223: Chapter 223 The Three Main Gods! The Fallen Tyrant and His Authority

The flames of the deep blue ever-burning lamps were still spreading.

Chen Du looked up, staring intently at the hundred-meter stone wall.

The mural didn't just feature the shadow giant in the center.

As the lamplight ignited in sequence, the images on the left and right wings of the stone wall slowly emerged.

Left wing.

A giant python, woven from countless golden gears and chains, was perched in the sky.

Every scale on the python's body was engraved with dense runes, forming a giant net that covered heaven and earth.

Right wing.

A giant blood-red vertical eye floated above the churning deep sea.

Countless tentacles extended from the pupil, entwining sunken ships and distorted human figures.

Chen Du's pupils contracted sharply.

The vertical eye in the right-wing mural...

...was exactly the same as the one that had been peeping at them from the sky just now.

"You see it now, don't you?"

7411 was being strangled by shadow chains, looking extremely pathetic.

But at this moment, he stopped struggling, his voice carrying an exhausted sense of resignation.

"The three pillars of this world are all on this wall."

"The snake on the left is the Heavenly Dao. All the rules, systems, missions, and punishments you players follow are its products."

"It's not a god; it's more like a self-operating super machine."

"The eye on the right..."

7411 clearly swallowed hard. "The god of fear. The true master of the Sea of Despair. All the anomalies you encounter at sea are its projections."

Xia Mo's hand unconsciously tightened around her hilt.

Sea of Despair.

That crimson sea area that had claimed the lives of countless classmates.

That hell that almost kept her forever in the cold depths.

So it turned out such a behemoth was standing behind it.

"What about the middle?"

Chen Du's voice was very calm.

7411 turned his head to look at the black phantom standing on a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood in the center of the mural.

"The Tyrant."

When those two words left his mouth, all the ever-burning lamps in the hall flickered in unison.

It was as if the name itself carried some unspeakable weight.

"The Heavenly Dao controls the rules, the god of fear controls the sea, and the Tyrant... controls the continent."

7411 took a deep breath, his speech quickening.

"These three were the original masters of this survival world. A tripod of power, not interfering with each other."

"The Heavenly Dao is responsible for creating the game, the god of fear is responsible for filtering out the weak, and the Tyrant is responsible for ruling all living beings who step onto the land."

"But the balance was broken."

Chen Du's gaze shifted to the lower part of the mural.

The images there began to turn gruesome.

The shadow giant opened its bloody maw, one hand choking the golden python's vital spot, while the other hand tore at the golden scales on its body.

"The Tyrant wanted to devour the rules of the Heavenly Dao?" Xia Mo softly stated the conclusion.

7411 nodded with a bitter smile.

"Exactly. It wasn't satisfied with just ruling the continent; it wanted to devour the rule-power of the Heavenly Dao and become the only... Supreme One."

At the very end of the mural.

Chen Du saw the ending.

That blood-red vertical eye and the golden python were entangled, with countless tentacles and chains simultaneously piercing through the shadow giant's body.

The Tyrant's body was crumbling.

Countless black fragments fell like a meteor shower onto the Black Continent below.

7411's voice became very soft: "The god of fear and the Heavenly Dao joined forces."

"Two beings who had been wary of each other for countless eons reached a consensus at that moment—the Tyrant must die."

"In the end... it perished, its path destroyed."

"The godhead shattered into thousands of fragments, scattered in every corner of the Black Continent."

The hall fell into a deathly silence.

Chen Du stood still.

But the shadow at his feet was trembling violently.

Not from fear.

But from resonance.

Buzz—

Deep in his mind, a series of information exploded like a chain of bombs.

Tyrants Gaze, King of Shadows?!

...And the [sacrifice notebook], nothing is undevourable!

When the Heavenly Dao sent down the lightning punishment, he had endured it for a full half-minute before the punishment dissipated first!

When the god of fear's mental pollution swept in, his shadow umbrella forcibly cut off the connection!

Every ability he had acquired along the way pointed to the same source.

Chen Du's breathing hitched for a beat.

Then.

He smiled.

"So..."

Chen Du lowered his head, looking at his open palm.

Shadow Power seeped spontaneously from between his fingers like flowing black mercury.

"All these things on me are the legacy left by that 'Tyrant'?"

7411 was startled by his reaction.

"You... you're actually smiling?"

"Do you have any idea what this means?! The Tyrant was a being strangled by the joint forces of two Main Gods! Carrying its authority means you're destined to die in the future!"

7411 struggled to stand up, his voice nearly a scream.

"The Heavenly Dao will restart the cleansing program! The god of fear will personally hunt you down! And there are other evil gods who came just to collect the Tyrant's godhead fragments!"

"You've basically offended all the top powers in this world at the same time! You're finished!"

After hearing this, Chen Du pulled a new Huazi cigarette from his pocket.

Click.

The lighter's flame flickered twice in the dim hall.

He took a deep drag and exhaled a thick cloud of white mist.

"Finished?"

"I've already endured the Heavenly Dao's lightning punishment."

"I've also shaken off the gaze of the god of fear."

"And the Mechanical Divine Court's outpost was just crushed into scrap metal by me."

He crushed the cigarette butt under his foot and looked back at 7411.

"You say I'm finished?"

"I think the ones who are finished are them!"

"You... you're simply audacious!"

7411 was completely speechless.

The gaze of the man before him overlapped with the black phantom roaring at the sky in the mural.

Xia Mo, standing aside, had quietly listened to everything.

She stepped forward and naturally leaned into Chen Du's arms.

"So you are the new Tyrant."

It wasn't a question.

It was a statement.

Chen Du looked down at the girl in his arms, reaching out to brush away the stray hairs on her forehead.

"The name 'Tyrant' is too ugly."

"But since the throne is empty, there's no harm in sitting on it."

Just then, the terminal on his wrist vibrated.

Chen Du casually opened the World Channel.

The channel was already in a complete uproar.

[Holy crap, holy crap! Did anyone see that? Some maniac just drove a mobile fortress into the Old God's Forbidden Zone and even pushed back the pollution of the Sea of Despair!!]

[That's fake, right? Who can push back the Sea of Despair's pollution? Everyone who saw that eye has logged off!]

[It's true! A three-hundred-meter steel beast literally plowed its way out of the blood-colored domain! Ship number 0819!]

[0819?! Isn't that the freak who soloed the Crimson Port boss? Is it God Du?!]

[Someone who can withstand the gaze of the Sea of Despair and escape unscathed shouldn't exist!]

God Du!

This name began to flood the channel.

Chen Du closed the channel panel with a sneer.

"Interesting..."

"Ah!"

7411 suddenly let out a startled cry.

The panel on his wrist was flashing a piercing red light frantically.

Dense alarm codes poured down the screen like a waterfall.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Du narrowed his eyes.

7411's face was as white as a sheet.

"Your entry into the ruins just now triggered spatial fluctuations! The Mechanical Divine Court... the main legion of the Mechanical Divine Court has intercepted the coordinates!"

He looked up, his voice trembling.

"Three full-strength legions are... right above the canyon!"

Just as he finished speaking.

A dull explosion came from overhead, and the entire hall began to shake violently.

Rubble fell from the ceiling, and the flames of the ever-burning lamps were blown askew by the air currents.

Chen Du gripped his bone gold cleaver, the shadow beneath him churning frantically.

He looked back at the mural.

In the mural, the Tyrant was roaring at the sky!

Chen Du turned his head back, his mouth splitting into a grin.

"Perfect. For a new Tyrant's debut, there needs to be someone to warm up the stage, doesn't there!"