Chapter 822 - 462: The Tenth Apostle Comes to Ask for Help

Xue Dili felt that the logic of the Mimic Venerable King was quite problematic, as if now he seemed to have become somewhat...

Extreme?

He could confirm that this was indeed the Mimic Venerable King, but something fundamental seemed to have changed about him. Xue Dili could clearly feel it, perhaps in the way of reasoning, or maybe something else entirely.

If it was the previous Mimic Venerable King, he would never have entrusted this matter solely to himself. Instead, he would have gathered a group, informed everyone of the situation, and resolved the issue together.

Now, however, he directly assumed an attitude of "this is the only way you can proceed," leaving me with no choice.

Mimic Venerable King, you rascal!

Compared to before, what exactly went wrong with the Mimic Venerable King?

The only thing was the step of achieving divinity.

The Mimic Venerable King has become a God. Now, he’s merely stuck at the final step of journeying to the end of Subspace. Once this step is completed, he will fully transform into a True God, indistinguishable from the actual Venerable King.

This realization, however, made Xue Dili feel as if this divinity transformation had turned the Mimic Venerable King into something else entirely.

But soon he could no longer dwell on such thoughts. The Mimic Venerable King’s tone was urgent; he even had a sort of attitude of quickly settling his affairs, continuously telling Xue Dili what to do next.

"Once your power is rid of the Void, it is indeed quite weak, but I will pave the way for you. Now, the Lord of Mist is seriously wounded. By my calculations, he must be in a dire state, either hiding somewhere silently licking his wounds or..."

"He will go to greater lengths to exploit the population to produce Divine Tree Fruit for his recovery! Time is of the essence. We are in the same situation. Don’t hesitate with that fragment of the Lord of Mist’s flesh; just consume it. I will provide you with the power from my essence."

"The power of the God of Order!" The words of the Mimic Venerable King gave Xue Dili no opportunity to object, speaking directly.

This, in turn, made Xue Dili understand the current state of him better: it wasn’t that the Mimic Venerable King had changed, but rather...

After achieving divinity, the last strands of humanity and relationships built with the Interstellar Corps seemed to be completely severed. Now, he has become like a machine purely constructed of reason and goals...

The current being is less of the Mimic Venerable King and more akin to what he calls—God of Order!

Everything is for Order, even if the child he watched grow defies him, even if it’s his friends and family, the current Mimic Venerable King seems capable of acting ruthlessly.

Xue Dili instantly understood, but suddenly, inexplicable emotions surged in his heart, as if they were some kind of... sorrow? Or perhaps some other complex emotions.

Because he seemed to realize that the Mimic Venerable King might be forever gone, and what survived was the God of Order, no longer the Mimic Venerable King who treated the Interstellar Corps as his children and other Venerable King’s creations as his siblings.

Is this the cost of becoming a God?

Inside, Xue Dili felt an inexplicable melancholy, although rationality told him that this was not the time for such sadness. Now, he should quickly improve himself and solve the problem.

Perhaps, in the eyes of his other family members, he too might have become just like the current Mimic Venerable King...

Thinking so, Xue Dili did not hesitate, and picked up the flesh of the Lord of Mist...

"So, you want me to eat this piece of flesh directly?" Xue Dili did not ask about any side effects, because at this moment, the Mimic Venerable King, or rather the God of Order, seemed to consider everything solely for killing the Lord of Mist, without considering anything else.

Side effects, there must be some.

The Mimic Venerable King took the chunk of meat in hand, and in the next moment, it gradually melted in his hand, turning into something like thick blood.

"Drink it down; you will gain the power of Order. Although it is abrupt, I sincerely apologize for putting you under such pressure if there were other options available." After speaking, the Mimic Venerable King firmly stared at Xue Dili, "This remnant of my consciousness is about to fall asleep."

"How should I use it?" Xue Dili took the blood he held.

"Drink it all at once; it will gradually transform your body, granting you the power to fight the Lord of Mist head-on, while also bestowing upon you the mantle of Order," the Mimic Venerable King said as if seeing the future, adding, "You will drink it if you don’t want to regret due to lack of power in the future."

Then, as if his system had completely shut down, he lay on the ground, motionless.

The strand of his consciousness entered a dormant state, awakening unknown to when, while Xue Dili also wondered if what he last saw was the Mimic Venerable King or the God of Order who fundamentally turned into something else.

However, Xue Dili still glanced at this bottle of strange blood in his hand.

This is blood made from the flesh of the Lord of Mist, mixed with the power of the Mimic Venerable King, and now perhaps it is Xue Dili’s last chance to make a choice: drink it all at once, or wait, until the Lord of Mist emerges, forcing him to make a choice then.

Just then, Earth Mother quickly raised the alarm and hastily said: "Ah Xue, there’s an old acquaintance of yours here seeking help!"