Chapter 120: The Slaughter

"Too much slaughter is ultimately not a good thing; in fact, it's a danger to us. What we want is not a fragmented world," Long Ji said. "This world operates under a monarchical system. We just need to become the next Alchemist Emperor; there's no need for excessive killing of commoners."

Without realizing it, over the years, they had gradually integrated into the native population.

They had been on this land for nearly a century. Their cultivation speed was incredibly fast, and they had all reached the level of a Sixth-Tier Legendary Wizard. Yet, they all remembered their original mission to this world: now, whoever could master the power of the Evil God would control the world.

"You say I've killed too much?"

Yamada smiled. "Ten thousand? A hundred thousand? I've killed so many I no longer remember. You've always called me disgusting, a butcher, someone who delights in killing. Yes, you all have your pride, and the power behind you is enough to support that pride, helping you develop your inherent strengths. Bell's terrifying might, your ingenious close combat – each of you has developed your own unique wizardry system, to the point of forming your own schools. But I am different."

"Compared to me, you are truly fortunate."

Yamada sighed, his voice hoarse. "My family was held hostage. I couldn't possess the spirit of a samurai. In the eyes of the researchers at the institute, I was unstable. They didn't trust my individual strength; they wanted me to abandon swordsmanship and follow the path they laid out for me: to build a great tomb, to kill countless people if necessary, to win at all costs, and even to sacrifice my dignity and dress as a woman."

"You didn't come to complain, did you?" Long Ji said.

"Let's join forces! The five of us have already gathered ninety percent of the body parts, enough to reassemble most of the Evil God. Then we'll go kill Medusa." Yamada chuckled. "If she becomes a god, we'll all die. Once we eliminate this threat, there will be no one left in the world to challenge us, and then we can compete amongst ourselves."

A flicker of pity crossed Long Ji's face. "Hm? A five-nation coalition invading the witches – is that the advice from your institute?"

"I knew you wouldn't agree." Yamada neither confirmed nor denied it, continuing, "I've already informed the others; you're the last. However, we need to make a pledge of allegiance."

"What kind of pledge?" Long Ji asked.

Yamada slowly stood up. "Killing you will remove your country's right to compete. After all, the entry point to this world is in your country, open only to players from your nation. That's too much of a geographical advantage for you!"

"You!"

Long Ji abruptly stood up, but before he could speak...

Yamada suddenly opened a magic box, as if opening an incredibly foul-smelling door of flesh. Segmented, writhing serpents of flesh erupted wildly, covering everything as a heavy, bloody stench spread.

Inside the bar, commoners, bards, and drinking wizards suddenly exploded. Dark red blood covered the entire floor, walls, bar counter, and ground.

Countless small red hounds swarmed out, beginning to carry away bodies, emitting sickening hisses.

Boom!!!

A crimson light shot skyward.

The wooden chairs in the bar collapsed into splinters. Rotting severed limbs and blood clots were quickly carried away, and bodies began to pile up into small mountains. A massive, blood-red, writhing tombstone burst through the bar's roof and rapidly rose from the earth.

"You..."

Long Ji's expression changed to one of shock.

"Not him... it's us."

The next second, the bar's cellar suddenly exploded, and a terrifying stitched-together giant, wielding a meat hook, slowly emerged. "In this other-world game, five players are still too many. We'll reduce your numbers, and then the four of us can compete."

"It's an Evil God!"

"My heavens!!"

"The Night of the Heavenly Witches, just as expected..."

Ahh!!

The entire street instantly scattered with people, screaming, yelling, and filled with terror.

"I never thought... I would become the fuse for this world's volcanic eruption." Long Ji's expression shifted dramatically, and he quickly revealed his true form.

*Whish.*

His skin, scales, and clothes rapidly peeled away, transforming him into a scarecrow-like figure made of bright red, tightly bound muscle fibers.

He had collected various organ parts but had not assembled them onto himself. Instead, he had purely and completely formed a humanoid shape using his "muscle populations." He controlled the populations on his body to cultivate; his main body was now a Sixth-Tier Wizard, and each individual muscle was a First-Tier Wizard.

Rumble!

His bright red muscles quickly swelled, forming dark red tumors, as if he were a three-meter tall monstrosity clad in muscle armor.

Immediately after, various magical arts began to emanate from his skin: the life-elemental magic of the Spring Witch, the life ripples of Emperor Armine, interspersed with explosive fire-elemental psychic magic. These empowered him as he slowly adopted a starting stance for an ancient martial art.

Boom!!!

Vast grey clouds churned above the town.

The sky seemed oppressed. Under the sympathetic resonance of their auras, the entire dim yellow sky appeared to be caught in a dense, spiderweb-like network of cracks.

"My God, that stitched-up monster of flesh, wielding a meat hook and a butcher knife, is Nyarlathotep, 'The Crawling Chaos'!"

People in the town ran wildly, wailing.

Shouting, despairing, women holding their children frantically ran out of buildings.

"There's no mistake! That tombstone death army belongs to Shub-Niggurath, 'The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young'! Our town is going to become a land of catastrophe..."

"We're finished! That tiny human figure has also revealed his true Evil God form! He is Nyogtha, 'The Nameless Mist,' an Evil God hidden among the people!"

Rumble!

The three terrifying, grotesque, and bloody Evil Gods clashed instantly.

Above, the sky began to transform due to the pervasive psychic energy, intertwining wildly into old grey, jet black, and dark red hues.

"Indeed, our Church Tribunal members tracked them and found them gathering here; something big is definitely happening." Elsewhere underground, Linda, the Saintess of the Church of Light, looked worried. A book whispered, "Thankfully, we also secretly disassembled the parts and brought them here for reassembly."

Boom!

Suddenly, a cellar in a town exploded, and a terrifying, colossal giant slowly rose, stomping on the remains of the warehouse from which he had burst forth with just one foot.

"Monsters have appeared; how can Tiga not be here?"

A booming laugh echoed. "You red-named players are all fierce! But the four of us surviving players, combined, can still take one of you on! It's finally our turn to strike back!"

On the ground, countless people were fleeing frantically.

Their throats parched, they looked up at the terrifying giant. "What a day!! Another Evil God! That foolish, unrestrained, booming laugh — there's no mistaking it. It's Azathoth, the Blind Idiot God."

Long Ji was momentarily stunned, realizing that the four ordinary players had also arrived.

Over countless years, these four had long been unable to conceal their identities. The Church of Light had also been exposed, but the four of them had been constantly evading capture, making them hard to find. Their combined fighting strength was no weaker than any red-named player, making them extremely troublesome.

"Hey, red-named player over there!"

The giant suddenly roared in Chinese, "You're surrounded! Two against one, you definitely can't win. I know you still have a conscience; come join our side! Two against two, we might not lose! If we take care of these two and seize their parts, the other two will be doomed. Then you'll be king, and together with the Church of Light, ruling the world by divine right... We will be the true victors of this game!"

Long Ji hesitated for a moment. Perhaps it was an offer he could accept?

"Oh my God! Help!"

Suddenly, the tremors from the distant clash caused eaves to collapse. A mother and daughter fleeing in the street shrieked, looking up at the falling roof beams.

"How annoying."

The giant quickly ran forward, lifting one hand to prop up the collapsing house. With his other hand, he gently scooped up the terrified, beautiful mother and daughter and placed them safely on the ground nearby.

"Ah! It's Azathoth, the Blind Idiot God! He's actually saving people; truly, his blind idiocy is unfathomable."

People frantically fleeing on the ground in the distance turned their heads, watching the scene in disbelief.

The giant strode towards the nearby battlefield, his face full of displeasure. "I told you, my name is Patrick Star!"

"This Evil God, what's the point of him repeating that he's Azathoth?!"

"I don't know, he's too idiotic."

In the Rose Kingdom atop the mountain, within a royal alchemist's chamber filled with countless bottles and jars...

A young woman sat at an alchemy table, her eyes pressed to a microscope, observing the ebb and flow of the Blood of Immortality. "All four have appeared? They know I'm about to break through, so they can't hold back."

"Don't go; it's definitely a trap." An urgent voice came from the shadows. "You're only one thin membrane away from entering the demigod realm. Once you ignite the divine flame, you'll be a living god!"

"I've been waiting for this trap, no matter what kind of death trap it is."

Medusa gently shook her head. "I need them to put pressure on me, just as Grantham gave me the pressure of death back then, so I can fully break through this last layer. What seems like just one more step for me might be impossible to take in a lifetime."

Her truth-based magic was death. Without the pressure of death, she would ultimately find it impossible to break through.

"There's nothing to hesitate about."

Medusa stood up. "If I can't break through, I'll die there. If I break through to demigod and then ignite the divine flame, I'll be a god. Killing an Evil God would take mere seconds."

Silence fell in the shadows, and a melancholic female voice emerged. "You're too reckless... Even if you go, take me with you. I can be a final safeguard. Even if we lose, I can sacrifice my life to bring you back..."

Medusa shook her head. "If I did that, I'd know I wouldn't die! I wouldn't have the pressure of death, I'd harbor a glimmer of hope, and then I wouldn't be able to break through, wouldn't be able to win. It would be meaningless."

"You're truly insane!"

The voice finally roared.

"Oh?"

A hint of sarcasm flickered across Medusa's face. "I've never been a good person; I've always been infamous. Yet, you all place your entire hope in me? Am I insane, or are you?"

The voice faded into the darkness, seemingly trembling.

A faint chill and sense of despair slowly spread through her heart. The fate of the three Wizard Kingdoms, the fate of the world, all rested in Medusa's hands, yet Medusa was heedless of everything...

"Over the years, I've suppressed Evil Gods everywhere; I've done enough... What do the people, the nations, or our world have to do with me?"

Medusa laughed heartily, speaking her mind freely. "I have my own pursuits. I just want to become stronger! I want to see greater horizons!

For this, I can resort to any means necessary. I even endured four centuries of humiliation during the era of the Alchemist Emperor. I kept enduring, enduring, enduring everything. But now... hope is right before me. How can I not go??"

Medusa chuckled softly, but her laughter gradually grew louder.

Her laughter echoed throughout the entire palace. She no longer carried herself with the bearing of an Emperor, instead striding out like a madwoman. "If I'm to die, let me die there!"

"To become stronger, any method is acceptable! Even if it's evil, even if it earns the world's hatred, power is the truth of this world! ...You yourself taught me these words back then... Do you intend to go back on them, my teacher?"

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