I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 245 – Two Worlds

The Blood God fell in a pool of blood.

A small foot, wearing slippers stepped on his head.

Khorne's divine kingdom had fallen apart.

The fireball that hit him burned everything.

The hatred and anger accumulated in the divine kingdom over countless years burned in the flames.

That cut off the blood god's source of strength.

But the real fatal thing was the foot that stepped on the Blood God's body.

A human foot!

Thin, fair, and simple.

A slipper was worn on the foot.

Even so, that was only an afterimage.

Many years ago, that afterimage was left behind, an afterimage that stepped over from the other side of time.

That afterimage seemed ordinary, but to be able to leave a mark on the other side of time, this was already a legendary thing!

Furthermore…

That foot was wrapped in the power of laws. It was so vast and terrifying, and it was also so great and sacred.

If one observed, everyone who was qualified would be able to see that this afterimage was made up of countless numbers and symbols.

These numbers and symbols were slowly transforming as they distorted.

One terrifying formula after another was spinning at high speeds.

Even gods, even the gods of chaos born from the vigor and psionic energy of countless sentient species.

Looking at the numbers and symbols.

They felt an unprecedented palpitation and terror!

Especially the blood god Khorne who was stepped on and unable to move!

He was directly stepped into the soil of the divine kingdom.

In the Khorne's divine kingdom, countless flowers of fear instantly withered.

Then, something new grew out.

Countless eyeballs, meat pieces, mouthparts, tentacles.

They screamed and wailed.

Indescribable murmurs spread throughout the subspace.

Indescribable, wild music was played.

In this wild music, Khorne finally understood what fear was and what pain was?

“So this is fear?” Feeling the palpitations and trembling in his soul, the Blood God laughed. “So this is pain?”

All the flesh and blood were being torn apart, and every bone was breaking.

Blood sacrifice to the blood god, offering the head to the throne!

That was the blood god's favorite phrase, and it was about to become a reality today!

But…

Until now, Khorne finally understood.

He didn't want to die!

He was afraid of death!

Because…

He was an evil god born from the anger and hatred of the mortal.

It was the desire of the mortal that kept him alive and strengthened him.

At the same time, it controlled him and dominated him.

Although that desire was twisted and crazy!

But…

It was still a desire!

How could a sentient being with desires want to die?

No…

But…

Death was unavoidable!

That foot, the foot that had stepped over from the other side of time.

Countless numbers and symbols interweaved into countless formulas.

Every formula was the description of the rules of the universe.

They described time, space, matter, psionic energy, and everything.

They also defined time, space, matter, psionic energy, and everything.

Vaguely, Khorne saw the foot turn into a rag.

And he was the dust on a mirror.

No one had taken care of this mirror for a long time.

Now, someone finally found it. So, the person picked up the rag and wiped it.

Dust fell from the mirror.

Bit by bit.

The mirror began to be clean!

Boom!

Everything shattered.

Khorne's body and everything was torn apart.

He fell into the deepest eternal dream.

Just like in the beginning, just like before he was born.

The blood rain started to fall in the subspace.

The Blood God, who had existed since ancient times, had fallen.

Among the Four Gods of chaos, the god who was the least likely to fall had fallen under one foot.

All the gods of Chaos widened their eyes.

“The Blood God is dead…” they sighed softly.

The Horned Rat, who sensed the death of the blood god, screamed crazily in a corner.

His screams were transmitted to the souls of every rat.

Run!

That was the oracle!

Run immediately!

The cunning rat had three holes. He couldn't be killed in one go!

The two-headed green skin monster looked at the burning blood god Kingdom in front of him.

He carefully observed for a while, and after he came to the fact that Khorne had fallen, he closed his eyes and began to return.

The shadows of the two gods of green skin disappeared from the subspace without a trace.

Just like when he came!

But he knew that all the evil gods knew that Khorne's return was inevitable.

As long as the mortal beings were still fighting in hatred and anger.

Khorne would return!

Of course, the strength of Khorne, who returned would be greatly reduced.

Moreover, his divine kingdom had already been destroyed. It would take a long time to rebuild it!

In the subspace.

Vast and mighty, running through every corner of the entire universe.

Killing, anger, madness, depravity, evil whispers, and murmurs rose and fell in this terrible energy world.

Suddenly, a voice exclaimed.

He opened his eyes, and a number 8 bloomed in front of him.

He liked 8, which was his favorite number.

He looked at the number 8.

One scene after another began to replay, and one memory fragment after another began to return.

Finally, a foot stepped towards him across time and space.

That made him nervous, and the feeling of fear and death overwhelmed him.

But fortunately, the foot only stepped on the number in front of him.

Then, everything returned to silence.

He gulped.

His blood-red eyes opened.

“Interesting…” he said, “There is an existence that can directly threaten me…”

How many years has it been?

Ten thousand years?

One hundred thousand years?

He can't remember.

But, needless to say, it made him excited.

There was nothing more exciting than pain and death!

Especially, that foot was just an afterimage on the other side of time!

“Interesting…” he sighed again. “Interesting!”

Not only was that foot interesting, that world was also interesting.

“Ancient sage?” He raised his head and looked at the subspace that was eternally chaotic and disordered.

He felt the pipe-shaped network left behind by the ancient sage.

That was the place where it was born, and it was also the remains of the first terrible war in the universe.

The Great War between the ancient sage and the star spirit tore apart the subspace.

The psionic energy of the new species intertwined together, and the terrible anger and hatred nurtured him.

“The Middle Ages…” he felt the memory fragment.

There was him. There was Slaanesh, Tzeentch, and Nurgle.

There were humans, dwarves, the lizardmen…

And even green skin…

That's right…

Green skins!

He narrowed his eyes.

Two hundred years ago, the green skins disappeared.

It was the same in the Middle Ages.

But he didn't understand why? Why would there be an individual he knew nothing about? And this evil God, who was also born from war and slaughter, anger and hatred, would return to him after his fall?

“There are secrets there!” The terrifying evil god condensed an emblem from his palm.

His holy emblem.

An X-shaped mark.

“Go!” He waved his hand lightly. “Bring more slaughter and destruction to me!”

The sacred emblem immediately floated up and entered the energy passage in the subspace, following the traces.

It could be a day, ten days, a year, a hundred years, or a thousand years. One day, the sacred emblem would find the Middle Ages.

Perhaps, there would be an answer then!

As for the others?

The evil God thought for a moment and closed his eyes.

There was no need to tell them.

Unlike the blood god of the Middle Ages, he in the universe was not a brainless lunatic.

In fact, he appreciated the believers who used brilliant tactics and tried their best to win.

Besides…

He closed his eyes and sat back on his bronze toilet throne.

He felt a bright light, like a torch, illuminating the entire subspace.

“Loyalty!” He whispered.

In the morning, Ling Pingan woke up.

He scratched his head. He felt like he stepped on something last night?

But he couldn't remember.

“So strange…” he stood up, walked into the bathroom, and began to brush his teeth and wash up.

Then, he took his phone, took his bracelet, and went downstairs.

Meow!

When the kitten Bastet saw him, it immediately stood up to welcome him.

The little kitten rubbed against his pants and started to act coquettishly.

“Little darling…” Ling Pingan picked up the little one, walked to the door, and opened it.

The sunlight immediately shone in, and the morning air blew into his face.

“This is nice!” Ling Pingan took a deep breath and walked next door. As usual, he ordered two baskets of steamed dumplings and a bowl of tofu pudding.

Then, he returned to the shop and started to eat happily.

Li Anan stood in front of the mirror. Her hair recovered faster than she had imagined.

In less than two days, it had returned to normal.

Her black hair had returned.

Looking at herself in the mirror, her fair, flawless face was a miracle created by the heavens.

Her exquisite body was like a perfect statue.

Unfortunately…

She tied up her hair gently, and she smirked. “That stinky nephew of mine is a face blind!”

Of course, she knew that her nephew, her sister's son, didn't have any sense of beauty.

Or it could be said that he didn't have any concept of beauty or ugliness in his eyes.

That made her anxious!

Knock, knock, knock…

There was a knock on the door. Li Anan walked over and opened the door.

Chu Weiwei, who was dressed casually, appeared at the door.

“Captain! Captain!” Chu Weiwei smiled and said, “You've recovered…”

She clapped her hands and said, “Let's go shopping together!”

“Okay!” When Li Anan heard the word 'shopping', she immediately threw everything to the back of her mind.

There was nothing that made her happier than shopping!

After breakfast, Ling Pingan picked up his phone and put the watch on it.

It was time to check on the situation of the ant queen that he had cultivated!

It was a matter of success or failure for the new book!

Therefore, he had decided to reduce the amount of time he spent in the game as much as possible from today on.

For the sake of interest, he had to temporarily occupy a little of his hobby's space.

Of course, when the new book finishes, it would be time for his interest to repay his hobby!

Chapter end