Chapter 713: The Pinnacle of the Goat

Leon, wreathed in swirling black smoke, launched a 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 hurtling down a mountain, smashing the headless divine corpses that rushed at him into shattered 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!

And as this blood-soaked path, forcibly carved by him, stretched ever further, the rolling black smoke swirling around Leon seemed to draw nourishment from the scattered divine blood, growing uncontrollably infinite in volume; the demonic shadow behind him grew denser and swelled steadily with the smoke.

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

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

And that was not all.

The goat demon's previously indistinct scales had grown sharply defined with the thickening black smoke; its once flickering claws and fangs had solidified, even gleaming faintly with metallic luster; and 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 hesitation and plunged entirely into war and brutality, Black Goat could barely contain his urge to laugh aloud.

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 in my peak power, I never dared dream such an insane feat!

To be honest, if I get to experience such a glorious bloodbath, even if I'm killed by the Goddess of Wealth at the end, my life is still fucking worth it!

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

"Thud. Thud. Thud."

"…"

Watching the divine corpses swallowed whole then fall 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 fiery smoke roaring toward the army of divine corpses blocking Leon's path!

Is that… Black Goat?

Seeing the black smoke, laden with countless headless divine corpses, rolling en masse down toward the valley floor, Leon—eyes red from bloodlust—was startled, and for the first time regained a sliver of reason.

Turning to look at the massive demonic shadow behind him, Leon, astonished, reached up to touch his head—only to find two long, spiraled, jet-black horns had grown there.

?!!!

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

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

"Just like that person from the Lyne family—whoever he was, Bob or Barbie—who received my heart, his ambition and arrogance matched mine, so my heart replaced his, fusing with him! 【26】 And just now, you fully immersed yourself in war, truly began to savor its beauty, and truly aligned with the wrath and war I embody—so from now on, you… what the hell are you doing? Hey! Don't pull it off! Stop it! Get it off!"

And just now you were completely immersed in the war, beginning to truly enjoy the beauty of battle from within, truly aligning with the Wrath and War we represent; so from now on, you… what are you doing? Ouch! Don't pull it down! "Get it off right now!"

After trying to yank the horns twice and realizing they had grown as if they'd always been there, fused seamlessly 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 back at the three-hundred-meter-long blood trail behind him, and at the headless divine corpses bound and suspended by various instruments of torture, writhing helplessly; then at Leon himself—soaked in blood as if dipped in a pool, his clothes drenched in gore, his demonic aura blazing as if ready to burst from his body—Black Goat clicked his tongue, momentarily speechless.

I mean, honestly, with your purity, even if you were tossed into the deepest layer of the Abyss, you'd still rank among the top. You've got nothing to do with being "human"… but whatever. You're the boss, so you say what's what, fine~

At Leon's urgent urging, 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 once again, Emma understood what had happened and shouted to Leon:

"She's doing this on purpose! These corpses split off by the Books of Law are part of her power! The more you destroy, the more strength 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 contracted sharply; he spun around to look back.

Then he was stunned to realize that, from some unknown point, the staggering divine corpses in the valley had begun frenziedly attacking one another—though their power had been split too thinly and their physical strength was perfectly matched, the damage they inflicted on each other was minimal, rendering their brawling ineffective.

But after my charge and Black Goat's furious smashing, the divine corpses in the valley had fallen like wheat, clearing a vast area—over a third of them had been "killed" by me and Black Goat!

No! We must move faster!

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

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

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

(End of Chapter)