Chapter 89 | Jormungandr in the Labyrinth River

With a shattering sound, a colossal cocoon—or perhaps a 'nest'—revealed a figure. She wore magnificent divine raiment, like a deity inspecting her divine domain, both a god and an emperor.

She clutched her head, her body trembling violently. Her long hair almost reached the ground, and blood-red nails clawed several streaks across her exquisite face, only for them to heal instantly.

Her pale feet stepped into the Death Abyss, her toenails also turning blood-red, with scale-like patterns faintly visible upon closer inspection.

A shattered crown slowly coalesced above her head, gradually taking shape. It appeared heavily damaged, with fragments swirling around it, as if something was still missing.

As the crown formed, her trembling body gradually stilled, as if her internal struggle had ended. Her hands fell limply, then twitched and rose again. Her knees were slightly bent, as if she were exhausted, yet she was pulled by invisible threads.

But soon, everything returned to normal. Her body resumed its usual standing posture, her expression unchanged—seemingly blank, yet under the constraints of divinity, a mad consciousness ran rampant.

She let out a long breath, seemingly adjusting her state. Her white pupils gazed at Fen'ao in the distance, hollow and incomplete, as if something were missing.

“What a perfect life… too bad it’s missing a pair of eyes, and…” Fen'ao shook his head, his body sent flying, large portions of his extremely compressed muscles tearing apart.

His body swelled, transforming into a whale even larger than the island. After smashing through the island, his colossal form swam in the sea, his filamentous flesh forming a monstrous maw that lunged to swallow the girl.

Her surroundings continued to change, the Blood Moon’s range expanding significantly. A blood-red halo gradually appeared behind her head. However, the next moment, everything fell silent as her body was swallowed by the colossal beast.

Yet, in the very next moment, the beast’s body instantly shattered into countless fragments, and the ocean turned blood-red. She remained standing in mid-air, her gaze fixed on Fen'ao, devoid of any superfluous emotion—no pity, no disgust.

It was like looking at an ant.

Though his life force was draining, he still felt he had the strength to fight. The girl’s God's remains seemed to have just fully integrated with her body, and a basic divine essence and divinity had been sculpted.

But this was still a rudimentary form, merely touching a corner of Disaster. Moreover, its initial, extremely unstable state seemed to tell him that this divine body was incomplete, lacking its most crucial foundation, and without the ‘eyes’ that served as windows; it only possessed the core.

“Before absorbing God's remains, the body must prepare everything for this item, otherwise how could it adapt to such a powerful and conflicting living entity?” Fen'ao chuckled. “Something that isn’t truly yours will always have a backlash. Your glory is but for this moment.”

“To perfect a divine body, how could a single God's remains, limited by the human body, possibly suffice?” Fen'ao smiled. He didn’t seem to realize that Li Yue’s several God's remains had actually already fused, becoming a fully operational system, which was why he only perceived one. “Only someone like me can break through the limits. Vassals? What a joke!”

Li Yue looked at him, her eyes seemingly filled with confusion.

To perfect a divine body, wouldn’t it be enough to collect all the God's remains and assemble them into one? This thought irrepressibly surfaced in her mind.

In the blood sea, a mountain of flesh emerged, filled with countless deformed creations that launched fierce attacks at Li Yue in the sky, as if to overwhelm her, causing rejection and vulnerabilities.

Inexplicably, Li Yue recalled her battle with Reinhardt. Inexplicably, she felt a sense of ease and pleasure. Fen'ao was partly right: divinity was temporary, but as for rejection… Li Yue had never experienced it.

Fighting organic life is easy. I’m finally in my comfort zone.

She snapped her fingers, and blood-red moonlight poured down, colliding with the lives in mid-air. The only outcome was the death and end of those lives.

The commotion is getting a bit too big, and my mental state feels a little unstable… there’s a crazy desire. What is this… is it His negative emotions from before His death?

Those two should be arriving soon. Unless absolutely necessary, I don't want to kill anyone from the Inspectorate. After all, I hear the academies and the Academy have some ties; it wouldn't be good to create a huge conflict.

At the very least, I can’t kill them openly at sea. After all, I’m the only vassal of Death here, and investigations afterward would be too straightforward.

She sat contemplating, adapting to the divinity of her divine raiment. Her mental state was slightly unstable, yet there was no sign of rejection. Fen'ao, who had been lying in wait at the bottom of the sea, began to get restless.

In the blood sea, a colossal humanoid figure slowly formed. It spread its arms as if in prayer. Li Yue paused, then finally sensed the gaze of a residual consciousness from the heavens.

What remained of the evil god in this world seemed to be answering his prayer.

Inexplicably, she felt something calling to her. She checked carefully and found that the object was also this colossal mass of flesh, within which immense power seemed to be coalescing.

Why am I also an object of prayer… Am I considered an evil god too? No, he seems to be praying to the Sovereign of Boundless Darkness, the Sovereign of Sin and Punishment… Does this section include too many deities?

Even with half-divinity, she felt a bit speechless. Although her magic seemed quite evil… she still needed the honor and dignity of a righteous god. Even though she wasn’t a god now, she inexplicably felt a sense of self-identification.

If this continues, her mind will truly break.

She clutched her forehead and hurled the blood sword into the clouds. The firmament seemed to be pierced; in the dark sky, blood-red lightning clustered around a colossal blood sword, which slowly descended toward the ground, embraced by swirling clouds.

“My life won’t die so easily, especially not this, my proudest creation!” Fen'ao howled, and immense power from the praying, colossal flesh body erupted. This move was aimed precisely at Li Yue’s currently fragile mental state.

“Then let’s try.” Li Yue tapped her finger, and the blood-red greatsword sliced through the firmament, speeding toward the sea surface. It cleaved the gathered evil god’s blessing in half, bringing the purest death down upon him.

The colossal mountain of flesh trembled for a moment, twisting violently. But as if nailed into the sea, its body began to bleed. The blood-red sky started to fade, the sea turned azure, only to be quickly stained red again by the mountain of flesh’s blood.