King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1151 - 1151 1138 The Unluckiest Evil God

Chapter 1151: Chapter 1138: The Unluckiest Evil God Chapter 1151: Chapter 1138: The Unluckiest Evil God Void, most of the time, is dark and deadly silent. For there are few beings capable of entering the Void and wandering freely, and among those who can, they are at the top of their respective worlds, if not at the very apex, then certainly near it.

Therefore, the vast and boundless Void is destined to be raced through by only a handful of existences, and this renders the Void empty and lonely. When a being, full of expectation and curiosity about the Void, enters it, all they are likely to find is disappointment and solitude.

In the vast majority of cases, a being of Legend or higher, after entering the Void, will encounter nothing, even if they move ceaselessly through its expanse.

But sometimes there are exceptions, like the Desolate Evil God currently fleeing, who, in order to escape those two youths whom he absolutely couldn’t afford to provoke, had abandoned all his Subordinate Army, just to distance himself.

And with a Weapon stuck in his flesh, knowing full well he was being tracked, the Desolate Evil God certainly wouldn’t flee toward his Mother World, even though he knew that it was indeed the safest place for him in the entire Void.

But he also knew that by doing so, he would bring danger to his Mother World. The more one knew about the Void, the more profound their fear of it became.

The Desolate Evil God knew he was powerful, but he also knew there were beings in the Void far stronger than himself, entities who could destroy a world with a mere wave of their hand.

So, to avoid bringing trouble to his Mother World, the Desolate Evil God chose to flee in another direction, a direction chosen at random, without knowing what lay ahead.

After running for some time, the Desolate Evil God stopped. He silently observed the being that crossed his path, and a desire to explore his own condition surged within him. There had to be something wrong with him, he thought; otherwise, how could he be so unlucky.

“Who did you battle with? It looks quite fierce. Was it over something you were both trying to seize?”

The existence that barred the Desolate Evil God’s path assessed his woeful state, not concealing its curiosity.

It was another Evil God, one formed from the curse of Black Mist after the destruction of a world. Beneath this layer of black mist, there were occasionally Snake-shaped Tentacles bristling with thorny spines that emerged, writhing and coiling, a horrifying sight.

Around the true form of this Evil God, there floated limitless, bizarre and frightening creatures, who, following their master’s will, stared down the lone Evil God with intense malice.

“It’s none of your business.” In the inquiry of the equally ranked existence before him, the Desolate Evil God sensed a strong malice. He noticed the minions of that world destroyer were slowly spreading out, seemingly planning to encircle him.

“Get out of the way!” Despite bearing an ugly, long-lasting wound incapable of healing, and with not a single Minion around him, the Desolate Evil God showed no cowardice.

At this moment, he couldn’t afford to show any sign of weakness, for if he did, the existence before him, along with its Minions, would undoubtedly launch an attack to end him there and then.

The Desolate Evil God had no doubt that the Evil God before him would do just that, for this was the one whom he had once taken advantage of and was forced to compromise, yielding some of the spoils.

He could no longer remember how long ago it had been, but the Desolate Evil God recalled the scene of their first encounter—the way he had been drawn to the light that burst forth when the world was destroyed, and how he then saw the world-destroying Monster feasting on the remains of the shattered world.

Such a shocking scene wasn’t enough to move the Desolate Evil God at that time, as he had done similar things a few times before. This destruction just didn’t involve him; he merely witnessed the last afterglow of the world as it perished.

Of course, not having participated in the destruction, although disappointing to some extent for the Desolate Evil God, did not lead to despair, because what he wanted most were the outcomes following such destruction, even if he hadn’t orchestrated it himself.

But that didn’t stop him from demanding his share of the spoils from the Evil God, who had spent a considerable effort destroying the world and was savoring its Victory.

Because at that time the Desolate Evil God was in his peak state, and he also had a boundless, almost infinite size of his Subordinate Army.

So, although the world-destroying Evil God was exceedingly reluctant, he compromised and lowered his head to avoid conflict with the Desolate Evil God, yielding a portion of his hard-earned fruits.

That was the beginning and outcome of the first acquaintance between the two world-destroying Evil Gods. Had the Desolate Evil God always maintained his peak state, then encountering this extorted Evil God once more, he would not have felt in the least bit weakened.

If the two Evil Gods had merely met by chance in the Void once again, they would, at most, have greeted each other and then, like strangers, gone their separate ways—you don’t trouble me, and I won’t trouble you, without any conflict arising.

Unfortunately, in the second encounter with the erstwhile world destroyer, the Desolate Evil God was not in his peak state, and he had lost his entire Subordinate Army.

Then, quite naturally, the Evil God, who had once been forced by reason to relinquish a significant share of the spoils, came over in an overly friendly manner to greet him and asked, with great “curiosity,” what had happened.

The Desolate Evil God was very aware that the existence before him intended to make a move against him; otherwise, upon seeing him, it should have ignored him and moved on.

At this moment, if one were to ask the Desolate Evil God whether he regretted his past acts of extortion, the Desolate Evil God would answer with unwavering conviction, “I do not regret.”

Because the Desolate Evil God was all too aware that the Evil God before him harbored ill intentions not solely because of having been blackmailed in the past but also because he found himself in an unprecedented state of weakness, which gave the adversary the impression that killing him was possible.

Evil Gods from two different worlds, when they encounter each other in the Void, fundamentally only have one type of relationship: interest. As for any grudges beyond interests, they can all be set aside.

“What has befallen you? Tell me,” the Thorns Evil God who blocked the way continued to press for answers, entirely unconcerned with the Desolate Evil God’s changing emotions.

“Get lost!” The Desolate Evil God erupted into a rage, as he noticed that the minions of the Thorns Evil God were speeding toward him even faster, no longer concealing their approach.

This change ignited the fury within the Desolate Evil God. He had been forced to flee because of his wariness of those two spoiled descendants of the gods, and yet now he faced an Evil God he had once dominated, who dared to treat him in this manner.

Did he appear so easy to bully?

Well, yes, he apparently seemed easy to bully. An injured Evil God without the company of a Subordinate Army. If he were in their place, he might be tempted as well.

“It seems you are gravely wounded, so I won’t be polite,” the Thorns Evil God said.

Seeing the Enraged Desolate Evil God, who had been preparing to strike the moment he was blocked, the Thorns Evil God’s mood instantly lifted; he could now reclaim, twofold, everything he had lost 7,300 years ago.

“Kill!”

At the command of the Evil God, those grotesque and varied minions of the Evil God immediately swarmed, throwing themselves onto the Desolate Demon God, as if they intended to devour the existence that once dominated the Void down to its last bit.

Roar!

Having lost all his minions, the solitary Desolate Evil God let out a thunderous roar, and terrifying sound waves caused visible ripples to surge throughout the Void.

Every minion of the Evil God that touched these ripples instantly exploded, blood, bones, scales, tentacles… everything was pulverized into its most basic substance, floating through the Void.

Just by this one roar, the minions of the Evil God that pounced first on the Desolate Evil God had been almost entirely killed or injured, resulting in nearly a million casualties, and yet the Desolate Evil God did not suffer any loss.

It appeared so, but the Thorns Evil God was even more elated. He had never expected the minions to inflict any damage on his enemy; he simply wanted the adversary to make a move, because any action meant the depletion of his strength.

“Kill, keep killing. I have brought enough minions this time for you to slaughter for a long time, so don’t you be polite.”

Watching his minions being slaughtered by the Desolate Evil God by the millions in successive waves, the Thorns Evil God’s deep laughter echoed through the Void, laughing with special delight.

In his eyes, no matter how many minions died, as long as he could kill this being who had once extorted him, it would be a profitable gain, a blood profit without loss.

“Merely minions!”

With sickle legs that spanned hundreds of meters slashing through the Void, every touched minion of the Evil God, regardless of their strength, was bisected in an instant, their life force stripped away, turning into withered dried husks.

To be worn down to death by consecutive battles was an impossibly lowly fate for Epics; at this level of existence, there were no weaknesses left, as they could quickly restore their power and wounds in various ways during battle.

So, when the Thorns Evil God noticed that the Desolate Evil God began drawing the life force from his minions to heal, he immediately took action.

A tentacle covered in thorny spines lashed out, striking at the Desolate Evil God, “Snap!” The Desolate Evil God could not dodge the hit; he was restrained by the even more berserk Subordinate Army, and large strips of flesh were torn away.

These strips of flesh wriggled on the tentacles of the Thorns Evil God, then transformed into serpent-like Desolate Beasts that turned to gnaw at the tentacles of the Evil God. Until an Epic dies, the flesh on their body can become a weapon for attack…

A violent explosion reverberated, and amidst a sky filled with flying remnants of flesh, the Desolate Evil God carved a bloody path in the Void, speeding away toward a direction in the Void that was calling out to him. The Void had become far too perilous for him now, brimming with malevolence at every turn; he would not stay in the Void any longer—he was heading home…