Whispering Verse

"God is coming! There are other good gods in the Sixth Age!"

Someone at the long dining table said something, but everyone was forced to look away from the figure at the end of the street. This was also not something that mortals could look at.

The huge silver moon disk hangs high above the head, and the blood mist sweeps in again. The gods at the end of the long dining table and the gods at the end of the road look into the distance in this long night.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, with the blood-colored light and the silver moon's light intertwining with each other. The ground was shaking, the wind was roaring, and even the world itself seemed to be uneasy.

"Silver Moon!"

A gentle voice sounded from the hearts of everyone present who could still maintain consciousness. The divine hand pointed to the sky under the silver moonlight, and bright traces of light lit up from the fingertips. In an instant, the sacred radiance dispersed the blood of at least half of the city. fog.

He walked along the road towards the mansion, the silver moonlight trailing behind him seemed to be permanently imprinted on the space.

A huge shadow of flesh and blood hung high in the sky, and the twisted and huge body roared. The flesh and blood trembled, clusters of dirty blood dripped around the mansion, the blood mist surged in again, and black thunder crackled from time to time at the intersection of silver light and blood-colored light.

The blood-clothed saint at the end of the long table held a knife and fork. With a slight flick, the knife in his hand flew out from the hole in the wall.

The white-robed god walked on the road without stopping, and a silver giant sword flashing with sacred light emerged from beside him, and then rushed straight into the sky. The giant sword cut off the table knife and then flew towards the mansion. But around the mansion, a blood-colored hemispherical transparent barrier appeared silently, and then silently swallowed up the silver giant sword that seemed to be able to split everything.

The god was still walking towards the mansion, and above his head, the silver moon, which had opened a big hole in the blood mist, seemed to be getting closer and closer.

The strange silence lasted for a moment, and soon people realized that the silver moon did not seem to be approaching.

It grew bigger and bigger, until the silver moon covered the sky. The silver moon wheel fell from the sky, slowly and heavily, carrying huge wind pressure and potential energy, and collided with the transparent blood-colored barrier wrapped around the mansion. (Note)

Boom~

The explosion sound at that moment swept the blood mist and dust, and swept towards the city like a shock wave.

The ground was shaking, and even the tableware and long table at the Blood Banquet on the third floor of the mansion were shaking.

The sound of breaking glass almost pierced the eardrums of everyone present. The blood-colored barrier dented, and then disintegrated piece by piece, and large drops of blood fell to the ground. The falling silver moon summoned by the gods also turned into dots of light at the same time, scattering into light spots and surrounding the mansion.

Shade took a deep breath. The power brought by the burning of divinity was not all. At this moment, he was not even sure that he was still himself. The lifting of his soul allowed him to see more, but at the same time he also understood what his opponent was.

Even though the God who descended into the material world was very human, He was not human. In the eyes, the filthy flesh and blood that swallowed up the entire mansion is the true form of the saint.

The silver giant sword and the summoned meteor can only be regarded as a superficial confrontation between the two. Their power levels are not much different, but the problem is that Shade only has one drop of divinity, and one third of it has been burned away at this moment.

The falling silver moon gave him the upper hand temporarily. At the moment when the confinement of space was relaxed, his body disappeared under the silver moonlight.

Dots of silver light traces finally entered the blood feast on the third floor from the holes in the wall. In the light traces, the figure of the god in white robes appeared again.

The blood-clothed saint had no reaction, so Shade followed the instructions he received from the distant past, pulled out the chair directly opposite him and at the other end of the dining table, and sat down.

The two gods stared at each other across the long table. The mortals closed their eyes and trembled, hoping that they would become smaller at this moment. Even if you close your eyes tightly, you can still know that the two giant creatures are looking at each other. Even if you close your eyes tightly, you can't escape the whispers in your ears and the two weird songs intertwined.

After a moment, a gentle and extremely solemn voice appeared in everyone's heart again.

"Can you leave?"

"The meal is not enough."

This was another sound, like the sound of slippery flesh being dragged against the ground, or like the whisper of evil spirits in the grave.

An empty golden bowl appeared in front of Shade, but he shook his head and did not throw anything into the bowl.

A card appears between your fingers. Only when you touch this card in this state can you feel that it really doesn't have much power, but it does hide a trace of the ancient god's essential power.

Following the prompts given by Miss Feliana, He injected divine power into it

Everything is impermanent and balanced.

The divine radiance floated on the cards. Shade waved his fingers and threw the cards onto the table. In the dark golden color, a huge scale appeared on the playing cards and on the table. One side pointed to the [Lord of the Blood Feast] in red formal attire, and the other side pointed to Shade in white robes.

Iluna Bayas suddenly opened her right eye.

The ancient and sacred aura appears with the balance, making it even more difficult for mortals who already feel bad to stay awake. But Iluna Beas felt that the luster of the scales directly restored her condition completely.

She was able to open her eyes and see the contents of the cards on the table. Then, One Eye looked at the god whose body was emitting holy white light.

Two silver eyeballs flew out of the sleeves of the white robe and fell into the end of the dark golden scale pointed at him. The silver eyeballs caused the scales above the cards to press down and tilt towards Shade:

"Leave."

A dark golden luster covered the tabletop from the scale, the blood mist became lighter, and the bloody light was suppressed.

The two eyes are evil eyes [greedy silver], and Shade regards these as a meal for the opposite evil god to respond to his "insufficient meal". Even if they are relics, the two eyes will definitely not be able to meet each other's requirements, but the scales summoned from [Origin·Balance] represent the power of balancing the ancient gods. Shade, who manipulates the balance through divinity, believes that this is a fair transaction, so the balance tilts towards him, and the essence of "balance" suppresses the [Lord of the Blood Feast].

This is the key to victory given by the world's most powerful witch who lived five thousand years ago.

"not enough."

Thick and slippery sounds came from all directions. Even if it was suppressed, He was still not satisfied with just the meal of these two eyes.

The bloody light spread towards Shade again, and the luster swallowed up the holy silver light around him. But suddenly there was a whistle, and the "Gluttony" rune appeared on the god's forehead. The stone mask was pressed on his face by the white-robed saint, and the relic [the other face] was instantly shattered.

But then, the same bloody light on Shade's body lit up. The power of gluttony originating from the [Lord of the Blood Feast] is entangled with the power of the relics after divinity was sublimated. A huge stone ghost-faced shadow entwined with silver and blood-colored light appeared on his side, swallowing the incoming blood light with a wide mouth.

The stone ghost's face shattered, and golden traces of light gathered from Sha De's hand bit by bit. In a brief confrontation, he unexpectedly swallowed a drop of divinity. But this kind of thing can only be done once by relying on the suppression of the ancient god's power, because there is almost no difference in power between the two parties, and the other party is the real god after all.

Divinity integrated into himself, Shade hesitated, reached out and took off his left eye, the eyeball fell into the scale, and his eye grew again. This price is meaningless. What He paid was only a body that could be regenerated. But the special form of existence means that Shad Hamilton's body is the body of God, and the removed eyeball is part of God's body, which constitutes a more powerful price.

"Leave."

In the bloody banquet hall, a dark golden scale floated quietly above the table. Three eyeballs tilted the balance even further in Shade's direction. The dark golden light suppressed the real owner of this blood feast in a more powerful manner.

The saint put down the knife and fork in his hand and looked at the dark golden scale:

"not enough!"

Deep and twisted blood surged up on the saint's body, but was once again suppressed by the ancient god's scale.

The white-robed god reached out and wanted to pick out his left eye again, but the blood-robed saint stopped him. The body of the saint's flesh squirmed uneasily above the mansion, and the blood mist that had not been dispersed by the light of the silver moon gathered back. He was accumulating strength:

"not enough!"

The collision of chaotic energy and rules almost caused the mortals present to collapse, but the silver moon was protecting them and everyone here. [Lord of the Blood Feast] wanted to fight to the death, Shade said softly:

"Take the ancient god's judge as evidence. Let's fight here. The injured will leave."

Shade can keep picking out eyeballs, even if it's a hundred, it doesn't matter, but to suppress the power of the saint, he still relies on the scale controlled by the divinity, and he can't hold on if he continues. And He knows that Shade can continue to suppress Him with the Golden Scale, so he will never refuse this kind of proposal that can be ended quickly:

"Can."

The dark golden scales hung high above the blood feast table, and the white-robed god and the red-robed saint slapped the table at the same time.

The long table disappeared on the third floor of the mansion, and then suddenly appeared above Tobesk under the night sky. The night wind made the white tablecloth rustle, and the mortals around the long table felt the warm wind of midsummer. (Note)

The surrounding blood mist was misty, and the silver moon appeared all around. Below him was the unusually quiet Tobesk, and the light of the gas lamp was dotted in the blood.

The howling night wind blew on the faces of the mortals. For a moment while the gods gathered their strength, their pressure finally eased some. They could feel that the location at this moment was no longer indoors, but still only Iluna Beas could open her eyes.

At both ends of the suspended dining table under the moonlit night, the two gods stared at each other.

Iluna saw a seductive red halo emerging on the body of the blood-clothed saint, and saw a huge flesh-and-blood shadow appearing from the other side of the space, gradually overlapping with the saint's position.

Iluna saw that the silvery white light was getting weaker and weaker on the white-robed god. He pushed away the chair and stood up.

The white-robed god stood in the night sky, the silver moon wheel stayed quietly behind him, and [Origination·Silver Moon] appeared in his hand.