Chapter 463

Offending the Gods' Alliance and still doing quite well—definitely not a weakling.

This father-son pair's fate is quite interesting, taken from the game series *God of War*: one is the Spartan demigod hunk Kratos, who in the game tore apart the Greek pantheon with his bare hands.

The other is Kratos's son, named Atreus, nickname Bertie, whose true identity is Loki from Norse mythology.

By the way, that kid on Kratos's shoulder is already eighteen this year, shrunk due to the influence of fate fragments.

Belonging to the type of fate holder greatly affected by fate fragments.

"The blood of fate holders is the same too." Li Xuelai said.

"... Let's wait until we're truly out of danger before talking." The man directly called Kratos said.

Many fate holders simply take the name of their fate's original owner—when the original owner lacks obvious physical weaknesses that would make them a target.

"Actually, I think we can hide." Li Xuelai said.

They are now heading toward the place where power surged earlier; perhaps they can end everything there, but it also means danger.

"If you can completely save my son, I don't mind." Kratos said.

"Alright." Li Xuelai shrugged; she was merely trying to prevent Atreus's condition from worsening—under these circumstances, she couldn't truly revive him.

"You'll surely meet my companions there; since you already have a grudge against the Gods' Alliance, why not join our Wulin Mythology?" Li Xuelai said.

Recruiting members!

Kratos said: "I heard Wulin Mythology doesn't only recruit those who practice Chinese martial arts?"

"... Listen to what the Gods' Alliance says?" Li Xuelai snapped, "My fate is Frankenstein—do you think I'd practice Chinese martial arts?"

"Oh, so that's it!"

Kratos suddenly realized—turns out the Gods' Alliance had been spreading false information all along.

He was foolish to believe it, thinking Wulin Mythology was an exclusive, closed-off organization.

Li Xuelai looked at Kratos, who displayed the full demeanor of an illiterate father, and helplessly shook her head.

But precisely because of this, it better demonstrates their formidable strength.

No brains, yet still living freely and unrestrained—why? Simply because they're strong.

Oh, of course, it could also be due to the guidance of their wise "God of War son" beside them.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a thunderous roar came from the direction they were heading.

"They're fighting!" Kratos reacted quickly, immediately charging over.

Li Xuelai followed closely behind.

Upon arrival, they saw three divine-demonic wanderers engaged in fierce combat—two attacking one, the surroundings in utter chaos.

No beastmen were seen nearby interfering—either none were originally present, or they had been cleared out beforehand by the two.

Another divine-demonic wanderer lay nearby, alive or dead unknown.

"Ares!"

Kratos saw in the battling pair that the one with the numerical advantage had a ferocious visage, roared, and shoved his son to the ground.

He drew the two short blades chained together from his back and lunged forward.

War God Ares, one of the Twelve Chief Gods of the Gods' Alliance, whose fate matches his name.

But this fate holder differs from the mythological Ares—violent, bloodthirsty, war-loving, and somewhat brainless.

This person's nature is deeply sinister and deceitful, like a venomous snake.

Kratos's son became this way after being ambushed by Ares.

Seeing his enemy, Kratos said nothing and immediately attacked, too lazy to care who his opponent was.

The one currently opposing Ares is precisely a divine-demonic wanderer from Wulin Mythology.

The two had exhausted most of their strength while eliminating the black beastmen, and the surrounding glazed flames had already been used up.

While traveling toward Master Xuanzang, they were ambushed.

One was Ares; the other hid in a black robe, concealing form and appearance, but whose strength was also at the level of the Twelve Chief Gods.

The remaining divine-demonic wanderer struggled to hold on, fortunately reinforced by sudden reinforcements.

The enemy's enemy is a friend.

"Let's retreat first." The man hidden in the black robe said, showing no desire to prolong the fight.

Three against two.

"Good." Ares glanced at Kratos, snorted coldly, and both figures vanished simultaneously.

Kratos's Chaos Blade swung empty; he gripped the chains with both hands, sweeping sideways, but only sliced through empty air, failing to catch them.

"Ares!" Kratos roared to the heavens, yet it had no effect.

"Again like this!" said the Wulin Mythology divine-demonic wanderer.

This Gods' Alliance group, using some unknown method, can come and go freely, vanishing at will.

They've gained considerable advantage in this environment where black beastmen run rampant.

Although Wulin Mythology gained Tang Luo's enhancement, they've been constantly fighting to quickly eliminate the black beastmen.

Due to this reciprocal gain and loss, their several encounters ended in defeat.

Originally, Wulin Mythology intended to disrupt the Gods' Alliance's operations, but ended up with the situation reversed.

"All right?" Li Xuelai walked over and asked.

"I'm fine; the Sword God is gravely wounded—hurry, take him to the master!" the man said.

Sword God, one of the true sword-wielders among the Wulin Mythology Seven Swords, whose fate is Nie Zheng, a historical figure, and far stronger than his historical counterpart.

A swordsmanship expert, with formidable strength.

"Master, you mean Master Xuanzang?" Li Xuelai blinked, "That Tang Xuanzang who can regenerate flesh from white bone, resurrect the dead, and perform the Enlightenment Technique?"

"That powerful?" Kratos came over, and just like that, his son was saved!

Sounds much more reliable than that unreliable Frankenstein.

"Didn't you see when you rushed out? Stop the nonsense, take the Sword God, he's over there, hurry up!"

"Oh, oh." Li Xuelai ran to the Sword God's side, one hand easily lifting the severely wounded and unconscious Sword God, running toward where Tang Luo was.

Kratos then looked at that man: "Need help?"

This person was also badly injured.

"Thank you." The man Kratos brought along caught up with Li Xuelai.

As for Atreus, Kratos had long since hoisted him back onto his shoulder.

"This is..."

When several people arrived at the place, they found the situation there had completely changed.

A constantly surging expanse, from which black beast-men emerged, a "lake" replaced a large area of ground.

In the middle of the black lake, waves surged.

Those black beast-men turned into raging torrents, wave after wave charging toward Tang Luo, who sat cross-legged inside, surrounded by faint golden flames.

Upon touching the flames, these beast-men turned into black smoke.

But their numbers were many, making Tang Luo look like a small boat tossed in the waves, constantly in danger of capsizing.

And possibly because he attracted most of the "hatred."

Around the black lake, however, it was instead a piece of calm, with no black beast-men present.

Instead, many divine and demonic wanderers had gathered.

They basically split into three factions.

One side was the members of the Martial Arts Myth, only a few people, with some members still on their way.

One side was the faction formed by the union of many divine and demonic wanderers—not really a faction, just constantly merging during battles and travel, temporarily gathered together.

The most numerous, with over fifty people.

The other side was several black-clothed people, also accompanied by over twenty divine and demonic wanderers, namely the Gods' Alliance.

Everyone stared at Tang Luo in the black lake.

Li Xuelai and the others naturally joined the Martial Arts Myth faction, adding reinforcements to this side.

But compared to the other two sides, they still looked somewhat shabby.

"Hehehe..."

A mocking laugh, on the Gods' Alliance side, two more black-robed people appeared.

Exactly Ares and the unknown person who had fought the Sword God earlier.

A full eight black-robed people, similar to the Martial Arts Myth situation, not winning by numbers, taking the elite path, also bringing along some divine and demonic wanderers, probably temporarily recruited "lackeys."

After all, this is Bei Ou, the territory of Western divine and demonic wanderers.

In the divine and demonic game, the opposition between Eastern and Western divine and demonic wanderers is commonplace.

In the third faction, some people also gradually joined the Gods' Alliance.

Those eight no longer hid their heads and showed their tails, revealing their true forms, their aura soaring to the heavens, announcing their existence, and also their strength!

"War God Ares, demi-god Achilles, sun god Apollo, three-headed dog Cerberus, light god Baldur..."

Someone on the Martial Arts Myth side spoke out the identities of five of them.

Confirmed to be members of the Twelve Main Gods, also notable figures on the Martial Arts Myth list.

The other three, then, were unfamiliar faces.

"It's you, Loki!" Kratos recognized one of them, "Surely it's you causing trouble!"

Anger flared, and he also understood how these guys managed to appear and disappear mysteriously.

"My honor." The man who fought side by side with War God Ares bowed, this was a man with black hair, a sinister smile, and a somewhat gloomy face.

His fate was Loki, the trickster god of Norse mythology.

The other two, then, truly no one recognized.

The eight's aura soared to the heavens, in comparison, making the Martial Arts Myth side look like a group of defeated remnants, plus the wounded.

If it weren't for Tang Xuanzang in the black lake shocking the whole scene, the Gods' Alliance would probably have already attacked.

"Amitabha."

A Buddhist chant rang out, Tang Luo in the black tide opened his closed eyes, scanning the whole scene.

His gaze was calm, letting no one detect the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Only seen, he opened his clasped hands before his chest, one hand extended, lightly lifted.

A warm light appeared out of nowhere, falling on several wounded of the Martial Arts Myth, also including Atreus on Kratos's shoulder.

The wounds of several people began to recover at a visible speed.

But, someone in the Martial Arts Myth slightly changed expression.

No way!

Master Xuanzang's enlightenment takes effect quickly, good effect, healing wounds always takes just an instant, now it actually takes time?

After a full minute, the light dissipated, Tang Luo slowly withdrew his hand, looking at everyone and said: "Benefactors, are you here for the corrupt blood?"

If observational skills were sharp enough, one would notice his surrounding flames seemed to sway slightly, not as steady as before.

And when he withdrew his hand, there was also a barely perceptible tremor.

"He's injured!"

"He's forcing himself!"

"His injury is probably not light!"

Several people from the Divine Alliance exchanged a subtle glance, seeing the conclusion they had each reached.

"If we came for the mission, each person only needs to obtain a portion of the corrupt blood, disperse the excess corrupt blood, and the mission can be completed."

Tang Luo continued, "The poor monk has already suppressed most of the power of the corrupt blood; you need not worry and may act freely."

"A spent force!"

Many people had the same thought arise in their hearts.

The monk seated cross-legged in the black lake, resembling an immortal or Buddha, is already a spent force!