CHAPTER 523: CHAPTER 443: KNOWLEDGE IS POWER

Since the other party chose to personally step in and cause trouble, Lette felt he had no reason to back down.

Gods battling by descending into the bodies of believers is nothing new in the Divine Realm and the Demon Realm.

However, for Lette, the situation is much more complicated.

Lette himself is still just a mortal, he needs to first project his will onto his avatar Tai Sui, and then have Tai Sui complete the Divine Descent.

In comparison, unlike his opponent, there is an additional transition.

Although it’s just one more layer, the loss of power rate is quite astonishing.

But Lette is not worried, based on his estimation of the enemy’s strength, these guys are not a concern.

Opening his eyes, Lette felt his brand new body.

At this point, the original self-awareness of the Big Guy had fallen into deep sleep, only instinctive will was helping Lette drive the body.

And as for that stitched-together Undead Emperor, the situation was much more tragic.

The master who descended upon him originally had nothing to do with him, which would lead to a mismatch between the will of the body’s original owner and the descending god’s will, causing manipulation conflict.

And the opposing side was ruthless enough to directly wipe out the self-awareness of the Undead Emperor at the moment of descent, completely taking over.

After all, for him, the only useful value of the opponent was probably just this body.

Lette waved his arms, grinning at the opponent.

"Hey, who are you? An apostle under the Gate of Truth? Which apostle are you?"

The opponent snorted coldly, "No harm in telling you, I am Baklov, the Second Apostle of Truth!"

Lette raised an eyebrow, his expression full of playfulness, "Powerful, huh? Just a couple of days ago, I killed someone from your organization who was a pseudo-Conceptual Master of force.

To be honest, his level was subpar, even at rule level he was mediocre.

What’s going on with your Gate of Truth lately? Can’t you set some threshold for recruitment?

If every Tom, Dick, and Harry comes with the banner of the Gate of Truth looking for trouble, I’ll be very troubled."

Baklov also took the opportunity to familiarize himself with this King of Hatred body, and he had to admit, this stitched-together flesh made of corpse parts is very unfriendly to power-type individuals like him.

After all, the ways of exerting force were bizarre and varied.

"I think you don’t have to worry about this at all, because you’re about to be reduced to ashes right here!"

No sooner had the words fallen than Lette launched an attack first.

After all, the body of Big Guy was composed of Magic Mushroom Fungus with excellent carrying capacity, not to mention they were originally gods and believers, a complete match.

Faced with the powerful onslaught of Lette, Baklov roared angrily, not retreating but advancing, raising his fists to clash with Lette head-on.

A thunderous explosion was heard, turning the surrounding rocks into powder. The shockwaves, like a tsunami, blasted all the small fry still battling around them into the air.

Lette looked at the opponent in surprise, "Not bad, you do have some skills, no wonder you dare call yourself powerful! This complex and changeable body of the King of Hatred leans more towards the mage faction.

I didn’t expect you to use such a body to bring your strength to this level."

"Hmph! You’re not bad either! Being able to withstand one of my punches! I acknowledge you as my enemy!"

Baklov was extremely arrogant, but with his legs exerting force, he was pushing Lette back even in the midst of a fist clash.

Lette braced his feet firmly on the ground with his waist and hips united, yet was still pushed back, leaving two deep furrows in the ground.

Baklov moved faster and faster, finally letting out another roar!

Lette suddenly felt a huge force coming out of nowhere, crashing directly onto his body.

He used the force to retreat and barely stabilized his stance.

Experts reveal themselves right at the start, and Lette could clearly sense that the opponent’s interpretation and understanding of the concept of force was far above that of the half-mechanical half-life form.

The difference between the two was like clouds and mud.

"In that case, I should take this a bit more seriously."

With a tremor through his body, Lette’s extra two heads and four arms re-merged with his body.

All the weapons dropped to the ground, and the Ghost Flame Motorcycle was left to the side.

Lette spread his arms, the divine power mixed with the Power of Wisdom, speaking loudly.

"True Fungus stands without use! The real fungi don’t need any tools for assistance, they can take down the enemy barehanded!"

As Lette’s voice echoed, the Power of Wisdom sang joyfully.

It merged into the body of the Big Guy, making the originally bulky Big Guy appear even more ferocious.

Lette, feeling the power flowing within his body, hooked a finger at the opponent, with an extremely arrogant expression.

"Come on, sandbag."

"Arrogant!"

Baklov roared continuously, by now he was basically familiar with this body.

Although still a bit clumsy, it was enough in his mind!

With a leap, he flew into the air, bringing down his clasped hands like a battle axe towards Lette.

"You used your own concept, if I don’t use mine, it would be a bit disrespectful."

Lette raised a hand, divine light flashing in his eyes.

"Knowledge is power, you know."

Boom!

Baklov’s fist was blocked by Lette with one hand, although the ground beneath Lette’s feet cracked, he himself remained unscathed.

"My knowledge is as great as mountains and seas, can you bear this force?"

Lette deflected the enemy’s heavy punch with his single hand, stepping forward sharply and punching fiercely. Though the fist had not yet landed, the wind of the punch was already screeching sharply.

"Use your facial bones to fully experience the weight of traditional culture!"

With a crackling sound, Lette punched through the head of Hatred, the emergence of conceptual power on his fist directly devastating the opponent’s divine soul.

Baklov let out a wail, blasted away heavily against the cliff, embedding deeply within.

Lette shook his hand, finally ridding it of those red and white substances.

But he knew the opponent wouldn’t just be done for like that.

After all, Hatred can replace its head as long as its core isn’t destroyed, even if it’s blown up.

Not to mention, the so-called Second Apostle would certainly protect this body with all their might.

"Damn it! Damn it to hell!"

As expected, the Second Apostle angrily crushed the remnants of the head, casually pulling out a brand new head from within and sticking it on.

Only, it didn’t look all that smart.

But after taking that punch, he gradually calmed down.

By now, Baklov had put away his disdain, starting to reassess this enemy Lette.

This person, though seemingly unreliable and whimsical in words and deeds, truly could fight.

Defeating him wouldn’t be easy.

Baklov took a deep breath and suddenly spread his hands, creating a Sacrificial Array beneath himself.

"Since this body is insufficient, I’ll choose a more suitable one then!"