"God... God has descended! There are other good gods in the Sixth Epoch!"
Someone at the long dining table said something, but everyone was forced to look away from the figure at the end of the street. This figure was also not something that mortals could look at.
A huge silver moon disk hung high above their heads, and the blood mist swept in again. The god at the end of the long dining table and the god at the end of the road looked at each other in the long night.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment, the blood-red light and the silver moonlight intertwined with each other. The ground was shaking, the wind was howling, and it seemed that even the world itself was uneasy.
"Silver Moon!"
A gentle voice rang out from the hearts of everyone who was still conscious. Under the silver moonlight, the god pointed his finger toward the sky. Brilliant light shone from his fingertips. The divine light instantly dispelled the blood mist of at least half of the city.
He walked along the road towards the mansion, the silver moonlight trailing behind him seemed to be permanently imprinted on the space.
A huge shadow of flesh and blood hung high in the sky, its twisted and huge body roaring. Its flesh and blood trembled, and clusters of dirty blood dripped around the mansion. The blood mist surged again, and at the junction of the silver light and the blood-colored light, black thunder crackled from time to time.
The Blood-Clothed Saint at the end of the long table held a knife and fork in his hand and swung it lightly, and the knife flew out from the hole in the wall.
The white-robed god walked along the road without stopping. A silver giant sword flashing with holy light emerged from his side and then rushed straight into the sky. The giant sword cut off the dinner knife and then flew towards the mansion. But around the mansion, a blood-colored hemispherical transparent barrier appeared silently, and then silently swallowed up the silver giant sword that seemed to be able to split everything.
The god was still walking towards the mansion. Above his head, the silver moon with a big hole in the blood mist seemed to be getting closer and closer.
The strange silence lasted for a moment, and then people realized that the silver moon did not seem to be approaching.
It grew bigger and bigger until the silver moon covered the sky. The silver moon fell from the sky, slowly and heavily, carrying huge wind pressure and potential energy, and collided with the transparent blood-red barrier surrounding the mansion. (Note)
Boom!
The explosion at that moment caused the sound waves to sweep up the blood mist and dust, sweeping towards the city like a shock wave.
The ground was shaking, and even the tableware and long table at the blood banquet on the third floor of the mansion were shaking.
The sound of shattering glass almost pierced the eardrums of everyone present. The blood-colored barrier dented, then disintegrated piece by piece, and large pieces of blood fell to the ground. At the same time, the falling silver moon summoned by the gods turned into star-like lights, spreading into light spots surrounding the mansion.
Xia De took a deep breath. The power brought by the burning of divinity was not all. At this moment, he couldn't even be sure that he was still himself. The lifting of his soul allowed him to see more, but at the same time he also understood what his opponent was.
Even though the God who descended into the material world looked like a human, He was not a human. In his eyes, the filthy flesh that devoured the entire mansion was the true body of the saint.
The silver giant sword and the summoned meteor were only a superficial confrontation between the two. Their power levels were not much different, but the problem was that Shade only had one drop of divinity, and at this moment, one third of it had been burned away.
The falling silver moon gave him a temporary upper hand, and the moment the constraints of space were relaxed, his body disappeared under the silver moonlight.
Dots of silver light finally entered the blood banquet on the third floor through the holes in the wall. In the light, the figure of the god in a white robe appeared again.
The Blood-Clothed Saint did not respond, so Shade followed the instructions he had received from the distant past, pulled out a chair at the other end of the dining table directly opposite Him, and sat down.
The two gods stared at each other across the long table. The mortals closed their eyes tightly, their bodies trembling, hoping to become even smaller at this moment. Even with their eyes closed, they could still know that the two giants were staring at each other. Even with their eyes closed, they could not escape the whispers in their ears and the two strange songs intertwined.
After a moment, the gentle yet unusually solemn voice appeared in everyone's heart again.
"Can you please leave?"
"Not enough banquets."
It was another sound, like the sound of wet flesh being dragged along the ground, or like the whispering of evil spirits in a grave.
An empty golden bowl appeared in front of Shad, but He shook His head and did not throw anything into the bowl.
A card appeared between his fingers. Only by touching the card in this state could he feel that it really did not have much power, but it did hide a trace of the essential power of the ancient god.
Following the instructions given by Miss Filianna, He injected divine power into it—
Everything is impermanent. Balance.
The divine light floated on the cards, and Shade waved his two fingers, throwing the cards onto the table. In the dark golden color, a huge scale appeared on the cards and on the table, one side pointing to the Lord of the Blood Feast in red formal attire, and the other side pointing to Shade in white robe.
Iluna Beias suddenly opened her right eye.
The ancient and sacred aura appeared with the scales, making it even more difficult for the mortals who were already feeling unwell to stay awake. But Iluna Beias felt the luster of the scales, which directly restored her condition completely.
She was able to open her eyes and see the contents of the cards on the table. Then, the one-eyed man looked at the god, whose whole body was emitting holy white light.
Two silver eyeballs flew out from the sleeves of the white robe and fell into the dark golden scale pointing to his side. The silver eyeballs pushed the scale above the card downward, tilting towards Shade:
"Leave."
A dark golden glow covered the tabletop from the scale, the blood mist faded a little, and the blood-colored light was also suppressed.
The two eyes are the greedy silver of the demon eyes. Shade regards them as a meal for the evil god on the other side to respond to his "insufficient feast". Even if they are relics, the two eyes certainly cannot satisfy the other party's requirements, but the scales summoned from the creation and balance represent the power of the ancient god of balance. Shade, who manipulates the balance with divinity, believes that this is a fair deal, so the scales tilt towards him, and the essence of "balance" suppresses the Lord of the Blood Feast.
This is the key to victory given by the most powerful witch in the world who lived five thousand years ago.
"not enough."
The sticky and slippery sound came from all directions. Even though it was suppressed, He was still not satisfied with just the meal for these two eyes.
The blood-colored light spread to Shade again, and the luster devoured the holy silver light around him. But suddenly a whistle sounded, and the "Gluttony" rune appeared on the god's forehead. The stone mask was pressed on his face by the white-robed saint, and the other face of the relic was shattered in an instant.
But then, the same blood-red light shone on Shade's body. The power of gluttony from the Lord of the Blood Feast entangled with the power of the relic after the divinity was sublimated. A huge stone ghost-faced phantom wrapped in silver and blood-red light appeared on his side, opening its mouth and swallowing the blood-red light.
The stone ghost mask shattered, and golden traces of light gathered from Shade's hands bit by bit. In a brief confrontation, He unexpectedly swallowed a drop of divinity. But this kind of thing can only be done once by relying on the suppression of the power of the ancient gods, because there is almost no difference in power between the two sides, and the other party is the real god after all.
Divinity merged into himself. Shad hesitated for a moment, then reached out and plucked out his left eye. The eyeball fell into the scales, and his eye grew out again. This price was meaningless, as he only paid for a regenerative body. But this special form of existence meant that Shad Hamilton's body was the body of God, and the plucked eyeball was part of God's body, which constituted a more powerful price.
"Leave."
In the bloody banquet hall, the dark golden scale was quietly suspended on the table. The three eyeballs tilted the scale even more towards Xia De. The dark golden light suppressed the real host of this bloody banquet with a more powerful attitude.
The saint put down the knife and fork in his hand and looked at the dark golden scale:
"not enough!"
A deep and twisted blood light surged up from the saint's body, but was once again suppressed by the ancient god's balance.
The White Robe God reached out to pluck out his left eye again, but the Blood Robe Saint stopped him. The flesh of the Saint's body was moving restlessly above the mansion. The blood mist that had not yet been dispersed by the silver moonlight was gathering back. He was accumulating strength:
"not enough!"
The collision of chaotic energy and rules almost caused the mortals present to collapse, but the Silver Moon was protecting them and everyone here. The Lord of the Blood Feast wanted to fight to the death, and Xia De whispered:
"With the Ancient God Judge as witness, we will fight here, and the wounded will leave."
Xia De could keep removing eyeballs, even if it was a hundred, but he couldn't hold on if he continued to suppress the power of the saints, relying on the scales controlled by divinity. And He knew that Xia De could continue to suppress Him with the golden scales, so He would never refuse such a proposal that could end it quickly:
"Can."
The dark golden scale was hung high above the blood feast table. The god in white robe and the saint in red slapped the table at the same time.
The long table disappeared from the third floor of the mansion, and then suddenly appeared above Tobysk under the night sky. The night wind made the white tablecloth rustle, and the mortals around the long table felt the warm wind of midsummer. (Note)
The surroundings were shrouded in blood mist, and a silver moon was visible. Below him was Tobesk, which was unusually quiet. The light from the gas lamps was dotted in the blood.
The whistling night wind blew on the faces of the mortals, and the gods finally relieved some of their pressure as they accumulated their strength. They could feel that they were no longer indoors, but only Iluna Beias could open her eyes.
At the two ends of the floating dining table under the moonlight, the two gods stared at each other.
Iluna saw an attractive red halo appearing on the body of the Blood-Clothed Saint, and saw a huge shadow of flesh and blood appearing from the other side of the space, gradually overlapping with the saint's position.
Iluna saw that the silver-white light on the White Robe God was getting weaker and weaker, so He pushed away the chair and stood up.
The god in white robes stood in the night sky, the silver moon rested quietly behind him, and in his hand appeared the Silver Moon of Creation.