Chapter 00126: Now, Who is the False God
# Now, Who is the False God?
Chapter 126
Novel: AFK Game: Portal to Another World
Chapter 126: Now, Who is the False God?
In the end, Divine Arts are merely a type of permission a deity grants to their followers.
The followers don't need to learn them, but casting a Divine Art still consumes their own mana bar.
This relationship was actually somewhat akin to an online game.
When the network connection is normal, a player can freely access the server and control their in-game character to perform various actions.
But once the network connection has a problem and the player cannot connect to the server, they naturally cannot play.
Right now, the network connection was being blocked.
Viola could no longer connect to the Demon God's server, so she naturally couldn't use Divine Arts.
However, it was only a temporary interruption, not a complete severance of the connection between a follower and their god.
It was like although you couldn't connect to the server, your game account and other information were still saved on it.
So, if I were to move the server right next to the player's computer for a direct connection, how would you counter that?
An endless stream of divine power surged from the void, pouring directly into Viola's body.
The swelling divine power was difficult to control; after all, it was not a power mortals were meant to wield.
The wooden floor beneath her feet cracked and shattered amidst the tremors, and the surrounding furniture began to shake, trembling under the majestic divine might of the Demon God.
The green smoke used to obscure vision also began to crumble and disintegrate under the impact of the divine power.
The assassin immediately realized that his master's power was no match for the Demon God's.
The seal was beginning to collapse.
A deity of great divine power, whether in terms of authority or pure divine power, was already at the apex of the deity sequence.
But you must understand, even among those with great divine power, there were highs and lows; their divinity levels were not the same.
The power of the Master of a Hundred Feet could only struggle to resist the divine might of the Demon God.
It couldn't even achieve a stalemate, the disparity in their power and divinity levels was glaringly obvious.
The only chance was now!
While the power of the Master of a Hundred Feet had not been completely crushed, and Viola had not yet fully mastered the divine power poured into her, this momentary gap was the opportunity!
The assassin, with almost no hesitation, lunged toward Viola with his dagger held straight.
His dagger struck the expanding divine power head-on, as if hitting a solid object.
The immense wind pressure nearly blasted the assassin back the way he came.
The moment the blackened blade touched the divine power, the black coating was first burned away, revealing the dagger's original color.
Immediately after, the dagger itself grew hotter and hotter under the pressure of the divine might.
Within two seconds, the blade turned red-hot, and a wisp of scorched white mist rose from the palm gripping the dagger.
Although the assassin still hadn't given up, the dagger couldn't take it.
It twisted and deformed, and in the blink of an eye, it was torn to shreds by the rampaging power.
Now the assassin himself couldn't take it.
He was repelled by the majestic divine might, sent flying along with the searing dagger fragments to crash against the wall behind him.
"Impossible, you're actually a Divine Chosen...!"
Gods usually did not care about the life or death of one or two followers.
Even for a follower they favored, they would consider carefully before bestowing divine power.
On one hand, it was because a mortal might not be able to withstand divine power.
On the other hand, bestowing divine power could very likely lead this mortal to find the path to godhood.
There were already quite a few gods of all sorts; there was really no need to create more trouble for oneself.
Therefore, the direct bestowal of divine power was extremely rare, and it was generally only granted to a Divine Chosen, that is, the chosen one of that deity.
When the assassin was formulating his assassination plan, he had not considered the possibility that Viola might be a chosen one at all.
If he had known in advance, he would have certainly made more thorough preparations.
But it was too late to say such things now.
The spreading divine power sent the assassin flying and completely dispersed the green smoke that had filled the room.
The shield-like divine power hummed and retracted back into Viola's body, indicating that the power was now under her command.
She now looked as if her entire body was glowing from within.
The power of the Demon God surged through her every blood vessel, her every inch of skin.
Viola raised her sword.
The brilliant spiritual radiance and the surging divine power made the very air tremble.
"Now, who is the false god?"
She swung her leveled sword edge toward the assassin.
A flash of light rapidly magnified in the assassin's pupils, almost filling his entire field of vision.
One side of the castle's outer wall first bulged, then exploded and ruptured a thousandth of a second later.
A massive beam of light erupted from behind the wall, streaking across the night sky like a meteor, tearing through the thin clouds in the sky as it went.
One wall of the dressing room had now completely vanished, as if the bricks and stone that made up the wall and a large section of the wooden floor had been completely vaporized, but there was no trace of high temperature left at the scene.
Rather than vaporization, it seemed more like disintegration.
Viola's iron boots stepped across the ruined floor, clanking as she walked to the edge of the hole.
Despite the immense power, it was Viola's first time controlling divine power, after all.
She felt she might have missed her aim just now.
Looking down, she saw the assassin lying on the ground, scorched black.
A large group of soldiers, having noticed the commotion, were rushing over from both sides of the castle, holding torches.
At first glance, it seemed to be over, but Viola frowned.
The body of the assassin, who looked about eighty percent cooked, was now swelling and bulging, as if something inside was trying to break out of a cocoon.
Not two seconds later, with a loud bang, the assassin's viscous flesh and blood splattered all over the ground.
Where the assassin had been, a massive centipede about ten meters long appeared.
It was hard to imagine how something so large could have been stuffed into a person's body.
This was a Fang of the Master of a Hundred Feet, a special type of shapeshifting creature skilled in transformation, poison, assassination, and parasitism.
It emitted a harsh, grating sound of its carapace rubbing together.
Without even looking at the soldiers who were closing in to investigate the situation, it lunged its head toward Viola to bite her.
"I will take the head of the Divine Chosen for my lord!"
With a crisp clang of metal on metal, Viola used her divine power-infused sword edge to block the great centipede's fangs, which were as thick as an adult's arm, and its complex, terrifying mouthparts.
"You and your god once made me stray from my Lord's glory, but He has never left me! His voice echoes in my heart, and His will shall be executed by me!"
The all-destroying divine power moved along the sword edge.
The great centipede's fangs were torn apart as easily as tofu, the fragments spinning as they fell to the castle grounds below.
Viola immediately turned her blade and followed up with another strike.
However, despite being a ten-meter-long great centipede, it was quite agile.
Its body immediately arched backward.
Viola's sword edge only left a deep gash on its carapace, and dark green insect blood, accompanied by the Martial Centipede's piercing shriek, splattered everywhere.
—Roar!
At that moment, a dragon's roar descended from the sky.
The white dragon crashed down onto the great centipede's back like a falling star.
Its claws gripped the creature's head and slammed it violently into the ground, the impact like a small earthquake.
The white dragon was fighting so desperately because Li Chengxi had just found it secretly sneaking off to the banquet hall for a snack and told it, "If you slack off again, you can forget about getting your gold coins back."
This sentence was practically a berserker buff for the white dragon; no wonder it was fighting with such fervor.
As for the great centipede, its life force was incredibly tenacious.
Even after taking a full set of authentic Dragon Fists from the white dragon, it wasn't dead.
Large clouds of dark green smoke spewed from the small spiracles on the sides of its body.
For a dragon with a terrifyingly robust constitution, this bit of poison was not a major problem.
As a high-ranking demon, Viola also had a frighteningly high toxin resistance.
But the surrounding soldiers could not handle it.
Seeing the poisonous smoke threatening to spread, Viola immediately shouted to the white dragon:
"Renia! Over there!"
She pointed in the direction of the training ground behind the castle.
There was plenty of space there, and they wouldn't have to worry about the poisonous smoke spreading to the residential district.
The white dragon immediately grabbed the ten-meter-long great centipede and, with a furious roar, soared into the sky.