Chapter 311

Leon, wreathed in swirling black smoke, launched his charge immediately after declaring war, staining the emerald valley with a sudden splash of blood.

Faced with Leon's heavy spiked mace, the Goddess of Wealth—whose strength had been split into thirty thousand fragments by the Book of Collective Punishment and whose soul was pinned by the Scale of Contentment—appeared as fragile as a puppet.

In this strange war without shouts or cries, Leon, wielding various instruments of torture as weapons, charged like a war chariot descending from a mountaintop, smashing each rushing headless divine corpse into fragments, carving a crimson path of flesh and blood through the emerald valley.

When occasionally overwhelmed by frenzied headless corpses that tangled his limbs and trapped him, a grotesque instrument of torture would be hastily deployed, forcibly lifting the corpses piled atop him—free once more, Leon would rise and charge again!

As this blood-soaked path, forcibly carved by him, stretched further, the rolling black smoke swirling around Leon seemed to draw nourishment from the divine blood scattered everywhere, growing uncontrollably and infinitely; the demonic shadow behind him grew denser and swelled with the thickening smoke.

Two meters, three meters… five meters, seven meters… ten meters, twelve meters…

By the time Leon hefted the Wheel of the Cart, bound with two divine corpses, and pushed the pile of corpses downhill like a cart, the demonic shadow behind him had swelled to fifteen meters tall—towering higher than a five-story building!

And it wasn't just that.

The once-blurry scales of the goat demon grew increasingly distinct as the black smoke thickened; its once-flickering claws and fangs solidified, even gleaming faintly with metallic luster; the thick smoke exhaled from its mouth and nostrils, thick with sparks, now radiated actual heat!

…

So good! So damn good!

Merging his consciousness with the demonic shadow behind Leon, watching the back of the figure who had discarded all distractions and fully immersed himself in war and brutality, the Black Goat nearly burst into laughter on the spot.

On a battlefield of flying flesh and blood, one man charging against thirty thousand true gods, slaughtering them until the ground was littered with corpses… this was the ultimate reward for a demon! Even at the peak of my power, I never dared dream such an insane feat!

Honestly, if I get to experience such a glorious bloodbath, even if I'm killed by the Goddess of Wealth at the end, my whole life is worth it!

After inhaling deeply the smoke rising from the divine flesh and blood, the Black Goat, his soul trembling with ecstasy, roared skyward with bloodshot eyes, then bent low and swept sideways, clearing a vast area before Leon, snatched up seven or eight headless divine corpses, and brutally shoved them into his mouth.

"Thud. Thud. Thud."

"…"

Watching the divine corpses he'd swallowed drop out again from his smoky belly, the fifteen-meter-tall Black Goat fell silent for a moment, then spat in disgust, waved his hand to sweep away these useless, inanimate trash, sucked in a massive breath, and blasted forth huge clouds of smoky fire toward the army of divine corpses blocking Leon's path!

Is that… the Black Goat?

Seeing the black smoke, dragging countless headless divine corpses, roll down toward the valley floor, Leon—whose eyes had turned crimson from battle—was startled, and regained a sliver of reason.

Turning to look at the massive demonic shadow behind him, Leon, astonished, felt a sudden heaviness on his head; when he reached up to touch it, he found two long, spiraled, jet-black horns growing from his scalp.?!!

"Ahahaha! This is proof you've earned my full approval!"

Sensing Leon's shock, the Black Goat, now at the peak of his demonic existence, laughed heartily:

"Just like the one from the Lyne family who received my heart—some guy named Bobbie or Barbie—his ambition and arrogance matched my heart, so my heart replaced his, fusing with him!"

And just now, you fully immersed yourself in war, truly began to savor the beauty of battle from within—truly aligning with the wrath and war I embody. So from now on, you… what are you doing? Hey! Don't pull it off!

!

Get it off right now!

After trying to pull twice and realizing the horns had grown as if they'd always been there, fused inseparably with his skull, Leon cried out in furious disbelief:

"I'm human! Humans don't grow horns on their heads!"

"…"

Huh? You're human?

Glancing at the three-hundred-meter-long blood trail behind him, and at the headless divine corpses bound and suspended by various torture instruments, writhing helplessly; then at Leon himself—drenched in blood as if soaked in a pool of it, his clothes saturated, his demonic aura blazing as if ready to burst from his body—the Black Goat clicked his tongue, momentarily at a loss for words.

I'll say this: with your purity, even if you were thrown straight into the deepest abyss, you'd still rank among the elite—you've got nothing to do with being "human." But whatever. You're the boss. You say what's what.

At Leon's urgent urging, the Black Goat reluctantly retracted his horns, then enclosed Leon within his smoky belly, extending a demonic arm nearly two meters in diameter to crush the incoming divine corpses like ants, widening the blood path by more than tenfold—until a frantic cry echoed from the valley floor…

"Stop! Don't kill anymore!"

Feeling the growing resistance in her hands, seeing the slender sword pushed back again, Emma understood what had happened and shouted to Leon:

"She's doing it on purpose! These corpses split by the Books of Law are all part of her power! The more you destroy, the more power she regains!"

"Leon! While she's still down! Run! Take Tang Mu and run! I can't hold on much longer!"?!

The Goddess of Wealth… did this on purpose?

Hearing Emma's cry, Leon's pupils shrank slightly; he turned back sharply.

Then he was stunned to realize that, from some unknown moment, the staggering divine corpses in the valley had begun frenziedly attacking each other—but their power had been split too thin, their physical strength too evenly matched, so their mutual assaults inflicted only minimal damage.

But after my charge and the Black Goat's furious smashing, the divine corpses fell like wheat before the scythe—large sections of the valley had been cleared; at least one-thirtieth of them had been "killed" by me and the Black Goat!

No, I must move faster!

"Stop! Don't kill anymore! Just keep them from disturbing me… Emma!"

Hastily halting the Black Goat's assault, Leon—completely shrouded in rolling black mist, smoke seeping from his nostrils and ear canals—wiped the faintly golden divine blood from his face, then gulped down liquor in huge swallows as he shouted toward the valley floor:

"Hold on… gulp… just a little longer! I'm coming… gulp… I'm almost there!"