Chapter 377

A circular ring appeared above Ang's head, and a pair of balance arms extended from his hands.

"&￥*# Holy Scale of Equality!" The God of Arbitration cursed for the first time since becoming a god, then swiftly leapt backward.

Endless light radiated from Ang's body, illuminating the entire consciousness space—the Light of Annihilation.

The bloated, hungry giant dissolved rapidly under the intense light.

The brilliant light faded; the consciousness space was now utterly clean, the shadow giant gone too, leaving only Ang and the pile of things he had manifested.

Everyone landed on the divine core's orb; the Dragon God stomped the wave-like surface and said: "Such a powerful divine core—thankfully it has no self-awareness, or neither Arbitration nor any of us could have done anything in this consciousness space."

Naturally, no one answered—it was all manifested by Ang, unless Ang had a habit of talking to himself.

The only tiny spirit not manifested by Ang drifted out from his body, reached out a small hand, and poked Ang: "Aowu~" Then pointed at the orb beneath his feet.

"Aow?" Ang asked, puzzled.

The tiny spirit plopped onto the orb's surface, slowly sinking in, then reemerged after a while, mouth wide open as it let out a massive burp.

The Dragon God chimed in: "It wants to stay here and eat this divine core."

Ang nodded.

…

Outside the divine core, everyone was pacing anxiously; Negril muttered: "Why hasn't he come out yet? Why hasn't he come out yet? Has something happened?"

"Something definitely happened—haven't you noticed the divine core has become much more active? With its energy level, even a slight surge makes even a senior cultivator uncomfortable," Anthony said, worried.

"What do we do?" Negril asked anxiously; the divine core's energy level was extremely high, and thankfully it had no autonomous will, or else it would've been on the same tier as the Undying King.

No matter how Ang transformed, he could never withstand such a level of power—he could only hope the tiny spirit's high affinity for energy would let the divine core accept him.

But even if it didn't reject him, a dragon rolling over could still crush countless little lambs.

"I should've never let him go in—he's never faced an enemy alone before, what if he has no experience?" Negril lamented.

No one dared agree; after exchanging uneasy glances, Anthony said with a strange expression: "The senior's combat experience is extremely rich—far richer than yours."

Negril's reputation as a combat incompetent was universally acknowledged—he couldn't beat anyone, and whenever he wasn't yammering, Ang handled everything perfectly, with tactics even Anthony marveled at.

So if Ang seemed inexperienced, it was definitely because Negril had screwed him over.

Was that true? Was that true? His gaze shifted to Du Luo and the others; everyone wore the same expression. Fine—he was the weakest in everyone's eyes.

Negril stubbornly insisted: "That's not his experience—that's the Dragon God's experience, learned through bloodline inheritance when he transformed into the Dragon God."

Everyone scoffed: "If you can learn it, it becomes yours. You have bloodline inheritance too—why are you so weak?"

Kill shot. Negril had no reply; he flew off to sulk.

Aside from sulking and waiting, there seemed no better option; Du Luo changed the subject: "Waiting like this won't work—why don't you go back and handle matters in Bright City first?"

Anthony sighed: "I don't even understand what's happening to the senior—how can I possibly care about Bright City? And without the senior, I can't break through its defenses anyway…"

As he spoke, Anthony suddenly tensed, listening intently; after a moment, he said with a strange expression: "Bright City has begun chanting prayers—it sounds like hundreds of thousands are praying together."

As he spoke, intense light streamed through the cracks of the iron sphere binding the divine core.

Anthony leaned closer and exclaimed: "A wave of faith? A faith surge? Is this because of the collective prayer in Bright City? What's happening?"

"Quick, contact your spies in the city and find out what's going on—don't tell me you didn't plant anyone in Bright City," Negril stopped sulking and flew over to ask.

"How could I not?!" Anthony felt insulted and raised his voice: "At least two hundred of the thousand clerics are mine, but they were all affected by the Fear Sacrifice—I couldn't reach them before. Let me try again."

Anthony pulled out a communicator and mumbled into it; soon, an ecstatic voice replied: "Miracle! A miracle! Just now, the gods descended a miracle, dispelling fear and saving everyone!"

Everyone's hearts skipped a beat—a miracle? A miracle descending upon Bright City? Was this the work of the Arbitration God?

"What miracle?" Anthony hurriedly asked.

"Redemption—some people saw the Goddess of Redemption in a daze, and their wounds healed instantly," came the voice.

Redemption Goddess? Everyone's faces twisted with strange expressions; they turned to the corner where the tiny female slave-like Redemption Goddess stood—she'd been useless in battle, so she'd come back too.

The Redemption Goddess blinked her innocent big eyes and smiled.

"Anything else? Any other miracles?" Anthony pressed on.

"Yes yes yes, too many! Some people got a sprout of elf bean in their hands, others' bald heads grew hair, someone claimed to hear the Whisper of the God of Wealth teaching them how to make money, someone even got handsomer—it's miraculous, a miracle from the gods!"

The voice in the communicator was ecstatic, almost distorted.

Anthony's jaw dropped; he finally understood—his greatest fear had been resolved by the senior?

Good heavens—the senior entered the divine core and yet triggered a miracle across the main plane—what divine technique is this?

"The gods have returned, Anthony! The gods have returned!" The communicator continued with excited cries.

Anthony instantly felt dread—his planted agents were showing signs of renewed fanaticism?

"Wait, wait—among the Bright City gods, is there one who makes people handsomer? One who regrows hair? One who is the God of Wealth? One who gives out food?" Anthony rushed to ask.

"Huh?" The ecstatic voice cut off abruptly.

"Who unleashed the Fear Sacrifice? Was it the Arbitration God? The one who wanted to sacrifice you was the Arbitration God—the Fear Sacrifice was his miracle! These gods who make you handsome, regrow your hair, and make you rich—I went and got them back to save you, you idiots!" Anthony roared.