Chapter 218 The Evil Dragon Raises His Eyes! The Gods Pray!
In the deepest part of the artificial dungeon, within a massive space formed by several interconnected caverns, crimson patterns, imbued with double divine power, pulsed rhythmically.
In an atmosphere heavy as mountains, Dionysus sat in the core of the altar, gazing at the pale water membrane that appeared on the vine-covered pedestal, a hint of madness curling his lips.
"You truly are working hard, children of the benevolent gods."
"But when you've exhausted yourselves solving the mystery of the six Spirits, and then discover that the so-called 'Poem of the Rings' was nothing but a pretense, what kind of despairing expressions will you wear?"
His low, chanting tone was like an epic poem unrelated to him, yet his hands were already frantically rubbing together, unable to wait.
"A chess player thinks three moves ahead. I won't lose twice in the same place."
This evil god craved chaos more than anyone, to the point of being consumed by madness for it.
He mercilessly sacrificed two allies, extracting their divine power, yet never truly expected the slow-moving Six Rings of the Spirits to succeed.
The exceptionally talented monster, Filvis, was his first trump card, having endured the insane modifications and willingly offered herself to him.
And this carefully hidden altar core, which had devoured the blood of gods and the flesh of Spirits, was his meticulously brewed second fatal move.
"The Lower World is already an excellent vintage wine, only lacking the despairing wails of mortals as a seasoning… So, I shall personally add it!"
Crack—!
A bolt of black curse lightning, like a silk ribbon, tore through the sky, violently shattering the top of the cavern and stirring up a sky full of metallic dust!
The green-fleshed ground was forcefully trampled into deep pits, and Filvis, who perished under the colossal force, didn't even have time to let out a cry of sorrow before her body crumbled into ash!
Arthur raised his hand to tear open the dust curtain, his gaze sweeping past Dionysus on the altar and landing on the true master—
The ferocious dragon head, wrapped in six wings, gazed down silently, its twisted claws appearing as if they had been violently severed from treacherous mountain peaks.
It had already merged with the dungeon, becoming the heart of the altar, emanating an eerie red glow.
The pulsating green flesh around it was its inhuman heartbeat, and ominous crimson divine patterns flowed from the gaps in its dark scales.
Where its reverse scale should have grown, the Filth Spirit and the delicate body of the goddess Ishtar were forcibly entangled and embedded, the parts above their mouths and noses completely eroded and assimilated by the dragon's flesh.
This form was no longer a parasitic Spirit, but rather, it had devoured both the goddess and her alter ego!
"By completely reversing the Poem of the Rings, which was meant to seal the Evil Dragon, injecting it with endless divine power, and initiating the ceremony of the Heaven's Pillar, it has become an invitation to the Underworld!"
The Evil Dragon, looked up!
The moment the monster awakened, the overwhelming, chaotic divine might that surged forth caused Arthur's brows to furrow!
Yet, Dionysus, the instigator, leaned back involuntarily in extreme ecstasy.
"Welcome, Holy Sword User! Are you ready for the endgame of the second match?"
The god raised his arms and cheered, his voice trembling with excitement!
"He is the symbol of darkness that will destroy the Lower World! The embodiment of ill omen! The one who plunged all peoples into the abyss of despair in ancient times—Níðhöggr!"
Dionysus's shadow, illuminated by the bloody light, transformed into a dancing demon, wildly cavorting on the rock wall!
"The Seventh Core has been activated! The remaining six rings will also completely mutate!"
"They are no longer the fuses of secret arts, but pure, bottom-up annihilation devices!"
"The fate of destruction is inevitable! I win!"
Manic laughter echoed in the underground space, but Arthur merely looked up at Níðhöggr, who was breaking free from the shackles of divine power, and spoke indifferently.
"Then let you also experience this despair you most anticipated."
Golden particles spiraled in his palm, and the Holy Sword, hummed!
…
On the top floor of Tower of Babel, the gods, stripped of their divine power, stood ready, the biting cold wind of the high altitude covering them in frost.
"Is it, is it not ready yet? I feel like I'm about to freeze back to the Heavens!"
"Compared to the children fighting tooth and nail, what is this little hardship!"
"Well said! Then why don't you take off your fur coat and give it to me?"
"Whose fault is it that you didn't wear more? You deserve it!"
Loki crossed her arms, let out a loud sneeze, and squinted at Hermes, who was bundled up like a zongzi.
Looking around, almost all the prominent gods of Orario were present, even the lovesick fool and the shorty she got along with the least.
This was only natural, after all, if the Hero's City truly ceased to exist, only that madman Dionysus would likely still be able to smile!
Clang—!
The ground beneath their feet suddenly trembled, as if responding to some great power, or perhaps in extreme fear!
The gods, who had been waiting for a long time, felt a chill in their hearts and simultaneously gazed down at the city from this highest point.
The red mist that had originally enveloped all of Orario was rapidly receding into the ground, revealing the city's crisscrossing streets.
"Everyone, it's time!"
Loki looked down, and Fels's voice came from the crystal in her palm.
"Please offer your prayers, completely isolating Orario! Suppress the source of the unrest underground!"
"Uranus will sort everything out within the altar, please act quickly!"
"What are you waiting for? I don't want anything to happen to the 'Golden Tear' I painstakingly sought."
Freya smiled charmingly, and was the first to cut her fingertip, letting drops of fragrant divine blood fall into a temporarily carved groove on the ground.
"Less talk, more action!"
Loki grumbled as she pricked her finger with a long needle, also guiding her divine blood into the patterns.
Seeing this, the gods no longer hesitated and followed suit.
At the same time, the old god Uranus, in the gloomy underground altar, suddenly raised his head, his deep pupils reflecting the misty sky!
He saw the gods, standing on top of Tower of Babel, merging their divine blood of different authorities!
At the place closest to the Heavens, a pillar of light shot up into the sky, boiling with a roar!
Divine power fluctuations rippled across the sky in layers, forming a semicircular curtain of light that descended, as if echoing the towering pillar of light!
After a millennium, the divine light once again displayed its majesty in the Lower World, only to construct a prison to confine Orario?
"I never heard that a prayer altar could expand to this extent before. Are great gods all monsters?"
Loki looked down at the cage of light slowly engulfing the city walls, clicking her tongue in wonder.
"This is not only forcefully combining and using authorities that don't belong to oneself, but also precisely grasping the reins of the scope."
Hermes, kneeling beside her, nodded with emotion, explaining.
"This Tower of Babel is both the center of Orario and the divine tower closest to the Heavens."
"Combined with the blood of us gods, it is enough to fully activate the prayer altar. In the worst case, Orario can be preserved."
Loki pouted: "Hmph—it's not that I'm trying to rain on your parade, it's just that you… are ignorant of true power!"
"What did you say…"
Before Hermes could retort, a brilliant storm of starlight suddenly shot up from the west side of Daedalus Street!
The extremely compressed torrent of starlight, with an unstoppable momentum, instantly pierced through the newly formed divine power altar!
The pillar of light tore through the sky, directly plunging into the depths of the universe, and disappeared!