelt already? Damn it, how could they kneel faster than me!
Satan had originally wanted to maintain some composure, to demonstrate his worth, as his status was "equivalent" to God's.
However, it was this delay that caused the revolver to turn and point at him again.
Satan flinched and was about to kneel, but the bullet's speed was faster than his genuflection.
In less than one ten-thousandth of a second, the bullet, carrying Death and Speed Force, struck Satan's chest at light speed.
The latter exploded with a bang.
Satan, dead!
This scene terrified the two angels, who were drenched in sweat, secretly relieved that they had knelt quickly enough.
If they had been even a nanosecond slower, they would have died without a burial place!
Saint Slayer and God were both dead; they didn't think that the angels' immortality could withstand Aaron's bullets.
Aaron waved his hand and refined Satan's remains again...
Chapter 281: The Power of Satan, No Chicken Tonight
Several streams of light surged into his limbs and bones, and a profound, mysterious feeling emerged.
[Pseudo-Power of Satan: You have gained a portion of the power of the Hell's Satan, representing characteristics such as darkness and chaos, containing considerable potential.]
Indeed, this world's Satan was just a fake.
There was a fundamental difference from the true Satan.
Aaron was not surprised,
After all, this world's Satan was created by this world's God.
Even God himself, in his billions of years of life, was driven mad by loneliness, becoming a cruel, ruthless, and unloving old man.
He deliberately orchestrated a series of disasters to punish his chosen "children," tormenting them to the brink of Death, then feigned a holy demeanor, proclaiming his love for them and claiming that was why he "tested" them.
In reality, he reveled in it.
God enjoyed watching these spectacles, watching as his "children's" most cherished possessions were taken, their manhood eaten, their legs eaten, their dignity destroyed, their eyes blinded.
And then he still demanded their love, their praise, their adoration, and their obedience.
Any slight deviation from his will was an invitation to Death.
The Satan that emerged from such a God was merely an imposter with the name of Satan but without the essence of Satan.
Perhaps when God himself created this Satan and Hell, it was not only for amusement, but also to use the existence of Hell to make the "children" he created, who possessed "consciousness" and "love," obey him?
Aaron was already mentally prepared for this,
He only regretted it for a moment before dismissing it from his mind.
His gains this time were plentiful; in the future, facing angels and demons, even if he stood still, most of their methods would be ineffective against him.
Only certain special angels and archdemons might pose some threat to him.
And that was only a "might."
Jesse and Fiore didn't know what Aaron had done,
But they vaguely sensed that the evil aura between heaven and earth had significantly dimmed.
The balance, which had been subtly overwhelmed by darkness, returned to its original state.
Satan was dead, truly dead.
Excellent, now their world's God was gone, Satan was dead, and even Death itself was dead.
All the bosses were gone, and balance was restored, how wonderful!
If everyone died, didn't that mean no one died?
Fiore and Deblank trembled even more, pressing their heads as close to the ground as possible, fearing another gunshot.
That bullet, faster than time, would slaughter them in an instant, even if they fled to Heaven.
No escape!
But upon closer thought, if such a powerful being became their leader, the sense of security would be immense.
"Father God, great Lord... please move to Heaven; your sheepdogs will hold the grandest coronation ceremony for you."
"At that time, Hell, the Human Realm, and Heaven will all sing your greatness; you will be the Lord of Heaven, the sole and sacred Lord of the Three Realms!"
Deblank continued to bow and flatter.
This was the best moment; once Aaron ascended, he would become the true Lord of the Three Realms.
No one would object, no one would dare to object!
This was a very tempting choice.
At least for all living beings in that world, it was so.
But for Aaron,
He had no interest.
After acquiring everything, including the divine throne, it dissipated like an illusion.
The church returned to its original appearance.
Aside from the prostrating angels and Jesse and the others who were still in shock,
It seemed as if nothing had happened.
Although God and Satan were dead, the world continued to turn.
The Angel of Death, due to Saint Slayer's Death, had no choice but to resume his duties, shouldering the task of Death.
However, this time, his wings would never recover.
Even a large part of his authority over Death was gone.
But he did not complain, diligently performing the monotonous task he had done for millions of years, like a machine.
The world returned to peace.
Was it more peaceful and serene without God than it was with God before?
After Aaron returned to DC Universe's Themyscira,
He was immediately surrounded and scrutinized by Gwen Stacy and the others.
"Where are they?"
"Aren't I here?"
"I mean the new sisters."
"None."
"Huh, none? Then what did you come back for, to vent your endless desires?"
Gwen Stacy said, pouting.
Aaron: "..."
Goodness, in this day and age, not bringing back new women is cause for disdain?
Gwen Stacy, Gwen Stacy, you've fallen.
"Alright, let's drink to that first."
"No! We've decided to punish you! We still need many, many helpers!"
Gwen Stacy shook her head repeatedly.
"Really? Circe, Yamashiro An, do you also think so?"
Aaron raised an eyebrow, looking at some of the women.
Circe, whose heart was completely devoted to Aaron, and Yamashiro An, who regarded Aaron as more important than herself, would never say such things.
As long as Aaron didn't abandon them, whatever Aarondid, they could... Yamashiro An softly said, "Aaron, you must be hungry, right? Let's go eat first. I have excellent Themyscira specialty abalone here, all the freshest."
Circe said, not to be outdone, "I also have the best baozi, the really good kind, I'll catch them for you myself."
Gwen Stacy rolled her eyes, "Traitors! A bunch of traitors! If you spoil him like this, how can Crystal Palace Groupsurpass Aaron's Group from another world?"
Aaron chuckled at the sight, "Gwen Stacy, don't forget, you're also a Marvel person."
Gwen Stacy paused at his words, then realized, "Oh right, I'm not from DC, I'm from Marvel, so it's fine!"
After speaking, Gwen Stacy changed her previous resistant demeanor and, under the speechless gaze of the other women, was the first to cling to Aaron.
"Hehe, if I can't beat them, then I can't beat them. Anyway, no matter who wins, I won't lose, it's a guaranteed win!"
"You're the biggest traitor!"
Donna Troy muttered.
Gwen Stacy snorted, "You disagree? I'm going to punish you by not letting you eat chicken tonight!"
"Oh, how vicious!"
Donna threw out her Lasso of Magic, tying up Gwen Stacy,
"In that case, you'll just have to be tied up and watch your beloved being played with by us."
"Cuckoldry, hehehe."
Damn it! Let go of me! No, let go of Aaron, let me do it!"
Gwen Stacy's humiliated and helpless shouts came from the room.
Meanwhile, outside,
Hippolyta and Antiope held little Kara and shook their heads repeatedly.
Public displays of affection during the day, how scandalous!
But… it's good to be young!
If I could be two thousand years younger, I would probably fit in too…
Chapter 282: Visitor from Atlantis, Atlanna
Just as the chicken dinner competition was being held on Paradise Island,
The previously calm waters of the Atlantic Ocean suddenly saw ripples appear.
Not long after, a "mermaid" wearing a silver-white tight-fitting uniform with long golden wavy hair leaped out of the waves and agilely landed on the beach of Paradise Island.
She was looking around when several other figures leaped out of the waves.
"Atlanna, your abilities have become more proficient. You truly are the one with the purest Sea King bloodline of this generation."
A middle-aged man with long black hair came to Atlanna's side, his tone amiable, but a hint of jealousy and smugness flashed in his eyes.
The more excellent Atlanna was, the happier he became.
Because he was the second purest Sea King bloodline of this generation, and also the strongest warrior.
Of course, most importantly, his father was the Senate President of the kingdom!
Atlanna noticed his undisguised covetous gaze. She frowned slightly and walked forward imperceptibly, maintaining her distance from him.
"Orm, how many times have I told you? Use titles when working!"
Orm's expression darkened. After his mouth twitched for a while, he reluctantly said, "Yes, Queen."
"Is everyone here? Then let's go! Paradise Island is an ally that fought alongside our ancestors. We need to show sufficient respect."
Atlanna nodded slightly, not even looking at Orm, and led the way forward.
She was the current Queen of the underwater kingdom of Atlantis. However, because she had only recently taken office and her father had died in a mission, she did not hold all the power after her ascension.
The Kingdom's Senate could veto many of her decisions and vote through certain things that were unfavorable to her.
For example, marriage alliances!
Orm was her intended marriage partner.
According to the Senate, once the kingdom's strongest warrior and the contemporary Queen Atlanna, who possessed the purest bloodline, united, they would surely give birth to a more talented and powerful descendant of the Sea King.
He would lead Atlantis to a higher level.
Atlanna was very disgusted by this political marriage, but unfortunately, she had no right to refuse, even though she was the Queen.
Atlanna was already considering whether to escape to the surface to avoid this political marriage.
She hated Orm. She would rather marry an ordinary Earthling than marry him.
At this time, Atlantis became aware of the recent excessive activity on Paradise Island.
Atlanna volunteered to come to Paradise Island to visit these ancient Amazons warriors.
While getting some fresh air, she also took the opportunity to scout ahead and adapt to the surface environment.
However, Orm was like sticky candy, kept following her under the guise of the Queen's guard captain by the Senate.
Thinking of this, Atlanna sighed.
Her life as Queen was truly stifling. Never mind, she should greet these allies first.
At this moment,
A little girl flew across the sky, laughing.
Atlanna looked up in confusion. What flew by just now? A little girl a few years old? A hallucination?
Orm rushed over at this moment, "Atlanna… ahem, Queen!"
Under Atlanna's sharp gaze, Orm reluctantly corrected himself with resentment.
He knew Atlanna disliked him, but he didn't care.
His father was the Senate President, and their marriage would be supported and recognized by all Atlanteans, because they were a powerful union, the most outstanding and politically highest-ranking two people of their time.
No matter how much Atlanna objected, she could not refute the Senate's decision.
He would eventually get Atlanna, and then, amidst her angry, resentful, and helpless expressions, he would press her beneath him and thoroughly conquer her.
The more Atlanna disliked him, the more excited he would be on the crystal bed.
You're arrogant and proud? But aren't you still at my mercy?
Hmph! Don't pretend to be noble, you can't escape!
Orm thought darkly. At this moment, he also saw a laughing figure flying from the sky.
Orm's expression sharpened. "Protect the Queen, there's an assassin!"
The guards stepped forward, aiming their futuristic laser guns at the little girl flying in the sky.
Atlanna's expression changed drastically. "Stop! This is Paradise Island!"
Orm stood in front of Atlanna, glaring fiercely at the little girl. "I don't remember the Amazons of Paradise Island being able to fly. They are just like us, descendants of gods."
"This little girl is definitely not an Amazon. Her origin is unknown, and we must strike hard before she gets too close!"
As the guard captain, Orm naturally commanded the entire guard team.
Although Atlanna was the Queen, everyone knew that he was destined to be the King's man.
The Senate's backing made him more like a king than the actual king.
Using the Queen's safety as an excuse, Orm naturally gained more say.
The girl was getting closer. She saw these uninvited guests and waved to them while flying.
"Stay alert. If she shows any sign of approaching or attacking, fire immediately!"
Orm channeled his resentment towards Atlanna onto the little girl.
He hoped Atlanna would soften at this moment.
If the situation here spread, he would establish even greater authority.
Little Kara seemed to sense that the men on the ground were very hostile.
"So Stepmom Sersi was right, besides Dad, all other men in this world are bad guys!"
As a Kryptonian, under the intentional cultivation of Aaron and others, little Kara's Kryptonian bloodline awakened faster than Krak-El and other Supermen.
Although she was only a few years old now, she could skillfully master the ability to fly.
Even Krak-El barely mastered flight around adulthood.
In addition, little Kara had also mastered heat vision, Iron Body, bio-electric aura, and so on.
Don't let her small size fool you; she possessed a full Kryptonian bloodline. If it came to a fight, Orm and the others wouldn't even be a match for her!
However, little Kara was still too young.
She hadn't learned how to act in this situation.
Even with all her power, when facing "invaders," she thought of one move, her ultimate move.
"Wah~~ Dad, someone's bullying me!"
Atlanna's expression was quite displeased. She vaguely realized that this matter might be quite troublesome.
If such a small girl could fly, how powerful must her father be?
Orm didn't care; they had the mighty kingdom of Atlantisbehind them.
Just then,
A gust of wind tore through the forest, stirring up countless flowers, grass, and leaves.
"Who?!"
Before the voice arrived, the person came with the light to little Kara's side and picked her up.
Aaron held little Kara, looking down at these Atlanteans below him.
His cold, calm gaze made people awe-struck!
"Which bastard dares to bully our little sister?!"
The next moment,
Shitahira Reika and Yamashiro An, having completed their divine armor, arrived almost simultaneously.
Gwen Stacy also rapidly moved to the scene using her fourth wall ability.
Then came the evil witch Sersi, as well as Diana and Donna.
And they stood separately,
Vaguely surrounding the Atlanteans in the center.
The moment Atlanna saw Aaron, her heart pounded. She felt that this man completely fit her aesthetic preferences.
But she didn't have time to admire Aaron's handsome face; the terrifying aura emanating from around him made the Queen feel an urge to kneel!
"Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!"
"We are the Atlantis diplomatic corps, not invaders!"
Under Atlanna's disdainful gaze, Orm instantly changed his expression, smiling ingratiatingly as he explained to everyone.
"Strictly speaking, we are sleepwalking, yes! Atlantis and Paradise Island are allies! It has been so since ancient times."
"Our ancestor, the Sea King, and your ancestor, Zeus, are also biological brothers, so we can be considered brothers, right?"
Aaron didn't speak, but Sersi sneered, "Dare to bully little Kara, even if Sea King Poseidon himself came, he would have to crawl out!"
Chapter 283: Atlanna's Terror, Instant Execution!
Sersi showed no respect to Orm and the others, and even spoke disrespectfully to Sea King Poseidon.
Orm's face alternated between green and pale.
He didn't understand. He had already been so humble, had already explained the situation, yet why were they still so aggressive and disrespectful?
He didn't understand why the Amazons were so arrogant. Didn't they know that the strength of the AtlantisKingdom was far superior to theirs?
The guard members also glared angrily. If not for the unknown oppressive feeling, they would have loved to shoot this presumptuous woman.
Seeing this, Atlanna was furious at Orm's foolish behavior, but she also knew that she was the only one who could prevent the situation from escalating.
Atlanna stepped forward and said softly and gently, "To all you powerful warriors, I am Atlanna, the current Queen of Atlantis. I promise you, in the name of Atlantis, that we come to Paradise Island with absolutely no ill intent."
"As for little Kara…" Atlanna looked at the little girl at the center of the incident, her expression a bit awkward.
"As Orm said, this is all a misunderstanding. This is his first time serving as my guard, so he's not proficient in what he should do."
"And we haven't had any conflict, have we?"
"Please, for the sake of our alliance in the ancient war, forgive our unintentional offense this time."
Finally, Atlanna's tone suddenly rose sharply, "Orm, aren't you going to apologize to little Kara?!"
Orm trembled. He looked at little Kara, thinking that his noble self actually had to bow so subserviently to a little girl under five years old, which he found somewhat unacceptable.
"Orm!"
"Yes, I'm sorry!"
Orm lowered his head and said unwillingly.
However, a hint of resentment flashed in his unseen eyes.
He was truly the third most important figure in Atlantis, and even in front of the nominal Queen, he showed no fear.
But now, he suffered such humiliation.
He would remember this grudge!
Amazon, Atlanna... all of you just wait!
Diana and the others looked at Aaron in unison, but Aaron still said coldly, "Sorry, we don't accept apologies!"
To ensure little Kara grew up strong, Aaron specifically endowed her with some small characteristics.
Among them were Spider-Sense and certain extended abilities of psychic perception.
This combined to create a sense of malice, allowing her to accurately perceive whether someone harbored ill will towards her.
So this incident was not little Kara acting up, nor was it a misunderstanding as Atlanna claimed.
Perhaps Atlanna herself was mistaken, but Orm was absolutely deliberate!
Since he dared to try and harm little Kara, he naturally had to pay the price!
"Ah?"
Atlanna looked at him in confusion. She didn't understand why, as Queen, she had already shown such weakness, yet the other party still wouldn't let it go.
Orm also suddenly raised his head, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth, "Why?!"
"If apologies work, then if I kill you and then apologize, you'll surely forgive me, right?"
Aaron snorted coldly, "What kind of look is that? I don't like it!"
He even dared to look at him with such hateful eyes. It seems he couldn't be allowed to live!
Saying that, Aaron gave Diana a look.
After many days of intimate connection, Diana and Aaronhad developed a telepathic understanding. With just a look, she instinctively threw out her Lasso of Truth.
"Damn it, you can't do this to me!"
"I am Orm, the future King of Atlantis! A direct bloodline descendant of the Sea King!"
"You cannot treat a noble descendant of a god so roughly!"
Orm was unwilling to be captured without a fight. He drew his trident and thrust it precisely.
At this moment, under immense pressure, he displayed exquisite and unparalleled tridentmanship.
He swore this was the most perfect strike of his life, his condition better than ever before.
However, the Lasso of Truth seemed to have eyes. The soft, continuous lasso easily parried the trident, and in a flash of lightning, it tightly bound Orm.
After Aaron re-forged Diana's Lasso of Truth, it took on Aaron's form.
Diana and Aaron had understood each other for many days, knowing each other's strengths and weaknesses, and often practiced rope art.
Thus, she could perfectly control the Lasso of Truth, like a third arm, moving as she wished.
How could Orm's "clumsy" moves contend with Diana, who was one with her rope?
Orm's face was taut. He roared to the sky, the power of the bloodline from Sea King Poseidon surging within him. The not-so-distant ocean churned with towering waves at his furious roar.
"You will pay for your stupidity!"
"Come and feel the wrath of the Sea God!"
Orm's face was flushed. He concentrated his mental power to unleash this ultimate attack.
Perhaps these giant waves wouldn't even drown Themyscira, but he believed they would definitely make the other party hesitate, and might even annihilate a large number of Amazon Warriors!
However, Aaron pulled out a drawing board, holding a pen in his right hand. "Kara, do you want to see bubbles?"
Kara immediately laughed, "Yes!"
"Then watch closely with your big eyes!"
Aaron quickly drew. The giant wave rapidly approaching in the distance suddenly exploded, turning into countless colorful bubbles that drifted everywhere with the wind.
Reflecting the sunlight, they sparkled with iridescent light, forming colorful rainbows, exceptionally beautiful.
Atlanna was stunned. She had been concentrating on trying to curb the giant wave Orm created, but no one expected that Aaron, with just a few strokes of his pen, would actually turn the giant wave into billions of bubbles!
It was beautiful.
Unrealistically beautiful.
Terrifyingly beautiful!
Orm already knew he had bitten off more than he could chew.
It's over, Uncle!
"Atlanna... Queen, save me! Save me!"
"I am your fiancé! You can't abandon me!"
"Let me go, my father is the Senate President, Atlanna is my fiancée, you cannot kill me, otherwise it will inevitably lead to war between our two nations!"
Aaron shook his head speechlessly, "Still arrogant even when facing Death."
He covered Kara's eyes, and also blocked Kara's X-ray vision.
Artemis walked up to Orm with a long sword, grabbed his shoulder, and beheaded him!
If Orm had surrendered obediently, he might have only received some punishment, and if he had truly repented, he might even have been released.
But Orm not only refused to surrender, he even dared to attack them.
Then, sorry, he would be executed on the spot!
Chapter 284: Conquering Atlantis, Striking First
The image is of Atlanna, and the previous two chapters also featured Atlanna.
Atlanna watched with wide eyes as Orm was beheaded. His head, as it fell, still had wide-open eyes, filled with terror and panic.
Although she disliked him greatly, she never thought of killing him like this.
War... was about to begin!
Atlanna's face turned pale, her mind racing, trying to figure out how to minimize the gravity of this matter.
But no matter how she thought, this situation was unsolvable.
It was even questionable whether she could return safely.
Atlanna's gaze swept over the members of her guard, only to see these fully armed soldiers, seemingly oppressed by some invisible aura, trembling on their legs, unable to muster any fighting spirit.
They too had watched their captain, Orm, die!
Even if they returned this time, they would definitely not escape the Senate President's retribution.
What awaited them, besides Death, was exile to the Desert Kingdom, to endure endless torture and thirst.
At this moment, the ground jungle seemed to come alive, constantly moving. Dozens of thick vines extended out, wrapping around Orm's body and dragging it away.
And in the jungle, a giant carnivorous plant vaguely grew, swallowing him in one gulp.
At the same time, the faint, tragic scent of blood on the ground was absorbed by the earth, as wafts of rich, sweet floral fragrance drifted on the wind.
All traces of Orm's existence were completely erased. He vanished without a trace, as if he had never appeared.
Atlanna and the others were surprised, yet also vigilantly looked around.
At some point, this jungle had strangely surrounded them.
And within the dense forest, there were even more carnivorous plants and other humanoid beings.
These unknown entities had cut off their retreat, and even made it difficult for them to discern directions.
Aaron released little Kara, who had obediently closed her eyes.
Kara looked at her surroundings, blinking. "It smells so good, it must be Pamela's latest flowers! Hey, where's that guy who was full of malice?"
Diana stroked her head, "Of course he was driven away. Themyscira doesn't welcome bad people."
Saying that, Diana's eyes subtly swept over Atlanna and the others.
She seemed to be wondering if they were also "bad people."
Atlanna's heart skipped a beat. She quickly waved her hands, "It has nothing to do with me, I was always trying to stop him."
"That's why you can still stand here and talk to us."
Aaron smiled, "Atlanna, he was your fiancé. Do you want revenge for him?"
Atlanna shook her head repeatedly, "I also disliked him very much, but you were indeed impulsive this time. His father is indeed the Senate President of the Kingdom of Atlantis. They will absolutely not let this go."
Donna Troy asked curiously, "Aren't you the Queen? Why does it sound like you can't control the Senate, and are even manipulated by them instead?"
On Themyscira and among other divine races, the authority of the King was unquestionable.
Before Aaron arrived, no one could refuse the decisions Hippolyta made.
Even her sister, Antiope, a Great General, could only express her dissatisfaction and vent her emotions.
The logic of Atlantis seemed utterly inverted in their eyes.
Atlanna gave a wry smile and did not answer the question.
After all, there were simply too many reasons involved, and she didn't have the golden trident, so her claim to the throne wasn't entirely legitimate.
At least, in terms of her right to speak, she couldn't command absolute authority.
Atlanna said tactfully, "Although from my position, I don't want conflict to arise between Atlantis and Themyscira, but now..."
"With Orm's Death, Atlantis may initiate war. I cannot stop it..."
Although saying this might put herself in danger.
But Atlanna still couldn't help but warn them.
"If you want to fight, then fight!"
Aaron's expression was very casual.
Mere Atlantis. Let alone an Atlantis already divided into seven and greatly weakened, even in its complete form, it couldn't be a match for the current Themyscira.
Don't let Gwen Stacy and the others constantly complain about being short-staffed.
But in reality, Themyscira currently has several demigod and god-level powerhouses!
Diana, Yamashiro An, Shitahira Reika, and Gwen Stacy.
Once they went all out, even if Sea King Poseidon, an ancient main god, came personally, he would not fare well.
As for the current Atlantis? It's not that Aaron looked down on them, they simply weren't good enough!
Atlanna opened her mouth, "I will try my best to persuade them not to act recklessly. At least I will prevent them from uniting with other undersea kingdoms."
Aaron waved his hand. The jungle maze summoned by Pamela instantly parted, revealing a straight path to the sea.
Atlanna even saw the dozens-of-meters-tall forest guardians, ancient and towering treants, stepping into another piece of land, rooting themselves and disguising themselves as trees.
"Is it the power of nature? Could it be the God of the Forest, the God of Nature?"
Atlanna returned to the sea with a heavy heart. Once back in the ocean, the invisible and intangible oppressive feeling faded.
However, Atlanna felt no relief.
This calm felt like the prelude to a storm.
The young Queen faced yet another challenge after her ascension.
Meanwhile, on the other side,
Themyscira.
Aaron returned with Gwen Stacy and the others.
On the way, they met Hippolyta. The latter, hearing the news, immediately ordered Antiope to mobilize the Amazon Warriors.
They did not blame Aaron and the others for unilaterally killing Orm and starting a war. Upon hearing that the guy was even planning to harm little Kara, Hippolyta and Antiope even wished they could have gone to the scene themselves to strike Orm down with a sword.
They were the ones who had been with Kara the longest!
They even regarded little Kara as their own daughter, doting on her even more than Diana, which often left the latter quite speechless.
Someone dared to bully the little daughter of Paradise Island? Wouldn't that warrant a heavy strike?!
The Amazon Warriors quickly gathered.
Their numbers weren't many, only tens of thousands.
An all-female army, they were the most beautiful sight on Paradise Island.
And all of them were Caucasians, absolutely no mixed-race individuals.
"When are we going to teach those bastards a lesson?"
Antiope looked at Aaron, eager to try.
"Wait!"
Aaron's expression was calm as he motioned for them to settle down.
While playing with little Kara, he observed the Kingdom of Atlantis beneath the Atlantic Ocean.
He was doing two things at once, seeing Atlanna and hearing their conversation.
A fierce conflict erupted within the Senate, and Atlannawas clearly unable to restrain a Senate President who had lost his son in old age.
Even though she was the Queen, she was reprimanded so thoroughly that it seemed her throne was nothing but a joke.
After a while,
Atlanna hung her head, her face full of helplessness.
The Senate had clearly won this debate.
Aaron even saw the triumphant and sinister face of the Senate President.
He waved his hand heavily, "All forces, attack!"