Chapter 1 Accompanying the Waste Lion Raising Its Forepaw

Accompanying the Waste Lion raising its forepaw, spiderweb-like, dense cracks quietly emerged in the surrounding space. Each crack shimmered with a scarlet, blood-like light.

Ju Tianfu’s mind was flooded with alarm bells, and without any hesitation, he activated his life-saving teleportation skill, flashing to a spot a kilometer away.

However, the Waste Lion seemed to have anticipated his evasion direction, and pointed forward in a gesture that was slow but in fact extremely fast.

*Kaka Kaka Kaka—*

The spiderweb cracks scattered in the space rapidly spread along the direction the Waste Lion pointed, catching up with Ju Tianfu’s figure before he could react, weaving a spherical cage around him.

And the cracks themselves, after less than half a second’s delay, expanded dramatically, erupting with intensely scorching flames.

Winter God – Xuan Ming!

In the face of the crisis, Ju Tianfu suddenly widened his eyes, the black-brown of his pupils instantly replaced by a clear, deep blue.

The skin and clothing on his body also transformed into translucent ice crystals.

Severe winter chill, piercing cold, the wind from Buzhou, Xuan Ming controlling the snow.

The direct collision between Xuan Ming's divine power and the Waste Lion’s demonic fire caused countless tiny ice shards to condense in the space. The air currents were torn into thousands of strands, and the ground beneath his feet melted and froze in an instant, repeating the cycle.

The Waste Lion coldly watched Ju Tianfu, who was struggling to support himself within the fiery cage a thousand miles away, and lightly tapped forward with his fingertip.

*Boom!*

Vast, materialized demon power poured out in the form of a sky-covering black mist, engulfing Ju Tianfu above. It instantly ignited from above, transforming into a pillar of fire reaching the heavens.

The high temperature generated by the raging flames directly evaporated the moisture contained in the surrounding trees, turning the branches into charred wood. The flames themselves burned a bottomless, pitch-black hole ten meters in diameter into the ground.

But, the Waste Lion’s face showed no expression of joy.

The cage had been broken.

He shifted his gaze to the right, and through the towering trees of the primeval forest, he could clearly see Ju Tianfu sitting, leaning against the roots of a certain tree.

The latter's body was emitting flames, the corners of his clothes flickering with the red light of burning, and his face was covered with porcelain-like, fine cracks – the result of being eroded by the Waste Lion’s demonic power.

Around his waist was tied a rope, the other end of which was held in the hand of the suddenly appearing Sesshoin.

While casually releasing the rope, causing it to turn into specks of white light, Sesshoin quickly said to Ju Tianfu using telepathy: "This is the giant's heart. For the past two hours, players from other worlds and transcendent beings suspected to be gods and saints have been arriving here, killing each other.

The Waste Lion killed everyone else and survived to the end.

I suspect there may be some kind of mechanism here in the heart that will open at a specific time. Controlling the mechanism would allow you to gain control of the giant, just like the last Door of Creation battle. That's why those transcendent beings are fighting to the death for it."

"A mechanism to control the giant..."

Ju Tianfu was about to ask, but Sesshoin interrupted him with a wave of her hand.

The latter stepped forward and said loudly to the Waste Lion: "Long time no see, Lord Waste Lion. Why don't I see the demon generals by your side this time?

I have an item that might be able to solve the Demon Sunflower problem. If you're interested, maybe we can make a deal and have temporary peace..."

"They are all dead."

The Waste Lion took a step forward expressionlessly, his increasingly powerful demon power materializing, like a cloud covering the sky and the sun, pressing down on Sesshoin and Ju Tianfu from a distance of a thousand meters, causing the two to gasp for breath.

"They are all dead..."

The Waste Lion's tone gradually became lower, and the black cloud of demon energy covered and crushed the tallest trees in the jungle, turning the dense branches and leaves into powder without a sound.

Sesshoin and Ju Tianfu's expressions changed drastically. They were shocked to realize that their bodies seemed to have fallen into thick glue, making it difficult to move. Some of the items in their inventories could not be used either.

That black cloud had the ability to block space teleportation and prevent escape.

After the Door of Creation battle, what other opportunities did the Waste Lion get...

Ju Tianfu gritted his teeth, his mind racing, wondering if there was any other way to extricate himself from the current predicament besides using his final and most crucial trump card.

Fortunately, his hesitation did not last long.

*Zheng—*

The sound of something tearing through the air rang out from above. A spear-like weapon, more than five meters long, fell diagonally from the sky, penetrated the center of the battlefield, pierced through the thick fallen leaves, and dug deep into the rock layer.

It was a long, narrow weapon that emanated a distant, ancient aura, with a rustic wooden shaft and a golden, dazzling spearhead engraved with rune letters.

This aura...

Ju Tianfu was horrified. The spear was actually attached with strong divine power, and its level was no less than the Xuan Ming divine power he possessed.

Considering the spear's own shape...

Could it be Gungnir, the eternal spear used by the Norse god Odin, known as the 'comet' that never misses its target?

There are many types of spear weapons in the Killing Game, including imitations of the Eternal Spear that possess the causality attribute of never missing.

Such as the Spear of Impaling Barbed Death, and so on.

But only this one could give Ju Tianfu the feeling that the divine power around his body was being suppressed.

The Waste Lion, who also saw Gungnir falling from the sky, similarly contracted his pupils. Now that the Eternal Spear had appeared, its user must be nearby.

*Boom!*

Ten thousand feet of lightning lit up in the sky, and a tall figure, wearing blood-stained golden armor and riding an eight-legged horse, flashed out of the lightning.

He wore an eye patch, had a thick beard, and an awe-inspiring expression. The only remaining eye flashed with unceasing lightning.

Although he had a severed right arm and his golden armor was full of cracks, amber blood seeped out of them continuously.

But his aura still caused the surrounding air to slowly congeal. Ju Tianfu below even felt the skin on his head splitting open – a primal reaction when Xuan Ming's divine power was under intense threat.

The knight who appeared in the lightning, with his unique appearance and the majestic divine power surrounding him, all proved his identity.

Odin, the King of Gods of the Aesir.

To be precise, a Saint of Odin.

Ju Tianfu could feel the majestic divine power and pure divinity contained within the opponent.

The Saint, who resembled Odin, was indeed far stronger than him in terms of strength, but not to the extent that he felt like his soul would be destroyed with just a glance.

The opponent was more like a mortal saint who had inherited Odin's divinity, had some of Odin's characteristics, and had a similar way of thinking as Odin - only when the divinity was completed could he become a true God-King.

Replacing the dead gods in a sense, or fusing with the will left behind by the dead gods.

Ju Tianfu had no time to think about whether the "Saint" becoming a god was a disguised form of being possessed.

He only saw Odin looking down at the world, and when his gaze swept over the mortal saint of the Winter God Ullr, a trace of sadness, anger, and...

A trace of intense unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

The next second, the head of Odin's Saint exploded in mid-air, along with the eight-legged divine steed he was sitting on, turning into a bloody mist in the sky.