Lord of Mysterious Wizard-Chapter 1138 - 87: All Spirits’ Love Story

Capítulo 1138: Chapter 87: All Spirits’ Love Story

Tenisi is a Weak God, whose sole Authority is “Ugliness”. He takes pleasure in toying with beautiful lifeforms and is worshipped by ugly creatures as their Divine.

And at this moment, Tenisi more clearly perceived his divine essence.

That towering silhouette gazed at him with such disdain, as if he was the most hideous existence in this boundless mystery, utterly unacceptable to him.

Tenisi wanted to be angry, but his instincts stopped him.

He wished to burrow into the mire, at least to avoid being gazed at by that Great Existence in such a manner.

In his ears, he quickly heard the voice of that silhouette.

“The petty New God, it must be intentional.”

“Orien, this goddess who is so ugly she makes me flaccid is yours to deal with, she doesn’t deserve to fall by my Thunder Spear.”

“Boom”

Tenisi finally birthed Anger, not because the voice’s owner wanted to kill him.

But because of the extreme disdain in that voice and the manner of its handling.

Tenisi immediately recognized Cesar, not because he belonged to the All Spirits.

But from ancient times, he had been one of the many admirers of this “Great Existence”. It was not surprising, as many goddesses or “divine entities” keen on corporeal interactions admired Cesar, longing for a connection with this Sovereign.

If out of these bodily exchanges and acts of love, a crystal could be born, all the better.

But unlike other admirers, Tenisi was the Ugly Goddess, and he would never gain Cesar’s favor.

Even if he wanted to change camps, the Sky and Thunder God System would not accept him.

But he never expected the latter would kill him.

No, it wasn’t even Cesar himself who acted, those words foretold Tenisi would be slain by Orien, Cesar’s loyal subordinate, a Powerful God who wielded “Flames” and “Punishment”.

“No!”

Roaring, Tenisi’s body, composed of billions of twisted limbs, facial features, and flesh, like a massive black-green cloud, twisted around.

Yet those extremely ugly eyeballs saw no scene.

As he thought the scene from his soul’s depths was an illusion, unimaginable Pain swept through his soul.

He looked at himself, his Divine Body that gathered countless ugly flesh from the boundless mystery was being “dismembered”, an extremely cruel sight, yet appearing oddly harmonious upon him.

He seemed to see, within the Universe he was meant to devour, the beautiful creatures cheering, dancing with vitality, celebrating the indescribably grotesque presence from beyond the Universe leaving amidst painful wails.

He looked towards his dragged “Divine Realm”, where his believers, those born ugly or mutated into ugliness, had no escape when their worshiped Divine met harm.

Irresistible Flames and Punishment also descended upon them.

Tenisi did not attempt to resist, as he instantly lost such power.

He merely spun his countless eyeballs madly, stirring up what Divine Power remained in him, attempting to spot the Great silhouette, longing for a true, unshielded gaze upon that Great Existence.

But sadly, he was too weak.

As the “Ugly Goddess”, Tenisi could warp and twist millions of life forms with a single glance, turning them into ugly beings.

Almost all Demigods or some divine creatures could not resist his Divine Power.

But at this moment, he faced the attack of a Powerful God, even though Tenisi knew that Orien couldn’t have arrived in complete form, perhaps it was a high-level divine Projection Avatar that came.

Yet that would change nothing; in the surprise attack, the Divine Power of “Flames” and “Punishment” wielded by Orien directly obliterated his soul.

“I cannot make the judgment, Orien’s Avatar is also more powerful than I am, I am about to fall, my Divine Realm, believers, and all will be plundered.”

“But… I cannot just die like this.”

Tenisi struggled to resist the torment of Flames and Punishment, completely ignoring the pleas of his believers, offering no shelter.

He used all his power to search and gaze.

His numerous misshapen ugly eyeballs saw only scenes of other Weak Gods being attacked.

Including him, the eleven Evil Weak Gods nearly surrounded the Land of Light of Vina Del, that dark, nihility-filled Mysterious space was filled with frightening beings recklessly emitting radiation and pollution.

If nothing went wrong, Vina Del along with his Divine Realm would be torn apart by these eleven Hyenas.

Now, an accident occurred.

Nearing death, Tenisi saw nothing, yet the intense pain from his soul was a clear reminder.

Terror descended!

In the Dark, it seemed countless “Ghosts”, capable of shredding gods, emerged.

He watched Tonus, wielding the Authority of Jealousy, whose true Divine Body was like an out-of-control Fallen ancient giant beast, as his billions of blue-glowing tentacles stretched into an unknown Universe, still incomplete in devouring, when annihilating Thunder silently descended. The high positional divine suppression left Tonus powerless to resist.

He was severely wounded in that extremely brief moment.

Then, he slipped towards the abyss of Death. Despite attempting to flee the battlefield, more invisible “Ghosts” surged forth, beginning to deconstruct his body, Divine Realm, taking over those out-of-control believers, those divine resources.

Tenisi saw the Silver Chaos Goddess “Phibijia” again, whose form was an immensely large, pink chunk of Flesh, draped in an extravagant, soft Red Robe capable of enveloping an entire Universe. She bore numerous columnar appendages, along with a Big Mouth that continually opened and closed, lined with sharp teeth.

She intruded into a Universe filled with beautiful Life, attempting to claim it as her own, dragging the entire Universe directly into her Divine Realm.

Until the next moment, she was captured by a power of extreme brutality and bloodshed, forcibly compressed into a mass, and then crushed by an ancient and cold bronze chariot, covered in mottled colors.

Tenisi averted his gaze; he did not look at the fates of other Weak God partners like the “Aging Goddess Mud”, “God of Sloth, Yudosger”, “God of Corruption, Mimon”, because he knew without looking that their ends would not differ much from his own.

As the first Weak God to be attacked, he heard the voice of that Great Existence and realized something.

“Orien, who commands Flames and Punishment, and Detlers, who presides over War and Destruction, have descended.”

“The Sky and Thunder God System has intervened in the War… This was not supposed to happen; Destiny has encountered changes. We are Light may still fall… But we are about to die, in a manner to become nourishment for the Sky Thunder God System.”

Before his fall, Tenisi unexpectedly did not feel so Sorrowful.

He could hear the wails of other Weak Gods, their struggle, their cries of Anger.

But it was of no use, including Tenisi himself, they couldn’t even see where the enemies, who slaughtered and dismembered them, resided.

As if the “Intervener” of this War was indeed a pack of “Evil Spirits” savage enough to dismember Weak Gods?

Due to this change happening so quickly and covered by Light and Dream, the spectator All Spirits across distant Space-Time Barriers only knew that the war against the “We are Light” family by the Hyena Evil Gods seemed to have some deviation.

But they couldn’t lift the curtain, couldn’t see that horrifying scene of dismemberment and trampling of Evil Gods.

As one of the dismembered, Tenisi still did not resist much but strove to maintain himself from collapsing, chasing the perception deep within his heart, looking toward the forefront of the battlefield.

Finally, he saw that majestic figure he had formed an obsession over.

He remained shrouded in curtain and light, but because he erupted with Divinity, he momentarily broke free from Tang Qi’s cast “Truth Spell”.

Cesar!

His hand held the Thunder Spear, and his incomparably majestic figure with supreme might was faintly visible. What Tenisi saw was him ravaging the strongest of the eleven Weak Gods.

It was a “Monster” releasing deep Shadows, incredibly large, but that was just a shell, a facade.

On the thick and viscous black epidermis, innumerable Mysterious symbols were etched, each symbol represented an Epic, depicting a certain Civilization, a Species, or a Legendary Hero… but now, they were all distorting, Mutating, having completely lost their sacred solemn aura.

Inside the shell, there was a Monster of humanoid form.

It had a head with abstract features, cut from the center with bright red blood gushing out, its eye sockets were dark as nihility, and behind it were giant wings made purely of coagulated Blood, within lying countless distorted Shadows either holding their heads or curled like babies.

Its body and skin were withered, as if all nutrients were gone, heading toward merciless aging.

Its abdomen was split open, bloated, sticky red intestines entangled together, strangling a “baby” about nine meters high at the center.

Eerily, the baby’s face was laughing wildly.

It was precisely those sounds, transmitted even at a great distance, that polluted Tenisi’s soul, temporarily blocking the all-annihilating bright white Thunder.

Only, exceptionally briefly.

The Thunderbolt, as if extending from the branches of the “World Tree,” was enough to destroy the entire Universe, let alone just a normal All Spirit with a Camp shift.

Even at the last moment, the strangled “baby” suddenly shifted, its laughing face turning sorrowful, a more intense pollution of Divinity burst forth.

Tenisi was quite certain, if it was him facing “Epic, Tragicomedy, and the God of Decline Meriles” before their fall,

The most likely outcome was him being gravely wounded, then barely escaping.

Yet at that moment, the majestic figure Tenisi felt utmost Anger towards yet admired, merely let out a disdainful cold humph.

“Boom!”

The Thunder Spear, seemingly penetrating the Universe, completely pierced the dried-up, declining Monster Body in the next second.

Facing the pure, destructive Thunder God, the Fallen Evil God’s power and pollution were as insignificant as dust, easily swept away.

The God of Epic, Tragicomedy, and Decline Meriles let out Life’s first sound upon arriving in this World.

He wept, He died.

Almost at that same moment, Tenisi also sensed his own Death.

He suddenly let go of his resentment towards Cesar, even though being burned by Flames and dismembered by Punishment due to Cesar.

Yet inexplicably, in the final moment before his fall, he still maintained his admiration for Cesar.

“Take it, my Authority, my Divine Realm, my believers, everything of mine belongs to the Great Lord of Sky and Thunder…”

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