CHAPTER 365: 0309 1 VS 29999_2

"The swan feather fell to the right of the scales, used to weigh the lightness of sins!"

"If virtuous deeds surpass all, the heart lighter than a feather, thou shalt return to Heaven and enjoy its blessings."

"If thou commit unforgivable sins that make thy heart heavier than the bird’s feather, the mouth of the Crocodile God will be thy destination!"

As Senior Emma finished her narration, the swan feather slowly drifting toward the right tray suddenly seemed to be pulled by gravity, clattering as it fell into the right tray, causing the left tray of the scales to jerk upward suddenly.

However, with the "grounding" of the swan feather, the bleeding heart on the left also became activated in some way. The vivid red blood vanished, replaced by alternating streams of gold and black liquid that pattered onto the tray.

Whenever a light and clear golden liquid splattered out, the tray would rise a bit. When it was the black and heavy liquid gurgling, the tray holding the heart would suddenly press down.

After about half a minute passed, the heart of the Goddess of Fortune completely deflated, with muddied black interspersed with hints of pale gold liquid, already filled the tray, causing the right tray holding the feather to lift high.

"Hiss... gurgle..."

Before Senior Emma could pronounce judgment, the crocodilian shadow at the bottom of the Emerald Valley had already joyfully raised its head, letting out a low and hoarse hiss. The ground under the thirty thousand divine corpses suddenly turned murky, with one shadow of a crocodile after another appearing...

"Get out!!!"

As countless shadows of crocodiles surfaced on the "water," ready to feast on the "sinner’s" body, the heaps of heads piled in the Emerald Valley simultaneously shook, suddenly ditching the crown of thorns on their heads, and glared at the crocodiles with their gaping mouths, roaring:

"What are you? Daring to covet my flesh? Scram! Go back to the Realm of the Dead! This place is not for you!"

After momentarily halting the eager Crocodile God, the divine corpse under Senior Emma’s foot struggled again, both hands gripped the rapier stabbed in its heart, ignoring the blade splitting its palms, using brute force to desperately pull it up.

And the countless heads accumulated in the valley all simultaneously turned, glaring from all directions at the pale-faced Emma, blue veins bulging, roaring with sinister eyes:

"I am the True God! True God! And you are nothing but a mortal!"

"Listen to me! No matter what I’ve done in the past, you have no right to judge me!"

"The only thing you can do is kneel to me! Offering all your worth! Even your soul! Bring me everything of yours!"

With the constant struggle of the Goddess of Fortune, the long sword pierced into her chest was actually being pulled out bit by bit, while the countless shadows of crocodiles wandering in the Emerald Valley timidly closed their mouths, hesitantly retreating a little, although not completely left, seemed ready to turn and escape at any moment.

"Damn, it seems even her body can’t be destroyed this time."

Seeing this scene, the lazy young man at the mountain peak could not help but sigh with regret as he sorrowfully said:

"Emma’s situation is worse than I imagined, I thought she at most couldn’t activate the [Axis of the Dead] and deal with the soul of the Goddess of Fortune, but didn’t expect even the [Satisfying Scales] can’t hold up."

"Senior Tom!"

Seeing the situation in the Emerald Valley deteriorating rapidly, Leon couldn’t help but said urgently:

"Stop just talking here, think of a way! For instance, perform another ritual, or..."

"How? With what?"

Struggling to raise his right hand, showing Leon his withered blood vessels, the lazy young man said somewhat irritably:

"Just to trap her, my blood is almost drained, just with that broken bandage of yours, it’s at the limit to ensure I don’t die from organ failure, and not a drop of blood has been replenished.

Moreover, rituals in mysticism, to put it bluntly, are ways to leverage power, whether it’s borrowing from the world, other true gods, or the past and future, something is needed for me to leverage.

But this place is not our world, it’s a special space created with a fragment of the [Land of Bliss] of the God of Agriculture and Pastoralism, I can’t borrow the power from the original world.

Even the owner of this place is the Goddess of Fortune, other true gods’ powers need her permission to enter, even if I set up a ritual I can’t borrow anything! I say, we’d better take advantage of Emma still holding on and first... uh... what are you doing?"

Watching Leon take out bottles of liquor from the Mirror World, pouring them into his mouth with both hands, the lazy young man couldn’t help but be stunned for a moment, then said in utter confusion:

"Hey, why are you drinking now instead of quickly retreating at such a time?"

"After drinking... guzzle guzzle... maybe... guzzle guzzle... it will help!"

Seeing the rapier already half pulled out from Senior Emma’s hand, Leon hastily tore the bandage off Tom, completely healed his throat, and then staggered while chugging down liquor, rushing toward the bottom of the valley.

"Huh?"

The reckless behavior of Leon startled him, watching Leon’s back charging down the valley, the incapacitated lazy young man lying on the ground wished he could jump up and beat his own chest, give himself a great slap for agreeing to come help rescue people back then!

What the hell are you going down for? Even if you become a true god in the future, with your current Level Three abilities, you can’t do shit down there!

***

"Leon?"

Seeing Leon climbing down the execution platform’s stand toward the valley bottom, Emma couldn’t help but be startled, wanting to tell him to hurry back, take Tom and escape while she could still hold on, every one who could should flee.

However, the Goddess of Fortune, with her thirty thousand views, noticed this scene even earlier than Emma.

Watching the one who somehow activated the [Dream of Verdant Green], helped Emma chop off her head, the enraged Goddess of Fortune immediately split a portion of her consciousness, controlling a head stuck on the execution rack in front of Leon, coldly smiling,

"Since you’re down here, don’t even think about leaving! You..."

"Screw you!"

Hearing the words of the Goddess of Fortune, having just finished a bottle of rum, Leon made an extra half-step to the side, swung the half-inch thick bottle, directly smashing it on the head of the Goddess of Fortune, forcing the rest of her words back.

"You?!"

Completely not expecting to be treated this way, the Goddess of Fortune, with her head full of glass shards, became utterly furious. While grappling with Emma over the "stiletto sword," her body trembled slightly, ultimately letting Emma push the rapier back a little.

Meanwhile, the other 29,999 headless divine corpses, surprisingly propped themselves up with the execution platforms that had beheaded them, and then successively headed toward the descending Leon.

"Don’t come! Run!"

Seeing Leon in danger, Emma bit her lip tightly, threw her entire strength onto the sword hilt, trying to force the Goddess of Fortune to recall her dispersed power.

Yet at this moment, the Goddess of Fortune, already angered by the bottle strike to the head, stubbornly let the rapier at the bottom end of the [Satisfying Scales] fall back down, not retracting her power, but continued controlling more than twenty thousand other headless bodies of herself, rushing towards Leon madly.

*Damn! Too much aggro!*

Watching the headless divine corpses rushing towards him, Leon, who had just drunk seventeen or eighteen bottles of liquor and was still far from activating [Immortal of Liquor], felt his scalp tingle. He hurriedly turned around, intending to temporarily return the way he came, wait till he had enough before coming down.

Unfortunately, he was already halfway down the mountain, and the "way back" had long been blocked by the densely packed headless divine corpses, sealing it off completely!

"..."

*I can only fight!*

*Can’t beat a complete true god, but if the power is split into thirty thousand parts, soul nailed by Senior Emma at the bottom of the valley, even the head chopped off, I must be able to struggle a bit, right?*

Taking out the spiked club he found in Senior Emma’s office, Leon did not activate the abnormal ability of the [Executioner Set], but used it as an ordinary weapon, wielding the club roundly, and charged towards the divine corpses.

Then, a faint shadow of a ram-headed demon quietly appeared behind Leon, carrying a spark of bright red fire, the smoldering smoke full of internal burning bitterness once again spread around Leon.

"I declare, this is a war!"