Novel Full Chapter 760: He Will Bring Vengeance Beyond Bearing
Chapter 760: 760: He Will Bring Vengeance Beyond Bearing
Hazel’s pale, fragile face flickered in Orson’s mind, and his brows tightened. “How could it possibly be her?”
The gods had sworn to trade a single life for peace across a world. To Orson, it sounded absurd.
Hazel… apart from that angelic face and the kind of figure that left a man staring, she had never seemed exceptional.
“Where is she now?” Orson asked quietly. “And… what was Sienna’s advice?”
He hesitated. His sister Sienna now led the Godslayer Alliance. He worried she might think only of Earth’s survival, and make the cold, “logical” choice.
Because when Hazel had first appeared, she’d risen to instant stardom under Sienna’s hand, becoming the radiant white moonlight in the hearts of countless Earth adventurers.
Including Orson himself.
“She ran off with Sienna. What else?”
Bradley gave Orson a baffled look. “You don’t seriously think we’d cave, do you? They want us to hand someone over? Screw that. I’d rather crush every last one of them.”
“…I was overthinking.”
Relief loosened Orson’s chest. He couldn’t bear the thought of that sweet, clueless little girl being caught up in all this.
The war of Infinite Dimensions had nothing to do with Hazel. Even if Pantheon Sanctum saw her as crucial… why should the God of Chaos care?
“Saint Roland, get them back to Mars. I’ll pay a visit to this so-called Sanctum.”
At his words, Saint Roland shifted into Bellara’s form, her cold eyes scanning the young Godslayers.
“Uh… she looks so elegant. Hey, big sis, mind adding me as a friend?”
Riven froze, the Madman bloodline of shamelessness bubbling up, blurting out a request to the Undying Lord.
“Idiot. Can’t you see she’s an NPC?” Chloe snapped.
“This NPC feels stronger than Paladin Teresa…” Aaron muttered, shivering under Saint Roland’s gaze.
“I am an Awakened One, created by a main god. I am unique.”
Her voice was ice, her presence utterly inhuman.
“Damn, what a queen. Date me, please?” Riven’s eyes lit up.
“My nephew may not look like much, but he’s got heart. Do us all a favor and take him,” Ethan chimed in instantly, grinning.
“Baa\~ baa\~ If you don’t say yes, he’ll hound you for life,” Finn added innocently, stroking his lamb.
“Can’t you idiots act serious for once?” Aaron groaned. Ever since DoomBringer left, these three clowns had been impossible. They’d probably flirt with a female dragon if given the chance.
“You’re all a disgrace!” Chloe yelled, winding up to boot them into the mirror-space.
But then—something unexpected.
“Be as strong as him,” Saint Roland said softly, “or as strong as the God of Weapons. Then I’ll grant your wish.”
Her eyes flickered, her lips curving in the faintest smile as she winked at Riven.
A chorus of howls erupted. Even Finn’s lamb joined in, bleating like a dog.
“My dad always said our family was cursed with rotten luck in love. I broke the curse!”
Riven dropped to his knees, tears streaming down his face. “Saint Roland, I swear—I’ll prove myself worthy!”
Godslayer beauties had always treated him and his father like flies to be swatted. Now… he’d done it.
“The Undying Lord…”
Cain stared in disbelief. He knew her history—an Eternal Clan leader, her mechanical heart centuries old, her soul long thought extinguished. Never once had she shown something so human.
“A merciful lie,” Orson whispered with a smirk. Riven was born to grovel—give him a goddess to chase, and maybe he’d finally grow.
More importantly, Orson realized these young ones already stood at a far higher starting point than their forebears. With the right goals, they’d climb onto the shoulders of the old Godslayers.
And when they looked again at the galaxy, at the vast cosmos—stars would tremble.
Godhood was not an end. It was the beginning.
“SirLagsALot, keep the stream running. I want the whole world watching me stomp their gods.” Ethan grinned, eyes gleaming at Earth below.
“Son of a bitch! I’m not even forty! I look younger than your dad by centuries!”
SirLagsALot cursed, still remembering when Ethan had pissed on his head as a toddler.
“Dad, I’m coming too.” Isla’s eyes shone with resolve as she faced Bradley.
“This is war, not play.” His face was stern.
“But… if I don’t bring you home, Mom will…” Isla’s voice trailed off.
“Home? Our home is there, not on barren Mars.”
Bradley’s voice was steady, the once-simple man long since tempered into iron.
“Whoever you are,” Isla said fiercely to Orson, “promise me my father will come back alive. Or I’ll never forgive you.”
Her defiance made Aaron and Finn break into cold sweat. This was the Godslayer Emperor she was mouthing off to!
“This girl was never properly disciplined…” Bradley muttered quickly, embarrassed.
Smack!
Everyone froze. The toughest warrior of Earth had just taken a flick to the forehead.
“Shut it. She’s talking to me, not you.” Orson glared.
Bradley rubbed his head, chuckling awkwardly. “Fine, fine. I’ll, uh, go cool off in space.”
Orson laid a hand on Isla’s shoulder. His smile was gentle, but his words carried iron. “I promise. For every wound he’s suffered, I’ll make them pay a hundredfold.”
“Damn, a warp jump without a gate?”
The Undying Lord’s warship crackled with black lightning, splitting a rift open in the void. Ethan and the others gaped in awe.
Orson watched it enter, his mind already spinning.
The Eternal Clan had once been born of Infinite Dimensions. But where others worshiped gods, they had chosen collective ascension. With no lifespans to chain them, their technology had reached the impossible.
Their numbers were too few, their existence too hunted to threaten the gods directly.
But if Earth’s adventurers joined hands with them? Billions of souls, married to god-killing tech… the power would be terrifying.
Velorith roared, body shifting into dragon form, thunder rolling in his wake as he ferried them through the skies.
Meanwhile, in the former Forever City—inside the Sanctum of the Gods.
Two men, nearly identical in face but utterly different in spirit, opened their eyes upon the thrones.
“He has come,” Aurex murmured, golden hair flowing, his brow furrowed. “Is there truly no avoiding this clash?”
Taran’s wild hair bristled like thorns, his voice a low growl. “I know. He brings with him vengeance and war.”