Game of the World Tree-Chapter 391

In that instance, a new, grand presence descended upon the battlefield.

In particular on Fenrir’s left, countless black feathers began to drift down from the void.

These black feathers swirled and gathered continuously, before eventually forming a tall, flickering figure within the air, exuding an eerie glow.

This figure was vague and indistinguishable in gender, clad in silver armor, and bearing six pairs of large black wings upon its back.

This was the Fallen Angel, Luria.

At the same time on Fenrir’s right, an eerie melody suddenly began to echo.

The song seemed to have a power that can disturbed the mind, causing everyone who heard it to feel a deep sense of pain and despair, as memories of all the hardships and sorrows they had experienced in life involuntarily surfaced within their minds.

Accompanying the haunting melody, a purple aura gradually spread out, sketching an illusory figure of a seductive banshee with long hair and revealing attire in the air.

This was the Queen of Pain, Alyssa.

Two more mythical beings had arrived!

Although they, like Plague Lord Ares, have only descended themselves as incarnations, the mere presence of three powerful evil gods was more than enough to deal with a peak demigod who had yet to attain full godhood.

Of course, like many evil gods, they had only recently awakened due to Seigües resurgence of mana.

As such, their powers were still recovering, and unlike the Seventh Demon God Azazel, they were not fearless of death.

Hence naturally, they chose to participate in the battle as mere incarnations.

The three of them formed a triangular formation, encircling the demonic wolf Fenrir at the center.

as the three evil gods surrounded him, Plague Lord Ares’s gigantic skeletal face twisted into a sinister smile.

“Fenrir, today you must fall!”

He was once a god of the Netherworld.

However, as the prior Death God overseeing the Divinity of Death changed and the Netherworld welcomed a new ruler, this mythical being clashed with the successor of the previous God of Death, Hela, and was subsequently defeated, choosing to fall.

Thus as a result of this previous incident, Hela and her loyal follower, the demonic wolf Fenrir, were beings Ares deeply despised.

It was for this reason that Ares accepted the invitation of the Lord of Darkness and Shadows to stage this elaborate trap against Fenrir, using the war of faith between the two nether gods as a pretext to enact his vengeance!

For the Goddess of Death, Hela and the Lord of Darkness and Shadows H?dur, this war was a struggle for their sphere of influence over the world of Seigües.

But for the Plague Lord Ares, it was an opportunity for revenge against Hela and Fenrir!

As a matter of fact, the other two evil gods also shared similar motivations.

Having hidden themselves here in the underground, they too had all experienced violent conflicts with the Church of Death, which were represented by Fenrir.

This time, they reached an agreement with H?dur to seize this chance and completely eliminate the Goddess of Death’s most formidable subordinate in Seigües, the demonic wolf Fenrir!

In that moment, Fenrir was once again in an extremely grave situation.

However, even while being completely surrounded on all sides, Fenrir’s expression showed little fear.

He simply glanced coldly at the mythical beings surrounding him and then looked back at the Plague Lord, whilst saying in a deep voice:

“Ares, is this the plan you and H?dur devised?”

Hearing Fenrir’s words, Plague Lord Ares smiled slightly.

His grotesque skeletal face creaked, and his heavy voice echoed in the vicinity once more:

“Fenrir, without the protection of your master Hela, today is the day you shall fall!”

It was a widely known fact that the Goddess of Death could not leave the Netherworld, and even summoning a powerful demigod incarnation of herself was beyond her capability.

Otherwise, if she could, the Church of Death would have already grown and flourished here within the underground.

This was why these evil gods were confident in facing Fenrir while only employing their demigod incarnations!

Meanwhile on the other side, Evé, who was confronting the Seventh Demon Lord, overheard their conversation and sighed deeply:

“Your Majesty Hela…”

“You promised to handle the Plague Lord and those three evil gods yourself…”

She whispered in a soft faint tone.

Yet, all the mythical beings currently present heard it clearly.

Plague Lord Ares’s expression froze immediately upon hearing it, as a flicker of suspicion and surprise etched upon in his eyes.

Whilst being surrounded by the incarnation of the evil gods, the demonic wolf Fenrir, who had been bowing his head, suddenly raised it.

He glanced coldly at the Plague Lord, as a mocking smile played upon his mouth, and with a fervent expression, he declared:

“Of course, my master would never brake her promise!”

With that, he let out a long howl, and a deep radiance burst forth from his body once more!

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Mere seconds later, a huge magical array suddenly appeared beside Fenrir.

Then as the array activated, a gray portal slowly manifested from its center…

Accompanied by an overwhelming pressure, a chilling and foreboding aura descended upon the battlefield, quickly enveloping the incarnations of the three evil gods.

To their horror, they found themselves completely immobilized!

“D-Death Domain! This is the Domain of Death! H-How is this possible?!”

Hela’s Domain of Death!

A divine power that only true god’s could wield had manifested in the world of Seigües!

The three evil gods wore solemn expressions and, almost simultaneously, tried to distance themselves from the portal to escape the domain’s suppression.

At that moment, a cold and lethargic voice suddenly echoed through the entire world underground:

“My demonic wolf has not fallen so low that anyone can easily bully him.”

The voice seemed to come from the portal, both real yet illusory, as if it echoed from another world.

Upon hearing it, Plague Lord Ares’s pupils immediately contracted:

“Hela!”

The Goddess of Death, Hela!

It was definitely her voice!

As soon as she spoke, the gray portal flashed with a profound light, and an awe-inspiring pressure descended upon the underground…

Through the portal, everyone seemed to glimpse a sinister scythe.

With a slight motion, the scythe emitted a ghostly glow that leaped across the void, through the portal, as it headed straight for the Plague Lord!

Upon seeing the ghostly glow, the gigantic skeletal face of Ares changed dramatically.

He couldn’t help but exclaim, “T-The Death Scythe! You actually can now control the Death Scythe!”

The Death Scythe, a divine artifact of great magnitude left behind by the prior original Death God after his demise.

It is an artifact that could kill any enemy touched by it as long as the user’s divine rank was higher than that of their opponent!

This meant that even if an incarnation was slain by it, the original body of that incarnation would also be affected, leading to their eternal slumber!

However, the usage of this artifact was heavily restricted, as it was bound to the Netherworld and only those who had fully controlled the Netherworld could wield it.

Yet now, Hela had used it from a distance!

Realizing this, Ares turned and struggled to escape.

However, the power of the Death Domain restricted his movements. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

To his further shock and anger, numerous vines also suddenly sprouted at his feet, completely binding him in place.

Ares: “…”

Within Ares’s terrified gaze, a ghostly glow struck the center of his forehead.

Silence.

There was no explosion of divine power.

Nor there were any energy fluctuations either.

The very moment the ghostly light passed through his body, the entire world seemed to fall dead silent.

Then, a couple of seconds later, the eyes of the giant skeletal face gradually lost their luster before suddenly crumbling into dust.

Seeing this, the Fallen Angel Luria and the Queen of Pain Alyssa fell into silence.

Then, without hesitation, they both chose to self-destruct their bodies on the spot, before fleeing the scene at the cost of their incarnations…

Azazel: “…”

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【 DEATH SYTCHE 】

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