Chapter 34 Father

The slaughter lasted from day to night, until the warm sea water turned cold, until the pure blue sea water turned red with blood, and until both the water and the seabed were full of corpses.

Nearly 20,000 monsters were killed, leaving only a few thousand remaining. The monsters were scared and used their last bit of strength to find a weakness in the encirclement, and then broke out from it, fleeing instinctively towards the dark and cold trench they came from.

Yesel pursued, laughing as he summoned his warriors and followers as if calling upon the athletes of the Divine city to their place of origin.

"Chase them!" he commanded. "Drive them back to the Demon Abyss! These criminals should stay in the eternal dark realm that never sees the daylight."

The power of other high-level Priest could move at most a head-sized stone, but Yesel could not only lift his body, but also control the wind to fly. He flew high in the sky, sprinting in the forefront of the army while the seven fusion monsters below ripped the waves and slammed into the distance. Thousands of Hiinsa soldiers followed his silhouette.

Yesel felt extremely happy, chasing those sinners with nowhere to go into the sky. He desperately squeezed the power of his own bloodline and the cup of the sun to the bottom of the bottomless trench.

But he didn't notice that the cup of the sun that he had lived with had changed. As the battlefield spread to the deep-sea Demon Abyss, the front line also stretched to the extreme. Yesel rushed to the forefront in order to prevent a large number of criminals from escaping into the deep sea. He gradually separated from the main force, leaving only a few royal guards and a starfish-like fusion monster to follow.

But that powerful and unmatched power made him fearless. The seabed not far away was a bottomless trench, and Yesel stepped above the sea and rushed into the monster group alone, allowing a dozen monsters to besiege him.

"God, protect me!" he exclaimed as he raised his scepter high. "I will deliver justice to these blasphemers!"

The guards and fusion monster were stunned by Yesel's courage and followed him. One guard shouted, "Protect the King!" and the other guard replied, "We will give our lives to protect him!"

Yesel felt a sense of pride and security as he charged towards the monsters. He knew that with his powers and the loyalty of his followers, he could overcome any obstacle.

Seven or eight monsters were launched high into the air by the force of the massive wave Yesel had created. In mid-air, the monsters were torn apart, turning into nothing but a mass of rotten flesh.

A tall criminal, standing over two meters tall, lunged towards Yesel, arms outstretched to strike. He leaped from the surface of the water and soared towards Yesel. The monster's terrifying mouth was agape, but no sound escaped it. Though it was furious to see so many of its kind fall before its eyes, even the most foolish of creatures could feel its extreme sadness.

Yet, no matter how angry it was, it couldn't bridge the vast gap in power between itself and Yesel. With a mere flick of his wrist, Yesel reached out and seized the monster in mid-air with a crushing grip, as if crushing an insect between his fingers.

The King of Hiinsa, wearing his crown, took a closer look at the monster. If a creature could grow to such a monstrous size, it must have been a direct descendant of the bloodline.

The mere thought of such a monster once sharing the same bloodline as himself made Yesel feel nauseous. "How repugnant," he muttered. "Descendants of a killer."

In an instant, Yesel closed his fingers around the monster. The creature broke apart in mid-air, its innards raining down into the sea with a sickening sound. Thousands of soldiers from the Kingdom of Hiinsa watched this spectacle unfold before them. In that moment, Yesel was like an embodiment of a spiritual god.

"The King!"

"The Wise King!"

"God's power is irresistible. Destroy these sinners!" The nearby royal guards burst out into cheers, and it all seemed more like a celebration than a war. A grand performance dedicated to a spiritual god. Meanwhile, the cup of the sun on Yesel's shoulder shone brighter and brighter, its golden rays illuminating the area like a true sun.

He beckoned the cup of sun on his shoulders to release the magical world illusion above the water. Monster after monster lost their way, emerging from under the seabed, and Yesel killed them on the spot, even watching them turn on each other.

Yesel walked on the water, killing these criminals with ease, moving with smooth and effortless steps as if he were dancing. He felt like the protagonist, presenting the most beautiful piece of music to the Spiritual God, using God's power to punish God's sinners.

"Ens!"

"Bune!"

"You two sinners who have blasphemed the Spiritual God, sons of fathers," Yesel declared. "Have you seen it? This is the power of God. This is the punishment that God has given you. It is the heavenly punishment for your sin of assassinating our father."

As Yesel used more power, the sun cup grew stronger. This weird flower, known as the Cup of God, had never encountered a person with such a powerful mythological bloodline. The other party unreservedly released their power to the cup, causing it to grow bigger and bigger unconsciously.

Finally, the cup suddenly moved by itself, emitting an ugly hiss. Yesel's swaying footsteps came to a halt, and his expression froze for a moment. He had lost control of his power and his body, stumbling from the surface of the sea into the water.

"What's going on?" Yesel cried out, terrified. His pupils looked diagonally towards his shoulder, where the originally beautiful cup of the sun had cracked and turned into a terrifying fanged creature, moving to bite him.

Yesel watched, helpless, as the creature's goal was not to kill him but to swallow the crown of wisdom he wore on his head. It was the Supreme Divine Artifact with the power of vast mythology and the power of the king of wisdom.

Yesel was panicked, roaring in his heart, but unable to make a sound. He wanted to call the Fusion Monster on the distant sea, but he couldn't even release his wisdom and power.

"No!" he screamed.

Suddenly, a huge force hit his back, making a booming sound. It was the sound of a sharp blade penetrating his Bone Armor. A furious monster emerged from under the water and attacked Yesel at that exact moment. Its sharp pointed cone pierced and tore Yesel's neck, separating his head from his body, which flew off into the distance like a ball.

The descendants of the father-killing son had delivered a fatal blow to Yesel, as if the hatred and unwillingness of their bloodline ancestor Ens remained in their bones and blood, breaking out at that moment.

The world was spinning around him. "How could this happen?" Yesel never thought that he would end up like this. He suddenly remembered what Ens had said. Even if he were banished to the abyss, he would come back to kill Yesel and take away his throne.

"Is this also destined?" he wondered. As the horizon was swallowed by the sea with a thump, Yesel's consciousness gradually plunged into darkness. He could no longer hear anything. The entire world was silent. In a daze, he suddenly saw a tall and warm silhouette in front of him. The figure stood backlit by the temple, casting a long shadow on the stone slab.

"Yesel!" the figure called out.

"Only gods are eternal. Even if we gain more, we will eventually decay and lose." There was ecstasy in Yesel's heart, and his spirit became uplifted in an instant, just like the last glorious light of the setting sun.

"Father!"

"Are you here to pick me up? Are you here to take me to the kingdom of God?"

Yesel sighed in relief, as if a stone that had been pressing on his heart for a lifetime had finally fallen to the ground.

"Ah! I knew God would forgive us."

He wanted to reach out and grab his father's hand, following him back to the temple of the Spiritual God, but at that moment he suddenly woke up, realizing that only his head remained.

Everything dissipated like a dream or a vision in a bubble, disappeared along with his consciousness.

The second generation of the Wisdom King Yesel was dead.

"Gulu lu," in the bubbling seawater, the crown on his head broke away and fell into the bottomless trench, always dark and cold.

One kilometer.

Five kilometers.

Ten thousand meters.

Until the Bottomless Abyss, that even Fusion Monsters could hardly reach, belonged to the Wisdom Kingship of the Sanye people.

Lost.