Free Web NovelChapter 950: Chapter 467: Forbidden Power
Only by surviving can one qualify to discuss other matters.
The Withered was preparing to run.
He failed.
He wanted to completely distance himself from this place of trouble.
"But if the organization over there demands accountability, how should I handle it?"
The Withered thought of the organization’s mystery and strength, and thought of the Divine behind it, biting his teeth hard.
"Tch! I don’t care about them! Worst... at worst I’ll escape, they can’t possibly send someone to capture me, the traitor!"
He wasn’t someone who could be easily manipulated.
I am Legendary!
Legendary Peak Great Druid!
Do I not have the right to resist?
However, the naive Fallen thought he had regained control of his fate.
But he forgot an important rule concerning life and death—a piece already on the board has never had the right to escape.
He had no choice at all.
Not in the past.
Not now, either.
"Alright, before others notice me, I quickly—hmm...!!?"
The awakened Withered was about to put down the forbidden object, but suddenly his arm moved uncontrollably.
What happened!!?
The arm seemed to be controlled by some force, pressing downward in a twisted posture, toward the pierced hollow chest.
Inch by inch approaching.
Inch by inch.
At this moment, even if the Withered himself was unwilling, it was already useless.
Like someone had lifted the invisible threads hanging on his body, controlling his body like a puppet... and his thoughts.
"No, no! No—hahahaha!"
The Withered’s expression twisted, first in fear, then suddenly bursting into laughter.
His face intertwined with two emotions, sneering on one side, and fear on the other.
"Yes, yes, yes! Just like this! Just like this! I—I want to advance to Epic!"
"Hahaha! Ugh!!?"
Perhaps the person behind the scenes found the Withered’s performance a bit noisy, so he silently raised his left hand and grabbed his own throat.
"No—haha!"
The dry palm slowly exerted force, with an irresistible strength, personally snapping the bones of his neck.
Crack!
Then, the hand continued to apply force, accompanied by a comically light sound, and the Withered’s head was directly pulled out.
Pop.
The Withered was not yet dead.
Half turned human long ago, he had quite astonishing life force, even if losing his head, he could continue to survive for several minutes.
The headless corpse of the Withered seemed to hesitate on how to handle his head, pondered for a moment then stuffed it casually into the peeled open chest.
Sizzle!
Like the flesh of a withering tree, it rapidly grew, wrapping and covering his head, allowing it to be "perfectly" embedded within.
The Withered’s eyes had lost their shine completely, his mouth opening and closing, making meaningless sounds.
"Ah... ah..."
Finally, the headless body knelt on the ground, respectfully raised the divine statue with both hands, and forcefully inserted it into the neck’s severed stump.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—
In the next instant, dry branches swiftly expanded from the neck, occupying the entire tent in moments and still growing!
From the outside, it looked as if a frenzied monster inside was crashing around wildly!
Yet outside the tent, in the camp, no one noticed this frightening scene.
No one had the energy to pay attention to these things anymore.
At this moment, the camp, already scant of inhabitants, was cloaked in a creepy blood-red hue.
The surviving few fugitives, panic-stricken, looked up to see a scene that made their hearts tremble.
"What is that?"
"Blood Moon? How is it the Blood Moon again!!?"
"Why? What on earth is happening?!"
The Silver Moon above, at some unknown point, had changed color, transforming into a spine-chilling crimson red.
Like a ruthless blood-red eye, silently staring at them.
In that moment of realization, they seemed to see the Blood Moon flicker, like it blinked.
Or perhaps, silently mocking their pitiful fate.
...
...
Natural Holy Land.
The Forest Goddess sat on the remnants of the Master of Nature, silently furrowing her brows, her half-narrowed eyes watching some unknown place.
"...You all, I was just about to act, yet you couldn’t wait any longer? Even such a probe is beyond endurance?"
Moments later, her lips curved slightly, a teasing chuckle escaping: "Looks like your patience is even worse than I imagined."
Fulingya mocked the opponents hidden in the shadows for a while, but soon furrowed her brows again.
"But, who exactly could you be?"
It’s not that she can’t think of enemies with high suspicion, it’s just that such existences are too numerous.
Excluding those lazy Goddesses of the Four Seasons Pantheon, everyone else holds certain possibilities.
After the fall of the Master of Nature, the Natural Pantheon entered a leaderless crisis, with a tendency to split and collapse at any moment.
If not for herself as the "spokesperson" of the Master of Nature rising to the occasion, the entire Natural Pantheon might have already fragmented into separate factions.
No, even now, there remains such a trend, the crisis has not been thoroughly resolved.
Nature encompasses everything, with various factions flourishing, like the Four Seasons Pantheon, Plant Pantheon, Animal Pantheon...
These Pantheons connected under the name of [Nature], also sought separation due to the departure of [Nature].
Especially a thousand years ago, when the Ocean Pantheon, led by the Master of the Sea, dramatically declared independence from the Natural Pantheon, setting a rather bad example for others.
Though the Forest Goddess possessed nominal authority, her own power remained unremarkable, never being fully acknowledged by others.
