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Chapter 239 - 164 Hee Hee

Chapter 239: Chapter 164 Hee Hee

Fear, helplessness, terror.

And despair that almost solidified.

That was what Bill saw in Princess Amy’s eyes.

On that grotesque, terrifying puppet face appeared a creepy smile, "Why are you afraid, Amy? I am the creator of this world. It was I who gave you life, transforming you from a bunch of data codes into a real person with self-awareness."

"Now, the creator needs you to make a sacrifice. You should be grateful to accept this honor."

"I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die..." Princess Amy pleaded, "I am not the reincarnated goddess. You have the wrong person. I am not...sob... I am not..."

Ignoring Amy’s cries, Bill took the golden blade encrusted with various tiny gems from the offered sacrifice and plunged it into Amy’s chest.

The golden blade hungrily absorbed the blood, strands of crimson flowing through the intricate patterns on the blade, causing the gems to emit a multicolored glow.

This blade was an important item in the game, its sole purpose being to seize something from the target.

This something could be tangible, like hair, eyes, a heart, an arm... It could be Aoneng Power, a soul, spiritual power...

It could also be something more abstract, like identity or luck.

In the game, the Demon King used this blade to take the goddess power from Amy, thereby ruling the entire world.

Now, as long as it successfully seized the goddess power, the [storyline] would reach its conclusion. When the game ended, narrative coverage would fully descend upon the real world.

At that moment, it could complete its plan to ascend from a data life form to a deity.

The blood moon shone, scarlet as the sea, demonic power rippling through heaven and earth.

Amy was the chosen one, the reincarnation of the goddess. Under normal circumstances, not only was it impossible to seize the divine power, but even attempting to harm her would trigger an automatic counterattack from her protective divine power.

Only on the night of the blood moon, which symbolized misfortune and disaster, would the hidden divine power in Amy be suppressed to its lowest point.

The fact that the golden blade could easily pierce Amy’s body was enough to prove this...

Everything was now ready.

However, when Bill, suppressing excitement and joy, prepared to seize the goddess power, it was suddenly shocked to discover.

—There was no goddess power in Amy’s body!

Not a single trace; it was not exhausted or dormant, but completely absent!

A look of extreme shock appeared on Bill’s face.

"You idiot, I’m a fake!"

At this moment, all the previously shown fear, terror, helplessness, and despair on Amy’s face instantly vanished, replaced by loud laughter, "Ha ha ha ha ha! It seems my acting wasn’t bad after all! Sun, I screwed you over!"

The next second, endless radiant light burst forth from her body!

Boom!

Blazing light and flame rose up from Demon King City.

A torrent of all-consuming light and heat roamed wildly, covering and extending in all directions like a tidal wave in the roar.

In almost an instant, the blazing light expanded to an exaggerated scale, mercilessly engulfing everything.

Gusts of air rose from the ground, fiercely rushing forward. Wherever the scorching wind passed, everything wilted, disintegrated into tiny ashes, and vanished into smoke.

The blood moon and demonic Qi were burned away, the world became solemn and still.

Orbital satellites detected this anomaly. Alarms echoed through the command room, and everyone was dumbfounded, unable to believe their eyes.

Who had attacked Demon King City?

In this game world, was there an extraordinary person of such high level?

Judging by the satellite observation, the explosion looked like a magnificent spark, rapidly expanding to its limit, displaying a fleeting brilliance, and effortlessly annihilating everything before returning to silence.

As the light faded, a startlingly large spherical crater appeared between heaven and earth.

Steam billowed, twisting the space.

The grand Demon King City, tens of thousands of soldiers, powerful high-level Demon Race warriors, the blood moon in the sky... everything was reduced to ashes by the flames, leaving not even a trace of ruins.

"Detected Demon King’s life signal."

The reporter swallowed, such a terrifying strike had failed to kill the Demon King.

"When he’s down, kill him! Attack with full force!" the supreme commander ordered sternly.

Thus, overwhelming destructive weapons surged towards Demon King City.

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"Aaaaaaaarghhhhh—"

Roars mixed with boundless rage echoed through the shattered earth.

Bill’s eerie puppet face was covered in cracks, its armor in tatters, resembling a teetering porcelain.

It twitched violently, opening its mouth, spewing burning black blood. Countless fragments fell from its body. It couldn’t even spare its own body a glance, its eyes widened, staring intently at the soul ahead.

It was an ordinary man with an unremarkable face, nothing special about him. At this moment, his left hand mimicked a fisherman reeling in a big catch, while his right middle finger slowly lifted.

"What are you looking at? Eat shit!"

Zhen Wuliang laughed nastily, "Surprised, aren’t you, idiot? The person you captured has always been a fake. You think you can rule the world? I laugh at you!"

The flippant attitude, ruthless curse, and anger of a ruined plan were like swords piercing Bill’s heart, making that shattered face twisted and hideous, roaring furiously: