Chapter 502: A War of Evil God Proportions

Charlot asked, "Even if this plan is feasible, how am I supposed to send Eumibella up there?"

Juno was silent for a long time before finally speaking: "Why not ask Eumibella herself?"

Charlot suddenly lost the desire to engage with his teacher.

Ask her? Seriously?

And ask such an offensive question to an Evil God? Eumibella was far from benevolent. If provoked, she might just devour him on the spot.

Although Charlot still couldn't understand why Eumibella saw him as her husband, he was certain that he had no relationship with this divine entity.

Just like he had no connection with Amon.

The thought of Amon brought to mind the eerie "face" that the entity had just made at him...

Utterly horrifying.

Charlot maneuvered around Yishemierlen Palace, wielding the Flaming Lance with precision. He attacked different parts of the structure, trying to pinpoint a weakness. Yet, all his efforts were futile. The resurrected Evil God had no apparent flaws, with divine radiance encasing its body in an impenetrable defense.

After exhausting a round of attempts, Charlot plunged down into Yishemierlen Palace itself. Stowing away the Flaming Lance, he used his massive, transformed body to wreak havoc on the palace. Each time he destroyed a section, he hurled the debris toward the Radiant Holy Kingdom.

The Radiant Holy Kingdom accepted everything Charlot Mecklenburg threw at it, swallowing the fragments without hesitation.

Charlot knew Yishemierlen Palace, massive as a city, couldn't be dismantled in a short amount of time—even with his gigantic form spanning hundreds of pimi in height. Yet, he believed perseverance would yield results. If he could keep at it, eventually, he would reduce the entire palace to ruins.

Charlot refused to believe the resurrected Evil God could sustain itself without the palace.

From the moment Yishemierlen appeared, it wielded a trident, relentlessly attacking the Radiant Holy Kingdom. But once Charlot entered the fray, the entity's full attention shifted to him. Now it clutched the trident in reverse, stabbing ferociously beneath itself, though Charlot, quick as a fish, was impossible to catch.

The Radiant Holy Kingdom took advantage of the distraction, ramming into the palace repeatedly, breaking off fragments and remnants. Furious beyond measure, Yishemierlen launched counterattacks that sent debris flying from the Holy Kingdom.

In the endless black void, two colossal and distinct structures clashed: Yishemierlen Palace and the Radiant Holy Kingdom. Above Yishemierlen Palace loomed a giant ethereal form, brandishing a massive trident. The battle was apocalyptic, and when glimpsed from the real world, it appeared as if a legendary warship was locking horns with a floating palace. Under their devastating assaults, ship hulls, palace buildings, and towers crumbled, falling into the sea below.

This section of the ocean became a graveyard for all living creatures. Schools of fish surfaced with pale bellies, rapidly decaying. The once-vivid blue waters turned into an abyss of endless black.

Gareth Mecklenburg emerged from the water without a trace of emotion on his face. Watching the two titanic entities fight, he suddenly accelerated, swimming toward Yishemierlen Palace. With a leap, he landed on the palace formed from the remnants of the Evil God, stomping a piece of the fallen roof into the sea.

Thousands of meters above, Juno Arthur floated in the clouds with closed eyes, his consciousness extending into another dimension.

Compared to Gareth, Juno Arthur was closer to the divine realm. His proximity to the divine beings aboard the Radiant Holy Kingdom had granted him new insights into the nature of divinity. Thus, he was able to accomplish extraordinary feats.

Though engulfed by the endless black void, Juno was not hidden. Like Charlot, he had stepped into Yishemierlen Palace. However, unlike Charlot, he refrained from destruction, focusing instead on searching. Juno moved like a shadow, impervious to any obstacle, phasing through debris in pursuit of something buried deep within the palace.

Charlot uprooted a fountain with his bare hands and hurled it aside before continuing to search for other targets.

Beneath the uprooted fountain lay a pitch-black cavern. Juno's eyes lit up. Transforming into a faint crimson light, he darted downward, navigating the labyrinthine depths with uncanny familiarity. Before long, he discovered a massive, pulsating mass of flesh.

It had no discernible shape, just a gargantuan lump of dark red flesh, throbbing as though alive.

Juno lunged forward, and the enormous mass withered visibly, crumbling into dust-like fragments in mere moments.

Juno consumed the flesh and set off in a new direction, continuing his search.

The destruction of that lump of flesh caused a momentary hesitation in Yishemierlen. Sensing an opportunity, Charlot soared upward, the Flaming Lance materializing in his hands. He didn’t know if this was a chance, but there was no harm in attacking. He thrust the lance, striking a slightly uneven spot on Yishemierlen’s back.

The resurrected Evil God let out a monstrous shriek, clearly in pain.

Charlot was astonished to find that his strike had shattered the divine radiance protecting Yishemierlen. But before he could celebrate, an overwhelming tide of malevolent energy surged toward him, attempting to trap him. Reacting swiftly, Charlot twisted with all his might, tearing a massive hole in Yishemierlen’s enormous body before retreating.

A colossal hand descended from above, slamming into the spot Charlot had just attacked. But Charlot had already escaped, leaving Yishemierlen to strike its own body with a deafening crash.

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Returning to the Radiant Holy Kingdom, Charlot collapsed onto its deck, panting heavily. As he reverted to his human form, the five streams of Evil God power within him dissipated, leaving him drenched in exhaustion.

Even gazing upon an Evil God brought countless lingering aftereffects, let alone bearing the power of five. Charlot's body screamed in protest, warning of imminent collapse.

He activated Blood Glory over and over, trying to heal himself. He even attempted dozens of transformations into bloodflame form, hoping the process would mend his hidden injuries, but the results were negligible.

“Damn it! Am I going to die here?”

“No, I absolutely cannot die here!”

Determined, Charlot pushed himself to keep trying every secret technique Blood Glory offered. Yet his efforts to repair his body couldn’t outpace the rate of its deterioration.

Despair began to take root in his heart, but every time it arose, he ruthlessly crushed it, whispering a silent prayer:

“O you who traverse the River of Fate, master of mysteries and extraordinary rites, ruler of the Court of Destiny! I am willing to offer a fragment of destiny’s joy in exchange for a healthy body!”

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