Part 4.
Raphael smiled. If there was a Divine Fire Seed, Salin wouldn't have let her absorb it, because that would mean that Faka would be resurrected in her body.
Without the Divine Fire Seed, Raphael could suppress the Divine Fire. They were at the same level, and Faka only comprehended a little more laws than her. The difference between angels and gods was that gods were masters, while angels had no self. This was already destined from the beginning of creating angels.
Raphael had seen her god die with her own eyes, and she had a special hatred for gods. If it weren't for another god, the God of Metal would never have fallen. Even if the God of Metal didn't advance, his lifespan would be longer than this crystal wall.
Such a deity had been killed.
Of course, if Salin grew to a certain level, he would probably kill his way to the divine kingdoms and do the same thing. But Salin was a human, and it was normal for humans to be hostile to gods. However, the slaughter between gods was the most vicious and frequent.
According to the laws of the human world, killing one's own kind was the death penalty. But among gods, killing one's own kind was only rewarded.
Raphael took out the Red Pity Spear. This spear wasn't made for her by the God of Metal, but for a goddess. For this goddess, the God of Metal had fallen. Everything was just a trap.
The Red Pity Spear finally fell into her hands. The god was no longer here.
Was what Salin said right? Gods didn't know how to love? But why didn't her father kill that goddess with his own hands before he fell?
Could a deity be sad?
Thinking of this, Raphael stabbed Faka's heart.
On the Red Pity Spear, red threads drilled into Faka's body, piercing it full of holes. One of his hearts had stopped beating long ago. Faka twisted his body in vain, and the pain pierced his heart …
Salin didn't forget to make Faka sad. He said to Faka, "If you hadn't tried to hurt my child, I would have given you some respect and let you die with dignity. Now, I can only slowly disintegrate you, like a pig or a cow."
Faka quietly closed his eyes. It wasn't difficult to extract the Divine Fire. There was no difference in their levels. Raphael pulled the Red Pity Spear out of Faka's heart, and a wisp of divine fire wrapped around the tip of the spear.
The God Spirit's blood was golden in color and it gushed out. Purple Angel greedily jumped in and caught the God Spirit's blood.
Even if it was a False God, it was enough for him to enjoy.
"Violet angel, remember to leave some for Dante. It's fine as long as it's enough to heal his injuries, "Salin reminded.
The Purple Angel's body had already been broken down into hundreds of mechanical parts, and they all fell onto Faka's body. Some of them had already turned into long, sharp needles that pierced into the bones, absorbing the crystallized divine power within.
Some of them turned into round gears in the gap and cut Faka's muscles. Some even transformed into small magical beasts, opening their mouths to bite the weaker parts.
When those miniature mechanical beasts bit down, their teeth would often fall off before they could bite off a piece of flesh.
"Violet Angel, eat more bones. It's good for you." When Salin saw this, he knew that it was because the Purple Angel's rank was not high enough, and not because of the material. Under the power of the rules, some low-grade materials could also change the shape of high-level materials.
Hearing his master's concern, Dante only sighed.
Salin did not ask. Dante probably still wanted to be free. But he couldn't give him freedom!
The Purple Angel's body broke down into several containers, which filled Faka's God Spirit's blood. Then, he flew out of the lightning cage. Salin gave the God Spirit's blood to Dante. Dante drank it directly, and then returned to the lightning star to continue healing.
Salin threw the containers back to the Purple Angel and suddenly closed the lightning cage.
The Purple Angel was shocked, but Salin said, "There are tens of thousands of people directly under me. After killing a God, you'll have to pay a price to enjoy more than half of it."
"Master!" The Purple Angel was a little flustered, but he heard Salin say —
"Don't be afraid. I'm going to refine this lightning cage into your body. You're a mechanical evolved body anyway, so it's not difficult to enter a cage."
The Purple Angel was a little dumbfounded. He had been slowly tasting and secretly absorbing Faka's rules. He did not expect Salin to refine the lightning cage into his body.
It would be very painful, so painful that he regretted having this feeling.
"So hurry up and eat more. You'll feel better in a while," Salin urged.
Only then did the Purple Angel understand that Salin wanted to refine the lightning cage at this time. His goal was to completely fuse with Faka's flesh. That way, he would directly have the power close to level-13 and the potential for development. If he relied on himself to absorb it, he would waste too much energy.
The Purple Angel was a puppet, so Salin was letting him refine it again. The effect was much better than if the Purple Angel absorbed it himself. Of course, the goal was to let the Purple Angel evolve.
"Master, be gentle …" The Purple Angel could not cry, so he could only say sadly. Then, he desperately began to devour Faka's body.
"Nonsense!" The Purple Angel's tone made Salin depressed. He released water flames and wrapped the lightning cage.
It took Salin more than three days to refine the Purple Angel. This was because Faka's god body was too difficult to refine. Even a false god began to have the characteristics of a god, which was an indestructible body.
In fact, if Salin did not let the Purple Angel eat Faka, and there was no Divine Fire in this body, a level-13 false god's body could be preserved for 120,000 years. After 120,000 years, the false god's body would only decay a little every 10,000 years. It was unknown how many years it would take to completely decay.
Jason once told Salin that alchemy was equivalent to smelting hundreds of thousands of years in an instant. This was an ability, an art, and a perfect embodiment of the rules.
It took millions of years for a living creature to evolve some new characteristics. A rock would also take tens of thousands of years to weather and decay.
Alchemy only sped up these processes, and the alchemist led the development of things.
Most alchemists didn't understand this. To them, alchemy was like building a house. There were too many traces and flaws in the equipment they crafted.
A good alchemist was like planting flowers, planting seeds, watering, and fertilizing. All of this had to be done in a very short time.
What Salin was doing now was condensing 120,000 years of time in an instant. The body of a god would also dissipate and turn into pure energy. Salin's alchemy was to advance this process.
If it was ordinary decomposition energy, there would definitely be losses. Alchemy like Salin guided according to the laws of matter. The Purple Angel comfortably absorbed Faka's energy. At the same time, the lightning cage invaded her body in pain.
The electric current was still wreaking havoc, and Salin had no intention of stopping it.
If one wanted to obtain something, they had to pay the same price. If the Purple Angel wanted to evolve perfectly and surpass the mechanical undead, she had to bear the pain.
Puppets were too easy to destroy, even puppets like the Purple Angel, which were all made of high-level materials. When one reached Salin's level, the enemy would not be too weak. Every enemy probably had a way to destroy the puppet's core. Salin was now refining the puppet's core and the lightning cage together. Even a god would not be able to destroy the lightning cage.
Not only that, with the lightning cage in her body, the Purple Angel would be much safer to swallow in the future. Her stomach was equivalent to a small lightning cage. As long as she was swallowed by the Purple Angel, she would not be able to escape.
The Purple Angel was in pain and happy at the same time. Eating the fake god's body would save him a few thousand years of hard work.
He would not take the pain Salin inflicted on him to heart. If he did, and if his master found out, he would be beaten up. That would not be wise.
Only when it reaches the stomach is the real deal.
The Purple Angel lowered her head and ate. Time passed just like that. Another three days passed before Salin withdrew the water flame. The benefit of cultivating soul power was that the release time of the water flame had increased.
"Teacher, I have to go back. Salin withdrew the water flame and the Purple Angel at the same time. There was not a trace of a puppet on the Purple Angel's body. Her muscles were bulging, and she looked like a strong human man.
Salin could only sigh at his lack of artistic talent. The puppets she refined were not fit and beautiful, but only looked thick and strong.
Jason nodded and did not say anything. He could rest assured now that his student was fine. If worse came to worst, she could come back here and be protected. Sooner or later, Salin would become a great mage. Just like those who left their names in history, he would obtain eternity in the hearts of mages.
There were no immortal creatures. Mages also pursued longevity, and they could even live for millions of years. But mages would not pursue immortality. That was a mistake. Life could only be extended continuously, and they had to pay a huge price.
"Sicar, let's go." Salin reached out and picked up his son, while Sicar carried his daughter. He called Raphael and walked towards the teleportation array.
The god had already been eaten. He had nothing else to do here. He would send the child back first. In the half plane, only his teacher was strong. Most of the mages under him were still in the Myers Continent. Salin had to keep the child in a safe place.
What happened to Faka made Salin have to be careful. If it happened once, it could happen again.
Raphael followed Salin from behind, feeling strange. In her eyes, Salin was already considered strong. He could kill fake gods, so he was no longer an ordinary person.
But this person was carrying a child in one hand and holding his wife in the other. No matter how she looked at it, he had nothing to do with being strong.
Her father had always been lonely. There had never been such warmth in the divine kingdom. Until the appearance of that goddess. Was this the reason why humans were strong? Even someone as strong as this would have a soft heart.
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