Chapter 370: Pollution

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【You have encountered—【God of Decay and Necromancy Fen Yege lv??? (Myth)】】

【You have encountered—【God of Wine and Victory Avala lv??? (Myth)】】

【You have encountered—【God of Hunting and Death??? lv??? (Myth)】】

"Giving a welcoming gift as soon as I arrive? How embarrassing." A dark-colored Withered Wood Staff appeared in Fen Yege's hand, and he tapped it lightly against the ground.

Boom! A dull sound echoed in everyone's ears, and the incoming arrows seemed to be eroded by some kind of power; before they could reach Fen Yege, they turned into gray-black residue and fell.

As for the fierce Wolf pouncing from behind, it was intercepted by another figure.

"That was close. If I had been bitten, while I wouldn't have any issues, this body definitely wouldn't have survived." Avala, the God of Wine and Victory possessing a mortal vessel, said with a blank face, sounding shaken.

If he were bitten, the mortal vessel would die, which would mean he would suffer defeat.

Therefore, he denied the failure and transformed it into victory, and thus the fierce Wolf pouncing in mid-air was blocked before him.

"Awoo!"

The Wolf looked at Avala with some irritability; no matter what method he used to attack, he would be blocked by an invisible wall in the end.

This guy is also a veteran deity! Poor God of Hunting and Death, as a first-generation deity born not long ago, he had no idea of the reputation of the wine-loving Madman Avala.

This guy could always find various reasons for failure in battle, and then use that to reject the failure, twisting it into an incredible victory.

Fighting this guy, one must not be careless, no matter how great the advantage.

One might even get insta-killed by him while he shouts about friendship or partners or something.

Damn it, is this guy really a deity? Fen Yege recalled some unpleasant memories and couldn't help but move a little further away from Avala.

He was afraid that if the distance were too close, he wouldn't be able to resist giving the other party a kick while he had the chance.

"Wolf, come back." Sheep Spirit softly called the Wolf back, then looked at Fen Yege and Avala with a guarded expression.

It had been a while, and he didn't expect Fen Yege to actually call for backup.

They didn't recognize that deity, but one thing was certain: he was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

For a moment, the thought of Retreat rose in Sheep Spirit's heart.

But... if he were to Retreat now, wouldn't he just be chased by that God of Decay and Necromancy again?

"Do not be impatient; you must have patience." At this time, the Wolf, having returned to Sheep Spirit's side, seemed to see through his thoughts and said in a deep voice.

"You are right..."

Hearing the Wolf's words, Sheep Spirit immediately calmed down.

Their time was still long, and there would be many more opportunities; there was no need to take risks at a time like this.

Thinking of this, Sheep Spirit slowly lowered his longbow, and his figure gradually began to Retreat.

"Aren't you going to stop them?"

Seeing this, Avala looked at Fen Yege beside him and said.

"Hm?" The other party looked at him with some surprise: "What are you talking about? Shouldn't you be the one to make a move at a time like this?"

"Otherwise, what did I pull you over here for?"

"Hey."

Hearing Fen Yege's words, Avala's face darkened.

He was only here to watch the show; the fact that he was willing to help just now was already... forget it.

Let's just see what this guy is trying to pull.

"The condition for failure is to voluntarily give up the match!" Avala raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Boom boom!! Ancient roars and drumbeats sounded from everyone's ears, and in the blink of an eye, the scene inside the Laboratory transformed into a certain arena.

"Oh oh!!"

The area around the arena was filled with spectators.

They longed to see blood-pumping duels and slaughter.

"This is..."

Yun Mu discovered that she had become one of the spectators in the arena; she was sitting together with Brenna and the others, and below in the arena, the God of Hunting and Death, who had originally wanted to Retreat, had stopped.

They had already felt the power of this arena.

One cannot run away, because running away is equivalent to failure.

As for the price of failure... they were not clear, but they were clearly unwilling to try.

However, what about the opponent?

The God of Hunting and Death looked around in a daze.

"The opponent is, of course, not me."

Fen Yege, sitting in front of Yun Mu, turned his head to look at her and said.

He pointed his hand toward the highest platform of the arena: "Avala is right there; he is the master of this arena, and those responsible for the duel are the gladiators within this arena."

"Can those gladiators really win?" Brenna, sitting beside Yun Mu, asked first: "The opponent is a deity, after all."

"Hehe, I used to think so too..." Fen Yege recalled his past experience of fighting Avala and smiled with an unreadable expression.

"In any case, you'll know once you watch." He said.

Boom!

The heavy iron Gate suddenly pulled upward, drawing the attention of the God of Hunting and Death.

A gladiator clad in black Metal heavy armor, holding a Steel Shield and a Metal Longsword, walked slowly out from within the iron Gate.

"Lundinium Arena, the first Wonder architecture in human history. He watered glory with blood and chose victory with roars. It was precisely in Lundinium, which is fond of fine wine and victory, that that deity was born." Fen Yege explained to Yun Mu and the others at this time.

"That Warrior clad in pitch-black heavy armor was the winning Champion who took the title for ten consecutive years at the time of the Lundinium Arena's establishment. His bravery was seen by the gods, so after he died, his soul ascended to the God's Kingdom and became one of the guardians of this arena."

Bang! In the dust-filled arena, that heavy-armored Warrior had already begun to move.

He held his shield in front of him and charged toward the Sheep Spirit with unstoppable momentum.

"This guy, he's so fast!"

The Sheep Spirit instinctively rolled to the side, and only then did it realize that its speed had actually become much slower.

It was as if it had become just like a mortal.

And its opponent, that Warrior in heavy armor, seemed to have physical attributes similar to its own current body.

It was just that the suit of heavy armor granted the opponent formidable defensive power, which it feared would be difficult to pierce with its current strength.

However, it was not without its advantages.

Compared to the heavily armored Warrior, its movements were much more agile; besides that, the Wolf could also assist it in launching attacks.

As long as it could play to its strengths, defeating the opponent would not be difficult.

The only problem was, how was it supposed to escape from this arena?

Twang! The silvery-white arrow flew from its hand, only to be cut down by the Warrior with his longsword.

The Wolf launched a Touxixi from his side, but only bit into the Steel Shield, nearly shattering its teeth.

In the long years that Avala had existed as a deity, the Warrior had fought against gods who invaded the arena more than once; his skills had long since reached their peak, and his experience was enough to slaughter gods.

Keep breathing, conserve stamina.

Within this arena, even for a god, their stamina would not be infinite.

Facing an enemy using ranged weapons, he had to patiently Wait for the opponent to reveal a flaw.

He would, as always, win glory for the gods through battle. Almost exactly when the Warrior thought this, as if running out of stamina, the Sheep Spirit's movements became slightly Slow, and it was nearly caught by the Warrior.

"Is it finally about to reach its limit?"

The Warrior thought this, but did not immediately close in, instead observing patiently.

The more it was a moment like this, the less one could be impatient, because the opponent's performance might just be a pretense.

Even if it wasn't a pretense, continuing to wear it down was clearly more advantageous for him.

There was no need to take risks just to end the battle quickly.

Bang! The Steel Shield blocked the incoming arrow, the Warrior swung his sword to force back the Wolf, then took a slight step to adjust his position.

The opponent's movements seemed to be getting more and more impatient; it seemed the other party had realized the problem of running out of stamina.

Although he had been adjusting his breathing and combat rhythm, wearing such a suit of heavy armor, the Warrior still inevitably felt a bit of fatigue.

It was about time to decide the outcome.

The Warrior took a deep breath; since the opponent was so impatient, he would deliberately reveal a flaw.

Thus, while facing the simultaneous attack of the Wolf and the Sheep Spirit.

The Warrior seemed distracted by the arrows due to fatigue and was approached by the Wolf, so he could only raise his arm to block the damage with his armor.

And the opponent clearly would not let go of this opportunity to inflict a Severe Injury on his arm.

Now is the time!

"Hah!"

Muscles erupted with powerful strength, the arm holding the shield surged with force, and his entire body slammed into the Wolf's head like an iron tower.

"Awoo~"

The Wolf's entire head slammed into the Steel Shield, and it immediately let out a howl and fell backward.

Young gods really have good bodies; they fall asleep the moment they hit the ground.

The Sheep Spirit took this opportunity to close the distance during the recovery animation of the Warrior's shield-lift, and shot an arrow directly at the gap under the helmet used for vision.

However. "A petty trick!"

The Warrior forcibly twisted his body, letting the arrow graze the edge of the helmet, leaving a faint scratch.

Then he suddenly raised his longsword and swung it toward the Sheep Spirit right before him.

This is, the end! "Awoo!"

"What!?"

The Wolf, which should have been unconscious on the ground, at this moment Pounced onto the Warrior's neck, its sharp fangs piercing the gaps in the armor.

The Warrior tried to strike the opponent's head with the hilt of his sword to make it let go, but it had no effect; then, an arrow was forcefully stabbed into his abdomen by the Sheep Spirit.

"Hmph!"

The Warrior let out a muffled groan, and just as he wanted to Counterattack, he found that the Wolf and the Sheep Spirit had already pulled away.

Unexpectedly, it was indeed the end, but the one who failed was him.

With his current injuries, it was absolutely impossible for him to win; even if he wanted to take off his armor and fight with all his might, but... he would probably be shot into a hedgehog before even getting close.

But he could not give up yet; his god was still watching him.

Bang! The heavy Steel Shield was thrown to the ground by the Warrior; even though he was severely injured, his breathing was not the slightest bit disordered.

Controlling his muscles to compress the wound and stop the bleeding, before his stamina was completely exhausted, win! The Warrior growled lowly and Charged toward the Sheep Spirit, who did not hesitate to pull away to dodge, and continuously pulled the bowstring to Counterattack.

Dodge what he could, Slash what he could with his longsword, and if there was truly no other way, then take it head-on with his armor! The Warrior's footsteps did not pause for a moment; he was like an injured lion, releasing an incomparable sense of oppression.

"Wow—is this guy even human?" Lita, who was sitting in the spectator area with Yun Mu, couldn't help but exclaim at this sight.

"But he is about to lose." Yun Mu said softly.

"That's true." Fen Yege stood up at this moment and flew toward the platform at the very top of the arena.

"Wait a moment, I'll be right back." He said.

Flying slowly to the top of the platform, Fen Yege looked at the figure sitting on the throne.

Avala was currently wearing a very ancient robe, with golden ornaments worn on her wrists, neck, and ankles, forming a sharp contrast with the pitch-black skin of the person she was possessing; besides that, that massive chest was almost about to jump out of the white robe.

"Yo, quite good-looking~" Fen Yege exclaimed instinctively.

"Tsk, be careful or I'll kill you." Avala thought the other party was teasing her, and immediately gripped a golden scepter in her hand, pointing it at Fen Yege's head.

"Don't be so rough, I'm being serious." Fen Yege waved his hand: "I liked things like this back when I was still a mortal."

"Ugh." If these words had come from someone else's mouth, it would be fine, but from this God of Decay and Necromancy before her? Was this guy implying that he was like a dead person? But Avala didn't think he looked like he was lying.

"Thanks for the compliment?" After thinking for a moment, she replied with some hesitation.

"Don't be like that, I'm feeling a bit nauseous."

"Isn't that how you started it!?"

"Ahem." The two stopped arguing, and Fen Yege gave a light cough, saying sternly: "How is the analysis going?"

"So-so." Avala waved her hand casually: "At most, it can only cause Severe Injury; if you want to completely eliminate that guy, it's impossible relying solely on the Purify power of this God of Decay and Necromancy."

"It can actually cause Severe Injury?" Fen Yege looked rather surprised.

"Hey, what's with that surprised expression? Didn't you say you had a plan all along!?"

"Don't mind it, it was just a bit unexpected."

"I suddenly regret cooperating with you." Avala held her forehead.

"Hey, you are the God of Wine and Victory, the possibility of our success has become even greater, isn't that worth you being happy?" Seeing her like this, Fen Yege chuckled and comforted her.

"Sigh, I really believed your nonsense."

Avala held the Golden Scepter and rose from the throne; she walked to the very front of the platform.

"Alright, my Warrior, that's enough!"

"You have already worked very hard."

Her gentle gaze looked toward the scarred Warrior.

Ah, what a merciful god.

The Warrior knelt on the ground, piously offering a Prayer to Avala.

He swore that in the next battle, he would absolutely give his all to bring victory to the deity he believed in.

And he, in turn, would win back his glory in the radiance of victory.

Thinking this, the Warrior's body gradually turned into silver-white radiance and dissipated before everyone.

"Clap, clap, clap."

Avala held the scepter and slowly descended from the air; she clapped and praised: "There aren't many who can beat Xitaer. Is it because even in a single-player duel arena, you can still operate as two individuals?"

"Or is it that, as a ghost, you don't have the concept of stamina at all?"

(End of chapter)