CHAPTER 238: THUNDER FIRE WAR GOD

The tall youth spoke wild words, then glared at Carlotta, from whose eyes a beam of lightning immediately surged forth, like two purple dragons roaring toward Carlotta, carrying a destructive aura.

"I’m afraid I’ve run into a lunatic."

Carlotta shook her head.

She swung the sword in her hand; the sword-light flashed, as if capable of splitting the heavens, and instantly severed all incoming lightning.

The tall youth’s cold voice echoes throughout the surrounding space, "Gaoh is number one in the world; I am second. But that’s merely a matter of luck. Now, I can absolutely defeat Gaoh and restore my rightful name!"

"What the hell does that have to do with me!"

Carlotta raised her hand and slashed with her sword.

Brilliant sword-light pierced across the sky, carrying dazzling radiation, landing before the tall youth.

The so-called World’s Second sneered and declared: "I say, let all things fall into silence!"

Like a god, he spoke with finality. An inexplicable ripple spread along with his voice, instantly warping the before him, causing Carlotta’s sword-light to dim.

"You’re not Gaoh, yet for a moment you made me mistake you for him. Since that’s the case, then you shall suffer part of Gaoh’s fate in his place."

As he spoke, the tall youth’s eyes brimmed with killing intent.

He raised his hand again. Lightning and fire simultaneously emerged in the sky above. Thunder and flames roared together, shaking heaven and earth, sweeping toward Carlotta and instantly engulfing her.

He claimed to be second in the world, just beneath someone named Gaoh, and naturally his abilities were extraordinary.

Even Carlotta’s expression turned slightly serious.

Of course, her seriousness stemmed mainly from the fact that his strength surpassed hers, he was actually a middle tier Weaver!

"Even if my condition has issues, and I can currently only perform at the level of a middle tier Weaver, I am still unrivaled among Weavers!"

The tall youth shouted loudly.

Struck by lightning and fire, Carlotta did not choose defense, but instead launched a direct attack.

Behind her, a figure wreathed in holy light appears, a different version of herself, clad in white, calm expression.

This manifestation turned into a streak of white light, slashing through the sky of lightning and fire. It easily found an opening, broke out, then, moving at an unevadable speed, flashed directly before the tall youth, and the sword-light fell!

Although the tall youth instantly activated defenses, even causing his Faith Flame to boil, he was still struck by the sword, leaving a bloody, gaping wound.

Yet he truly was powerful. Despite the gruesome injury, his aura did not diminish much.

"Who exactly is this... rivaling Gaoh... no, approaching Gaoh?"

The tall youth murmured to himself.

Looking afar, he saw his own lightning and fire entangling and exploding, turning a vast region ahead into nothingness.

Although he couldn’t yet see the details, the tall youth had exceptional confidence in his own attack power. He believed Carlotta would surely suffer greatly under this blow, perhaps even annihilated.

But in the very next instant, a sword-light tore through the smoke from the explosion. Carlotta appeared before his eyes, unharmed, her sword-light chilling the eight directions as she continued slashing toward the tall youth.

At this moment, the tall youth’s expression finally changed.

He took a deep breath. Faith Flame surged from his mouth and nose. Behind him, one illustration space after another emerged, manifestations of his inner impressions. Countless people can be seen kneeling on the ground, praying fervently, their target of worship being the tall youth himself.

"Thunderfire War God, I beseech your attention."

"Almighty Thunderfire War God, your believer needs your aid."

"May I be with the Thunderfire War God."

Undoubtedly, the tall youth walked the Path of Faith. In the eyes of many people, he was equivalent to a god, acknowledged by countless people.

At this moment, waves of faith surged toward him, rapidly swirling around the Thunderfire War God’s body, forming a massive faith-construct wreathed in lightning arcs and erupting flames, this was his Thunderfire War Body, while his true self hid within it.

"Boom!"

The sword-light Carlotta slashed down was neutralized by lightning and fire released from the Thunderfire War Body’s hand. At the point of collision, violent explosions continued one after another, outward continuously, the scene particularly terrifying spreading.

The Thunderfire War God roared loudly, repelling Carlotta, then rode the thunder and fire charging forward, fiercely and relentlessly attacking her.

Back and forth they fought, battling across this region. Sword-light, lightning, fire, clashing without cease, thunderous booms echoing, as if destroying heaven and earth itself.

If such a battle occurred in the imperial capital Kestholm, the entire capital would be utterly destroyed.

The battle continued for a long time, until Carlotta suddenly asked, "Do you know that you’re merely an impression created by a god, rather than a truly existing life?"

She had studied the vocabulary in intelligence reports for a long time before finally managing to organize the sentence.

As for her earlier words, they had all been in First World language, never expecting him to understand.

As Carlotta’s words were spoken, the Thunderfire Warrior’s movements immediately paused, as if plunged into some memory.

He stared at Carlotta and said, "Who exactly are you?"

"You should answer my question first."

Carlotta countered.

The Thunderfire War God coldly replied, "Even if I am merely an impression left behind by my true self from long ago, I still possess the complete power of my true self. Such a me will not lose to anyone."

As he spoke, the Thunderfire War God resumed his fierce assault.

Carlotta fought him for some time before organizing her words again, saying, "Countless years have passed outside. All gods have already died. Do you want to know more, more events, more changes? I can tell you. But in return, you must answer my questions and tell me what I wish to know."

Speaking such a passage was truly difficult for Carlotta.

She didn’t understand the language of the Eighth World. Everything she said was learned on the spot, and she was simultaneously fighting while learning, how arduous it was, impossible to describe.

After finishing the words, Carlotta also stared earnestly at the Thunderfire War God, waiting for his reply.

The Thunderfire War God paused again, as if digesting Carlotta’s words. After a long while, he said, "Have changes in the outside world really been this enormous? But no matter how great the changes, what do they have to do with me? Matters that should trouble my original self, let my original self deal with them. I only need to handle my own affairs."

After finishing his words, the Thunderfire War God launched another fierce assault against Carlotta, wielding lightning in one hand and flames in the other. The aura he emitted was exceptionally terrifying, truly living up to his self-proclaimed title as the second strongest in existence.

Carlotta frowned. She had painstakingly learned so many words to speak, yet the other party refused to cooperate?

She temporarily held back, waited a moment, then asked again, "What responsibilities do you have?"

"None of your damn business."

The Thunderfire War God bluntly replied.

Carlotta couldn’t endure it anymore.

Even someone with her notoriously bad temper had gone out of her way to speak politely this time, trying to learn something. Yet this fellow didn’t give her the slightest respect. In that case, what else was there to say?

Immediately, Carlotta unleashed the Star Goddess. In the sky above, a massive planet manifested as she activated her ability, then crashed down heavily toward the Thunderfire War God.

This attack was enough to make the Thunderfire War God’s expression shift, his eyes revealing surprise.

The enormous celestial body descended with overwhelming force, completely enveloping the Thunderfire War God.

Following that came an almost irresistible pulling force, dragging the Thunderfire War God forcefully into the planet. No matter how desperately he struggled, he couldn’t break free from this state.

Before the vast planet, the Thunderfire War God’s figure appears exceptionally small, as he plunged helplessly into its depths.

Just like the previous time she had used the Star Goddess, anyone sucked into the planet would be unable to escape, endlessly falling and falling until they crashed into the planet’s core.

And in truth, this entire planet was composed of swords. The moment someone plunged into its surface, they would instantly suffer attacks from every single sword forming the planet.

Previously, Elliot of the Velmoria Empire, who had ambushed Carlotta, was torn to pieces by this attack. A mighty high-tier Weaver, he died without even a body to bury.

Now, it was the Thunderfire War God’s turn to face this strike.

"Boom!"

He too crashed into the surface without exception. In an instant, his body was sliced by millions of blades. His body faith shattered immediately, and even his original form became severely wounded, horribly mutilated, nearly dying.

Yet regardless, the Thunderfire War God survived the attack, something that even made Carlotta glance at him in surprise.

Even if she could currently only exert the power of an early tier Weaver, the Thunderfire War God from World No. 8 was clearly stronger than Elliot.

Still, surviving was one thing, it didn’t change the Thunderfire War God’s situation. He was no longer capable of fighting.

At this moment, Carlotta finally managed to learn another sentence, and said bluntly, "You’re far too weak compared to Gaoh."

This sentence undoubtedly delivered a massive blow to the Thunderfire War God. He struggled to rise, but couldn’t get up at all, only wearing an expression of bitter resentment on his face.

Carlotta continued, "I’m merely an early tier Weaver. You, as a middle tier Weaver, still can’t defeat me. And yet you claim to be second in the world? That’s truly laughable."

This sentence struck the Thunderfire War God even harder than the previous one, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood right then and there.

Whether he was truly inferior to Gaoh wasn’t for the other to decide. But the undeniable fact was, despite having a higher strength, he had still been defeated.

Could it be that his title as the second strongest in the world was truly a joke?

Seeing that she had inflicted sufficient damage, Carlotta raised her sword, intending to quickly finish off this opponent. She knew that once she killed him, she could break through the current environment and return to Amelia’s side.

"W-wait!"

The Thunderfire War God hastily cried out. "I’ll talk. I’ll tell you everything."

At this moment, he no longer dared to resist in the slightest, because she truly could kill him. Even though this wasn’t his original body, but merely an Impression, he still didn’t want to perish here.

"Speak. My patience is limited. Think carefully and answer properly."

Carlotta said coldly.

The Thunderfire War God could clearly sense Carlotta’s killing intent, prompting him to sigh.

Then, he said: "Beings like us have been given orders from the gods. We must carry out tasks for them, so you can’t kill us."

"All the gods are dead. Who are you trying to frighten with their names? Speak in detail."

Carlotta retorted.

She also pointed out an issue: she had already encountered other Impressions in this city, but those Impressions had no idea about their own circumstances. They still believe themselves to be participating in some trial set by the gods.

To this, the Thunderfire War God offered an explanation, "Their level is too low. Only those who reach a certain strength are qualified to know certain things. And though I’ve lost to you, I am truly the second strongest in the world. Thus, I know things others do not."

Being ranked second in the world grants him a unique status and authority, which allowed him access to certain knowledge, unlike the other clueless Impressions.

He told Carlotta that the existence of Impressions like himself was the carefully arranged plan of the gods, each possessing a significant purpose.

"The gods said that in the future, terrifying enemies may appear, enemies whose numbers could far exceed imagination. At that time, a catastrophic calamity is bound to occur. Our existence is meant to fight these calamities; we are one of the countermeasures prepared."

"What kind of calamity specifically?"

Carlotta’s expression turned serious.

"I don’t know. But our strength has a necessary purpose and must not be wasted."

The Thunderfire War God replied.

"So you don’t actually know much? You’re just supposed to wait around as a group of Impressions for the enemies to come?"

Carlotta clearly wasn’t satisfied with this answer.

The Thunderfire War God replied earnestly: "It’s not simply about waiting. The gods said that if the day truly comes when we must fight, we must also choose a leader among ourselves, a leader who will command us. As for who that leader will be, it’s up to us to decide."

As he spoke, a hopeful gleam flashed in his eyes. Clearly, he had aspired for that leadership position.

Carlotta gave him a sidelong glance: "You, second strongest from World No. 8, actually think you can become the leader? There are so many other worlds out there."

"What ’World No. 8’?"

The term ’World No. 8’ was merely Carlotta’s own naming. The Thunderfire War God clearly didn’t quite understand.

But he could grasp the general meaning.

He earnestly told Carlotta that in his own world, he was the strongest among equals beneath the Exalted rank, the undisputed number one.

When he said he was second in the world, he meant second place across all worlds combined!