Beast Taming: I Can Bestow Entries-Chapter 252 - 246: He Who Mocks the Gods, Shall Be Mocked by the Gods (Part 2)

Chapter 252: Chapter 246: He Who Mocks the Gods, Shall Be Mocked by the Gods (Part 2)

The God of Lies projection couldn’t help but harbor an extremely absurd notion in his heart.

Trying to deceive me? Do you really think I have no temper?

At this moment, the God of Lies saw that this rebellious believer, under the pressure of his gaze, slowly raised a hand and then stuck up a middle finger.

Although he did not know the exact meaning of this gesture, it was undoubtedly an act of provocation.

An inexplicable rage surged in the heart of the God of Lies.

How dare he!

It was one thing to deceive the god he worshipped, but now he even dared to provoke him!

The people who summoned him were definitely not his believers but heretics who accidentally learned the ritual to summon him through some means!

Damn it!

Despicable heretics!

He was extraordinarily angry!

Thus, he gathered all the power he could command at the moment and unleashed a withering illusion on Chen Mo.

An evil spirit king-level technique, it deceives the target’s body, making them believe they are already dead.

However, to make the heretic experience endless torment, the God of Lies specially controlled the intensity of the withering illusion. The effect became that of making Chen Mo’s body believe it was perpetually on the verge of death.

In an instant, wrinkles covered Chen Mo’s face, his eyes turned murky, his full head of black hair became snow-white, and he gradually withered, turning bald.

Chen Mo felt his consciousness becoming extremely sluggish, and at the same time, his vision, sense of smell, hearing, and other senses were rapidly aging.

Chen Mo hurriedly equipped the [Undead Knight] entry, and his decaying body instantly transformed into an undead form, hoping to use this method to resist.

After all, materially speaking, I’m already dead. They can’t possibly kill me again, can they?

But it was futile!

Even transforming into an undead form, the continuous decline of vitality didn’t cease, and Chen Mo’s soul fire quickly dimmed, as if it could extinguish at any moment.

Of course, under the precise control of the God of Lies’ withering illusion, this wisp of soul fire would maintain its current state for a long time.

It would not be replenished, nor would it continue to weaken to extinction.

The God of Lies wished for Chen Mo to suffer in eternal fear of aging.

In just a few seconds, Chen Mo felt like he was falling into an ice cave, his consciousness sinking into a dark abyss with not a sliver of light or sound.

Though the God of Lies had not fully descended, the techniques he unleashed were of the power of laws, which Chen Mo could not withstand.

"Woo~"

The Wish-making Fox and other Spiritual Beasts in the Spiritual Space uttered angry cries, their hearts filled with endless fury, burning with a desire to come out and reduce the God of Lies to ashes.

"Save me with the Life Water after it leaves."

With his last bit of strength, Chen Mo psychically communicated to stop their actions.

The gaze of the God of Lies had not yet left, and if his Spiritual Beasts went out, Chen Mo feared they’d be annihilated by the God of Lies.

Xiao Jiu forced herself to remain calm, realizing the immense power gap between them and the God of Lies. Expressing anger was futile and wouldn’t defeat him.

It’d be better to wait for the God of Lies to leave and then heal Chen Mo.

"Woo!" Saving Chen Mo was the utmost priority!

After retaliating against Chen Mo, the God of Lies used his connection with the summoning ritual to unleash a mind-dissolving obliteration on every Holy Sect Member conducting the summoning ceremony.

A king-level evil spirit technique, those affected would see their physical bodies evaporate instantly, while their spirits would plunge into endless confusion.

Silently, remaining Holy Sect Members at the four altars dissolved into dust, leaving only black robes falling to the ground.

Simultaneously, the people rushing from the base toward each altar soon reached their positions.

Now, their task was simply to destroy the altars.

However, as they approached the summoning ritual, they found the last step was unnecessary for them.

The connection between the ceremony and the God of Lies couldn’t bear the power exerted by the God, and as the mind-dissolving obliteration hit the Holy Sect Members, the ritual was also destroyed.

In this wave, you could say the God of Lies actively severed the connection.

He who betrays the god shall also bear the god’s wrath.

Even if that god is an Evil God.

Of course, if the four Holy Sect Members still retained consciousness, they’d undoubtedly feel unjustly treated, pleading to the God of Lies —

This time, we genuinely didn’t mean to deceive you!

The four towering purple beams piercing the sky vanished simultaneously, and the Deceit Snake, losing all its "anchors," slowly dissolved into the night, once more retreating into the spirit world.

Amidst his stupefied thoughts, Chen Mo watched this scene, a smile curling at his lips.

"It seems... I made the right bet."

He wagered that the God of Lies couldn’t tolerate a second deception from the Holy Sect Members, particularly after being deliberately provoked.

It was known that in the eyes of the God of Lies, the six Four Gods Sect Holy Sect Members were "one" entity, and a "missing anchor" had already been destroyed earlier.

Chen Mo had to make the God of Lies believe that the Holy Sect Members were just "playing" with him.

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seconds earlier, Chen Meng rode atop the Light Unicorn, swiftly heading towards another node, her mood exceptionally heavy.

Now, with only two nodes destroyed, stopping the manifestation of the God of Lies had become nearly impossible.

"Starlight! Faster!"

But giving up wasn’t her nature.

At that moment, she unexpectedly saw the remaining four deep-purple beams of light in the night sky vanish simultaneously!

"A miracle... it truly happened?"

She murmured, her mind involuntarily picturing Chen Mo’s face.

"Was it you?"

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The oppressive weight dissipated, meaning the God of Lies had left.

Xiao Jiu hurriedly emerged from the Spiritual Space, initially trying to use Light Fire to purify the curse on Chen Mo.

But it had no effect.

Light Fire, a legendary flame, was still too low in rank. More importantly, Xiao Jiu hadn’t yet advanced to Lord, and held no mastery over the original spiritual power of fire, rendering him completely helpless against the power of laws.

Next, Xiao Jiu used the Wish Technique, but the effect remained minimal.

Meanwhile, Tuantuan retrieved the Life Water from the Heart of the Sea, pouring it onto Chen Mo’s soul fire.

The azure soul fire abruptly became vigorous, and Chen Mo felt vitality returning to his body.

But in just half a minute, the soul fire dimmed again swiftly, the brief recovery akin to a flashback.

Life Water could only supplement Chen Mo’s depleted vitality, but as long as the "curse" lingered on him, his vitality would continually seep away.

"Is this what death feels like?"

Looking at his Spiritual Beasts, Chen Mo felt a slight regret, but no remorse.

Suddenly, he felt the force that was corroding every corner of his body, the power of "laws", was slowly dissipating.

Under the bathing of the Life Spring, it felt as though an invisible giant hand had pulled him back from the endless abyss of darkness.

"Hmm? What’s going on!?"

Opening his eyes, he discovered a Ghost Horse fully engulfed in azure flames was rubbing against him with its head.

"Hiss!" (Snuggle!)

At this moment, the Ghost Horse Youyou was employing a special method to transfer the "laws", or rather the "curse" from Chen Mo’s body to itself.

Chen Mo suddenly realized that in his "Undead Knight" state, he and the Ghost Horse were essentially one.

If classified within the Spiritual Beast category, they could even be considered a single Spiritual Beast!

So when the Ghost Horse perceived its master’s vitality exceedingly weak, and even his soul on the brink of extinguishing, it took the initiative to absorb all the "curse" onto itself.

Swiftly, as the curse was transferred, the soul fire in the Ghost Horse’s eye sockets dimmed, but the emotion in its eyes was one of exhilarating excitement.

Because its "Knight," its master, lived.

For its "Knight," sacrifice was something it willingly, even gladly, did.