Chapter 982 - 982 981 The Person Closest to God

Chapter 982: Chapter 981: The Person Closest to God Chapter 982: Chapter 981: The Person Closest to God The Pharaoh within the pyramid had observed the situation in the beast fight arena through the “Eye of Horus”.

Just as he was about to kill an enemy general and disperse the fog over the civilian district, he was thwarted by an intruder.

All of this was clearly premeditated.

However, now that Han Dong, the leader, had made his appearance, the Pharaoh also had certain countermeasures in place.

“The ‘World Powers’ Nicholas has drawn in have infiltrated the civilian district en masse, taking advantage of the mist and the network blackout… Within the mist, these townsfolk are unaffected and even assisted by various Fog Monsters.

Meanwhile, our forces suffer from sensory limitations on all fronts, which is highly disadvantageous in combat.

It’s not a good idea to fully deploy our troops before eliminating the source of the mist.

However, since Nicholas has shown himself, we can try to bring an end to this war prematurely… [Shu], you should go.

Try to assassinate the enemy’s leader directly. Even if you are discovered or fall into a trap, you should be able to retreat safely with your abilities.”

The Pharaoh’s will could reach any area of the City of Gods.

These words were directly transmitted into the [Wind Temple].

They were heard by a man with blue hair floating around him, handsome in appearance and perfect in stature, with numerous light blue clouds branded upon his body.

In his hand was a divine weapon crafted by Osiris Heavy Industry from the Pharaoh’s treasury—an exclusive weapon called the ‘Blue Bird’.

As a gust of wind swept through the temple, the Throne of the Wind God was suddenly empty.

An unusual [breeze] was swiftly approaching the southern entrance of the civilian district, the entrance closest to the arena… To the naked eye, there was only a slight difference in hue, as this streak of wind had a faint shade of blue.

Just as this streak of wind was about to enter the civilian district.

Duang!

Unexpectedly, the light blue wind slammed heavily against a semi-illusionary, colorful wall, blocked from entering the civilian district.

A wave of color spread from the point of impact, apparently hitting a barrier that the “Eye of Horus” could not penetrate.

Oddly enough.

This illusionary colorful barrier seemed to have a selective nature, ineffective against ordinary people, and even priests could pass through it normally.

It only blocked beings with a [Divine nature].

Since Han Dong had visited the Forbidden Area and established a friendly relationship with the White Giant,

he was well aware that the City of Gods ‘domesticated’ the White Giant, deliberately preserving the existence of the White Giant Temple by actively sending slaves to steal technology from the White Giant.

Considering the White Giant had created the [Alien God], Han Dong conjectured that the pyramid surely housed Divine Creations.

To prevent interference from unknown forces during the first phase of the war—the ‘civilian district uprising’—Other Derry Town dispatched its most godlike being to guard the outer district, enacting a ‘selective defense’.

…

One of the Nine Pillar Gods, [Wind God – Shu], revealed his true form after being blocked.

The power of the hurricane gathered around his body, intending to cut through the ‘colored barrier’ in front of him.

At that moment, an old man with white hair, wrinkles all over his face, and wearing a white lab coat suddenly appeared on the road below.

He spoke in surprise, “I thought Nicholas was joking, but to think this living city actually harbors the presence of…[God]? Interesting, I need to examine your body.”

The man with blue hair floating in the air watched the elder below with an unfriendly expression… because the old man’s body exuded a strange and powerful divinity that was unlike any divine rank [Shu] recognized.

However, as one of the Nine Pillar Gods, he was already blessed by the native land of the City of Gods; the winds here would heed his call, unafraid of the enemy before him.

‘Blue Bird’—a spear with a blue bird sculpture embedded at its base.

With a raise of his hand, the hurricane, blessed with divinity, converged on the spear and thrust fiercely at the old man below.

The Blue Bird flashed, and the lab coat and the old man’s body were both torn apart.

However, what blocked the tip of the spear at the heart of the hurricane was none other than a fingertip of Dean Richard.

The old human’s disguise was nothing more than an outer shell for Dean Richard.

As the ‘outer shell’ was torn apart by the hurricane, Dean Richard’s ‘Void True Body’ was directly exposed.

Once a shell lurking in the dark swamp of deep space, now stained with the hue of Star Color, streaks of illusionary colors flitted among the Tentacles, below which he wore a robe signifying the high priesthood of the Void God Church.

[Super Body]

At the tip of Dean Richard’s outstretched fingers, a Void stance formed, directly blocking the Wind God’s thrust… although a tiny bit still got through.

Drip~

A drop of blood glinting with starlight fell to the ground.

“Wow! Amazing… to think you could injure me,” Dean Richard exclaimed excitedly.

The man with light blue hair, [Shu], stared at the blocked attack, his face filled with shock.

Looking up to revisit the old man, he had the illusion of gazing into the depths of cosmic space… Far away in the distant galaxy, there seemed to be conglomerates resembling eyes floating in the void.

By the time he came to his senses, the “Void Mark” had already appeared on Shu’s chest.

Even gods could not resist such a Void branding.

“Shu… come back! The enemy before you is very dangerous,”

The Pharaoh’s voice interrupted the Wind God’s intent to attack and instantly turned into a breeze of light blue, retreating to the pyramid at the highest speed… The Pharaoh would personally remove the strange Void Mark.

Under the watch of the “Eye of Horus”.

Dean Richard was still shrouded in colors, and peering closely, one could only see the Void Tentacles between the hues, even making the Pharaoh’s eyes somewhat uncomfortable.

“There are such characters in the town? They possess such high divine nature… and it was attained through their own strength.”

The appearance of Dean Richard made the Pharaoh reconsider the decision to dispatch more Divine Creations.

Before the mist cleared, he would no longer recklessly commit his forces.

“I hope the three High Priests can give me a satisfactory answer.

Even if they can’t resolve Nicholas, they must eliminate the source of the mist.”

At this moment.

Dean Richard, standing at the street corner, dispelled the colors and voluntarily looked towards the “Eye of Horus,” waving in greeting to the Pharaoh at the other end.

Then, a “Void Gate” opened behind the Dean, and a mass of Tentacles stretched out from within.

While waving goodbye, Dean Richard was pulled into it.

Dean Richard, as of right now, is undoubtedly the number one person under the town mayor, a ranking that even included Han Dong, known as the “Joker”.

…

Inside the beast fight arena.

Continuous sounds of heavy blows on flesh echoed.

Even “The Sixth Demon – Alessa” found it hard to watch, worrying about Han Dong’s physical condition.

“Might Mr. Nicholas die? Should I go help him? Why does he do this, shouldn’t he be at an advantage with his strength?”

Alessa was still summoning various monsters to cooperate with Pyramid Head, battling face-to-face with the tireless Sepp (Executioner).

Boom!

Han Dong suffered a head-on collision from the Meat.

Black Sand scattered, several ribs broke, and he was slammed straight into the wall at the edge of the arena.

The Count felt the pain as well, with several Bloodhounds already dead, he yelled anxiously: “Hey! What are you playing at, lad? You can’t keep this up.”

The Count was very nervous, even a little angry.

Because Han Dong was getting hit one-sidedly, with no intention to fight back.

Including the collision just now, this had been the sixteenth time he endured a direct attack from the Meat.

“Count, you just take care of healing my body, ensuring I can hold on… This is what I must do if I want to ascend to the Pharaoh’s position.”

Han Dong supported his shattered body, walking towards the Meat again.

When he reached five meters away, Han Dong said calmly, “Meat, can we talk now?”

No sooner had he finished speaking than a downward punch sent Han Dong crashing to the ground, creating a crater over a meter deep.

Pity his skull was exceptionally sturdy, and it withstood the punch.

Even as blood continuously spilled from his mouth while pinned under the fat-laden fist, Han Dong still asked, “Meat, can we talk now?”

To his surprise, the Meat followed with another heavy crushing stomp.

Just as this foot was about to fall.

On the edge of the arena, the “Glory Priest,” shrouded in white cloth, suddenly let out a painful wail, the body began to contract inward, radiant cracks spread across the entire body, the face twisted in agony.

“No… impossible! How could I die here!? I am from the City of Gods…”

Before he could finish.

Accompanied by a violent radiant explosion, the body completely burst apart.

“Glory Priest” died.

Accordingly,

Miss Jane, also covered with white cloth, her delicate, soft arm detached from the body voluntarily, fell to the ground, and instantly turned to dust, scattering in the wind… Multiple severe burn marks appeared on her body as well.

The Meat stared at the dead Menis, grabbed Han Dong from the ground.

Slowly, a mouth shape emerged from the fat-stacked face, speaking for the first time: “Menis is dead, if you have something to say, you can speak now.”