Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 952

Ever since he'd acquired the Lie Godhood, it had never surged with such power. This immense force was more than enough to sustain him as he stood on the collapsing pier that stretched out into the sea, brandishing a sacred blade that glinted against the tentacles rising from the depths.

Every swing of his sword left a searing white trail in the air. These arcs of light not only illuminated the chaos before him but also continuously seared any tentacle that dared to approach.

Hundreds of grotesque, black appendages surged from the fog, a writhing tide that swept toward the lone figure on the pier. Yet that small silhouette did not retreat a single step. His blade flashed, driving back the tentacles one by one, and the power of his godhood caused him to radiate a faint golden light through the mist.

Jenkins could feel his very godhood thrumming within him. Never before, outside of his full divine state, had he felt so powerful.

He had been wondering about the reason for this sudden surge, but as the shadowy form in the sea drew closer to the shore, fragments of information began to surface in his mind automatically.

The monster, summoned from the deepest reaches of the mirror world, was known in ancient epochs as the Polluting Beast of Chaos. It was not the descendant of some calamity, nor was it a Cursed Item created by a god or some other power. It was a creature born from the most primal concept of chaos itself—the antithesis of order in the world's grand balance.

During the 9th Epoch, this monster had emerged from the void and wreaked havoc upon the shadow world. After being expelled, it entered the material plane. It was the mid-point of the Ninth Epoch, and the one who had sealed it away in the form of a Saint was none other than the previous God of Lies—the very same deity who had deliberately lost a bet to Jenkins.

The power of the godhood still remembered its ancient foe. The remnants of the divine seal on the Polluting Beast of Chaos were agitating the Godhood of Lies, its sibling power.

Even though the godhood had a new master, the essence of that power was unmistakable. The source of this content ɪs novel~fire~net

Jenkins thought in astonishment. He had always imagined the previous God of Lies as someone who could play with the world using only lies and trickery, never expecting him to be so formidable.

His sword carved more trails of white light through the air as the writhing tentacles relentlessly stabbed out from the dense sea fog.

An unearthly cry reverberated, carrying with it a wave of energy that shook every soul to its core. Blood was already trickling from the corner of Jenkins's mouth. Compared to his magnificent soul, his physical body was painfully fragile.

"Wait... the God of Lies deliberately lost his godhood to me, and then, a mere three months later, I just happen to run into the monster he sealed... Have I been had?"

The feeling grew stronger and stronger, so much so that Jenkins wanted to find the God of Shadow and Stealth right now and demand an explanation.

He cursed inwardly, forcefully cleaving through two tentacles that had coiled together into one. A foul liquid sprayed from the wounds, but it was vaporized by the golden light radiating from his body before it could even touch him.

A deep roar sounded again.

The monster's form in the sea was becoming clearer, and the stench of rot and brine overwhelmed the damp air of the storm. It was as colossal as a mountain, a heaving mass composed primarily of writhing tentacles.

The primal fear of such a gargantuan creature nearly made Jenkins lose control. After suppressing the terror rising from the depths of his soul, he felt that the mere act of meeting its gaze for a single second would be enough to make him pass out from the sheer strain.

The low whispers gradually drowned out the sound of the rain. As the downpour soaked Jenkins to the bone, the vibrations began to rattle his eardrums and his very brain. The disordered, chaotic language was a supernatural force in itself. Unseen by Jenkins, beneath the waves and behind him on the shore, aquatic and terrestrial plants had already begun to mutate, twisting and swaying to the sound, slowly taking on the shape of tentacles.

There were still two minutes until the passage could be opened, and the sky before him was already crisscrossed with a web of white sword-scars. Jenkins let out a roar and leaped into the air again. He gathered all the spirit in his body and, channeling his full strength behind the latticework of light, swung his sword toward the dark shadow in the ocean.

A pure white phantom of the blade, dragging the entire web of sword-scars with it, shot toward the distant sea. For a moment, the shockwave actually punched through the eerie fog.

A deafening roar seemed to explode right next to his ear. Jenkins's eyes pierced the mist and saw the monster's writhing, gray-black skin. The ultimate chaos assaulted his soul. He let out an involuntary scream as blood poured from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

The sword strike had clearly wounded the monster, but it was still just a mortal blow. It was far from enough.

But all Jenkins wanted was to create a wound. The injury caused a golden radiance of divine power to spill from the surface of the tentacles. This light formed into chains that dragged the dark shadow a little deeper into the ocean.

From the point where the light converged, threads of gold drifted across the sea and through the fog toward the pier. The golden threads chased and tangled with one another in the mist, finally coalescing into a single, perfect drop of golden liquid, which was caught by a hand in the fog.

"Divinity? That old swindler really knew this day would come!"

Jenkins cursed the previous God of Lies for leaving him this mess, but he didn't hesitate to use Dream Soul Departure to send his soul flying from his body.

The moment the divinity merged with his soul, a pillar of pure white light pierced the dark clouds and dense fog, enveloping Jenkins. A sacred chorus completely suppressed the blasphemous whispers in the wind and rain.

He slowly ascended, the golden and white radiance around him dispelling the mist. With a wave of his hand, the White Bone Holy Sword flew into the air and into the god's grasp. The power of divinity poured into it, fully awakening the blade.

At its core, the White Bone Holy Sword was still the Skull Sword, but its time in the Evergreen Forest, near that colossal tree, had infused it with immense life force.

The spirits of life and death did not conflict or cancel each other out; instead, they coexisted harmoniously within the blade because of its wielder.

The divine power activated them completely. Amidst the rippling golden light, phantom images of a vast undead army, protected by vine armor and wielding wooden weapons, shimmered like a tide behind the god.

But they were not the focus. The focus was the single sword strike that the god unleashed with all his might. That strike seemed to freeze time and space, its ultimate brilliance causing heaven and earth to pale in comparison.

The sound of a mirror shattering was exceptionally clear as the sword swung. Great shards of a fractured mirror fell from the void into the sea, only to quickly merge back into the world, mending the cracks in space.

In that instant, the wind and rain stood still. The cat, still feigning unconsciousness, cracked open one eye. The golden light from the sky illuminated its pupil, so dazzling that the cat's eye itself seemed to gleam.