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Chapter 463

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The news of Omar's defeat surprised me greatly. He was definitely no weakling among the Seven Original Sins. The Undead Knight I sent to fight against him were all brave and skilled in battle. Pride represented the Mountain Inferno, which didn't fear any group battles. No matter how I looked at it, he shouldn't have been the first to be defeated.

Arrogance came from "hierarchy". In the beginning, humans were equal, but with the development of society, people were used to dividing people into different ranks and liked to label the division of labor. People who stood at the top were also used to looking down at the people below, and they treated the people below as playthings and non-humans.

I had never viewed the Original Sins as evil. All Original Sins had a positive side as well as a negative side. The good "Pride" was self-confidence, the self-recognition necessary to climb to the top. But if it was so excessive that one could only obtain satisfaction by looking down on their own kind, and obtain happiness by kicking their own kind, then that would obviously be going too far.

"Since all of you like to fight for a higher status, and like to climb to the top and look down on others, then I'll let you climb all you want."

Mountains of knives, volcanoes, lava mountains, snowy mountains, and countless other cruel mountains existed in this dimension. But unlike normal snowy mountains, the lower the mountain, the colder it got. Underneath the volcanoes was basically molten steel. The other mountains were the same. The lower the mountain, the more deadly the environment. The higher the mountain, the more comfortable it was.

The sinners who entered the Mountain Inferno naked could only desperately climb up bare-handed if they wanted to have a more comfortable life. And as they climbed, there were many paths that only allowed one person to continue climbing. Fighting and even killing were unavoidable. And even if they climbed to a certain height, the demons would push them back down to the lowest level of the Mountain Inferno, forcing them to start all over again.

Let's not talk about the philosophical and religious meaning of this Mountain Inferno. Just the dimensional laws of the Mountain Inferno made it the most suitable battlefield for enemies.

Omar was the King of the Mountain Inferno. He always stood at the peak of the mountains. He could give his subordinates the right to fly freely in the mountains. Meanwhile, ordinary undead and invaders could only climb up step by step. They couldn't even use any supernatural abilities related to "movement". They could only become passive targets.

Shameless? Dimensional laws were shameless to begin with. Not to mention, this wasn't any ordinary dimension. Anyone else who entered Bastian's Rage Inferno would become a bloodthirsty lunatic.

I had thought that with such a battle, with Omar's superpower, it would be impossible for him to lose. It would be easy for him to drag the match into overtime.

Unfortunately for them … they encountered a Main God level Demon Lord of Putrefaction, Ladvioka, who was going all out!

Yes, going all out was the key. It was extremely rare for a Main God to go all out.

Demon bosses were difficult to deal with. This was a predictable fact, and their difficulty wasn't only reflected in their own strength.

The long passage of time had given them completely different paths of growth, as well as completely different styles of doing things. However, every Main God could be called a wily old fox.

Sophocles the Deceiver easily agreed to negotiate with Sophocles because he discovered that it was truly possible that he would fail miserably here. The Hades was an independent plane that cut off all of Sophocles' paths of retreat. Even though the probability of him dying was less than one-third, and even though he still had a bunch of trump cards up his sleeves, the always cautious Sophocles the Deceiver still chose the path of absolute safety and greatest benefits.

Was there no other path for him? Was that all he had? The answer was obviously no. Countless years had given Sophocles plenty of foundational knowledge. Nobody knew how many trump cards he had. However, for a battle between Main Gods, the trump cards that could affect the battle would all be precious treasures that Sophocles had painstakingly gathered from all over the mortal planes. Sophocles wouldn't take them out if the benefits weren't worth it. Not to mention, there were other Main Gods here as well. It was highly likely that they would reveal their most important secrets.

Some people said that the Gods were just like countries. There were only benefits and no emotions between the Gods. They would often probe and provoke each other, but it would be incredibly rare for them to start an all-out war. I felt that this was rather extreme, but it wasn't an exaggeration.

The Gods rarely fought each other. However, when they did, it would basically be a battle to the death. After all, only by stealing the other's mortal plane, divine power, believers, and Divine Concepts would the Gods be able to make up for their losses in battle.

This was also the reason why many Gods' battles were only fought on doctrines and words. It was even rarer for Main Gods to fight against each other.

"At any rate, the Chaos Abyss and the Source of Order are unable to watch over them. We don't have any deep grudges against each other. As long as we show them enough power, they'll feel like they're at a disadvantage. Of course, they won't use their full strength."

I had long since seen through all of this, which was why I chose to forcefully divide the Gods.

"Being surrounded by yourself and losing contact with your reinforcements is no different from being directly sealed away. Even Main God existences will instinctively choose to protect themselves when they discover that the investment is far greater than the return. In fact, they might even meet with danger. Since self-preservation is the priority, they'll naturally save some strength for a battle of attrition. What we need the most right now is time. "

The development of the situation proved that my analysis was correct. Sophocles chose to remain neutral, the God of Wisdom made sufficient concessions, and the other Main Gods were all probing us at the start.

If I showed weakness, they would naturally all rush over and devour us. But, if I could make them feel like we were hedgehogs covered in poisonous spikes that would likely be at a disadvantage if they tried to bite us, I would naturally be able to maintain a balance of power and drag the battle into a battle of attrition that I desired the most.

Harloys's opponent was the God of Wisdom. Even if the two of them became enemies, Harloys, who was also an archmage, would be able to escape unscathed. The "Turbid Nightmare" Karl's ability to evolve and heal himself was disgusting. Now, he was facing Ah Dang, whose individual combat strength was incredibly high and who could evolve through eating. The battle situation seemed to prove that my choice was correct.

However, there was one existence that exceeded my expectations from the very start — the Lord of Putrefaction, Ladvioka!

The Lord of Putrefaction was also an army type. Naturally, I also sent out the "Pride" Omar, who was an army type. In order to make Omar sufficiently strong, I even sent out my Knight Knights to fight for him. Since I also had the power of the Mountain Range's dimensional laws, this should have been a guaranteed success.

"Damned Ladvioka! He's gone insane! "

Ladvioka was greatly tempted by the benefits of the mortal plane. Unlike the other Main Gods who were usually cautious, Ladvioka unhesitatingly used his full power and treasures that he had been saving up for countless years.

My clone had already informed me that Ladvioka unhesitatingly used the method of "Forceful Dimensional Descent" in response to the dimensional laws of the Mountain Range and the power of the Dimensional Plane.

Difficult to understand? That was to forcefully summon a dimension that was already under Ladvioka's control and forcefully cause the dimensions to overlap and collide, just like how a bastard would throw Mars at Earth!

In some worlds, Ladvioka was treated as a Creator God. However, he obviously wasn't a good father. At the very least, he didn't have any feelings for his children.

Ladvioka used the shattered pieces of a continent with living beings as if they were consumables. He forcefully broke through the dimensional walls of the Hades. No matter what the result was, it was obvious that the lives on the shattered continents would meet their end after the two dimensions collided. It would be difficult to calculate how many would survive.

On one side were the shattered pieces of the mortal plane, while on the other side was the Inferno of the Hades. The collision caused the dimensional laws of the mortal plane to distort, causing dimensional cracks to appear. Even the powerful Death Knight Knights wouldn't be able to survive in such an environment.

This also allowed a large number of dimensional survivors to forcefully enter the Mountain Inferno and continue to fight for its sake. The densely packed "worker ants" began to spread the belief and natural laws of the Mountain Inferno. Ladvioka had destroyed at least twenty independent dimensions in order to distort the natural laws of the Mountain Inferno, causing tens of millions of years of accumulation to go to waste.

That meant that in order to obtain the dimensional laws and world of this mortal plane, Ladvioka unhesitatingly destroyed more than twenty of his own worlds and more than half of the living beings in them!

Why had Ladvioka, who was a Main God level demon with multiple dimensions, suddenly sacrificed nearly half of his entire wealth? At this moment, Ladvioka no longer had any path of retreat. He could only fight to the bitter end. Our first mortal enemy in this battle had appeared.

Many messages came from my clones. The Mountain Range had been conquered, and the four central halls of the Hades were under threat. The next moment, I knew that I had to make a decision.

"I'm going to go beat up that damned fatty first. Come with me if you dare."

I brought Marsolit with me and disappeared. I casually opened a teleportation portal to the Mountain Range, but I didn't close it. The moment that I disappeared, my aura could be sensed from the other side of the teleportation portal. And so, Cavendish unhesitatingly stepped into the teleportation portal.

This was an incredibly simple method of provoking me. Cavendish wouldn't fear a challenge, nor would he avoid a challenge from me … But this didn't mean that I wouldn't play tricks on him. I chose to teleport to the inside of a volcano in the Mountain Range. I would first have him bathe in the lava to calm himself down.

"Rolla, you're playing tricks on me again …"

Cough, I ignored Rolla's angry roars from deep underground. Right now, the Mountain Range before me was a scene of Armageddon. Countless fragments of continents and worlds were forcefully crashing into the Mountain Range like meteors. This was no longer a natural disaster on the level of a meteor shower. If I looked up, it was like countless moons were crashing down.

Numerous holes were torn in the sky. Snow mountains were forcefully melted by the lava of Hell. Volcanoes that spewed flames were forcefully flattened by the fragments of continents. Even more deadly was the fact that the dimensional laws of the Mountain Range made it difficult for the Mountain Range to digest. Large amounts of dimensional cracks weren't sealed, causing the dead to temporarily lose their undying nature.

Amidst the chaos, a sufficient amount of dimensional fragments and dimensional laws had already caused the demons to construct Chaos Abyss fortresses. Large amounts of mystical creatures were traveling back and forth. At the center of the battlefield, Ladvioka was currently trampling and tearing apart the remains of the Death Knight, preventing and delaying any possibility of their revival.

I unhesitatingly roared in anger as I stood on the Envy battleship and witnessed this scene.

"Marsolit! Big Dipper fleet! Transform and depart! "

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