Chapter 765: 272: The Thief and the Seventh_2

Chapter 765: Chapter 272: The Thief and the Seventh_2

This strand of soul was like a hair on a body, carrying no consciousness or thought, it merely contained part of Hermes’s imprint.

As it left the body, Hermes quickly drank a liquid from a small bottle, and the depleted strand of soul soon regenerated itself.

“Hopefully this time, it can last a bit longer.”

With a forward push, the runes merged with the crystal stone.

Watching this scene that he had experienced many times, Hermes relaxed his mind, calmly waiting for the result.

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Whoosh——

Whish, whish…

In the void beyond Chaos, not far from Hermes.

There floated a fragment of land, several dozen miles in size, yet Hermes seemed as if he saw it not.

Hermes’s conjecture was not incorrect, only now, with the world of Hemenu shattered, all its scattered fragments had long been drifting towards Chaos.

Just as a massive celestial body uses gravity to capture meteors, even though the largest pieces still contained an abundance of laws from the alien realm, the smaller fragments did not.

The marks of their alien realm had been erased, bit by bit, assimilated by the strength of Chaos, just like the remnants of the Nine Realms before them.

Chains of Law bound them, dragging them through the void.

As if the rumbling sound echoing in the soul accompanied the sway of chains, but even so close by, Hermes perceived nothing.

This was not surprising, as not many had noticed when the remnants of the Nine Realms merged either.

Though Hemenu was much larger than these broken fragments, what was merging now were just residues.

They were nowhere near stirring any storm, and before long, they would become a part of Chaos.

During this process, they wouldn’t have any intersection with Hermes… assuming one disregarded the ‘passengers’ on this ‘vessel.’

Yet reality held no ifs; the ‘passengers’ on this ‘vessel’ had noticed the disturbances outside as well.

Drifting around this narrow fragment, the inconsistent shadowy figures watched Hermes’s every move, a hint of amusement flashing in their eyes.

Is this an entity from another world… it hardly seems so.

After all, it won’t be long before both belong to the same world.

Yet before entering Chaos, to encounter such a being was unexpected.

Was this the protective destiny bestowed by the shattered Hemenu, or a trap laid by Chaos?

“Interesting…”

With the corners of his mouth slightly raised, Amon couldn’t determine whether this was a good or bad omen.

After all, the domain of fate had always belonged to the world itself; any claim to control fate was but an expression of the world’s will.

The Fates of the Nine Realms couldn’t change the Twilight of the Gods; the Fates of Chaos could only patch things up.

Even the Tri-phased Incarnation of Mother Night remained detached, almost never manifesting in the world.

So whether the unfolding events were influenced by fate or if the world will of the alien realm detected some discord, arranging such a coincidence before him, no one could be certain.

If it were Zeus, faced with such a scene, he would probably choose to retreat.

After all, with other choices available, there was no need to gamble.

But at this moment, it was not the Divine King who faced all this.

“Hmm… let’s take a gamble, just once.”

With a hint of pleasure in his demeanor, Amon smiled as he stepped out from the fragment.

In an instant, his figure became even more ephemeral.

Devoid of all strength, and even with a nature surpassing all gods, what he could do was indeed limited; it was even difficult to rely on his own ‘swimming’ through the vast void to reach Chaos.

Much like the former Laine, who possessed a highly pure essence of space-time power, his powers couldn’t bring any substantial strength before the opening of the Spirit Realm.

Fortunately, Hemenu was shattered, so there were many ‘vessels’ Amon could board.

He casually picked one and began to idly await the ‘vessel’s arrival at the shore.’

“Unexpectedly, before ‘docking,’ I’ve found a treasure chest first.”

“So, is this luck, or bait?”

His form flickering, Amon blinked as he looked at Hermes and the crystal stone in his hand.

“A god, and one who seems more godlike.”

“The loose Law in the void, and what he is doing, looks so much like bait…”

“But I choose to bet on it, and as for the wager… let’s say it’s my own life.”

Swish——

The form that could somewhat be discerned exploded open, turning into strands of light and shadow, swirling towards Hermes’s location.

In Amon’s eyes, everything before him was so clear.

Even without strength, his status allowed him to see the truth.

Hermes felt to him like a deity who had lost its Godhood, yet even better off than those.

And that crystal stone was a true deity that had lost its Divine Power.

Some eternal, undying strength lay hidden deep within the stone, repelling all external influence; uncreated, indestructible, unincreasing, unyielding.

No force from any world below could shake it, not even beings like Tartarus.

But clearly, Hermes’s intent wasn’t to destroy the consciousness hidden within the stone; his actions were more like a theft, a deceit, or a parasitism.