Chapter 113: The Rambling Evil God

Cowardly mongrel, bearing my great power, why must you hold back!

Ka Moer-Jiliao heard rambling in his ears; he ignored the other's vicious words and instead strained to absorb the other's power.

Only within a Dungeon does he dare use this all‑or‑nothing method to summon the evil god sealed inside the artifact.

Otherwise, without the net's protection, he would have his soul devoured in an instant.

A pair of huge eyes emitting deep green light manifested in the half‑demon's will‑world, and Ka Moer-Jiliao instantly felt he could command the evil god's power.

That's it! Kill! Destroy! End all this detestable thing!!

In the half‑demon's will‑world, the owner of the deep green giant eyes let out a mad laugh and rambling; its figure gradually faded, and the entire will‑world was suffused with a strange pale green.

Ka Moer-Jiliao didn't know what madness the other was drawing, but he knew clearly that lingering in this power would inevitably bring irreversible consequences.

The evil god doesn't care if mortals borrow or even devour its power, for it is trivial to it.

However, sometimes it can bring sufficiently "surprising" events.

This is why evil gods often appear more "generous" than benevolent gods: they enjoy watching mortals, guided by their power, bring death, despair, fear, and wailing.

The God of Ramblings understands that the more the half‑demon relies on itself, the easier it is for it to break free of the seal, and it possesses ample patience.

Hundreds of years are but a flick of the finger to it; it can wait indefinitely until the seal shatters.

Boom!!!

Like a cyan sun exploding in midair, the blinding light filled all creatures with primal terror!

Roar!

Ka Moer-Jiliao controlled the evil god's body, using its tentacles to launch a completely indiscriminate attack on the surroundings.

Its massive size, coupled with countless tentacles, instantly encompassed everyone within its attack range.

Unwittingly, the evil god's power affected Ka Moer-Jiliao's mind; the one who intended to perish together with Mu Yi now encompassed all living things within the scope of destruction.

Mu Yi dodged the tentacle slaps, unleashed a few bolts of thunder, but they vanished like a mud ox in the sea, causing no damage.

In another direction, several flashes lit up—Holy Warrior and his allies' counterattack—but like Mu Yi's, they inflicted no noticeable damage.

Even the Holy Warrior's Sacred Slash seemed to have no discernible effect.

Likewise, the tentacles' simple slaps failed to harm Mu Yi and his companions.

Mu Yi also saw the full figures of two others: a dwarf warrior wielding a long spear, and a Zhuoer Elf brandishing a war hammer.

A rather mismatched pairing, yet the glimmer on the spear and war hammer was unmistakably the light of artifacts.

While Mu Yi was distracted observing others, several spikes exuding a strong corrupt aura shot toward his position.

Power suddenly erupted beneath Mu Yi's feet, allowing him to sidestep the deadly ambush by a hair's breadth.

The corrupt spikes struck the ground, instantly corroding a whole patch of soil; Mu Yi could distinctly feel the rot emanating from the impact, as if the entire earth had been slain.

Mu Yi couldn't help but feel a chill of dread; had he been pierced by the half‑demon, the corrosive substance would have become part of his body.

He couldn't guarantee that the flames of the blaze could disperse it before the rot consumed his vitality.

Roar!

Another incomprehensible roar erupted, and twisted blobs of slime splashed from the evil god's body, landing on the ground and forming a tentacled monster that resembled a beast‑octopus hybrid.

These tentacled monsters exuded rot, emitting disgusting, sticky sounds, just like the ramblings that rang in their ears when the evil god first appeared.

Looking around, the area around the evil god was swarming with countless tentacled monsters; their chaotic limbs triggered even a fear of crowds, making onlookers nauseated to the point of scalp tingling.

Just seeing them caused one's sanity to plummet, and with the omnipresent ramblings, Mu Yi felt his mind under a severe assault.

Thunder! Thunder! Thunder!

Mu Yi, unable to bear it any longer, hurled thunder as if it were free money toward the tentacled monsters and the evil god; he simply could not accept sharing the same air with those beasts.

Clearly, Mu Yi wasn't the only one who couldn't stand the scene.

The Zhuoer Elf wielding a war hammer leapt in fury, smashing the hammer heavily onto the ground.

Countless flames suddenly erupted from the ground!

The specks of fire formed a dazzling sea of stars, like a peacock with a flaming tail feather unfurling its brilliant plumage!

The all‑covering flames fell upon the tentacled monsters, and the disgusting creatures were instantly engulfed by the seemingly beautiful yet fiercely lethal fire, their bodies reduced to ash as the flames merged into a single blaze.

On the other side, the dwarf hurled his long spear; the spear seemed to sprout eyes as it pierced straight into the core of a tentacled monster, striking its vital point before flying back into the dwarf's hand.

The massive evil god instantly became the focus of all fire, and the Holy Warrior and the werewolf temporarily halted their battle to deal with the repulsive evil god.

However, the nauseating tentacled monsters kept spawning from the evil god's body, and their rampant tentacles caused the others to be distracted.

The tentacled monsters' bodies were as hard as rock, far surpassing ordinary human strength, and combined with their disgusting appearance and the spray of corrupt slime, their durability surged.

Of course, for Mu Yi and the other artifact‑wielding elites, the only real challenge was the revulsion from the tentacled monsters and the bizarre ramblings' mental impact.

Although everyone wanted to run, in the end no one actually did.

No one wants to be on the local tyrant's wanted list, so everyone is biding time here, waiting for the Wealth Church to arrive.

At least, for their brave resistance, grant them a modest bounty.

The quick‑witted among them have already realized that to win this chase for the wanted traitors, they must deal with the local tyrant's Wealth Church.

Only the Wealth Church holds the detailed identities of those traitors.

As for the slow‑thinking, like the Holy Warrior, how could they stand idly by while an evil god rampages?

Among them, the Holy Warrior was the most vigorous, not only slaying the tentacled monsters surrounding him but also charging at the massive body of the evil god.

However, against the evil god's huge size, his attacks achieved little tangible result.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Several spear‑like javelins streaked across the sky, sweeping down upon the evil god and the tentacled monsters.

The tentacled monsters' rock‑hard bodies, under the impact of these steel javelins, proved as fragile as tofu, easily pinned to the ground.

Following them came the glittering Wealth Church Knights.

"Money is power! Fight for wealth!"

They surged toward the tentacle monster horde with frantic and fearless vigor, attacking in groups of three to seven, and in an instant sliced the tentacle monsters down as easily as chopping vegetables.

Each attack and defense displayed perfect coordination; many blows struck the ground, creating huge craters as if bombed.

Mu Yi surveyed the Wealth Knights' attacks; each time they struck, golden light flashed on their bodies.

That light signified their wealth; money is power is not an empty saying, their wealth truly becomes their strength.

Their wealth grants extra bonuses to their attacks and defenses, so for the Wealth Knights, money is concrete power.

However, each time the golden radiance is consumed, a portion of wealth is also burned, flowing into the hands of the Goddess of Wealth as part of her power source.

According to Mu Yi's observation, these Wealth Knights each approach Level 10 warrior strength, appearing even stronger than his own Asura warriors.

The Jewel Priests behind them cast Divine Art, hurling massive gold coins like meteors from the sky onto the Evil God; the force can even snap the Evil God's tentacles in one strike.

Each casting by the Jewel Priests also consumes a portion of wealth.

The Wealth Church's Divine Art has no prerequisites; as long as you worship the Goddess of Wealth and uphold money above all, you can spend wealth to cast it, even summon the Goddess herself, though that price could bankrupt an entire kingdom.

"Act, take down that big guy; I can, on behalf of the goddess, pardon your crimes!"

The only plain old man stared gravely at the Evil God in the sky; it was stronger than they imagined.

"Zongwang Prompt: Timed event triggered — Eradicate Evil God!"

Eradicate Evil God

Time limit: 23:59

Mission description: cooperate with the Wealth Church to slay the Evil God.

Mission success reward: the Wealth Church lifts the bounty on you.

Mission failure penalty: marked by the Wealth Church as a principal suspect with a bounty.

Mu Yi noticed that, apparently due to the Apprentice-level Dungeon limit, everyone in the Wealth Church is capped at Level 10.

Mu Yi couldn't help but think sincerely, what a safe Dungeon!

What Mu Yi didn't know is that this special Dungeon is already outrageous compared to ordinary Dungeons.

But compared with Mu Yi's experiences, it's a case of a minor sorcerer meeting a great one.

White Lotus Instance cap: Legend; Giant Dragon Treasury cap: Transcendent Dragon; Mordelos cap: Divine…

Nowadays, this Apprentice‑cap Dungeon is downright conscientious.

Even with creature levels capped, the gap between individuals remains as wide as a canyon.

The Evil God summoned by the Half-Demon is, in a sense, also confined within the Level 10 ceiling.

However, a Level 10 deity and a Level 10 ordinary practitioner differ vastly in challenge level.

With a simple greeting to Mu Yi and his group, the plain old man, looking like an ascetic, began casting swiftly.

Soon a glittering golden portal opened in the sky, and a being clad in golden armor, angelic in appearance, stepped out.

— Divine Envoy! 【Wealth Divine Art】

In normal condition the elder could probably reach Legend level; the other is a fanatical devotee of the Goddess of Wealth, who has signed a pact to devote all wealth to her, thereby gaining the ability to freely cast low‑ to mid‑level Divine Art.

But the price is heavy; any wealth he acquires is pledged to the Goddess of Wealth by the contract.

Madly chasing wealth yet never obtaining any, even without being a devotee, that endless cycle of gain and loss would torment most people to death.

The Wealth Divine Envoy, clad in golden armor, launched a merciless assault on the Evil God, its attacks rivaling any that Mu Yi's party had previously unleashed.

In an instant it severed dozens of the Evil God's tentacles, but more surged upward, forcing the foe back.

The elder on the ground also summoned a continuous barrage of gold coins, striking the Evil God; the thick tentacles could not stop the coin onslaught.

And the five of Mu Yi, assigned the mission, also began to exert force.

Their purpose in staying was exactly this; had the elder not given the task, they would have fled by now, dumping the mess onto the Wealth Church.

Being wanted in the first place was an unforeseen disaster for them.

They did nothing yet were swept into the bounty by the Holy Warrior's reckless actions, followed by the Half-Demon's sudden madness, completely unexpected.

But now, finally guaranteed, they no longer slack off and give their all against the manifested Evil God.

Everyone holds divine artifacts; who doesn't have a trump card?

Even Mu Yi himself holds Cloud Energy and Barrier as his last cards, without even using the Ember.

— Calamity Firefall!

The Zhuoer Elf wielding a war hammer leapt high again, the hammer transforming into a massive flaming hammer, raising the air temperature several degrees instantly.

The Zhuoer Elf gripped the war hammer with both hands and then slammed it down with a roar.

Where it passed, even meters away, the tentacle monsters within the hammer's range were incinerated by the scorching flame.

The Evil God reacted to the attack for the first time.

"Roar!"

A painful wail, accompanied by sound waves, lifted everything nearby; even the battling Wealth Knights could not withstand the powerful shockwave, clutching their ears in agony as their golden aura flickered under the impact.

Amid the countless tentacles, a massive eyeball emerged, its pupil flashing a strange deep green light, now veined with blood, glaring resentfully at Mu Yi.

"It's not me who hit you!" Mu Yi looked at the opponent's almost‑dissipating resentment, could only feel his liver ache, "What kind of situation is this?"

If there's a grievance, there's a debtor; you should go find the Zhuoer Elf.