Chapter 291: God of War and Wisdom

Trap?

Hearing what the elf named Ina said, plus the howling, death‑seeking ghost‑faced beast, and the scene before them, Leon acted decisively, opened communications to Buleiya and said:

"Aya, inform all divisions to temporarily halt the encirclement of the Kira Hani tribe, and also, at our location we have detected a rogue humanoid aberration that requires more support to contain or eliminate."

Leon said as he did so.

The lieutenant also ordered, "Form a formation! Heighten vigilance!"

"Yes!"

The squad quickly dispersed, maintaining spacing in a semicircular formation, pointing their barrels at the three elves, while the two cyclops giants remained at the front.

Without Leon's explicit command, the ten emergency team members also joined the formation.

At that moment.

The elder elf dispersed the column of light, its body settling smoothly onto the ground, then surveyed the surroundings with eyes filled with blue light.

Finally, it fixed its gaze on Leon and his companions, and in a resonant tone, smiled and said:

"Humans, the race that once begged the gods for mercy and protection, can still emerge from Earth even without the gods' watch…"

Speaking, it then looked at the four elites and remarked, "They've even started keeping pets now, hmm, worthy of praise."

!!

Seeing the elder elf utter an uncharacteristic line, Ina and another comrade who had raised a Spiritual Energy shield realized that the most learned and powerful elder among their six 'people' had been taken by a demon…

completely replaced by the evil god Parras.

And Parras, now occupying the elder elf's body, tilted slightly, raised his right hand, palm aimed at Ina and the others, without hesitation or words, released a Spiritual Energy lightning.

"Zap!" a sound rang, shattering the Spiritual Energy shield.

"Puff!"

The nameless elf maintaining the shield spat fresh blood directly, its body uncontrollably blasted away, following a textbook parabola to land more than ten meters away, crashing to the ground, immobilized.

Ina was also caught in the blast, likewise hurled away.

But its fate was slightly better than its nameless counterpart's; at least it could still grimace in painful struggle, look toward the human‑formed line, and with all its strength warned:

"Run… run fast…"

Run?

The lieutenant and the UNSC troops, though ignorant of demons or other dimensions, shouted once they saw Parras launch an attack:

"Take down this scum!"

"Hoo‑ha (howl)!" the soldiers responded in unison.

"Before support arrives, assist the UNSC in eliminating that rogue creature," Leon also issued the same order.

"Understood," the emergency team replied calmly.

"Tap tap tap!"

Gunfire erupted immediately thereafter.

But the result was obvious: all projectile types failed to inflict any substantive damage on the evil god.

Parras didn't even need to manifest a visible Spiritual Energy shield; he could "out of thin air" block and disperse every incoming attack.

"After ten thousand years, we still haven't shed the habit of defying the gods…"

Unfazed by all attacks, Parras sighed, shifted his focus away from the two gravely wounded, dying elves, turned toward the squad gradually closing in on him…

"Creak!"

Accompanied by a few shrill metallic wails, the two cyclops giants responsible for firepower were, in the blink of an eye, twisted and deformed by unseen Spiritual Energy.

Like an A4 sheet crumpled into a ball, the two cyclops giants were also compressed by Parras's released Spiritual Energy into two metal lumps.

"Pfft!"

The blood of the two pilots spurted out from the fissures.

Then, Parras casually swung his left hand, releasing a faintly visible "air ripple" toward a group of UNSC soldiers.

"Boom~! Boom~!"

The energy shields generated by individual gear, like bubbles formed by Soap foam, shattered in succession, and the soldiers were instantly lifted and sliced by the "air ripple".

"Sizzle!"

In an instant, severed limbs flew, a cloud of blood mist and rain rose, and the blood on the ground seeped into the cracked soil.

When Parras displayed his overwhelming power, the UNSC troops couldn't help but feel dread.

How can we fight this?

Before the mission, they knew they were to aid Umbrella agents in handling a tricky target, but who could have guessed they'd face a foe that cannot be touched physically, whose attacks cannot be captured??

"This is the fate of those who defy the gods, tremble, mortals…" Parras spread his arms, displaying a disdainful demeanor toward all beings.

Having finished his remark.

Parras ceased mass slaughter, instead forming a fist with his right hand and individually "pinching" the stunned UNSC soldiers to death, reveling in the unparalleled thrill of the massacre.

Leon and the emergency team members, however, showed no surprise or existential doubt, continuing to attack Parras in an orderly fashion.

Moreover, Leon also took out a "Round Moon" grenade, stepped quickly to the right away from the squad, pulled the pin, released the safety, tossed it, and said to Buleiya:

"Intelligence correction: it's not a mid‑level demon, it's a high‑level demon. Also, urge support to arrive quickly, otherwise we alone can't hold that demon."

"Boom!"

Before Leon could hear Buleiya's reply, the "Round Moon" grenade exploded.

But the invisible barrier continuously generated by Parras still shielded him from the blast.

"Sss…~!"

Yet the water from the exploding Round Moon grenade corroded the barrier, emitting a thick "white mist".

Although it still failed to inflict substantive damage on Parras, it succeeded in halting his slaughter of the soldiers and also diverted his attention toward Leon.

"Round Moon Water? Ah… looks like she's awake, hehe."

Parras watched Leon, who was conducting guerrilla attacks against it and preparing to throw another Round Moon grenade, and couldn't help showing a hint of nostalgia.

"Madd…!"

At this moment, the lieutenant who had lost half his men aimed his commander-type Gauss Rifle at Parras's back, disregarding remaining ammo and accuracy, pulled the trigger hard, and roared in uncontainable fury:

"God, you damned God of the Gobi! Empty all the ammo for me, and avenge the dead brothers!"

"Yes!"

Facing an absolutely crushing situation and death, the surviving soldiers, led by the lieutenant, stirred up their fury.

But unfortunately.

Parras, with his back to them, this time didn't even move a muscle before unleashing Spiritual Energy that no one could withstand.

In a blink of an eye.

Everyone, including Leon and the emergency squad, either got flung by the Spiritual Energy wave, had their personal shields fail and bodies severely damaged, falling unconscious in the distance, or were randomly sliced by blade‑like waves, with limbs and necks broken.

Even the legendary operative Leon, before he could pull the grenade's pin, was pulled away by Spiritual Energy, his Mechanical exoskeleton fell apart, and he lay on the ground looking up.

"Pah…"

He twisted his head, spitting out blood that tasted slightly sweet, trying to struggle to stand, but his body wouldn't cooperate.

"Humans are always so interesting," Parras said, scanning the surroundings and speaking to the heavily wounded Leon and the others in a self‑absorbed tone:

"Knowing the outcome is certain death, facing absolute overwhelming force, yet still naively believing they can overturn it, can win."

"Now, let me, the war and wisdom goddess Parras, correct your humans' laughably bad habits."

"God… what's so great about it…" Leon scoffed.

"Heh." Parras gave a contemptuous smile, his gaze returning to the immobilized Leon, and asked:

"Human, your courage is commendable, but you were deceived by that man who calls himself the chairman. Humans have been meant to revere the divine since birth, not stand shoulder to shoulder with it."

"Revere the divine?"

Leon, his hair a mess, mustered all his strength to prop his upper body with both hands, stared at Parras's eyeless eyes, and grinned:

"Then kneel and sing a bit… 'Dad is good', perhaps I'll pray to you. How about that suggestion…?"

As Leon spoke, his right hand unintentionally reached toward his lower back.

However, Parras was not angered by Leon's provocation; she simply pinched with the index and thumb of her left hand.

Immediately after came a sharp, teeth‑aching "Kaba!" sound of a bone cracking.

"Ah…!"

Sensing the piercing pain, Leon's face turned deathly pale, and he let out a loud, unbearable howl.

Behind him.

His right forearm was twisted and deformed, bones protruding, rendering his right hand useless, causing the sealed container he grasped to slip, and Round Moon Water continuously poured from the opened lid.

"Your crude provocation technique is simple, but I appreciate you even more," Parras said with interest, seeing through everything.

She spoke while approaching Leon, using Spiritual Energy to clamp his neck, forcibly pulling him up from the ground.

She continued, "I can see you harbor resentment toward the word 'God'. Come, tell me in detail how that chairman deceived…"

"Pip!"

Suddenly, a weak Spiritual Energy lightning struck Parras's invisible barrier.

The words were cut off, causing Parras to show anger and turn toward the source of the lightning.

Seeing that half‑dead, nameless elf who had previously raised a Spiritual Energy shield, Parras lifted her left hand, opened her palm, and in a displeased tone said gravely:

"The dialogue between God and humans is not something a lowly race like you can interject into?"

The words hung in the air.

A more violent Spiritual Energy lightning, tracing a Z‑shaped path, arced toward the nameless elf.

"Pip!"

"Ah…!!"

Enduring stabbing pain and burning across its whole body, the nameless elf let out a hissing, anguished scream.

!!??

However, Parras seemed to sense something, quickly ceased the lightning, granted Leon freedom, and turned to face the open ground on the other side.

"Boom! Boom!" several times.

Above the open ground, eleven ghostly blue spatial distortions materialized, then the dazzling light they emitted flashed and vanished instantly.

Replacing the distortions were eleven warriors of a guard squad, each wearing the Sparta Corps‑exclusive Terminator.

At the front stood one whose helmet bore a golden olive‑branch crown; it was Jie Luo Mu, dispatched to Pu Er Dun.

He used the Terminator to complete the teleportation.

Jie Luo Mu swung both arms, unleashing an energy wrist blade about one and a half meters long that emitted a red aura; without a battle cry or extra words, he charged straight at Parras.

"Tang! Tang!"

"Ri~ whoosh!"

The other ten brothers did the same, remaining silent, raising dual‑linked explosive arrow guns and large‑caliber shoulder cannons, and opened a concentrated fire on Parras.

The invisible barrier successfully blocked the attack, but the dense smoke from the explosions hindered Parras's vision, providing cover for Jie Luo Mu as he rushed toward Parras.

The instant he closed the distance.

Jie Luo Mu raised his left hand high to slash downward, while his right hand swept inward, attempting to seal Parras's retreat.

"Wong~!"

The two energy wrist blades whistled, generating wind at a speed no ordinary person could perceive.

Yet this self‑proclaimed war and wisdom goddess, relying only on the aged elf's body, somehow kept pace with Jie Luo Mu's attack rhythm.

It leaned back, legs lifting off the ground, performed a sideways dodge in mid‑air, then lightly stepped on Jerome's arm guards with both feet, using the rebound to spring away, and finished with a backflip, landing steadily with light steps.

The whole process was extremely fast, almost a blur, and Jerome and Pallas had already pulled apart.

Seeing this,

Without needing a reminder, the warriors quickly dispersed to form an encirclement, and two brothers wielding power spears were assigned to cooperate with Jerome to completely slay Pallas.

Compared to one‑on‑one combat, the warriors and the entirety of Sparta placed greater emphasis on cooperation.

With Jerome's martial technique at its peak, he kept up a "death‑grip," two brothers assisted, and other brothers suppressed with firepower, leaving Pallas no chance to unleash a large‑scale Spiritual Energy attack.

Now, the agile and nimble Pallas could no longer respond as calmly as before, barely avoiding being cut in half or slashed.

Finally.

Pallas, having barely dodged a strike, tried to repeat the trick, using the rebound to jump out of the encirclement, but Jerome's right‑hand energy wrist blade was already nearing its waist.

Seeing this, Pallas immediately abandoned the elder elf's body before the wrist blade could make substantive contact.

"Sizzle!"

The extremely hot energy‑field blade cleanly severed the waist, splitting it directly into two halves.

Deprived of Pallas's possession, the elder elf's eyes returned to normal, but with the eyeballs rolled back, and human‑like blood continuously gushed from its mouth, showing that it was dead beyond any doubt.

In fact, the moment Pallas took over its body, the result was both spiritual and physiological "death."

"Not bad."

At this point, Pallas, which had suffered not a scratch from beginning to end, commented in Jerome's and the brothers' ears:

"Cold‑hearted and ruthless, overwhelmingly powerful, worthy of being a warrior comparable to a deity—I like it… no, I should say I like it too much.

"It's a pity that the body of that inferior race is unusable; otherwise I could still play with you a while longer, hahaha～!"

Having said that,

Only Pallas's laughter could be heard in their ears until it completely dissipated, after which the surroundings returned to tranquility.

Jerome ignored the temptingly worded speech, turned to scan the heavily casualties‑laden UNSC and emergency team, contacted Byron, who was still commanding from low Earth orbit, and had her dispatch the ship's technical and medical teams to the scene.

"This isn't a minor role…" Leon muttered, lying on his back on the ground.

Previously, most of the demons hunted by their Surveillance Bureau were low‑ or mid‑rank, whereas Pallas far exceeded any recorded specimen.

Even without relying on experience, Leon firmly believed that Pallas was definitely a high‑rank demon.

(End of Chapter)