Chapter Nineteen: God-Slaying (Please vote and show your support)

There was no earth-shattering momentum, nor any dazzling light—just an ordinary slash.

A simple downward strike, yet it was the first time Little Red Riding Hood instinctively took a step back.

Ye Cangyi and the others quickly blocked Her path, refusing to let Her advance.

“Shhhk!”

The slash cut into the wolf pelt, a visible gash appearing before everyone’s eyes.

Without hesitation after the strike, Mu Rongxun chose to retreat.

His frame was too fragile to withstand even a single counterattack from Little Red Riding Hood.

Ye Cangyi, Zeus, and Zhong Ye coordinated tightly, firmly blocking His movements.

Behind them, Odin began to channel his war god power, bestowing buffs upon the group.

Normally, he was reluctant to expend such energy.

Besides, under usual circumstances, the four of them working together rarely needed his blessings.

“Buff him!” Odin focused on Mu Rongxun.

So far, only Mu Rongxun had shown the capability to harm Little Red Riding Hood.

War!

Offense!

Armor piercing!

He layered three buffs at once onto Mu Rongxun.

“Little brother, it’s your turn!” Odin said, joining the assault.

Though not a dedicated melee fighter, his personal attributes meant he wasn’t without offensive power.

“I’m in too!” Sars’s death god power radiated from his body, also buffing Mu Rongxun—at least to shield him from Little Red Riding Hood’s death god energy erosion.

Ding, wanting to maintain the protective barrier, swiftly switched tactics, applying a string of buffs to Mu Rongxun before reinforcing the barrier once more.

Meanwhile, Ye Cangyi raised the Star Sword high, channeling stellar energy and the power of the Seven Dragon Constellations onto Mu Rongxun before joining the assault again.

Zhong Ye was the most straightforward—he unleashed a chaotic array of buffs, regardless of their utility.

At this moment, the Queen of Hearts watched their actions with a cold snort.

“Lucky kid,” she muttered.

A dense aura of darkness emanated from her, a portion of which infiltrated Mu Rongxun’s body.

[Influenced by unknown power, talent: Dark Affinity begins to awaken, progress 1%, 2%…]

[Unknown power awakened, talent: Dark Affinity awakening level 5%!]

Mu Rongxun felt the once uncontrollable talent gradually harmonize with his body, no longer distant and elusive.

If anyone were to check his status then, they would be shocked.

Attack, speed, defense, critical hit, sudden insight, stiffness, paralysis, petrification...

There were dozens of statuses, too many to count.

Seeing everyone waiting for him to unleash his power, Mu Rongxun could only resign himself and pull out an item.

[Claudia’s Masterpiece: Master-Level Rare Potion!]

[Star Rating: Five Stars!]

[Effect: Instantly restore 50% health, mana/energy; for ten minutes after use, all attributes +20%, duration three minutes!]

This item was originally meant for a critical moment. Now, it was unavoidable.

After all, his energy reserves were nearly depleted.

His attributes were greatly enhanced, making him unprecedentedly strong.

Entering a charging stance, he focused solely on the task at hand.

On the other side, Little Red Riding Hood finally felt a sense of crisis and desperately charged toward Mu Rongxun.

However, others fought fiercely to stop Her—without divine power, She was just a wolf with immense strength, unable to break through.

At this moment, He couldn’t remove the wolf pelt, or else the Mythic Four and the Queen of Hearts would strike a fatal blow.

Odin and the others were expert hunters of gods—their methods extraordinary.

If not for the wolf pelt’s absolute immunity to supernatural forces, they would have finished their hunt long ago.

Under such circumstances, Mu Rongxun gathered his power without interference.

Then, he unleashed the Thunder Strike.

The Sealing Shadow Slash was a high-burst technique but could also be used routinely; this time, he charged it to increase its power.

His Tang Dao sword held high, its blade radiating a dim dark glow, as if it were the source of a black hole, absorbing the surrounding darkness.

“Shhhk!”

A simple slash, yet this time the effect was even more astonishing—it cleaved Little Red Riding Hood cleanly in half at the waist, the wolf pelt robe instantly destroyed.

Odin twitched at the corner of his mouth, inwardly lamenting.

Such equipment was truly a divine artifact!

Though he landed the strike, Mu Rongxun showed no sign of joy.

He hadn’t received any kill confirmation.

Everyone else remained on high alert, vigilant.

“You all deserve to die!”

A faint sigh echoed, but no figure could be seen.

A distant chant seemed to resound faintly.

“Dala… dala da…”

Under the night, the mist thinned slightly, revealing a vague silhouette floating midair, looking down upon them from above.

At that moment, He finally displayed the majesty of a god, wholly casting off human shackles and bonds.

The mist converged entirely toward Him, making Ding’s protective barrier increasingly difficult to maintain under the pressure.

“It’s our turn to perform!”

Yet Odin and the others, witnessing this scene, felt no fear—instead, their excitement grew.

At last, the battle had entered their familiar rhythm.

They had faced the true forms of gods countless times and were no longer fazed.

“Number three, bind the god’s chain!” Odin signaled to Zeus.

Zeus nodded, stowing away his Victory Spear and Zeus’s Shield, and produced a blood-stained black chain.

“Blasphemer!”

He did not speak, yet an invisible voice echoed around.

As a fellow deity, He heard the wails and accusations from the chain, fueling His anger and a hidden terror.

Before He could respond, Zeus flung the chain toward the Celestial Dragon.

He tried to evade but was firmly ensnared.

“Foolish bird!” Zeus smiled arrogantly.

“I love it when you reveal your true form directly; otherwise, it takes more effort to deal with you!”

Holding the other end of the chain, he ignored the Death God’s struggles in midair and gradually dragged Him down.

At that moment, Odin and two others formed a triangle, seemingly summoning something.

Before the group, a massive guillotine appeared.

Two thick metal pillars supported it; the hanging axe was sharp enough to be seen from afar.

Below was a recess—once a person was pressed there, the blade would fall, severing their head.

The Death God struggled fiercely, but the binding chain was specifically designed to trap divine true forms, not easily broken.

His divine power was sealed, unable to wield divine arts, forced to be dragged by Zeus toward the execution platform.

Now, it was a contest of strength between Zeus and the Death God.

Odin and the others watched without intervening.

They knew once bound by the divine chain, escape was impossible.

After all, a false god like this had no qualifications to break free.

Though called a god, he was only so relative to this world.

True gods were absolute powers revered across all realms and worlds—true gods ranged beyond rank seven.

This Death God was at best a top-tier rank three.

Without a physical body to rely on, the Death God soon lost the struggle, pinned and chained atop the execution platform.

As the guillotine blade descended from the sky, another god fell.

The execution platform was designed to slay gods; only those killed by it were truly dead.

Mortals could never kill gods.

Only gods could oppose gods!

A misty crystal appeared; Odin grabbed it and, tucking it away, couldn’t hide his smile.

Among the gods they had hunted, this one was relatively strong.

More importantly, since he mostly fought in wolf form, his divine power was scarcely used—making this prize all the sweeter.

Odin approached and tossed the hunting rifle carried by Little Red Riding Hood’s corpse to Mu Rongxun.

“Your spoils!”

He didn’t check the rifle’s stats; regardless of its quality, Mu Rongxun had contributed greatly this time.

What disappointed Odin was that the wolf pelt was utterly destroyed.

Only now did he realize this was no mere golden legendary item, but an orange epic—no wonder the effect was so extraordinary.

It was a so-called divine artifact—an exceptionally rare kind, far more advanced than their binding chain or execution platform, which were pseudo-divine artifacts specifically against gods.

But no matter how precious, now cleaved in two, its divine runes and power dissipated, the ordinary wolf pelt was useless.

“Thank you all sincerely for this!”

Odin expressed heartfelt gratitude, transferring the agreed Paradise Coins to each person.

Then he looked at Mu Rongxun.

“Little brother, I hope you won’t sell the Dragon Blood Potion to others; it will only bring trouble. I also hope we can establish a long-term partnership. We will continue gathering materials, and when the time comes, you can help craft more potions.”

“Agreed!” Mu Rongxun nodded.

These people were powerful; he had no reason to refuse.

At least crafting the Dragon Blood Potion immediately elevated his alchemist rank significantly.

If he had to collect materials himself, who knew how long it would take.

After a brief farewell, Odin and the others departed, continuing their hunt for other gods to build their foundation.

Those remaining looked up toward a nearby figure.

The Queen of Hearts was still there!

Having fought side by side before, Odin and the others had overlooked her threat.