Chapter 700: Struggle

Chapter 700: Chapter 700: Struggle

"Hawke! There is only one position for the Lord of the Origin! Give it to me. Once I become the Lord of the Origin, I’ll help you both ascend to become Divine Spirits again."

A Demigod with the head of a tiger and the body of a man, who exuded a domineering aura, said with a cold smile.

"There is only one position for the Lord of the Origin! There are three of us here, so there’s no way to split it."

A Demigod with the head of a wolf and the body of a man said, his brow slightly furrowed.

The three gathered here were the Brentania Republic’s most powerful Demigods: Hawke, Tiger, and Wolff. In the past, all three had been lofty Divine-level Powerhouses, but years of slumber had caused their Divine Formats to fall, reducing them to the Demigod Level.

The moment the Lord of the Origin fell, his position was immediately coveted by these three powerhouses. They schemed and fought endlessly, both openly and in secret, yet none of them could manage to become the Lord of the Origin.

The three Demigods argued incessantly. An entire morning passed with no progress.

There was only one position for the Lord of the Origin. Whoever claimed it would leap to the rank of a Divine Spirit, and a top-tier one among those at the Weak Divine Power Level at that.

The Lord of the Origin commanded billions of human believers on Blue Star and possessed terrifying evolutionary potential. With enough time, the Lord of the Origin could evolve into a Divine Spirit of the Intermediate Divine Power Level.

The position of the Lord of the Origin was tied to the future prospects of the three Demigods, so naturally, none of them was willing to yield an inch. After all, besides the Lord of the Origin, other divine positions could at best evolve to Weak Divine Power, a potential for growth that was far too low.

"Your Excellencies, it is time for your meal. Do you intend to proceed to the dining hall, or shall I have it brought here?"

An old man walked in and spoke. He was tall and dressed in formal attire, his salt-and-pepper hair neatly combed.

This old man was Duke Lugen of the Lugen Family, one of the five great ducal houses of Brentania.

"Bring it here."

Tiger didn’t even spare Duke Lugen a glance, his tone full of arrogance.

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

Duke Lugen replied with the utmost respect and withdrew.

Hawke smiled faintly. "What a respectful old dog. Tiger, give me the Lugen Family. The chefs in their house are quite good."

Tiger said flatly, "If you support me in becoming the Primordial God, I’ll give you the Lugen Family."

Compared to the position of Primordial God, everything else was insignificant. The Lugen Family was, after all, just a family of mortals. If not for Tiger’s secret support, they never would have developed to their current status. If he could ascend to become the Lord of the Origin, he would gladly give away not just one Lugen Family, but ten.

"This wine is not bad! These mortals are pathetically weak, but the pleasures they’ve created are countless times better than what we had in the past!"

Hawke smiled faintly, changing the subject. He picked up a glass of fine wine, savoring it with a look of intoxication.

"It is indeed delicious! After the resurgence of Spiritual Power on Blue Star, all sorts of powerful Spirit Beasts have been born. When their meat is prepared by human master chefs, it becomes even more delectable."

Wolff grabbed a steak meticulously prepared by a master chef, took a large bite, and showed a satisfied expression.

With the exception of a few special races like the Corpse Race and the Stone Race, most Demigods still needed to eat. And for these three, eating was also a form of pleasure.

’If I take this chance to ambush and kill Wolff, then the position of Primordial God will be left for just me and Tiger to fight over.’

A malicious thought suddenly surged in Hawke’s mind. His Demigod Power flared, and his claw shot out like lightning, striking directly at Wolff.

"Hawke!! You damned vulture, I knew you were up to no good!!"

Wolff, who had appeared to be engrossed in his meal, threw the bloody steak aside. A vicious glint flashed in his eyes as he counterattacked, swiping a claw back at Hawke.

A vicious light also flashed in Tiger’s eyes. He frantically channeled his Demigod Power and opened his blood-red maw. A black dagger burst forth, radiating a brilliant, dark gleam as it stabbed directly at Hawke.

"Tiger, why are you attacking me?!"

Hawke shrieked. His figure retreated explosively as black mist enveloped him. Countless black feathers flew out, forming a Feather Shield in front of him.

The black dagger stabbed into the Feather Shield. A black aura spread out, forcefully piercing through the shield and striking Hawke in the chest.

Wisps of black energy rapidly spread across Hawke’s body, and one by one, grotesque tumors began to appear on his skin.

"Hawke, you’re in the way! Go to hell!"

A vicious glint flashed in Tiger’s eyes. He opened his blood-red maw and let out a terrifying roar. The horrific sound condensed into a Sound Wave Arrow that blasted into Hawke’s body.

The terrifying sonic roar made blood stream from Hawke’s seven orifices. His head felt like it was splitting apart, and his Body Technique faltered for an instant.

Seizing the opportunity, Wolff thrust out a claw, piercing Hawke’s heart and crushing it in his grasp.

"Tiger, let’s die together!!"

Hawke suddenly gave a savage grin. From within his body, a blood-colored crystal skull emerged.

Streaks of bloody light erupted from Hawke’s body and poured into the crystal skull. His body instantly shriveled.

The blood-colored crystal skull began to radiate an eerie glow, then it opened its mouth and spat.

A pillar of blood-red light immediately shot directly toward Tiger.

"This is bad!!"

Tiger’s expression changed drastically. He retreated explosively, attempting to dodge.

But the pillar of blood-red light was simply too fast. In an instant, it slammed into Tiger’s body, blasting a huge hole through him and leaving him severely wounded.

"To think Hawke had something this good! A pity this Secret Treasure is too sinister. It can only be used as a trump card for mutual destruction."

Wolff smiled faintly, looking down at Tiger with a frigid killing intent in his eyes.

"Wolff, I’m willing to help you become the Lord of the Origin! Don’t kill me! I can serve you as a Subordinate God. I can swear on my Divine Fire to be loyal to you!!"

"You need powerful allies and subordinates right now. Otherwise, you won’t be able to establish a foothold on Blue Star by yourself."

Tiger coughed up a mouthful of blood, frantically channeling his Demigod Power as he yelled.

Wolff’s brow rose slightly, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Just then, a bloody light suddenly erupted from behind Wolff. The phantom of a Blood Demon God appeared, exuding a strange Evil Aura and wreathed in layers of blood-red Spiritual Light. It looked down on Wolff with cold indifference.

"This is bad!!"

Alarms blared in Wolff’s mind. He instantly deployed a powerful Defense Barrier behind him and transformed into a giant, ten-meter-long wolf covered in long, silver fur.