Chapter 832 467: All Quiet on the Eastern Front

Xue Dili's instinctive reaction was to push away.

However, at this moment, he forcibly restrained that reaction, instead raising his hands powerlessly, not knowing where to place them.

Anyway, it's a confusing mess. Xue Dili didn't want to figure out how to solve this problem, so just let it be. If she wants to see him as a substitute meal, then so be it.

Regarding this matter, Xue Dili only thought of his two daughters at home. If he unexpectedly died like this, would they be like Chaos now?

Maybe so, which is why Xue Dili could only manage not to get into accidents. No matter what, he must return home in the end.

...

Meanwhile, in the unknown regions of the Cosmos, lies the domain of the Eleventh Apostle.

At this time, He sat on a rudimentary throne of stones, watching hordes of Beastmen seemingly plunged into madness, slaughtering and battling one another, and could not help but laugh heartily.

This is His world, a world engulfed in endless war and slaughter.

Conflict, slaughter. A world where blood and life serve as stakes, perhaps for everything!

This is His world!

Everyone must follow the desires in their hearts, becoming savages who rely on slaughter to resolve everything. Corpses strung on stakes, as if transformed into a thorny jungle built of flesh here.

"How exhilarating! It's all about slaughter and battle! In this Cosmos, to not fight means you cannot live!" On the throne, the Boar-headed Beastman King laughed heartily, drinking a jug of strong liquor, watching his controlled planet plunged into endless slaughter.

This is why He is the strongest among contemporaneous Apostles, not only because of high base racial stats but also due to His policies. He is an Apostle who advocates force and slaughter, a killer who drove away the Ninth Apostle immediately upon becoming an Apostle.

He has always believed that only slaughter can make the world more beautiful, can allow the stronger to live by their desires.

Only through slaughter can the victor enjoy everything.

The losers can only serve as nourishment for the Divine Tree. This is His world, and the reason for their martial virtue being so full.

Suddenly, it seemed like a large hole broke open in the sky, and the Eleventh Apostle immediately stood because He sensed a familiar presence, the Divine Tree!

When He arrived, He found countless swarms and the Divine Tree had already taken root in His world, starting to seize the corpses and souls He collected through the blood arena.

"I can't let you succeed!" He immediately tore off the Beast skin, engaging in a fight with the swarms and the Divine Tree.

This had happened before, but back then the Ninth Apostle colonized His world, only to be killed back by Him.

Now, He thought it would be the same.

However, the swarms and the Divine Tree instantly surrounded Him, with the corpses of bugs littering everywhere, blood and flesh nearly covered the planet's surface entirely, yet days later, the Apostle's body was split in two, as if severed by some great claw, torn from the middle...

Originally, His blood army turned weapons against the Eleventh Apostle the moment they contacted the swarms, seemingly with personal vendetta.

And on that corpse, only remained a stare of disbelief, blankly gazing at the sky.

The Eleventh Apostle was kicked to death like a roadside creature, no one paid attention, everything of His was turned into the purest Spiritual Particle by the following Divine Tree, flowing into the Lord of Mist's body.

"Waste, after all these years, only two fruits including His personal harvest!"

The bug-like face on the Lord of Mist's body kept cursing, while other faces denigrated and insulted the Eleventh Apostle, in a cacophony of distorted sounds.

The backlash of authority, the unwillingness of other Apostles, formed this scene like a depiction of Hell.

The Lord of Mist remained silent, instead exploiting these other Apostles' forces to squeeze their clans, making them burst out more fruits, to gradually recover Himself.

Finally, only the Thirteenth Apostle remained...

As long as He suppressed the backlash of authority on His body, as long as He killed the Thirteenth Apostle, He would complete a ritual planned for tens of billions of years, with the Thirteenth Apostle's death, the ritual would be restored.

Ultimately, He would become the True God.

Originally, He didn't intend to grant Himself this divine office, but now He could only use it Himself.

"Creating Gods..."

"Exerting everything, to birth more Gods!"

He kept murmuring, speaking the words as if they were whispers in a dream.

...

Eden, Olympia Mountain swarm battlefield.

This is one of Proxima Centauri's territories. They chose a mountain and named it "Olympia," meaning "second Olympus," also expressing a remembrance of their homeland.

However, now it has transformed into a battlefield, a war where the swarm and Netherworld army are at slaughter.

Unlike the Eleventh Apostle's planet, the Eden Star has ways to deal with the swarm. Besides Chaos, other Gods possess their unique skills.

After all, creatures survived the Divine Era's battle royale. Even if dealing with the swarm is beyond their capabilities, they can at least stall it.

Just like now, they use barrier techniques to lock down the entire Olympia and completely transform the inside into the "Netherworld."