Chapter 296: Chapter 165: Just Kill Me (5k)_3
At last, it transformed into a blurred Wheel of Silver.
Unlike the Wheels of Destiny that could be casually conjured and easily spun for observation on the Angel Family descendants, this black-haired youth’s Wheel of Destiny was incredibly faint. Even when It exerted Its full Authority, It could only perceive an extremely incomplete and hazy sliver. The more distant a destiny was from the current time, the harder it was to observe. Yet now, despite Its full effort, the Wheel of Destiny had barely rotated at all. This degree of rotation, compared to a human lifespan of decades, represented a destiny from mere tens of minutes prior—not even an hour into the past.
Who is he?
The tiny mercury snake finally noticed something amiss.
However, immediately following this realization, the illusory scene that converged upon the Wheel of Destiny made It freeze in place. This was the trajectory of fate inscribed on the black-haired youth’s Wheel of Destiny from tens of minutes ago; it could also be understood as the true events that had transpired just half an hour prior.
...
Reflected on the illusory Wheel of Destiny was a silent night sky. It depicted a space nestled in the seam between the Astral Realm and the Main Material Plane. This location was outside the Main Material Plane but had not truly entered the vast, boundless Astral Realm. It could also be called the "Outside of the World." Many powerhouses of Legendary Rank and above chose this place as their battlefield to prevent the aftershocks of their battles from affecting the mortal realm.
And at this moment, within this "Outside of the World," several phantoms of Fabled Creatures were standing tall, some twisted, some menacing, others calm yet oppressive. There was a blurred figure crucified on the Bronze Crucifix, a demon wolf whose fur was bathed in twilight’s glow, and also shadowy figures that kept changing, their true forms obscured.
The tiny mercury snake’s pale yellow pupils contracted.
It recognized these phantoms of Fabled Creatures—Twilight, Oathbreaker, Faceless Figure... These were the very Abyssal Measure Evil Gods mentioned in the Wheels of Destiny of those Angel Family descendants It had read before, the ones said to be performing a Godly Descent ritual.
It seemed that They had indeed already completed Their Godly Descent. And judging by the extent of Their Godly Descent, although They were not complete Godly Descent’s Bodies, They were all incarnations at the peak of Legendary Rank, or even approaching Demigod status. Especially the demon wolf named Twilight. It seemed part of Its Divinity and Authority had been usurped previously. Though only half of It descended this time, It appeared to have gambled everything. That was a divine body born from a Legendary-rank church leader serving as a one-time vessel, infused with an immense Power of Faith; it had truly reached the Rank of Demigod.
However—above the starry sky, opposite the several Fabled Creatures, stood only one person.
A figure with black hair and black eyes, clad in a black robe, holding a crimson magic staff.
Gazing at the crimson magic staff, distant memories from several Eras past surfaced in the tiny mercury snake’s mind.
The Black Tower.
Wielders of magic staves.
Wizards.
Those were truly unpleasant memories.
Could this black-haired youth actually be a spellcaster, a Wizard from the Black Tower?
It refocused Its attention, its gaze returning to the illusory scene on the Wheel of Destiny.
"Although from an efficiency standpoint, using a Nuclear Explosion would be the most labor-saving way to deal with you all," the black-haired, black-eyed youth in the scene, high among the stars, said with a slight shake of his head. "But Silver has only just advanced, and Crimson has been clamoring for some real combat experience. After all, I’ve kept them cooped up for ten years. I should at least satisfy my Pet Beasts’ small requests... There’s a saying: ’If you don’t tire out the marten during the day, the marten will tire you out at night.’ Besides, it’s a good chance to test the power of the newly developed Pet Beast combination technique."
While speaking, he gently rested his hand on the crimson magic staff.
A Wizard from the Black Tower... Is he about to cast a forbidden spell? But for a forbidden spell cast via a magic staff to be effective against Godly Descent’s Bodies at the Demigod level...
Yet, such a thought had barely arisen when, in the next moment, the tiny mercury snake’s pale yellow pupils froze solid.
Because immediately afterward, the wooden staff, which resembled a magic staff, suddenly shattered, revealing the blade within—shining like silver, yet wreathed in black flames.
"This combination technique of Silver and Crimson..." the black-haired youth looked at the long blade in his hand and couldn’t help but chuckle teasingly. "Let’s call it—’Flowing Blade Like Fire’."
Then—he swung the blade and slashed.
"All things in the universe, reduced to Ashes."
...
BOOM—
The silvery, incomplete Wheel of Destiny shattered, and the illusory light screen vanished along with it. Even when Its Authority to observe destiny was fully exerted on the youth, It could only trace back a sliver of his fate, less than an hour into the past.
Yet, even this was enough.
The final image on the light screen was of black flames incinerating the entire sky, and, beneath that Slash, the numerous Godly Descent’s Bodies of the Evil Gods disintegrating into Ashes.
Thus, in that instant, It understood. It understood why those Evil Gods, despite launching their Godly Descent with such fanfare and attempting to overthrow the entire Empire Capital—the city now remained unharmed and peaceful. It also understood why, with Its Authority to observe destiny, It could only perceive an incomplete fragment of the youth’s Wheel of Destiny.
It wasn’t at all because the youth was some fortunate soul who happened to obtain an ancient Sacred Relic from the First Era. It was because this... *thing*... was an out-and-out monster.
And Itself—having just been reborn and still utterly powerless—had fallen right under this monster’s nose.
Destiny, you’ve led me astray!
"Oh? The Authority to read others’ destinies? Quite something. A practitioner of mysticism and prophecy, I see," an amiable voice sounded beside Its ear. "Moreover, you don’t seem quite like those deranged Evil Gods I just slaughtered—the ones who looked like they wanted to kill my entire family the moment they saw me. You appear rather lucid. So, shall we have an in-depth discussion?"
The black-haired, black-eyed youth had, at some unknown point, appeared silently behind the tiny mercury snake. He was reaching out, a friendly expression on his face, gently stroking its serpentine head.
The bodies of Fabled Creatures had long since been exempt from processes like metabolism. They only possessed functions for ingestion and excretion when consuming or expelling extraordinary traits or Divine Authority. Furthermore, snakes, being cold-blooded creatures, fundamentally lacked organs such as sweat glands. Yet, at this very moment, the tiny mercury snake distinctly felt a drop of cold sweat trickle down its forehead.
It swallowed hard. "Just kill me."