Novel Full Chapter 784 Even Gods Differ
Chapter 784: 784 Even Gods Differ
“I’ll make sure you’re satisfied.”
Orgood smiled faintly, his spotless white robes flowing like silk, his eyes narrowed with a gentle warmth.
“Wait, who the hell is this guy? Iron Fist’s twin brother?”
Madman’s jaw dropped. The newcomer looked like an untouched youth, serene and kind, even lifting his hand in a friendly wave at the crowd.
“Who are you?”
Oliver froze, his instincts screaming. One old monster was already more than enough of a headache, and now two more Orsons had suddenly appeared? His entire revenge plan was collapsing into madness.
Could this mean his path of vengeance was about to be doubled back against him?
“Be kind. My children should carry the world in their hearts.”
Orgood’s smile widened. He reached a hand toward Oliver’s shoulder, as if to pat his son. Oliver recoiled in horror.
Orgood let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head softly. “The grudges of the past have nothing to do with you. Don’t let yourself be consumed by hatred. Trust in your heart, and you’ll be unstoppable.”
Oliver froze, breath caught in his throat. This man looked like a mere level 1 trialer, but those crystal-clear eyes seemed to pierce through the very fabric of the world. His words struck at the most tangled knot in Oliver’s heart.
“Uh… bro, should I call you…?” Ethan stammered, dumbstruck. He could feel a strange closeness to this man. Of course, his notoriously awful naming sense clearly hadn’t skipped a generation.
“It doesn’t matter what you call me,” Orgood chuckled, pinching the boy’s cheek. “Just remember: every soul is born weak. But from weakness can grow astonishing courage.” He turned and walked toward the portal.
Ethan’s eyes flickered from confusion to resolve. He looked nervously at Madman. “If I get to choose… can I swap dads and pick this guy?”
Madman’s face turned pale. “The hell are you asking me for?! Who am I supposed to ask?!”
“Tch. Useless nonsense.”
Draped in black, Orbad drifted past like a phantom. Both of Orson’s sons instinctively swallowed hard.
“Killing is killing. Destruction is destruction. Why sugarcoat it?”
His cold eyes swept over them. “Slaughter every enemy. Survive. That’s all that matters.” With that, he turned and stepped into the Grey Wolf World portal.
“What the hell is going on? Clones? But they’re trialers like us…”
“Man, I’ve gotta hand it to the Triple Crown winner’s mother. Three Orsons on the board? How’s the other side supposed to play?”
The Godslayer ranks were bewildered, but they knew the old guildmaster’s actions had deeper meaning.
“Domain effects? Or some divine artifact?”
Sigrel muttered darkly, watching Orbad vanish into Grey Wolf World. Unease gnawed at him.
“Cover Taran’s retreat first. We’ll hunt these two pests later,” Menis snarled, her face like stone.
“No one leaves. Not today.”
Orson’s gaze hardened. Bradley’s death had stripped away any illusions of his own invincibility.
“Kill!”
The two gods exchanged a glance. Sigrel moved first, leaping high like a colossal ape, power radiating from his frame. A searing glow coiled around his arm as space itself shook.
“His basic attack is hitting like a forbidden curse?!”
Madman’s eyes bulged. The ground split apart as Sigrel’s fist came crashing down with earth-shattering force. Pure strength, raw and terrifying.
“Scatter!”
Xenon raised her brows, sword gleaming. “Divine Domain: Blades of Eternity!”
A river of golden blades roared forward, cascading like a galaxy of steel.
“Just a Lower God, and you think you can face me head-on?”
Sigrel sneered. Divine light flashed across his massive frame as gray battle armor manifested over his skin. He hurled his body into the torrent of swords.
Bang! Bang!
Xenon’s eyes widened in disbelief. Sigrel’s fists burned like twin suns, every strike a dragon’s roar and a tiger’s howl. His sheer presence smothered the battlefield.
Block! Block!
“His HP bar… it’s not moving?” Old Yin’s voice shook.
“Ninety-nine percent of the damage is blocked. The rest is cut down to nothing,” Breeze said grimly.
Xenon staggered as the sword-river shattered.
“Drink!”
Sigrel’s roar ripped the air apart. His fist came down, an unstoppable mountain.
“No… this can’t be real…”
Xenon’s face drained of color. Her divine longsword met his punch—and exploded. Shards slashed her cheek, the taste of death surging back after years forgotten.
“Chaos Spear!”
“Chaos Orbs!”
Orson’s staff spun, hurling destruction through the mirrored barrier to support her.
Saint Roland followed with his own Blades of Eternity.
“Broken scrap that dares defy divine law. Begone!”
Sigrel barely glanced at him. His punch ripped the sky, crushing Saint Roland’s torso into ruin.
“And the Chaos God… so what?”
Orson’s spear struck. Sigrel lowered his head—headbutting the weapon aside.
Boom! Block!
“No way…” Orson faltered. Even his absurd stats couldn’t pierce Sigrel’s defense.
“Domain of Shattered Skies!”
Sigrel roared, his power shaking mountains. Xenon’s body crumpled like a rag doll, smashed into the cliffs, leaving a crater yawning deep.
Lethal Strike -50,000,000!
“Holy shit… that’s a mid-tier god…”
The number hung in the air. A single blow had erased half her HP. One more and even a god would fall.
Madman’s voice cracked. “His domain… physical damage not doubled gets cut by 80%?! His own damage boosted by 200%? And full immunity to spells from gods of his tier?!”
The field went silent. For years they had insisted gods were only trialers with bigger numbers. But this… this was something else entirely.
The gods who rode mortals like puppets suddenly looked pathetic. Before Sigrel, they weren’t even worth noticing.
“Orson,” Menis hissed, her voice dripping with malice, “you rose too fast. We failed to stop you in time. But now? Now you’ll see what it means to face eternity.”
Her body faded to mist. The reaper’s scythe whispered across the battlefield. A killing chill burrowed into every soul.
“Ignore me… and pay with obliteration.”
Usher’s face twisted. He had returned with monstrous power, ready to reclaim his throne. But these two mid-tier gods didn’t even look at him. Rage boiled in his chest.
“Demonic Domain: Ancient Warbows!”
Twelve black halos flared behind him, each sprouting claws that grasped monstrous bows. Arrows nocked, the air screaming.
Stats erupted across his panel. His attack speed rocketed into madness.
One hundred times attack speed.
One hundred times range.
Every arrow stripping levels and attributes from its target.
“Divine Domain: Soulfall.”
Menis glanced at him, amused.
“Boss, watch out—behind you!” Queenie screamed.
A gray sigil bloomed on Usher’s neck. Then more. Dozens. Everyone around him froze like statues, paralyzed.
Bind. Mana burn.
“Mechanic-type domain…”
Usher’s eyes widened. His body locked. His mana plummeted like a waterfall. Then his health began to drop.
Behind him, the demonic arms with their titanic bows dissolved, one by one, into nothingness.