Picking Up Attributes From Today Chapter 403: The Tragic Fate of Being Soul

Chapter 403: The Tragic Fate of Being Soul-Searched, Fatty Hart Is Dead

Nidhogg clan headquarters, Earth Divine Realm...

The Nidhogg clan had suffered terrible losses after the battle just now. Almost all the higher deities had been wiped out, leaving behind only a few insignificant nobodies of varying levels of combat power.

The enormous Nidhogg could be said to be finished. There was no chance of them ever making a comeback.

The ten great godly clans of the Earth Divine Realm would now become the nine great godly clans from now on. Once the news spread, it would surely spark an unprecedented super earthquake, shake up the entire Earth Divine Realm, and trigger an incomparably frightening storm.

Of course, all of these would only come later.

Nobody knew of the events here yet.

If one wanted to know who the ones currently the most excited were, then they were none other than Puhaman and the others.

The riches that a trillion experts' deaths left behind was astonishing. Even if every person were to leave behind only 100 Divinity Crystals each, it would nonetheless total up to 100 trillion after putting them all together!

100 trillion Divinity Crystals was no small sum to even someone like Meng Lei, much less higher deities like Puhaman, Bubbles, and the others who were flat broke!

“I've struck gold!”

“I've struck gold now!”

“Hahaha! With so many spatial rings here, I've instantly transformed into a billionaire!”

“This is awesome! Being Master's follower is awesome! The wisest decision that I've ever made in my life is to become Master's follower!”

“Sigh! I'm going to die of envy!”

Emery Philmore watched as Puhaman and the others picked up the divine cores and spatial rings littered all over the mountains, immense envy filling him. How he wished he were also one of them!

It was just a shame that he wasn't!

Puhaman and the others happily collected the divine cores and spatial rings, filling up their coffers as though they were hardworking little bees.

Just as they more or less collected all the spatial rings in the mountains, a fearsome wave of pressure suddenly descended upon them, followed closely by the second, the third, the fourth...

Boom!

Boom!

Seven strong, surging auras descended from above in a split second, instantly bearing down heavily on everyone. Unable to put up any resistance at all, Puhaman and the others were flattened right onto the ground. Their faces flushed a crimson red, the pressure weighing down on them so heavy that they felt as if they were carrying a primordial divine mountain on their backs.

“Chief Gods!”

“This is the force of a Chief God's presence!”

“Oh my god! How many Chief Gods must there be in order for them to exert such pressure?”

Puhaman and the others had seen Chief Gods before, so they had naturally also felt the force of a Chief God's presence before. These seven terrifying waves of pressure were undoubtedly that of Chief Gods'!

To make things worse, they were even more fearsome, more powerful, and more horrifying than what they had felt in the past!

“The other Chief Gods have come!” Shock and horror filled Emery Philmore. “The other Chief Gods must have come!”

“The other Chief Gods?”

It also hit Puhaman and the others by now—how could the other Chief Gods in the Earth Divine Realm possibly stay indifferent after their master went on a killing spree and slew three Chief Gods?

Now... They had come!

Their guesses were right—the other Chief Gods of Earth Divine Realm had indeed descended upon them, and on top of that, there were seven of them!

The seven Chief Gods stood proudly in the air. They made no effort to constrain their strong, surging, and terrifying force of presence, such that the entire Nidhogg Continent could clearly sense the pressure they gave off.

Their leader was stunningly beautiful—it was none other than the holy and cool beauty, Chief God Vados.

Chief God Vados overlooked the Nidhogg Colossal Dragon Mountains, her delicate brows drawing together into a frown—there actually wasn't even a single higher deity left in the enormous Nidhogg clan.

“How tragic!”

“That knave is so hateful!”

“The Nidhogg clan is pretty much finished!”

The group of Chief Gods shook their heads. Just how powerful had the Nidhogg clan once been? Yet not only had the Nidhogg Chief God himself perished, but even the experts in the clan had all but been wiped out. The enormous clan existed merely in name now. This simply made one heave emotional sighs too much.

“Where's that knave?”

Chief God Vados ordered emotionlessly, “Find him at once and bring him back to stand trial in the Chief God Tribunal. He is to be tried by the four great Juggernauts and the Chief Gods.”

“Yes, Your Holiness!”

The other six Chief Gods bowed slightly. Then, they spread their divine cognition into the surroundings in an attempt to locate Meng Lei. However, the puzzling thing was that they simply couldn't find anyone despite searching the whole area.

“How strange!”

“He isn't here?”

“What's going on?”

“Grab one of his accomplices and question them!”

The Chief God from the Frost God clan casually grabbed someone, who just so happened to be Emery Philmore, who had been flattened to the ground. The Chief God asked apathetically, “Where's the knave that killed the three Chief Gods?”

“O g-great Chief God!”

Emery Philmore had been scared witless a long time ago, so how would he possibly dare to keep things a secret? He said, “I-it seems that L-lord Meng Lei has gone to the peak!”

“There's no one at the peak at all. Bold of you to actually try to deceive a Chief God!”

The Frost Chief God declared coldly, “Die!”

Boom!

As though he had been struck by lightning, Emery Philmore's head blasted apart, and he died on the spot.

“Emery Philmore!”

“It's over! We're dead meat!”

The sight of Emery's death scared the wits out of Puhaman and the others. Given how ruthless the Frost Chief God was, they probably weren't going to survive the ordeal today!

The Frost Chief God then casually grabbed another person from the crowd—Fatty Hart this time—and ordered, “Tell me, where's that knave?”

“Just kill me instead!”

Despite how he was trembling all over from fear, in response to the Frost Chief God's question, Fatty Hart actually raised his chin and sneered, “I, Fatty Hart, admit that I'm no match for you, so there's nothing I can say even if you kill me. But mark my words, old bro, will definitely kill all of you and avenge me! Heh, to be able to drag a Chief God down into hell with me, I, Fatty Hart, have lived a worthy life! Hahaha!”

“You want to die? Not so easy!” With an icy, severe look on his face, the Frost Chief God scoffed, “Do you think I have no way of finding out even if you don't tell me? How naive of you!”

Then, the Frost Chief God released his divine spirit power and began to forcibly search Fatty Hart's soul, causing poor Fatty Hart to emit shrill, miserable screams right away.

“Fatty!!”

“You bastard!”

The sight filled Puhaman and the others with immense fury at once. All of them had chatted, bantered, bragged, and talked about all kinds of nonsense with one another during all these years of following Meng Lei around. They had already formed fairly deep friendships with one another a long time ago. How could they possibly not be distressed or anguished at the sight of Fatty Hart's current pain and agony?

Fatty Hart's screams didn't last long. However, Fatty Hart, who had stopped struggling by now, now had empty, lifeless eyes. There was no life in his eyes, and it was as if he had become a puppet.

Evidently, the rough and violent soul-search had killed his mental capabilities, turning him into an idiot!

Rough soul-searches damaged one's divine spirit the most easily!

“Nothing but a lowly ant!”

The Frost Chief God let out a snort. A chilly current gushed out of his palm, instantly turning Fatty Hart into an ice sculpture. Then, with a light knead of his hand, the ice sculpture shattered into a million ice chips that scattered all about.

“Fatty!!”

Fury made Puhaman and the others shake all over. Even their eyes had turned red. Yet as if all he had done was just something trivial that wasn't even worth a mention, the Frost Chief God merely shifted his gaze to Chief God Vados and said with a frown, “Your Holiness, we must find that guy and kill him as soon as possible. Otherwise, there'll be endless trouble to come, and the Boundless King disaster shall come to pass once more.”

The Boundless King disaster?

The Chief Gods raised an eyebrow at his words. The haughty Giant Elephant Chief God, who didn't quite agree with him, remarked, “Aren't you just fearmongering now, Chilled?”

“You wouldn't say that if you knew that guy's background, Helsa!”

The Frost Chief God slowly asked, “Do you know that guy has already comprehended both time-based laws of nature and spatial laws of nature even though he isn't even 50 years old yet?”

“What did you just say?”

“He isn't 50 years old yet?”

“He's comprehended both time-based laws of nature and spatial laws of nature?”

Huge jolts immediately went through the six Chief Gods, and looks of shock and horror surfaced in their eyes. They had no problem believing that someone could become a deity before they turned fifty, but a Great Perfection deity under the age of fifty?

They couldn't accept that no matter what! Let alone when said Great Perfection deity had even comprehended two types of supreme laws of nature!

That was practically a fantasy story!

“I know it sounds very unbelievable, so I don't intend to bother convincing you guys, either.”

The Frost Chief God then reached out and grabbed Puhaman, Thaniel, Bubbles, Galen, Sacas, and Mervyn.

“Search their souls yourself. You'll get the answers you want!”

Chapter end