Chapter 1281: Weng Falos 3.3 (322)

Its massive body seemed shrouded in a black fog, only the crackling lightning on its body barely illuminating it. Accompanied by a violent spasm, a bone‑cracking sound that made teeth sour rang out…

Crack—Ssshh!

In the stunned gazes of the onlookers, Ai Ge Le's neck began to split open slowly from the base, scarlet lightning surged within it, the slender neck… as if a brute force had ripped it apart!

Its lower‑abdomen eye exploded again… but this time there was no solid form; instead a more bizarre eye flew out from inside, rose to the center of the two slender necks, and looked down on everyone from above.

"That twisted shape…" Bai E tightened his grip on the sword hilt, "Is Heichi wrapping it, reviving it?"

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The Valkyrie of the End.

The mutation on Ai Ge Le made the deities present fall into silence.

Xu Zuo Zhi Nan swallowed a mouthful of saliva; he had thought the Eight‑headed Great Serpent he killed was already bizarre enough, but in front of Ai Ge Le it actually seemed rather cute…

For a moment he could hardly describe what it was— a beast from hell? or a Titan that had already been killed once? If Ai Ge Le had already been killed by Bai E once, how could it be killed a second time?

Could… it still be killed?

Thinking of this, Xu Zuo Zhi Nan felt a strange sensation crawl up his spine, like a long centipede waving countless slender legs.

"Heichi can actually let Ai Ge Le revive… truly incredible." Zeus stroked the few thin hairs on his chin, "Could this be the secret of the Fire Thief Walker's resurrection? Its body is compressed with a high concentration of Heichi; each time it suffers a fatal wound, Heichi continuously repairs its body."

"That possibility can't be ruled out." Lord of Flies Bie Xi Bu said, "If Bai E can kill Ai Ge Le after Heichi infection and revival, it shows the same method can kill a Fire Thief Walker. Ai Ge Le was probably contaminated by Heichi long ago; only when Bai E killed it did Heichi begin to take over its dead body."

"How disgusting…" Xu Zuo Zhi Nan frowned. As a deity of Takamagahara, facing such a monster he felt only a physiological revulsion, "…Even if I were killed by a human, I don't want to fight this kind of monster. Fighting humans at least lets me feel the glory of battle, but from this monster… I feel nothing but 'blasphemy.'"

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fate/zero.

Cool—!!

When Ai Ge Le's neck was ripped cleanly in two, Long Zhi Jie, who witnessed this magnificent sight, could no longer suppress his excitement and bounced up thrilled.

"Amazing…! Sir, it's truly amazing!! I've never seen anything so beautiful!!"

"Indeed… indeed, Heichi! Heichi is the best!! You agree, right? Sir!"

However, with a "thump", Long Zhi Jie turned his head and finally noticed that Caster was kneeling on the ground, tears streaming down his face.

He tilted his head, his gaze greedily licking Ai Ge Le's twisted, grotesque form; tears burst from his huge eyes like a dam breaking, covering his face, which was already twisted by ecstasy.

He trembled, reaching out as if trying to touch the monster being reborn in destruction through the void.

"God… this is truly the exquisite artwork you created yourself!"

Caster's voice choked, tears streaming as he looked up at Ai Ge Le's torn neck, its body shrouded in black fog and lightning. He seemed to see the most sacred scene in the world.

"But, sir, Bai E and the others want to destroy the artwork created by the gods… that's just too much!" Thinking this, Long Zhi Jie couldn't help but feel very angry.

"Long Zhi Jie." Caster slowly rose from the ground, gently cradling Long Zhi Jie with both hands, "It's normal. Those who truly understand the beauty and harmony created by the gods are, in any world, only a very small fraction of humanity. Most mortals, when confronted with a holy relic as beautiful and artistic as Ai Ge Le, are driven by jealousy to unleash their beastly nature. They are merely beasts who want to destroy beautiful things."

"The whole Weng Falos… perhaps only a Fire Thief Walker can comprehend Heichi's 'beauty'." Caster said with such conviction.

"But, sir, if Bai E and the others so blatantly destroy the artwork created by the gods, won't they incur heavenly retribution? Or perhaps the gods actually enjoy Bai E's destruction of their own artwork?"

Upon hearing Long Zhi Jie's words—Caster's complexion suddenly changed.

He grabbed Long Zhi Jie's shoulders hard, turning him toward himself. The massive eyeball stared directly into Long Zhi Jie's eyes.

"Why… Long Zhi Jie, you are clearly not a Weng Falos person, why do you have such thoughts?"

"Because the deities have been tacitly permitting it all along."

Long Zhi Jie said this while seeming to want to embrace the entire world with outstretched arms.

"Titans are not true deities; both Titans and Heichi are creations of the deities. The deities permit Heichi to devour humanity, and also permit humanity to constantly resist Heichi. If it were simply a one‑sided affair, the deities themselves would surely grow bored of the world they created."

"Thus, the deities spread divine edicts, incite mortals to challenge Titans, and create monsters like the Fire Thief Walker to kill humans, halting the Fire Pursuit Journey. In doing so, do the deities also enjoy the love and courage within the story? And are they amazed by the artwork formed by Heichi devouring Titans?"

Having said that, Long Zhi Jie paused, as if confirming the conclusion he was about to draw, and then continued slowly.

"I think the deities love mortal hymns of bravery and hope, while also loving the wailing and despair brought by Heichi. Otherwise… the blood of the golden‑born and ordinary people would never be such vivid, beautiful colors."

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"The spark has already been taken, yet it still moves…" Feng Qin shouted loudly toward the eye in the sky, "Lord Senecio, is that you?"

Ai Ge Le stretched one side of its neck, and the only response to the girl was a meteor falling from the heavens.

These meteor pills and stars are not hard to deal with, but the meteors seem to carry some black substance, like maggots on bone, clinging to each weapon. As everyone gripped their weapons against the meteors, the black substance began to crawl from their palms, eroding them.

"Facing the gentle storm, awaken you from the abyss, Lord Senecio!"