After Admitting The Wrong God They Regret It - Chapter 63
Yuanyuan gritted his teeth against the wind and rain, unwilling to listen to what Feng Yu was saying.
He kept the communicator open because he wanted to track where this scoundrel Feng Yu was taking the starship. Feng Yu, on the other hand, left the communicator on, probably thinking that with the storm coming, the entire galaxy would be changing, and Yuanyuan would be too busy and exhausted to chase him. He also wanted to see how they would handle the aftermath after the gods fell.
Yuanyuan looked up.
The dark purplish-red power enveloped the entire universe, making the god standing on the barrier seem like they were at the edge of the sky.
Xinghui single-handedly repelled the storm’s power, but the pollution power seeping through the damaged parts of the god’s barrier was too abundant and powerful.
The strands of colorful pollution seeped through the gaps between Xinghui’s pale, slender fingers, spreading quickly like vines climbing a tree, until they touched Xinghui’s cheek. The cold side of his face appeared even paler and more fragile under the color’s taint, making it all the more stunning.
The black-haired god, surrounded by pollution, remained calm and composed.
Yuanyuan still attempted to break through Xinghui’s barrier but was firmly held back.
He wanted to curse, but looking at Xinghui blocking his way, he ultimately didn’t say anything. He just kept trying to pass through the barrier, doing everything he could.
Xinghui even sensed Yuanyuan’s fierce and destructive mental power gently brushing against the god’s barrier, almost as if Yuanyuan was trying to act weak and pitiful.
At that moment, Yuanyuan could no longer support himself; his six wings retracted, and he fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string.
He looked at the purplish-red sky, feeling a sense of confusion in his heart.
The Kela tribe had only two members left. He remembered ten years ago, when he took the Kela tribe’s scepter from his elders, fully assuming the power. He had promised in the storm that even if the Kela tribe was to perish, he would leave a strong mark and do more, uniting all members of the alliance.
It seemed he had accomplished none of that.
In his peripheral vision, countless figures soared.
Yuanyuan was stunned.
He was falling, and the demon tribe unfolded their wings, trying to fly up to the sky.
Seeing Yuanyuan’s frustration, the demon tribe was even more anxious than he was.
Their hearts and eyes were full of others.
This was the most arrogant and indifferent demon tribe.
“Xinghui! Whatever you want to do, we’ll discuss it when we return!” Yuanyuan, enraged by the god, struggled to maintain his position within the barrier, his wings bristling.
Xinghui, however, did not look back, keeping the demons almost unscathed.
But hearing Yuanyuan’s voice, Xinghui glanced at his angry follower, his hair standing up due to the wind and storm.
How bold, not even addressing him properly!
Despite the situation, Xinghui’s heart raced.
No, you’re a god; don’t panic! Show your authority! Just like when you first faced the demon tribe, hold firm even if it means death with dignity! Moreover, there’s still a 70-80% chance of success.
Xinghui calmed his heartbeat.
“Do you think you can dominate the entire galaxy?”
Xinghui’s pale fingers tightened in an instant.
He crushed the storm’s power entwining his palm and fingers, dissipating the storm power crawling up his cheek at the same time.
The divine fragments seemed to have their own consciousness, frantically circling around Xinghui, repeatedly smashing the storm power.
The outermost shattered god barrier began to expand outward, like a large net, continuously approaching the crack where the storm appeared.
The storm grew more agitated.
This time, it learned its lesson, avoiding getting too close to Xinghui but surrounding him completely.
Xinghui was enveloped, and the purplish-red sky turned into complete darkness.
Xinghui, experienced with such darkness, remained calm, continuing his work without any delay.
Eventually, the scene before him changed, as if the storm had twisted space into a mirage or a different time and space.
The scene shifted from a deserted island to a desolate city, showing four or five places, resembling a planet within the galaxy, not as vast as the galactic world.
Everywhere had signs of storm attacks and disasters.
Xinghui even saw people in one of these spaces with powers similar to those inside Yuejian. It was a desolate city where people numbly searched for food, struggling to survive under the claws of monsters, and these powers were referred to as “special abilities” by the people.
Xinghui had a clear understanding of how Yuejian arrived here and how he used the divine fragments to naturally take over the god’s position.
The storm seemed to be flaunting its spoils, trying to shake Xinghui.
The storm’s relentless barrage of words showed Xinghui the current state of the alliance.
Various races were fleeing, collapsing from genetic diseases on the way.
Some cried out to the abyssal gods for help, while others cursed everything while holding the corpses of their loved ones, questioning the gods and their faith.
Not long ago, they had been praising the golden-haired god and denigrating him.
Countless people harbored hostility toward him, repeatedly cursing him, asking why he didn’t die, why he seized the golden-haired god’s power.
Putting aside these people, look at those he protected, the alliance, the resplendent star imperial family.
Were such people worth saving?
Why resist him?
At times like these, shouldn’t it be better to let things take their course?
The storm continued to use its malicious visions to try to undermine Xinghui.
Wherever it went, it brought disaster, and Xinghui saw too many who, tangled in malice, collapsed and did things they would never have done before.
Even gods could be vulnerable and fragile in this aspect.
The storm even made a concession, negotiating with Xinghui with its limited cunning. It wouldn’t go to the desolate star systems for now, which would also help it get revenge on those ungrateful beings.
The greed and desire were almost overflowing.
Xinghui looked up, sneering.
“Playing word games with me? You rely on devouring the strong, don’t you?”
Once he truly devours the entire alliance and turns most of the galaxy into his spoils, even if there were ten of him, they wouldn’t be able to stop this storm.
“Do you think such words can shake me?”
The black-haired god’s white shirt collar flapped wildly, like a flower blooming in the air.
“I suggest if you really want to say something, you should have done it a year in advance.”
Xinghui was now surrounded by countless waves and storms.
Invisible yet tangible.
The strongest waves tightly wrapped around Xinghui’s waist.
These were his connections with his believers, and Xinghui hesitated not at all.
The storm’s voice paused momentarily, seemingly unable to understand why Xinghui didn’t follow its plan.
At that moment, the purplish-red storm power surrounding the black-haired god dissipated in an instant.
The light of the divine fragments beside Xinghui grew even brighter.
The reporters huddled in the corner angrily finished capturing the fake god’s appearance, finally witnessing a large breach in the barrier. The god stood before those powers, not allowing the storm’s pollution to advance further.
It was unclear what their emotions were, but some cameras focused on Xinghui’s side profile.
Even when the high-tech equipment across the galaxy was almost malfunctioning, the alliance’s communication still flickered on.
Thus, on the screen, the god’s beautifully delicate face was filled with coldness and composure. The purplish-red power around him dissipated, entangling but failing to taint him. The light from the divine fragments flashed brightly, casting an intense glare on the god’s face. This calmness seemed to bring some peace to the panicked crowd.
Xinghui raised a hand, and the barrier brightened further.
“We are enemies. There is only destruction, no negotiation.”
Not to mention that his resistance against the storm was due to his responsibility as a god, rather than protecting those who had nothing to do with him. It just so happened that the people he wanted to protect were also behind him.
The little god’s black hair was blown across his forehead and eyes by the wind, casting shifting shadows. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing.
“Don’t harbor delusions.”
He still had many tasks to complete and a lot of pollution to eliminate. As his words fell, Xinghui’s preparations were completed.
The god barriers across the universe instantly contracted, compressing the storm’s power and beginning to seal the cracks caused by the storm’s assault, attempting to push the storm’s power back.
The light of the divine fragments grew brighter, and Xinghui felt his mental power deplete instantly.
All the barriers exerted force at once, pushing back the storm’s greedy and restless power.
He couldn’t completely eliminate the cosmic storm right now.
But that didn’t mean he had no way to handle it, and this wasn’t even the storm’s full form.
“Behave and go back.”
Xinghui’s voice was cold.
Even the storm didn’t expect this move.
The meteor shower continued, but the purplish-red power dissipated instantly, and the bright light was the god barriers sealing the cracks in the galaxy.
Since Xinghui said he would give it a try, he had been systematically searching out all the storm’s manifestations, aiming to push the storm back.
It had to be said that it was indeed effective.
But it was really exhausting; he missed the strawberry-flavored nutrient solution of the demon tribe.
Xinghui felt his heart pounding, his brain aching from overuse of mental power. As his body leaned back, Yuanyuan caught him just in time.
Xinghui relaxed, leaning into Yuanyuan’s arms.
The storm seemed to have lessened, and the vibrations of the disaster and the meteor shower overhead appeared to be gradually weakening. Xinghui’s hair flicked and lightly brushed against Yuanyuan’s chin.
It tickled Yuanyuan a bit.
It’s over…
Xinghui reviewed everything he had just done. It had been so hurried and urgent that he hadn’t paid much attention to his divine image. Relying on the high altitude and Yuanyuan’s shield, he leaned comfortably in his arms.
Xinghui blinked, unable to view himself from an outsider’s perspective.
He also felt his weakness, so tired that he could barely lift his fingers.
Sleepy, wanting to rest.
After all, even resisting only half of the storm’s power had long exceeded his limits.
But he had done quite well.
As the storm dispersed, the purplish-red mist cleared, the disaster subsided, and the sky began to clear.
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Author’s Note:
Yuanyuan: Waaa, my dear, my dear, you’ve suffered!
Xinghui: The follower’s hair is standing up, pat pat.
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I’ve written this, feeling satisfied~
Ugh, why do I keep coughing? I’ve tried various things, including cough medicine. I don’t know when I’ll get better. _(:з」∠)_
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