287: Many gods, many paths

“A mere Mortal dares to injure me!”

The Goddess of Light looked at Ning Haocheng with towering rage in her eyes.

Deities were inherently above Mortals.

Now, she had been injured by a Mortal, which would absolutely make her a laughingstock in the Divine Realm.

New grudges and old hatreds combined.

Ning Haocheng, this person, must die today!

The Goddess of Light took out a staff filled with the aura of light. The Light Holy Sword had suddenly departed for some unknown reason.

However,

this staff was also a Divine Artifact.

Nevertheless, this Light Staff was only a Lower Divine Artifact, far inferior to the main Divine Artifact, the Light Holy Sword.

“You can block one of my moves, but can you block a second? Die!”

Gathering Divine Power, she cast a Divine Spell.

Boom!

The Goddess of Light was like a scorching sun in the sky, its intense light blinding people.

The next moment, countless light-rain fell.

The covered area was extremely wide, with the Elf Forest completely enveloped within it.

Robert, who had miraculously survived, clutched his chest and watched the falling light-rain, shouting at the Goddess of Light with a face full of disbelief.

“What are you doing? We are your most loyal believers, why are you attacking us too!”

The Goddess of Light was like a madwoman.

“Most loyal believers? Since you are my most loyal believers, then just wait to die obediently.

As long as you all die, no one will know what happened today, and I will still be the high and mighty Goddess in the Divine Realm… ”

Crack!

Something seemed to shatter in Robert’s heart.

He looked up and cursed at the Goddess of Light: “If I am fortunate enough to survive today, I will make your actions known to the world, letting everyone see your ugly side.”

The Goddess of Light’s face twisted.

It was bad enough that Ning Haocheng, this Mortal, dared to defy her; now another Mortal had appeared, openly challenging her…

“You won’t have the chance, and not only that, you will be labeled a heretic, while I will still be the pure and flawless Goddess of Light in people’s hearts!”

“Die!”

The light-rain suddenly fell. Robert raised his sword to block, but not everyone could be like Ning Haocheng, able to resist a deity with a Mortal body.

Robert quickly fell into a pool of blood, his breath weak, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

A sensation of falling.

In his blurry vision, a pair of very familiar boots appeared.

“Duke Robert, want to join? The Great Love Alliance of Heaven and Earth, its leader is the Great Love Heavenly Venerate, also known as Heavenly Venerate Chu!”

“You bastard!”

Robert suddenly erupted, pinning the extremely annoying fellow in front of him to the ground, his hands tightly gripping his neck.

“Pope Tranmo, it’s all you! It’s all because of you, you made us believe in that malicious god, causing the Imperial army to be completely annihilated, and now you still want to harm me! I’ll strangle you!”

“Duke Robert, I understand your feelings, but, what if I told you, I can help you become King!”

“I…” Robert’s hands, which were choking Pope Tranmo, slowly loosened. At the same time, he was astonished by his own condition.

He was clearly on the verge of death, with only one breath left, but why now…

Pope Tranmo threw two things at him.

Robert caught them and looked, dumbfounded.

“Medicinal Pills, three a day, can speed up your recovery. Pray nine times a day to the Goddess of Life statue; it can save your life in times of crisis.”

“You… didn’t you believe in the Goddess of Light? But why, why do you have a statue of the Goddess of Life on you?”

“More gods, more paths. Worship any god, believing in more is always good. Just like now, hasn’t the role of this Goddess of Life statue come into play?”

Pope Tranmo waved his hand at him, signaling Duke Robert to slowly figure out the way to worship gods himself, while he himself ran to another spot, pulled out a statue of the God of Light, and began to pray.

“Oh, great God of Light! Your most loyal believer reports to you that the Goddess of Light is running amok here with your Light Holy Sword, hacking at everyone she sees… Ah, yes, that’s right, my coordinates here are…”

Robert felt his worldview.

It collapsed!

This guy is the most loyal believer? I have no doubt he’ll pull out another deity’s statue in a moment…

“Oh, great Good God King! I report that the God of Light and the Goddess of Light are causing trouble in the Lower Realm, using billions of living beings as sacrifices to reforge the Light Holy Sword… Yes, that’s right, it’s quite tragic… Our address here is…”

“Oh, great Evil God King! The Good God King has left the Divine Realm to apprehend the God of Light in the Lower Realm… Yes, yes, now is the best time to launch a surprise attack…”

“…”

After Pope Tranmo finished praying.

Robert’s jaw had dropped to the ground.

“No, Pope Pope Tranmo, just how many deities do you believe in?”

Pope Tranmo patted Robert’s shoulder and said encouragingly: “I believe in all of them whose names I can recall! If you become a god one day, I’ll believe in you too!”

Robert was struck as if by lightning.

If he became a god, he would definitely deal with this guy in front of him first.

With such a believer around.

He wouldn’t even sleep soundly.

Soon, he shook his head again.

“Me, becoming a god? How is that possible? No one in the Lower Realm can become a god anymore, unless…”

His eyes suddenly widened, looking at Pope Tranmo in front of him.

Pope Tranmo nodded at him, signaling him to continue.

Robert’s throat was dry, his heart pounding, and an extremely unreal thought emerged from the bottom of his heart.

The Divine Realm, I’m afraid, is about to be in chaos!

And the root of the turmoil was the person in front of him!

Pope Tranmo smiled and spoke rebellious words.

“If those old geezers in the Divine Realm don’t die, no one in the Lower Realm will ever be able to become a god!”

“Robert! They have been in that position for too long, they have been high and mighty for too long, it’s time to pull them down from the altar.”

At this point, Pope Tranmo paused, a meaningful smile appearing on his face.

“To achieve godhood from being a mere Mortal, yet then to block the Dao for other Mortals to become gods.

What do you think they did it for?”

Robert’s heart was about to leap out.

Every word here was like a needle, deeply piercing his heart.

At this moment, he did not answer.

Because the person in front of him would give the most essential answer, resolving the confusion in his heart.

“Resources are limited; to possess these resources, the number of those who enjoy them must be reduced! Therefore, for Mortals to become gods will become extremely difficult!

However.

Below the Divine Realm, there are countless continents.

There are always extraordinary Geniuses who, through their own methods, open up a brand new path to godhood.

And these Geniuses, who assume they will have boundless prospects after entering the Divine Realm, will instead find another abyss awaiting them.

Those ancient existences will not allow these new gods to break the rules they have set, and what lies before these new gods are only two paths.

Either pledge allegiance to the ancient gods and become their pawns, their resources, or be eliminated as pests.”

“In all of this, whether it’s the gods who claim to be righteous or the evil gods who lead people astray, their essence is the same: to plunder more resources to sustain themselves.”

“There is no good or evil in divine wars; there is only the issue of redistributing benefits, so you don’t need to bear too much psychological pressure!”

His shoulder was patted again by a warm hand, and Duke Robert suddenly felt a sense of clarity, as if the clouds had parted to reveal the sun.

But.

He always felt something was not quite right, yet he couldn’t pinpoint what it was.