Chapter 179: God Goes Mad, Heaven Runs with Blood

One could see that God no longer took the offensive, focusing entirely on defense, defending with all his might, giving the Feathered Serpent God no chance to force him into a perilous situation.

At the same time, God spoke.

"Feathered Serpent God, I truly do not wish to kill you. I had originally planned to take the offensive, wound you, and then suppress you in time to let you calm down, to prevent the gods from losing a powerful deity. But I misjudged your madness — you were willing to risk your life against mine just to kill me. If I want to suppress you, there's a chance that one careless slip and you'll kill me instead.

But if I choose not to suppress you, fists and feet have no eyes, and when the time comes the gods will lose a powerful deity. I truly am unwilling to do that, so I can only wait until your divine power is exhausted, and take the chance to suppress you while you're weak. Forgive me for using such a despicable method."

As he spoke, a look of unwillingness and heartache surfaced on the face bathed in holy light.

For the Feathered Serpent God's own good? Planning to subdue the Feathered Serpent God?

Hearing the meaning behind God's words, the whole world fell silent.

"Still talking about fists and feet having no eyes — isn't this just a roundabout way of bragging that he's stronger than the Feathered Serpent God? Damn." A netizen's mouth twitched fiercely.

Another netizen rolled their eyes: "To be able to use such a despicable method with such righteous conviction, such clear-headed detachment, it's simply... 【image: Jin Guanzhang laughing. jpg】"

Other netizens silently typed a line on their keyboards:

"Never seen such a shameless..."

Halfway through typing, they chose to delete it, afraid of God's retribution.

One must know that many netizens had previously cited God's history as examples, and it could basically be determined that God was petty. If God discovered someone online cursing him, the consequences...

Clearly, God's set of arguments — apart from believers and a portion of people — some chose not to believe.

The reason was none other than this: God had been wielding the Sword of God to desperately attack the Feathered Serpent God's vital points. No matter how you looked at it, that had nothing to do with mercy or well-intentioned subduing — it only looked like an attempt to kill.

Mexico was filled with sorrow and resentment.

God was too despicable — he meant to wear the Feathered Serpent God down to death.

The Feathered Serpent God was stronger than God, but couldn't withstand his injuries growing heavier and heavier, while God was on the defense, so killing him in a short time was also impossible. One could say the Feathered Serpent God's situation was extremely difficult.

"What a fine 'for my own good.'"

Rolling, mighty sound waves shook the void.

The Feathered Serpent God stared at God, divine radiance bursting from his massive body, lashing out like a whip sweeping through thousands of troops, hurling toward God.

This time God remained unmoved, no longer attacking, holding the Sword of God horizontally in front to meet and block the Feathered Serpent God.

A tremendous roar, like the clang of iron on an anvil, shook stars loose from the heavens.

The divine radiance scattered; God blocked the attack.

Afterward the Feathered Serpent God attacked several more times, but all were in vain. God simply did not attack at all, only defending single-mindedly, waiting for the Feathered Serpent God's divine power to be consumed.

This scene made Xiong Xiong and the others excited, and made Director Takahashi and his group sigh.

The situation was far too unfavorable for the Feathered Serpent God.

The only things the Feathered Serpent God could do: either keep attacking, hoping to kill God before his divine power ran out — but given God's rock-solid defense, that was extremely difficult.

Or stop burning divine power — but that wouldn't change the outcome, because without burning divine power, his combat strength would no longer be at its peak, and he would be even less able to defeat God; the result would be death.

Or simply wait for his divine power to burn out, and depart with a body full of glory.

There was almost no scenario that gave the Feathered Serpent God the advantage — he was at a disadvantage.

Watching the Feathered Serpent God once again charge at God with his body...

This time the Feathered Serpent God's attack was still powerful, but people understood it was all in vain — the previous attacks were the best proof.

"Feathered Serpent God, stop. Your injuries grow heavier and heavier, your divine power is nearly at its end, you have no chance of winning."

God set up his defensive formation, standing ready in solemn array for the Feathered Serpent God's attack.

However.

"Then let me see — whether you exhaust my divine power first, or I first slaughter your Heaven."

The Feathered Serpent God charged at God, but did not attack; brushing past him, he rushed straight toward the Gates of Heaven.

This scene stunned everyone.

The next moment.

The world erupted. Believers cursed loudly, many people's eyes gleamed, their spirits jolted.

"Feathered Serpent God!!!"

God roared fiercely, as if a floodgate had burst open, holy light flooding the starry sky, trying to stop the Feathered Serpent God. But the Feathered Serpent God paid no heed, his massive body whipping around to block God's interception, charging into Heaven, and at the moment of entry, he swung his serpent tail in passing.

Divine radiance blazed, dazzlingly brilliant, releasing a fierce, murderous divine aura. The serpent tail, wrapped in mountains of corpses and seas of blood, annihilated a third of the angelic legion.

BOOM!!

Pure white feathers fell like scattered blossoms, drifting and fluttering, mingling with angel blood across the Beimeizhou sky.

This was a peerless life-and-death struggle, and also a contest of wits,

The Feathered Serpent God had broken through the difficult situation, pulling it level, even tilting it in his own favor.

A scene impossible to forget for a lifetime appeared.

The worst fear of the several billion believers worldwide had come true.

The resplendent blue sky of Heaven, like a scroll painting set ablaze with fierce flames, crimson reflected everywhere, the inferno burning through.

Looking closely.

Shenshan collapsed, the magnificent holy temple lay in ruins, a scene of devastation everywhere — blood everywhere, corpses of Heaven's creatures everywhere. Angel corpses kept falling from the sky. Even Heaven's most sacred purity could not escape — a wasteland, the stone chair and cross shattered, as if foretelling Heaven's end, the ancient and glorious passing away.

Heaven runs with blood!!!!

In the mere instant the Feathered Serpent God charged through, the place hailed as the most beautiful in the world — beauty was no more, peace was no more, only a scene of terrible carnage remained.

At this moment, countless believers' eyes nearly split with rage, their eyeballs filled with blood vessels. The Yidazhu Sect and the Pope clutched their heads with both hands, roaring in disbelief — a feeling like a dream, a feeling of unwillingness to believe, a feeling of madness...

"Feathered Serpent God!!!"

God roared, his face no longer showing the slightest mercy, savage to the extreme, holy light all over his body burning like raging hellfire.

But just then.

"God, calm down. You've gone mad."

As he said these words, Quetzalcoatl did not hesitate in the slightest, turned around, and charged at God to kill him.

"F***!!! Quetzalcoatl, I'll kill you!!!!"

What answered Quetzalcoatl was God's furious cursing, along with a towering inferno of holy flame rage. The Sword of God also came cleaving down, holy light shattering Heaven.

Countless people stared in stunned disbelief.

The believers were dumbfounded.

Especially the Yidazhu Sect and the Pope—inside they too were cursing, F*** my God! Is this still God?

God's present terror and savagery formed a stark contrast with his mercy, leaving people in a daze.

At this moment, perhaps feeling he was old enough, had lived long enough and no longer feared death, Professor Beishan suddenly said out of nowhere: "A hypocrite I knew, once his false mask was torn off, looked exactly like this when he flew into a shameful rage."

Boom!!

Quetzalcoatl and God erupted in a massive clash.

No one had expected, no one had imagined, that one day Heaven would become the great battlefield of two divine myths.

Heaven grew even more shattered, and God's fury grew even greater.

As for Quetzalcoatl, his serpentine pupils remained as calm as ever, but he grew talkative, calmly throwing one sentence after another at God.

Listening carefully, weren't these words exactly the ones God had used earlier to persuade Quetzalcoatl? He was taking them verbatim and using them to persuade God, telling him to stop, telling him to calm down.

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