Chapter Ninety-Nine: The Venus Goddess (Part One)

“Colossal Horn”

A flash of golden light streaked through the air, and a beam of energy cannon struck the pyramid beneath Arudiba’s feet.

He could not immediately slay the divine messenger, and thus could not interrupt the dark god’s will from manifesting.

Therefore, his utmost priority was no longer killing the divine messenger but destroying the pyramid beneath him, severing the construction of the godly passage and preventing the dark god’s true form from descending.

Regrettably, despite the absence of the golden-haired divine messenger’s interference, Arudiba still lacked the power to demolish the colossal three-hundred-meter pyramid in one fell swoop.

Within the pyramid resided an overwhelmingly vast reservoir of energy that counteracted his cosmos power, weakening his destructive force.

Boom!

The energy cannon struck the pyramid, leaving a crater nearly a hundred meters wide. Yet, compared to the towering three-hundred-meter structure, this damage was insignificant; its core functionality remained largely intact.

However, Arudiba was not one to give up so easily.

“Again!” he roared, gathering his cosmos power to launch another assault.

But in that instant, an unimaginably powerful telekinetic force descended upon the pyramid.

Under the oppressive weight of this force, even swinging his arm felt exceedingly difficult.

“How… is this possible…” Arudiba strained with all his might to turn his head and finally discerned the source of that telekinetic power.

The female divine messenger — no, she was no longer a mere messenger. She was a deity whose will had fully manifested!

Adorned with a feathered crown, draped in a crimson mantle and a short scarlet skirt, with golden bracers encircling her wrists and ankles, her appearance was vastly different from before.

Gone was the wounded, disheveled look; instead, a calm confidence radiated from her, reminiscent of a gentle elder sister from next door.

Clearly, this was the deity’s true form, materialized through cosmos power.

“Eh? You can still move under my telekinetic suppression?” Quetzalcoatl said with mild surprise, noticing Arudiba’s gaze upon her.

She had assumed her power was sufficient to completely restrain this Gold Saint.

It seemed she had underestimated her opponent.

Hearing the near-derisive tone, Arudiba’s face, flushed red from the strain of resisting the telekinetic force, reddened even more.

“Co—los—sal—horn—!”

Struggling fiercely to break free from the binding force, he roared and swung both fists toward the pyramid once more.

Alas, this time, the light cannon formed by his cosmos power had only just left his fists before being gently caught by a slender hand.

With ease, it was crushed in the palm, never reaching the pyramid.

It was the feather-crowned deity. At the moment of his strike, she had instantly sped beside him and intercepted his ultimate attack.

“Impossible!” Arudiba exclaimed in shock.

The deity’s strength surpassed all his expectations; she had caught his ‘Colossal Horn’ strike with one hand alone.

Quetzalcoatl cast an appreciative glance at Arudiba, smiling faintly. “Strong man, I admire that!”

“But this pyramid is the foundation of my ‘Gate of Space-Time.’ I cannot allow you to damage it!”

With that, she raised her other hand, extending her index finger to tap Arudiba’s chestplate.

Though she appeared like a kind elder sister, Arudiba dared not underestimate her.

After all, she was a deity!

Especially sensing the astonishing cosmos power concentrated at her fingertip, he hurriedly crossed his arms to shield his chest.

Ding!

A slender finger lightly touched the bracer on his wrist.

In an instant, a terrifying surge of cosmos power exploded forth, and Arudiba was violently flung backward.

Simultaneously, the moment Quetzalcoatl’s will manifested, everyone within the divine realm felt an unrestrained, overwhelmingly powerful cosmos aura.

All understood: the deity had descended!

In the dense forest, the last dark god warrior defeated by Mayura lay on the ground, grimly smiling as he looked at her.

“The grea—great… god of light… has descended… All of you… are… doomed…”

Before he could finish, the last dark god warrior’s breath ceased.

At the forest’s edge, having just eliminated the final enemy and preparing to rush to Mayura’s aid, Yin Shiqi suddenly sensed the deity’s presence and involuntarily halted.

For him, deities were exceedingly perilous.

They wielded at least seventh sense power, capable of effortlessly crushing any warrior below that level.

Fortunately, judging from the current situation, the dark gods in North America originated from beyond this world.

And now, with the godly passage yet unopened, the dark god’s true form could not manifest; only its will could possess a host.

Such a deity’s power was far inferior to its true self, leaving them with a fighting chance.

At that moment, a streak of green light shot from deep within the forest, landing not far from him and transforming into a slender woman clad in green saint’s armor.

“Senior Mayura, have you dealt with the enemies on your side? I was about to come support you!” Yin Shiqi asked promptly.

“All handled! Come with me to the pyramid. Let’s see if we can assist!” Mayura replied before turning into a stream of light and rushing forward.

“Understood!”

Yin Shiqi responded and followed closely behind.

Though confronting a deity was perilous, he was curious about the form this descending god of light would take—what kind of deity she truly was.

Moreover, fleeing from battle was a capital offense.

To retreat now would mean losing his status as a saint, facing a purge by the Sanctuary, and becoming a pariah on the entire continent.

No matter what, he had to see for himself.

Meanwhile, on the northeastern battlefield where Aquarius Camus was stationed, a short-haired woman frozen solid silently prayed in her heart.

“Great god of darkness, invisible deity, your devoted follower calls for your will to descend!

Please send divine punishment upon these blasphemous invaders!”

In an instant, another terrifying cosmos aura erupted on the battlefield.

“Another divine messenger?”

Camus stared in shock as cracks appeared in the ice he had cast, which was known as ‘Absolute Zero.’

There was no doubt—this was yet another will of the dark god manifesting.

However, what surprised Camus even more was that on the southern battlefield, Dismas was triumphantly stamping down the pyramid’s guardian.

“I never expected to encounter a fellow soul manipulator here. Luck is truly on my side!”

During their battle, seeing the pyramid guardian wield soul attacks had startled him.

But the gap between seventh and sixth sense was undeniable; in the end, victory was his.