Chapter 212: Kill Me

Su Lin held a bottle of 96-degree Life Water in one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other, waving them toward that direction in response.

"What exactly did you do to Him before?" Kleine felt his Faceless Man nearly slipping.

Su Lin thought for a moment, then replied with a calm expression:

"Nothing much. We just exchanged views on materialism and discussed whether streetlamps in Ruin and other kingdoms could be decorated with ornaments."

A God of Light and an Ancient Sun God discussing materialism—next you two will pick up sickles and hammers to smash the Fallen Mother God. You're just one person short of forming a group… never mind, I can't think any further.

After mentally muttering a few curses, Kleine slapped his own forehead; his spiritual warning urged him to stop thinking further.

He had just tested the edge of River Crab's territory.

Still, it was fortunate that a half-Primordial had also appeared on our side—this greatly increased our chances; at least holding off an incomplete Fallen Mother God was no longer an issue.

The only concern was that both Amon and Adam's ascension speeds had surpassed their original fates.

Kleine planned to travel to other worlds to perform his ascension ritual after this matter ended; otherwise, as a Sequence Two angel, he would suffer greatly facing Amon and Adam.

Adam withdrew his gaze and looked toward the Dark Egg; he saw the embryo forming within, and solemnly spoke in a low tone:

"I am One, and I am All; I am the Beginning, and I am the End."

His eyes suddenly turned illusory; around him emerged an ocean seemingly containing every color and every possibility.

A blazing sun rose slowly from the ocean; on either side of Him, storm and Lei Ting intertwined, while the Bai Ta, symbol of wisdom, stood towering into the clouds.

Sensing the external threat, the embryo—representing all corruption, all decay, yet bursting with life—began emitting deafening heartbeats.

Boom!

Boom-boom!

The heartbeat grew faster; the massive egg floating in midair became smooth and gleaming black; the forests, soil, and monsters within the Land of the Divine Abandoned withered rapidly into endless yellow sand.

The Fallen Mother God extracted all her millennia of pollution, along with those malformed lives, accelerating "Her" birth.

Adam did not wait—he expanded into a colossal luminous figure capable of supporting heaven and earth, raised his finger toward the pitch-black "egg," and solemnly declared:

"Let there be light!"

Instantly, the entire Land of the Divine Abandoned blazed with light; no secrecy, no darkness remained—not even night existed anymore.

The false starry sky faded; countless indescribably terrifying giant faces pressed against the transparent, cracked barrier, silently observing the changes.

They too waited for an opportunity, for the Land of the Divine Abandoned was the closest place to the sealed Primordials of the Western Continent.

Through this light, a patch of radiance appeared at the egg's location, enveloping the entity on the verge of birth.

At that moment, all saw the creature within the Dark Egg: it bore a female silhouette, but had no facial features; its palms and toes were fused together like a mass of flesh, undivided.

Kleine, seeing this, felt a faint psychic shock; his controlled Puppet showed signs of aberration.

Su Lin quickly raised his hand and cast advanced Light spells upon him, stabilizing Kleine. Even an Angel-level being was affected—this was the position of a Primordial.

The radiant light forcefully pierced the darkness, dissolving all impurities; after Su Lin's Genesis light faded, the Land of the Divine Abandoned welcomed the Eternal Daylight.

The surging waves of the Chaos Sea rose from the Bottomless Abyss, forming a giant who opened his mouth, ready to swallow the quiet, sleeping Primordial awaiting birth.

But this silence lasted only a second—swish! —a series of bloody gashes appeared on the faceless female's face within the Dark Egg, as if her flesh had been torn apart.

The gashes writhed, peeling skin outward; dozens of crimson-pupiled eyes appeared, scanning all directions; the sclerae of these eyes were black.

With the Fallen Mother God's awakening, the brilliant white light dimmed slightly; whether the Primordial had originally carried the Fallen Mother God or vice versa, the crimson light and darkness fused completely, becoming a dark red blood hue.

She was a demon god born from boundless hell; when She awoke, the apocalypse arrived.

From Her center, dim light spilled forth; countless lives were born—from moonlight, from yellow sand, from broken stones—and returned to Her body as bloodlight.

Adam watched all this calmly, unsurprised; two half-Primordial beings began their tug-of-war, while the four divine-level entities present launched attacks, attempting to erode the Fallen Mother God's power.

Pure white light, accompanied by calamity's Lei Ting, struck the Fallen Mother God at extreme speed; these two forces, like those of the Chaos Sea, were nearly impossible to convert—the light contained ultimate order, yielding low returns when transformed, while the power of the City of Calamity also stemmed from Primordials; the only things that could be converted were the successive rock spears.

But an error occurred: those rock spears not only failed to convert but also eroded the Fallen Mother God's power at an even greater efficiency.

Several eyes on the gentle female face turned, fixing on the rock spears, analyzing their essence.

As expected, they were not pure Rock God power; each dense, rain-like spear carried a single Mr. Error—Amon!

All the Amons simultaneously raised their right hands, gently clenching them, solemnly creating one "Error" after another.

These rock spears pierced the Fallen Mother God's domain before the pure, radiant light or the crimson calamity thunder.

Amon met the gaze of those eyes and laughed:

"Do you believe in Holy Light?"

Every Amon on every spear pinched the single eyepatch over his right eye socket; the countless single eyepatches suddenly blazed with pure, unadulterated Holy Light.

Though Amon could not reach Su Lin's level, and these were merely basic spells, his divine position and the power of Error allowed a powerful order force—unlike the chaotic, low-level logic of madness—to manifest on a second divine being!

This power was the perfect antithesis to impurity, corruption, and darkness.

Struck by the sudden assault, several eyes on the Fallen Mother God's face burst, spilling blood down her face.

But quickly, more eyes grew on Her body; as these eyes emerged, new life formed within the countless Amons.

Su Lin, watching this, quickly retreated, hurling spears of light from afar.

The Amons showed no panic; they merely lifted their single eyepatches, and the lifeforms within them also donned single eyepatches, becoming His avatars.

Now, as a dual-path Amon, He was stronger than ordinary deities; with Adam restraining the Fallen Mother God, He was not overly concerned by Her tactics.

Kleine did not stand idle; on the Gray Mist above, he did everything he could—he drew the Sequence One Unusual Servant's characteristic, and using the Source Fortress, granted Gray Mist to everyone except Amon and Adam.

Then, he drew the "Wish Lamp" provided by Bernadette and made a wish to the Lamp Genie.

【No flesh or spirit regeneration permitted in this place!】

Finally, holding the Star Staff, he continuously manipulated Puppets to swap positions at the battlefield's edge; at each new position, he used the Star Staff to simulate Lu Mingfei, Su Lin, and Senior Senior Zhongli.

Multiple Heavenly Stars, Heavenly Gates, Heavenly Calamities—the immense power of the Star Staff as a Level 0 Relic was fully revealed!

If one could visualize a unique ability or a person in their mind, the staff would reproduce that ability and that person; the latter could launch one attack. To achieve this, sufficient understanding of the ability and the person was required.

Thanks to his unique "Inter-Divine Relations" ability, this condition was easily met.

Under the assault of a half-Primordial, four deities, and the kite tactics of the Source Fortress's favored, the Fallen Mother God's initial surge of momentum was quickly suppressed; Su Lin's side gained increasing advantage.

If this stalemate continued, it wouldn't be long before the Fallen Mother God suffered defeat.

Miss Kelaien's nerves were taut, his eyes fixed intently on the changes on the battlefield.

As He made his third wish to replenish his spirituality, the influence brought by the Fallen Mother God completely vanished, and the body He wore was successively scoured by two different kinds of light—one from Adam, the other from Su Lin and Amon.

The flames and Lei Ting that followed coiled around His body like snakes, and a long spear, curved like a branch, pierced the position of His heart across the distance of time and space.

Victory and defeat had been decided.

Inside the grand palace above the gray fog, watching the Fallen Mother God's body collapsing, Miss Kelaien finally relaxed, his spirit body leaning back in the long-backed chair as his back slowly slid down.

"This time it should really be over, I don't believe He still has a third transformation." Miss Kelaien controlled his marionette and chuckled, but the moment his words fell, everyone looked at him with rather strange gazes.

"You know what?" Su Lin pointed at the sky and said, "I really want to sew your mouth shut."

Miss Kelaien suddenly raised his head to look at the sky, only to see the crimson moon in the sky had completely vanished, replaced by a dark moon, its edges still crimson-red, forming an outline to distinguish itself from the night.

Miss Kelaien fell silent, using the Staff of the Stars to eliminate the mouth of his marionette.

Although that body was still collapsing—because the flesh and blood and spirit upon it had suffered devastating blows, and its Sefirah was suppressed by the primordial sea—only the Fallen Mother God's aura had disappeared.

The Initial Will within Him not only did not dissipate along with the Fallen Mother God's body, but instead seeped out viscous black liquid from within that bird's-nest-like Sefirah.

Drip.

Drip.

Those droplets did not fall from the air to the ground, but instead vanished in the void, yet crisp sounds of splashing water rang out.

"Has the Fallen Mother God gone mad!?" Su Lin stared in disbelief at the Fallen Mother God undergoing her third transformation—does she have to go this hard!? I haven't even flipped the table yet and you're already making your move?

The greatly dimmed colossal figure of the Ancient Sun God let out a soft sigh and spoke again:

"Let there be light!"

The speed of that drop-by-drop falling pitch-black viscous liquid, and even the melting Sefirah, slowed down, but did not stop.

Adam stepped forward, his massive figure vanishing, and arriving near the battlefield he said to everyone:

"He hasn't gone mad. The awakening of the Initial will certainly drive the awakened part of Him completely mad, but more of Him has not yet come alive."

"Even if the Initial begins to aggregate, as long as He waits for the Initial's next split before awakening, He won't be affected at all."

"Time happens to be the Consumable He is least lacking in."

"While we still can, let's leave the Land of the Gods' Abandonment."

Su Lin gazed at the black moon in the sky. Although there was also the factor of Him not being cautious enough, ever since coming to this world he had been fundamentally at odds with the Fallen Mother God.

An original Old One whose standing was originally at the pillar level—even if incomplete—the Initial that awakened within Him would absolutely be the most terrifying monster, more dreadful than any Beyonder who had lost control.

Although the awakened Initial would certainly collapse in the end, they very likely wouldn't be able to hold on and would collapse first.

Su Lin asked in the chat group: "Given the present situation, is there any rich brother who can tip me a few strands of Primordial Violet Energy to prove your strength?"

Well, Su Lin didn't expect the group friends to have this thing at the current stage either. Without Adam having to speak, he had already made up his mind to prepare to run.

He arrived near the iron-black Wang Zuo where Senior Zhongli was sealed, while sliding through the system shop with his mind, preparing to ask Adam whether he could purge the mixed pollution of "Initial" and "Fallen Mother God" within Senior Zhongli.

If Adam couldn't do it, then there was only one option—spend a wave and get going.

"Senior Zhongli, to save you I charged in here with blade raised. After we get back this time, you have to treat me to a big meal!" Su Lin said to Senior Zhongli on the iron-black Wang Zuo.

"Thank you, Su Lin." Senior Zhongli had a smile at the corner of his mouth and said gently, "Once we return to Liyue this time, I will host a banquet at the Xinyue Restaurant."

Su Lin was stunned for a moment and said, "But I'm a Mondstadter."

"Then let's call Barbatos along." Senior Zhongli maintained his smile.

The fine hairs on Su Lin's body stood on end, because he was neither a Liyue person nor a Mondstadt person—why should he go back to Liyue!?

"Dodge!" Miss Kelaien shouted.

But before he could speak, Adam and Lu Mingfei had already moved first.

A pitch-black rock spear stopped three inches in front of Su Lin's brow. Red flames appeared from the void, burning away this long spear wrapped in pitch-black viscous liquid from the spear tip's position. Lu Mingfei transformed into a towering flame dragon, his ferocious dragon head staring intently ahead.

And behind Su Lin, Adam held with one hand that twisted, winding, branch-like Spear of Destiny, the spear tip aimed precisely at Su Lin.

Su Lin's eyes widened as he turned into a stream of light and fled into mid-air. And on the iron-black Wang Zuo, the golden long spear that had pierced Senior Zhongli's chest was covered in black blood vessels. This blood vessel emerged from a hidden state, and an eyeball appeared at the spear's tail, turning left and right as it stared.

Countless whispers and various eerie and mysterious symbols surged around Senior Zhongli, whose form had originally been normal. One slippery, slippery, and sinister tentacle after another darted out from beneath the iron-black Wang Zuo, coiling around Senior Zhongli, yet Senior Zhongli still maintained his earlier expression.

As if reality had been tampered with, Senior Zhongli's face, still bearing a smile at the corner of his mouth, blurred into a stream of information, and finally flickered like an old television set.

On the Wang Zuo, the handsome man with light-brown hair and gilded eyes had already vanished.

The black formal attire transformed into writhing golden flesh-and-blood creatures, the hem of the robe swaying with purple-black sinister tentacles, and at the chest, a giant golden eye with a black vertical pupil ferociously surveyed its surroundings.

His entire being transformed into a humanoid shadow as dark as the cosmos. At the position where his head had been, within the profound darkness only a golden star remained, turning within. A dim golden Wang Guan had, at some unknown moment, clamped itself onto his head.

"Senior Zhongli" raised that sharp palm which had become a black shadow, and a dark-gold "Tiansheng" wrapped in pitch-black viscous liquid emerged—unlike before, it resembled an abstract sun scrawled out.

His magnetic and gentle voice rang out: "I'm fine, Su Lin, just some minor pollution."

Su Lin did not answer; he only saw a message from Senior Zhongli in the group chat.

Senior Zhongli: "Kill me."

End of chapter.