Chapter 282: Chapter 262: The Greatest Spoil of War Chapter 282: Chapter 262: The Greatest Spoil of War The Poet’s music had only five minutes, and once it stopped, those Goddesses would descend again.

Time was short, so Amberser directly summoned the Golden Throne, turning his Traceless Step into an ultra-long-distance teleportation, arriving at the tower gate in one second.

This tower was originally supposed to be protected by defensive magic, but as Tristan was ambushed and the Goddess Alliance destroyed, the Drow Elves inside decided to make a run for it. By the time Amberser arrived, the protective magic had already failed.

Amberser didn’t dare to linger and flew straight to the top floor.

As he neared, that music which could be termed as torture made Amberser’s soul shudder violently.

It was indeed the “Yin” music that could block out the thoughts of Deities. Amberser felt dizzy and wanted to flee the place immediately.

Fortunately, the Undead had no sense of hearing; “hearing” was entirely based on sensing with the soul. Therefore, Amberser reined in his perception and quickly ran to where the Rose Spider Queen was located.

At first glance, it was quite a sight, and it was good that he arrived quickly. The incision on the Rose Spider Queen’s abdomen had already healed by half, and any further delay might have resulted in a complete recovery.

Amberser was bold, flying to the side of the Rose Spider Queen and stuffing her directly into his personal space, then conveniently stuffed the unconscious Tristan, who had been stabbed by the Shael Daggers, into it as well.

After doing all this, Amberser left the tower at top speed and returned to the side of his comrades in the Elegy Poetry Society.

By then, the battle was also nearing its end.

Only Gareth was still rampaging across the battlefield like a reckless child.

The Drow Elves had completely lost their ability to counterattack; their morale had collapsed, and they began to scatter and flee.

Seeing Amberser appear, Hake Stone said excitedly, “What gains did you get, let me have a look.”

Amberser specifically transformed into his human form, giving Hake Stone a look of disdain.

The one who exerted the least effort was this guy, who was plainly there to reap the benefits, and he had the gall to be the first one to speak up.

Nevertheless, Amberser did not tease them, pulling the unconscious Rose Spider Queen out of his personal space.

“Eh, something’s not right, her wounds have healed again!”

Amberser was astonished. He had carefully stopped time when he put the Rose Spider Queen into his personal space, so her wound should have remained in the original state, but now it appeared to have almost fully healed.

Withered Rose reminded, “Your time-stopping effect might not work on Deities.”

That seemed true. After all, the space was created by the Wishing Spell, which was indeed a level lower than the Deities, so it made sense that it wouldn’t work.

Amberser hurriedly checked on Tristan, and fortunately, although she had been blessed by a Deity, she was still essentially mortal and remained affected by the Time Freeze.

“However, what do we do now? I estimate once the wound heals, this Goddess will awaken. No matter how weakened she becomes, are we supposed to fight to the death with a Deity?”

Amberser addressed this query to the senior Poet, for among the members of the Elegy Poetry Society present, he was the most qualified to opine on the matter of slaying a Deity.

The Poet pondered for a moment, then said, “Let me think, for now, ensure that wound doesn’t heal.”

“Ah? How do I ensure that?” Amberser asked, puzzled.

It was then that Ghoul Yugas spoke up, “I’ll give it a try.”

The Ghoul extended his hands, his fingernails growing as long as short swords, and forcefully stabbed into the chest wound of the Rose Spider Queen.

However, despite having the strength to tear apart a Giant Dragon, Yugas only managed to tear the wound open by a tiny bit, perhaps less than a centimeter.

Is this the power of a Deity? Even being punished by Aeo, the Rose Spider Queen was still so hard to kill.

“I’ll help too,” Amberser hurriedly said.

A Magic-Breaking Blade sprang out from his arm, and he sliced along the wound.

The Magic-Breaking Blade, capable of slicing through iron as if it were mud, had difficulty cutting the Rose Spider Queen’s belly, as if an invisible force was protecting her body.

Amberser, resolute, cut with both arms simultaneously. Not only that, but the Magic-Breaking Blade was also vibrating at high speed, sawing through the Rose Spider Queen’s belly like an electric saw.

With the combined efforts of Amberser and Yugas, they finally managed to reopen her abdomen, and the Rose Spider Queen, whose eyelids had begun to twitch, once again fell into a deep unconsciousness.

Amberser inspected his Magic-Breaking Blade and found that its adamantine edge had been blunted.

“Is this a Deity?”

This was Amberser’s first encounter with the gap between mortals and Deities.

After Yugas saw Amberser reopening the wound, his two rows of sharp teeth began secreting a gray-black poison. Then, the Ghoul bit into the wound of the Rose Spider Queen.

The bite didn’t cause much damage, but as the gray-black poison seeped into the wound, the healing of the Rose Spider Queen’s injury came to a halt.

“This is my ability, which can prevent a wound from ever healing. However, for a deity, it might just prolong the healing time,” Yugas explained.

Amberser observed carefully and indeed found that the wound was still healing, just at a much slower pace.

“Senior, what do we do now? How should we deal with the Rose Spider Queen? I just checked; she doesn’t have a single Divine Artifact on her,” Amberser said.

It wasn’t easy to capture a deity, but she was like stone, inedible.

The Poet thought for a long time, finally making a move.

His hands played on the Lyre, and a series of music so unpleasant that even the Undead wanted to cover their ears filled the air, causing multiple afterimages to appear on the body of the Rose Spider Queen.

Some were rotting corpses, some were dark smokes of Chaos, and there were also slender Drow Elf apparitions… These apparitions kept changing, exerting tremendous pressure on Amberser.

Just as Amberser was almost unable to bear it, the Poet finally stopped plucking the strings.

“Indeed, I was not mistaken; this is not the complete Rose Spider Queen, but merely a part of her Divine Nature congealed into this avatar. It seems Aeo’s punishment wasn’t as severe as I imagined, not a complete fall to the mortal realm, but just a stripping away of half of her divine duties.”

Amberser openly admitted he didn’t understand; this level of knowledge was beyond what he could find in books.

The Poet continued to explain, “Rose holds many divine offices, although not very powerful, they are considerable when added together. Aeo stripped four of these divine offices from her, all within this body. If we can separate those divine offices, we might just become gods directly. Of course, compatibility matters. If you forcibly merge with a divine office that doesn’t suit you, you’ll only meet a terrible end.”

Amberser understood now; within the Rose Spider Queen’s body were four divine offices, which in theory could turn four mortals into deities.

“Then, how do we strip the divine offices?” Amberser asked excitedly.

Never mind whether they were suitable or not, extract them first and sort it out later. If he couldn’t use it himself, he could still exchange it with others for benefits. For example, if he gave it to his own mentor, it might restore his mentor’s divine power, and he would then have the support of a powerful deity.

“I am sorry, I do not know how,”

The Poet’s answer left Amberser utterly shocked, and he quickly asked, “Senior, aren’t you a deity?”

Amberser had always thought that the president and this vice president of the Elegy Poetry Society were deities, even if with Weak Divine Power, they should be genuine gods. But this one didn’t know?

“If I were a deity, when I acted against those Drow Elves earlier, Aeo would have struck me dead by now. Although the power I have is similar to that of deities, it is not the kind you often speak of. It’s very complicated; I’ll explain it to you later. In any case, I can’t help you strip Rose’s divine offices.”

Amberser asked, “Can’t we ask the president for help? We have already successfully captured the Rose Spider Queen.”

The Poet shook his head and said, “Forget it, the president won’t help; he will never meddle in such affairs. Don’t you know many deities? Ask them for help; I believe none would refuse.”

Amberser thought that made sense; he could just ask his mentor for help.

“Please wait a moment, I’ll contact the God of Alchemy.” Amberser took out the Gold Coin given to him by the God of Alchemy and spoke to it as if chatting with a friend, “Mentor, are you there? There’s a great opportunity, come quickly!”

In just a few seconds, the voice of the God of Alchemy came from the Gold Coin, “What now? I’ve been very busy lately, don’t bother me if it’s nothing important.”

The members of the Elegy Poetry Society looked at Amberser with strange expressions.

They knew Amberser had a good relationship with this deity, but wasn’t this a bit too far-fetched?

To beseech blessings from a deity, even when the Goddesses were already inclined to grant them, the Drow Elves had to prepare for a long time, with kneeling, sacrifices, and a considerable cost in manpower and resources.

But Amberser managed to get a reply from a deity with just a casual remark.

Hake Stone was particularly astonished; he had really thought Amberser was boasting earlier, but this performance… was the God of Alchemy his biological father?

Amberser didn’t have time to care how others viewed him; the opportunity to become a god was right before his eyes, and he was already too eager to wait.

“Mentor, I’ve tricked the Rose Spider Queen to her death, and now she’s half-dead and captured by me. Can you help me strip her divine offices?”

Without thinking, the God of Alchemy said, “What kind of dreams are you having? Not even I, in my prime, was a match for the Rose Spider Queen.”

“It’s true, if you don’t believe me, descend to the mortal realm and see for yourself! How many years have I known you, it’s always you tricking me; when have I ever deceived you?! I am such an honest person, how can you doubt me?”

After Amberser said this, everyone at the Elegy Poetry Society felt even more perplexed.

The relationship between this deity and the Lich was just too absurd; did the God of Alchemy owe him several hundred billion?

A dazzling light projected from the Gold Coin, and the ethereal image of the God of Alchemy appeared.

“Hehe, quite the lively scene,” the God of Alchemy said as his eyes swept over the members of the Elegy Poetry Society, finally resting on the Poet, with a surprised tone he said, “Are you also indulging in this student’s antics?”

Amberser asked in surprise, “Mentor, you know the Poet Senior?”

The God of Alchemy replied, “Hehe, compared to him, I’m also just a junior. Alright, it seems you really didn’t deceive me since it was you who made a move.”

Looking toward the Rose Spider Queen lying on the ground, the God of Alchemy sighed and said, “Even such ancient deities face the crisis of falling… Well, I can help you separate the divine offices contained within. However, you need to send Rose over to my side.”

The God of Alchemy looked at Amberser and asked, “Do you trust me?”