It can only be said that the Black King is, after all, the incarnation of the primordial evil god Nyarlathotep, and possesses far too much knowledge of evil gods.
Combining this knowledge with His wisdom, while it can't be said that Su Han will be exposed, it will undoubtedly make it much more difficult for him to maintain the current situation. At the very least, it's impossible for Su Han to remain as lazy and carefree as he is now...
The portal to the misty space unfolded in Su Han's mind.
The Black King's power was being continuously devoured, while His will arrived in a world shrouded in mist.
"What exactly is this place?" The Black King's eyes were deep as he surveyed his surroundings. He sensed the surging, malevolent power gathering here.
Finally, He raised His head and saw a strange figure shrouded in mist on the highest bronze throne. Those cold eyes stared at Him without any emotion.
“You,” the Black King’s eyes widened suddenly, and after a brief silence, he suddenly laughed, “How familiar this place is, but apart from the feeling of familiarity, I have no memory of this place… Is it because of the fragment of my memory?”
"But does this obsession originate from my true form? Indeed, it's related to those at the highest levels. What a pity I didn't kill such a valuable being… But being killed by them wouldn't be so bad…"
The words of lamentation spread in all directions. Little by little, the Black Dharma King was completely devoured.
Su Han stood rooted to the spot, his expression somewhat strange. The Black Dharma King's last few words contained a tremendous amount of information.
Lowering his eyes, Su Han sorted through the large amount of information he had acquired, all of which were the Black King's memories. However, they appeared scattered and very incomplete.
In the end, Su Han could only conclude one point: "The Misty Space is indeed deeply connected with the Evil God... However, what the Black King said was somewhat misleading."
The Black King only felt an extreme sense of familiarity; He himself was unsure whether the misty space was connected to the highest-ranking evil god… or rather, in his final moments, He was still thinking of using rhetoric to deceive and swindle Su Han…
"I must say, no wonder he's Nyarlathotep's clone. His talent for deception is simply off the charts." Su Han shook his head, putting the matter out of his mind.
The secrets of the Misty Space are important, but we can think about them later. Right now, the most important thing is to finish dealing with the matters in the Godslayer world.
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 393 Aizen's Thoughts? Tracing the Roots of the Birth of the Disobedient God! (First Update)
Su Han turned around and found that the other battlefields had also come to an end.
The council members killed the corrupted beings one by one and sacrificed them to the Misty Space.
“In that case, let’s proceed.” With a thought, Su Han instantly dispelled the mirror world, and a group of council members appeared beside him.
"You're back," Luo Cuilian said softly, then stared coldly at Lu Yinghua, who was lying on the ground, fast asleep with his eyes closed. "Indeed, only when facing real danger can one truly see one's own abilities."
Luo Cuilian lowered her eyes and said softly, "I apologize for my disciple's lack of skill."
Madara Uchiha crossed his arms, remained expressionless, and did not comment on the matter.
The white-bearded man stroked his beard and chuckled, "Actually, I think the cult leader's disciple is quite remarkable! After all, the enemy we are facing is an existence capable of destroying the world... countless times more dangerous than the so-called disobedient gods."
Whitebeard was telling the truth. Even his best son, Marco, couldn't have done better than Lu Yinghua in that situation.
This was not a battle they should have been involved in; protecting themselves was enough.
Luo Cuilian remained noncommittal, then looked into the distance.
The old marquis, now transformed into a black dragon, stood there quietly, but was also very vigilant, clearly prepared to leave immediately if things went wrong.
"The matter has been resolved, so I should send you back now." Su Han's voice was calm and unwavering.
"Going back? So soon?" Luo Cuilian was a little surprised, but she did not stop or try to stop her, and her attitude was very frank. "Then see you in the council later."
“Mr. Number Four,” Aizen said gently, adjusting his glasses, “could I stay in this world for a while? I’m very interested in the heretical gods of this world.”
"What? The Ancient One has figured out how Valhalla works, and you're also planning to research the origins of the Gods of Disobedience? And then recreate this miracle in your own world?" Madara Uchiha stared at Aizen with a strange expression.
Having spent a long time with Aizen, he naturally understood Aizen's magnanimity. In any case, Madara Uchiha didn't believe that Aizen stayed behind to kill a few rebellious gods.
After all, even if Madara Uchiha wanted to kill a top-tier Disobedient God, it would only take a few moves... Even if he could obtain divine authority in this world, it would be of no benefit to him. The same should apply to Aizen.
Madara Uchiha felt that the only thing that could attract Aizen's attention was the source of the birth of the God of Disobedience.
“A portion.” Aizen didn’t hide anything. “If I can recreate the miracle called the Disobedient Gods, I can not only use them as part of my reserve fighting force… but even if the Disobedient Gods I create in the end are uncontrollable, I can still use them to mass-produce Godslayers.”
"Godslayer..." Whitebeard's expression changed for the first time, and he fell into deep thought.
Godslayers are by no means weak. Their miraculous ability to overcome the strong with the weak, coupled with their immense divine authority, means they have a very high probability of winning even against the admirals of their world's navy.
If Whitebeard could mass-produce Godslayers, then he could have made all his sons extremely powerful.
By then, even if his sons leave Whitebeard's fleet and encounter powerful enemies on their own... they will still be fearless and capable of protecting themselves.
"If Aizen succeeds, we can make a deal with him on this matter." Whitebeard's mind was filled with these thoughts.
Su Han didn't speak. He glanced at the others present and found that they had no objection to going back. Immediately, he had a thought and his divine energy wrapped around him.
When their divine aura dissipated, the group of people also disappeared.
"Number Four, you?" Aizen scrutinized Su Han, outwardly showing some doubt, but inwardly he was shocked. This numbered god hadn't returned with the council members.
Does He also want to remain in this world?
If that's the case, then what is He going to do in this world?
Su Han glanced at Aizen, then his figure soared into the sky, disappearing without a trace a few breaths later.
“Divine aura… similar to the God-Slayer who doesn’t follow the gods, but far superior in essence, and what that innate evil god said before…” Countless thoughts flashed through Aizen’s mind. His eyes flickered, and he suddenly understood many things.
Letting out a breath, Aizen composed himself, turned around, and smiled at Luo Cuilian, saying, "Then, I won't bother you any longer, Master."