Chapter 418 - The Black Goat Mother Goddess Descends!

In the heretical world, a town with completely pitch-black architectural style.

On the streets were numerous bizarrely-shaped creatures. Some were humanoid but had seven or eight tumor-like heads, constantly dripping foul-smelling mucus. Others were non-humanoid flesh balls with densely packed eyeballs covering their bodies.

In short, grotesquely shaped, thoroughly eerie creatures lived here. They were the lowest existence in the heretical world. Without qualification for predation, they could only live cautiously.

"Rumble!" Suddenly, violent roaring erupted in the town! Massive tentacles descended from the sky like rain! Piercing straight through numerous buildings! Explosions continued, quickly turning everything into ruins!

"Swish!" On the other side of these tentacles, some unknown object was flung over, streaking across the sky! That familiar, unsettling giant face was none other than Pot of Greed.

From the pot opening atop his head, tentacles kept slithering out like loaches, extending hundreds to thousands of meters! This was his method of movement, extremely bizarre!

The numerous tentacles were mainly divided into two parts, front and back using force to fling Pot of Greed forward, achieving the 'effect of walking'. And the falling tentacles instantly destroyed that town from before.

This was the heretical world - the weak didn't even have the qualification to survive, the meaning to exist. In other worlds, there might still be people governing such disasters. Even the most supreme empires wouldn't destroy villages, since the humans and livestock there were their property.

But here, Pot of Greed wouldn't consider so much.

Soon, Pot of Greed arrived at a chaotic battlefield. On the battlefield, various strange creatures were slaughtering each other, their purpose neither territorial dispute nor love-hate grudges. Purely because the evil gods enjoyed such chaos.

If they didn't kill each other, they would be directly killed by the evil gods.

"You damn bastards, all you know is to waste time all day? Better off dead! Trash!" Pot of Greed's figure appeared before the battlefield, loudly mocking.

Several thousand tentacles formed a massive, kilometer-high body, supporting the pot head up. Looking like a giant monster.

At various positions on the battlefield:

A monster emanating black aura, with breath flickering like flames, stood atop a small mountain piled with severed heads and corpses. Madly ferocious. But his head was completely empty, no skull. He was the Third Evil God, Headhunter.

Originally a warrior from a higher realm, after death he was assimilated and revived by the Black Goat Mother Goddess to become a heretic.

Hearing the mocking voice, Headhunter drew out a bizarre double-bladed hook knife, snarling, "Greed, do you want to fight me?!"

Not far away, among scattered corpses stood an absolutely beautiful goddess radiating gentle radiance! As if completely out of place in this world. Like an angel who had accidentally broken her wings and fallen.

Her face was clean and flawless, like a priceless treasure. Her beautiful eyes were deep, with faint pearl light refracting gentle radiance that struck the heart! Her tempting lips curved slightly upward, revealing a healing smile.

Her slender jade hands gently clasped together against her chest, as if guiding people to climb that ravine. The light golden gauze dress on her body faintly revealed the most mysterious, most desired scenery.

Her small, delicate jade feet were bare, floating slightly in the air, untainted by the filthy, dirty earth.

However, after looking at her for more than a few seconds, one inexplicably felt extremely eerie. She always maintained this pose, this rigid smile, like a statue. Completely motionless. Or rather, more like a love doll.

Though every aspect was made more realistic than a real person, there was still an unsettling corpse-like feeling. She... was Smiling Angel.

Extremely evil, a creature craving slaughter and screams. The meaning of her birth from this world seemed to be shattering others' beautiful fantasies, then killing them.

The scattered corpses around her, without exception, had all been attracted by her stunning beauty, then mysteriously died.

When she saw Pot of Greed appear, this statue-like goddess's eyeballs began rigidly moving, locking onto Pot of Greed.

In the distance, Pot of Greed also looked at her without avoidance. Though looking at Smiling Angel almost guaranteed death, whether to kill the other party was up to Smiling Angel's will.

Only after the other party looked away three times would she gain a one-time attack effect causing a hundredfold damage - she could kill or not kill.

Pot of Greed wasn't so easily killed, so even looking at her, he wouldn't fight her.

At the center of the battlefield, Forbidden Death God in pitch-black massive ancient heavy armor stood there, continuously enjoying slaughter. Because these chaotic creatures would constantly trigger taboos themselves, then die from attacks by the forbidden domain.

The scalding blood covering his body had dyed his armor red. Still immersed in the pleasure of slaughter, he had no leisure to care about Pot of Greed.

At the western position, Silent Lamb wandered leisurely across the battlefield. He was covered in tattered clothing, with crimson eyes, limping with a crippled foot.

Looking like a mutant beastman, five to six meters tall, extremely gaunt. Under the tattered clothing, his flesh seemed moldy and rotted, extremely unsettling.

In his vicinity, every creature dared not make the slightest sound, the scene so quiet you could hear a pin drop. But still, creatures kept exploding and dying one by one!

Silence could be achieved, but mental silence was extremely difficult.

Hearing Pot of Greed's voice, Silent Lamb could only turn around without speaking. Only when seeing his face clearly did one discover that on his ruined face, there was no jaw! Even his tongue seemed to have been torn away.

You could still see the slightly trembling tonsils and the trachea opening and closing with breathing. Extremely unsettling!

And the last evil god, Grotesque Clown, was currently cackling weirdly at the southern edge of the battlefield.

"So fun!!! Kekeke!" His appearance still differed somewhat from circus clowns - if anything, he was more like the clown from "It."

With a massive head and mouth full of sharp teeth. The clown prank boxes he had set up, when touched, would shoot out fists that could directly smash creatures into chunks!

In his section of battlefield, he had placed tens of thousands of boxes, all invisible. Various creatures no longer dared fight, all being extremely cautious, not daring to move.

But if they didn't move, Grotesque Clown would create various illusions of each person's deepest fears, scaring them into having to move. One move and you're done for.

"Oh?" At this moment, Grotesque Clown noticed Pot of Greed in the distance. Then he took out a confetti gun, aiming it at his own head.

"Bang!" Brain matter splattered! Grotesque Clown's corpse fell to the ground and twitched a few times.

However, at the position closest to Pot of Greed sat a box. "Clang clang!" The already dead Grotesque Clown suddenly burst out from the box, still acting surprised by himself.

At this moment, Pot of Greed spoke again. "Calling you idle trash - is that wrong? Look what you're all doing?"

Hearing this, Headhunter was first to respond. "You seem to be doing something incredible yourself?! In my opinion, killing you would be meaningful!"

"Swish!" As he spoke, a powerful invisible arrow had already shot toward Pot of Greed's head!

Numerous tentacles formed a flesh wall, blocking it. When the tentacles moved away, Headhunter had already appeared before him!

Headhunter's Blade triggered its ability! "Swish!" Instantly attacking Pot of Greed's neck! That is, the bottle mouth position.

Several thousand tentacles were all severed! Falling to the ground like lively jumping snakes, making one's hair stand on end!

But the next second, numerous tentacles appeared again at the bottle mouth position. However, this time the tentacles were a different color. Wreathed in powerful magical radiance, they instantly swatted Headhunter away!

Landing steadily, Headhunter snorted coldly. "You monster, living with just that head, I really can't kill you..."

After all, his attack method was severing the opponent's head. But Pot of Greed had no neck, not even a head really - there was nowhere to sever.

As for tentacles, even if severed they could quickly regenerate.

"Enough. I didn't come here to fight, but to announce something. I have been summoned by people from the Forgotten Land." Pot of Greed smiled coldly, staring at everyone.

Hearing this, Forbidden Death God said irritably, "Look how smug you are. It's just getting some sacrificial offerings, right? You still have to help people with tasks - I'm not interested..."

The other evil gods felt the same, not thinking it was any big deal.

However, when Pot of Greed said these words, all the evil gods showed shock!

"The person who summoned me can't deliver the sacrificial offerings in the short term, so I can stay in the Forgotten Land for a very long time. I don't need to say more, do I? Kekeke..." Pot of Greed laughed unsettlingly, very evilly.

The Forgotten Land referred to the world where Lin Tian lived. Places without Dominion-level or higher existences were defined as the weakest worlds. Also called lands forgotten by the Supreme Will.

Immediately Headhunter said excitedly, "The Forgotten Land? The creatures there are extremely weak, and biological resources are very abundant! Beautiful scenery - it's a great place!!!"

"Great place, kekeke!"

The Grotesque Clown also echoed in agreement. Even the Smiling Angel, whose originally gentle and healing smile had become fierce and terrifying, nearly mad with excitement, said, "I hope the people there will like me..."

Then the Pot of Greed spoke again, "The purpose of my coming here is to find a way to open a passage between the two worlds. Do any of you know how?"

Upon hearing this, the evil gods who had been excited and thrilled moments before all found themselves in difficulty.

That was a rule established by the Supreme Will - no passages were allowed to exist between the two worlds. At most, they could use some special methods to teleport across.

"See, I knew you were all useless. In that case, I'll have to ask that lord," the Pot of Greed said with disdain.

That lord was naturally the Dominion-level existence, the Black Goat Mother Goddess.

But how could the other evil gods miss such an opportunity?

The Headhunter quickly intercepted, "Wait! Let me think! I came to this world through secret teleportation magic. If we can find higher-level teleportation secrets, maybe it could work."

Teleportation methods have a certain time limit. When this world discovers you don't belong to it, it will gradually begin to reject you, eventually dragging you back to your original world.

"Aren't you just stating the obvious!" the Pot of Greed said irritably.

If there were higher-level teleportation secrets, why would they bother looking for them?

At this moment, the Grotesque Clown's sinister and sleazy voice quietly spoke up. Grinning while speaking, he said, "Then, heh heh heh, then just make it so his sacrificial offerings can never be completed, right?"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the evil gods' eyes lit up!

"According to what you're saying, the creatures in the Forgotten Land are now facing mass extinction. The sacrificial offerings need to wait a thousand years for the creatures to reproduce sufficiently before the ritual can be completed..." the Headhunter coldly contemplated.

The Pot of Greed hummed in agreement, "Exactly so."

A thousand years was very brief for them, as each was a monster who had lived for tens of thousands of years.

The Grotesque Clown continued, "Heh heh heh, then, heh heh heh, just keep killing, suppressing the creatures of the Forgotten Land so they can't reach the required number for sacrificial offerings, right?"

"You're thinking too simply. Under the influence of the Supreme Will, any creature I kill will be counted among the sacrificial offerings, even my own soldiers..." the Pot of Greed said irritably.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have come looking for them at all.

The Headhunter suddenly thought of something, "Then couldn't we go kill them?"

Instantly, all the evil gods showed expressions of delighted excitement, revealing sinister grins.

This method could definitely work.

But there was still one point - non-summoned evil gods couldn't pass through the Ritual Gate to reach the Forgotten Land. They would be forcibly dragged back by the Supreme Will and subjected to punishment.

Seeing the evil gods fall silent again, the Pot of Greed let out a triumphant evil laugh, "Well then, let's go now! To see the scenery of the new world!"

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"

Tentacles flew out from within the pot, binding all five other evil gods in unison.

"What are you doing?!" All the evil gods immediately became alert, preparing to sever these filthy, disgusting tentacles.

The Pot of Greed quickly said, "Don't worry, I'll store you inside my body, then we can enter the Forgotten Land together. If you're unwilling, I'll release you right now..."

His pot body contained a special space that was extremely vast. Hundreds of millions of heretical armies were stored inside. The size of these evil gods was even less of a problem.

Upon hearing this, each one put away their previously fierce gazes, all becoming as docile as harmless babies.

"Then, let us depart..." the Pot of Greed grinned sinisterly.

Just as they were about to act, suddenly the gloomy sky above erupted with lightning and thunder!!

Endless pressure poured down like a flood!

"Boom!"

That was tangible pressure!

Every creature on the battlefield without exception prostrated themselves on the ground!

Even space itself was visibly trembling!

Instantly, all of the Pot of Greed's tentacles exploded and severed! He himself fell to the ground.

The Headhunter's arrogant flames completely dissipated as he knelt on one knee!

The Forbidden Death God's originally indispellable forbidden domain seemed to be controlled by a higher-level force, vanishing into nothingness on the spot!

The Smiling Angel's smile disappeared, fearfully lowering her head.

Even the Grotesque Clown was, for the first time, completely obedient, kneeling in place not daring to make a sound, his pupils trembling violently.

It seemed this was what he feared most.

"Whoosh!"

The creatures on the battlefield had bulging eyes and protruding veins! Their internal organs were about to be crushed, spitting out mouthfuls of fresh blood! They seemed ready to explode at any moment!

In the dark, oppressive sky above, a black graceful silhouette appeared illuminated by lightning!

She was the Dominion-level existence - the strongest evil god, the Black Goat Mother Goddess!