Most of the evil gods are created by the indulgence of gods. They were born by gods, so they have divinity, but for various reasons (they died young as sons of gods, or they received "distorted, strange and terrifying marks" during birth, or they were unable to inherit the priesthood of their ancestors, gods always give birth to strange things), they became evil gods. Some evil gods were even born at the beginning of time, and some were created by ancient evil gods, or other strange things.
The evil gods were distorted, bizarre, and horrible in their birth pangs. They come in countless varieties, all of which are unimaginable horrors for mortals.
Cursed by Heaven and Hell, the Evil Gods have been sealed away for countless ages. But as time passes, sometimes the Evil Gods are released accidentally or break free of their cages.
The evil god in front of him was different from the inferior demon. To be precise, the inferior demon was a mutant. It was originally just a tiny life form in the abyss, but after being cultivated by Chen Feng and swallowed countless times, it transformed into an evil god with immortal characteristics.
In the history of the appearance of evil gods, there has never been such a special existence as the inferior demon.
But the ugly "baby" in front of us is different. It is known as the Atrophier and is one of the most famous divine evils.
A genie is a mistake, the product of an unintended and unforeseen divine power. As aborted souls, genies continue to live, nourished by their near-godlike powers and pure hatred for their ancestors and all that nature has produced.
The purpose of the Atrophiers' birth is hatred. They hate all life and devour it to strengthen themselves.
They have never had real life. For example, Saruman was still alive before, but for various reasons, he transformed into an undead creature.
The vast majority of the undead have no memories when they are born, and they do not have any painful memories. Life and death are two completely different life characteristics for the living and the undead.
But the Atrophied are different. From the moment they are born, they are undead. There is no transition in between. If they were just mortals, they naturally would not have any extra memories.
The Atrophied are the offspring of gods, and they are born with wisdom that ordinary babies cannot match.
When life is conceived, they are aware of their own nobility. They fantasize about all the good things that will happen in the future, but after birth, this beauty comes to an abrupt end.
It's like a prince who has been in power for decades, and every day there are people flattering him, saying that he will become the supreme ruler and control everything in the world. But just when the prince is working hard and waiting to take power, his property is suddenly confiscated. Not only is his status as a prince stripped, but he is also thrown into death row, with no hope of reincarnation for the rest of his life.
Who can keep a calm mind when facing this feeling of going from heaven to hell
Under this kind of unfair disparity, the Atrophied are destined to be avengers from the moment they are born. Their revenge is not targeted but completely random.
Any living being that appears within their field of vision will become the target of their revenge.
The appearance of an Atrophied could cause panic in a country, a world, or even a plane. Fortunately, most Atrophied were firmly sealed away by stronger divine beings.
But the Atrophies possess a spark of divinity. Therefore, unless destroyed, they are nearly immortal. (They are not actually immortal, but they barely need to eat, sleep, or breathe, and age so slowly that the Atrophies rarely die of natural causes.) Although the Atrophies cannot provide divine magic to worshipers, some still worship them.
This is a group that is difficult to understand. It is understandable that they worship evil gods, but it is understandable that they would resort to cruel means to make sacrifices in order to gain power, which will always yield something.
But believing in evil gods is different. The evil gods cannot give any divine magic. The only response they can give is one thing, that is, when believers accidentally open the cracks between each other, the evil gods will descend in an extremely terrifying way.
Those who worship evil gods are the most primitive lunatics. Their ultimate goal may be death, nothing more.
There are many incomprehensible creatures in this world. Not only are the gods and evil spirits like this, but their believers are equally incomprehensible.
Chen Feng really didn't expect that the summoning he risked everything on would actually summon the Atrophied to him.
Don't think that the Atrophied One is an undead and only looks like a baby, but under the nurturing of divinity, He can speak: Abyssal Language, Celestial Language, Purgatory Language and a language related to the plane that imprisoned them (Earth Language, Water Language, Fire Language, Wind Language).
Naturally intelligent.
The wisdom within Him is in stark contrast to His ugliness on the outside.
It was a little strange at this time. After seeing Chen Feng, the Atrophied One did not hate life as Chen Feng imagined. Instead, he felt a little shy, just like... just like a child in a foster family seeing his father for the first time.
Even though they have a very close relationship, they become extremely unfamiliar with each other because they have never met each other.
Very weird.
Under normal circumstances, the Atrophied, or more precisely, all the divine evils, would not show such emotions.
You know, every Abomination has an unholy penchant for catastrophe. They want to wipe out everything, projecting their own suffering onto a larger scale across the multiverse. The extinction of life, death, and existence itself is the goal of most Abominations.
The meaning of their existence is to destroy all the beauty that can be foreseen. Logically, there is no reason for them to show such a strange attitude.
"It hurts... It hurts so much..." Just as Chen Feng was thinking, the Atrophied One floated forward a step. He looked no different from a baby.
His legs and arms were severely atrophied, just like his name. His legs could not support him to stand, but his powerful energy could keep him suspended for a long time.
The surrounding land began to rot on a large scale.
It may seem an exaggeration to describe the land beneath our feet as rotten, but it is the truth.
This is a jungle, full of infinite vitality, and surrounded by moss and various vegetation. But when the Atrophier floated by, all this began to change suddenly.
The green vegetation began to wither and then started to rot. If it was just simple rotting, Chen Feng would naturally not use the word "rotten".
The real reason was that the withered vegetation suddenly began to emit a foul smell when it touched the ground. The land that was originally full of vitality turned into a dead place that no one was allowed to approach in just a few minutes.