94: The authority of the God of Darkness! ?
The Old Man of Destruction’s fingers clenched suddenly, and the Godshard Fragment in his ring instantly burst forth with dazzling crimson light.
In an instant, all the glass windows of the coffee shop were covered in fine cracks.
However, the next moment, his movements abruptly ceased—
Because he discovered, in horror, that he was unable to move an inch.
Unbeknownst to him, the Lord of Deception had silently appeared beside him, his hand gently resting on the Old Man of Destruction's shoulder, a friendly and harmless smile on his face:
“Don’t be so agitated, old man. We come with utmost sincerity.”
The Old Man of Destruction’s pupils suddenly contracted.
He hadn't even noticed how the other party had approached!
What alarmed him even more was that the power within his body seemed to have solidified, making it impossible to even perform the most basic spell.
“What… what exactly do you want?” For the first time, a tremor ran through his voice.
The Lord of Deception slowly stood up, his black trench coat fluttering without a breeze.
He walked to the window, his gaze fixed on the surging tide of insects in the distance:
“It’s quite simple. We hope you can join us and collectively activate this Critical Point.”
“In exchange…” He turned to look at the Old Man of Destruction, a strange six-pointed star pattern appearing in his eyes,
“We can help you activate a Doomsday-level Critical Point.”
He added in a light tone, “See, how fair is this deal? You help us activate one, and we help you activate one.”
The Old Man of Destruction’s breathing quickened, his chest beneath the grey robe heaving violently, indicating the intense fluctuations within him.
“Doomsday-level…” His hoarse voice could not hide the fervent desire,
“Can you truly do it?”
Upon hearing this, the Lord of Deception smiled slightly, released his hand from the Old Man of Destruction’s shoulder, and sat back down in his chair, elegantly crossing his legs:
“Of course. After all, the one outside controlling that eerie green energy vortex is the Lord of the Underworld, one of our Nine Monarchs!”
The Old Man of Destruction’s gaze passed through the coffee shop window, looking out at the vast, eerie green energy vortex that overshadowed the distant sea.
At this moment, the Lord of the Underworld had completely unleashed the power of his Ghost Mask, and the entire sky had been twisted into a giant, demonic face.
A moment later, the Old Man of Destruction retracted his gaze, refocusing on the Lord of Deception, a meaningful smile appearing at the corner of his mouth:
“We can become subordinates of your organization, but on one condition—you must first prove that you can indeed activate that Doomsday-level Critical Point.”
“Before that, there’s no way we’ll submit to your control.”
After hearing the Old Man of Destruction’s words, the Lord of Deception suddenly erupted into a chilling burst of laughter.
His laughter echoed through the coffee shop for a long time, shaking the paintings off the walls and causing glass items to shatter one after another.
“How interesting, truly interesting!” The Lord of Deception wiped away the tears brought on by his laughter,
“Old man, do you think you’re haggling in a market?”
The Lord of Corruption slowly stood up, and the light within the entire coffee shop became distorted.
Her shadow rapidly expanded on the wall, eventually transforming into a terrifying figure with six pairs of inverted wings.
“Listen well, old man.” The Lord of Corruption’s voice suddenly became incredibly clear, each word piercing into the Old Man of Destruction’s mind like a nail,
“Either accept our terms, or I will personally act and utterly destroy your so-called World-Destroying Organization.”
The Old Man of Destruction’s grey robe fluttered without a breeze, and the Godshard Fragment ring on his finger suddenly shone with dazzling crimson light.
The air in the coffee shop instantly solidified, and all glass objects simultaneously turned to dust.
“Even if I can’t defeat you, I will try to bite off a piece of flesh.” The old man’s hoarse voice carried a chilling killing intent,
“Let this old man witness the capabilities of the Calamity Court—”
Before he could finish speaking, the Lord of Deception suddenly snapped his fingers.
“Snap!”
The Old Man of Destruction’s movements came to an abrupt halt.
He watched in horror as his right hand began to melt—the ring embedded with the Godshard Fragment had actually burrowed into his flesh like a living thing.
And the moment he looked up, he saw that the Lord of Deception held the exact same ring in his hand.
At this moment, the ring in his own hand had transformed into a bloodthirsty monster, frantically devouring nearly half of his vital energy.
“When did this happen…?” The old man staggered backward, the sound of bones dislocating coming from beneath his grey robe.
The Lord of Corruption stepped forward, her bare ankles treading on the glass-strewn floor, yet she remained three feet above the ground, as if walking normally.
“Just helping you recognize reality.” She reached out and pressed down on the old man’s trembling shoulder,
“Now, let’s renegotiate the terms.”
The Old Man of Destruction suddenly let out an inhuman shriek, and his entire grey robe instantly exploded.
What was revealed in the air was a body covered in stitches, with a pure black Godshard Fragment embedded in its chest.
At the same time, an Evil Spirit filled with wickedness and chaos was gradually awakening from behind him.
“How dare you—”
Before he could finish speaking, the Lord of Corruption unhesitatingly reached out and firmly grasped the Old Man of Destruction’s not-yet-fully-awakened Evil Spirit.
In that instant, a strange and inky black energy, like thick ink, burst forth from that seemingly ordinary hand, rapidly enveloping the entire Evil Spirit.
Facing this overwhelming power, the Evil Spirit was utterly defenseless. With a loud “bang,” the Evil Spirit was torn apart, scattering into countless black fragments.
Witnessing all of this, the Old Man of Destruction’s pupils constricted, his eyes wide, his face filled with shock and disbelief.
However, before he could react, the Lord of Corruption’s other hand struck with lightning speed.
This hand possessed a completely different quality from the previous one; it exuded a pure and flawless sacred light, as if an angel had descended to the human world, solemn and divine.
This Holy Light Hand precisely targeted the pure black Godshard Fragment in the Old Man of Destruction’s chest.
Upon sensing the threat, the Godshard Fragment instantly erupted with monstrous dark power, like a furious beast, opening its massive maw to devour everything around it.
However, the Lord of Corruption’s Holy Light Hand remained unaffected; the light it emitted was as scorching and dazzling as the sun, easily neutralizing the endless darkness.
Under this powerful holy light suppression, the Godshard Fragment’s resistance appeared pale and weak.
Ultimately, the Lord of Corruption effortlessly extracted the Godshard Fragment from the Old Man of Destruction’s chest.
The Old Man of Destruction cried out in pain, a bloody gaping hole instantly appearing in his chest.
He stumbled backward, knocking over several coffee tables, and finally collapsed heavily onto the floor.
“This… this is impossible…” He tremblingly raised his hand, staring at the black blood continuously gushing from his chest, and the Evil Spirit that had just been destroyed, his voice filled with despair.
“This is an Evil Spirit I obtained at a World-Destroying Critical Point. Even a Doomsday-level expert would need a bitter struggle to eliminate it.”
“How could it be destroyed so easily?”
“And… ”
“How can you contend with the power of a god?”
The Lord of Deception gently toyed with the stolen ring, then leisurely walked to the old man’s front:
“It seems we can finally have a calm discussion now, can’t we?”
The Lord of Corruption gazed at the pure black, ink-like Godshard Fragment in her hand, a strange glint flashing in her eyes:
“How surprising… This is actually a fragment that controls the authority of ‘Darkness’.”
The Old Man of Destruction struggled to get up, but suddenly froze upon hearing this.
What was this situation?
The existence of the Godshard Fragment was something only he knew, let alone this particular piece symbolizing the authority of Darkness.
But the person before him could actually recognize it at a glance. Could it be that the other party was also a worshipper of the God of Darkness?
However, this thought was immediately dismissed by himself.
If she were a follower of the God of Darkness, how could she exude such a pure and sacred aura?
But things seemed not so simple.
The other power that woman had used earlier was clearly also derived from darkness.
Before the Old Man of Destruction could sort out his thoughts, he was horrified to realize that his Life force was rapidly fading at an alarming rate.