Chapter 610: Chapter 342 – The New Storm Has Formed_1
“What the hell!?” The God of the Dark managed to scream out in shock before being swallowed by Little Ghost.
“What the hell!?” Negris, sensing something was off, also started screaming. Ange abruptly stood up with the Ring of Balance emerging on his back.
Dyson was killed, his Divine Fire naturally fell into Ange’s hands. The Divine Fire and Divine Fragments that were of no use to him, were all fed into Little Ghost.
But with too many good items, Little Ghost couldn’t eat all of them at once. Hence, Dyson’s Divine Fire was saved until now. Coincidentally, right when Little Ghost widened its mouth, the God of Dark’s mind was delivered over.
The flame that had been lit by Guliani using the shadow technique of light had left a mark so covert, nobody could detect its existence before the God of the Dark had invested its shadow into it.
So Guliani would not casually investigate Dyson’s situation. In fear of causing an alarm, he didn’t expect to be deceived by a stand-in and, due to such a hilarious mistake, failed to notice the Divine Fire falling into Ange’s hands, then the God of the Dark bumped his head into it.
If the God of the Dark faced such a situation, what would it think?
“Damn it! Guliani set me up!” Enraged, the God of the Dark unleashed its divine power, striking Little Ghost.
Having swallowed the Divine Fire, the shockwave sprung outward from Little Ghost. It appeared as though Little Ghost had swallowed a Magic Egg that had exploded, puffing up its entire form, and releasing a great breath.
Ange hurriedly called forth the Holy Light and poured it into Little Ghost.
“Eh? It didn’t burst? What kind of substance is this? A seal?” The God of the Dark was shocked and unleashed its full power for a second strike.
Little Ghost puffed up once again, making a huge round balloon, yet about to burst.
This not only shocked the God of the Dark, but also left Negris dumbfounded. Sensing the intensity of these two powers colliding, Negris’s eyes bulged out: “Is it so unbreakable?”
Having withstood two divine power blows, was this the same Little Ghost that was on the verge of breaking just from puffing a breath? When did it become so abnormal?
“It might be because it had eaten too much divine power. Sigh, those wasteful things. I need to make every bit of my Four-Winged Angel feather count, but it recklessly consumes either divine fragments or divine fire. If I had those things, who knows how many artifacts I could have made. What waste.” Durken was complaining with envy on the side.
That’s right. Having consumed so many Divine Fragments and flames of Divine Fires, it is now even digging into the three great Gods of Light. It’s no wonder it became abnormal.
However, what was the situation regarding the consciousness in this divine fire?
“I know, I know.” A skeleton on the side eagerly raised its hand: “I know a guy who could leave a mark in the divine fire that we all missed, the Dark God of Light.”
“The God of Light and Darkness? I’ve never heard about it. Who is it?” asked Negris.
“That’s a long story.” Feiti looked at Little Ghost and saw it puff up and release a large breath again without breaking.
Ange kept pressing down on Little Ghost, the palm of his hand constantly sparking as the Power of the Holy Light streamed into Little Ghost, replenishing its spent energy rapidly.
Ange was replenishing from the outside, and the God of the Dark was attacking from the inside. This had resulted in a stalemate.
It seemed it wouldn’t burst for a while. Feiti continued: “You never heard of the Dark God of Light, but you’ve heard of the God of Shadows, right?”
“It’s him? The shadow of the Light? The ‘Lord’ of the Shadow Knights?” Negris was shocked.
The God of Shadows was quite famous. It was not because he was powerful, but because he was very cunning, the only god who did dirty work among the Gods of Light.
Though there were many gods with great battle power, like the God of Arbitration, they wouldn’t attack you without reason. They only targeted heretics, apostates, or those who violated the Holy Laws.
But the God of Shadows was different, it could make trouble from nowhere which was quite annoying. Even though the Church of Light never acknowledged the existence of the God of Shadows, the existence of Shadow Knights was iron-clad proof.
Ange had met a Shadow Knight before, that was when he first met Big Mouth, someone named Julian, wasn’t it?
It was that Shadow Knight who controlled Big Mouth, crossing planes to spread the Undead virus. This method was too vicious. If Ange hadn’t had known Holy Light, the virus probably would have spread throughout Resting Abyss.
“So it’s the God of Shadows? Then I know him.” Negris said.
The noble God of Shadows, just like that, was swallowed by Little Ghost. Even though it was desperately struggling inside Little Ghost, Ange was on the outside pouring the Power of Holy Light into Little Ghost which was healing him quickly. As long as it didn’t explode in one hit, Ange could quickly heal it.
Puffing up, contracting, belching, puffing up again, contracting again, belching again. At some point, Little Ghost stopped expanding and just kept belching.
“Ha…urgh…ha…blegh…” Finally, it vomited out a pearl.
Durken swiftly rushed forward, his eyes eagerly on the pearl, his face unusually flustered: “Gem of the Divine Soul! This is the Gem of the Divine Soul! Lord, you have to give it to me, I can craft a super artifact with it.”
“Oh.” Ange handed over the pearl to him.
Such generous behavior stunned Durken for a moment, taking it incredulously, hesitating: “Really giving it to me? Don’t you know what this is? Gem of the Divine Soul. There’s a chance to learn the enemy’s Divine Technique using it. You’re just giving it to me?”