Chapter 140: The Autumn of Adolf (Twenty-Six)
The Eternal God lifted his head, underneath the helmet with one eye and antennae, a silent voice emerged: “Disgusting.”
“End!”
A figure smashed down behind Yifurui and Jenna. Looking back, it was George kneeling on one knee, just breaking free from the illusion spell. His shoulder was missing a patch of skin, peeled off by someone who claimed to be virtuous.
“George?”
“What happened?”
George ignored them, stood up, and gazed at Gima in the sky. Her body was changing, her mouth opened but she couldn’t find the words, her heart in anguish, as she said: “Jenna, please heal me with all your strength. I absolutely cannot let Gima sacrifice herself in vain.”
Jenna said: “So she really is sacrificing herself…”
Unexpected yet understandable.
Gima shouted, “Who transformed you into this featherless bird!”
Her body had already begun to change, and once it started, it was difficult to maintain a humanoid form. In the sky, the green light had not faded, and if Na Guo saw it, he would surely fly into a rage, increasing the stakes.
“Fate is unpredictable, my follower. You must learn to accept it.”
Gima felt her body tearing apart, or rather, it had already torn once, but with her magic and will, she managed to re-stitch her ripped body. Her legs had left her body but soon came back together, sealing the wound.
After much effort, she maintained her original appearance. Glass-like, she gazed into the curtain of the future, the sky lighting up with a green glow, for Na Guo’s gaze was upon her.
Considering that she didn’t seem to be favored by Na Guo, the last time—unless it was the time before that when she was at her peak as the Blood God, she had made a minor contribution by igniting the entangled garden to burn Na Guo—she hoped Na Guo didn’t know about that.
As if sensing Gima’s thoughts, the group of blue three-eyed crows surrounding her echoed, “He already knows! He already knows!”
Well then,
Gima felt an impulse, not to fight anymore. What a joke; she was switching sides.
But it was just an impulse.
On Gima’s back, at least ten inches had already grown, and her master had no intention of holding back.
Yet at the same time, Gima felt her power was about to become more formidable. She waved her hand, reassuringly finding all five fingers still intact, with nothing bizarre sprouting.
A strange force enveloped her, a wave of blue light bathing her body. Once it receded, Gima transformed back into the fallen hero George, now sporting three pairs of bird wings and several strange little mutations.
The sky shimmered with green light, and the defilement mark shaped like eight arrows on her body glowed, for Na Guo was gazing her way, looking at the newly born joint selection of the Four Gods.
Gima bared her chest to breathe, her organs tightly writhing within. Although deceiving Na Guo had always been a struggle, what if it was successful?
The holy sword burned Gima’s palm, emitting hissing sounds as the fallen power granted by the Four Gods of Darkness surged into her body, and the holy sword was likewise contaminated, the blackness spreading from her grip to the glowing sword’s root.
Gima could no longer feel whether her palm existed. Her will fought on two fronts, one blessing her body, the other focusing on the holy sword.
In the sky, the sunlight shifted.
Before Gima could catch her breath, the strands of her will snapped painfully, unable to suppress the positive energy within the holy sword. The sword handle exploded, and her palm shattered like a cookie; the holy sword fell towards the ground.
Gima’s expression went blank, her mind left with only one thought: indeed, I can’t keep the holy sword; the disguise clinging to my body has developed flaws due to my inability to suppress it.
A furious voice erupted from the sky, as if a twin had exploded together. There were also the mocking caws of the blue feathered crows. Na Guo reprimanded the Lord of Transformation for not trusting him, then consoled himself, saying that the chosen one was indeed a strong hero.
The Lord of Transformation merely chuckled as usual, stating that everything was all part of the plan.
In his fury, Na Guo commanded Gima to transform grotesque. He increased the power of the blessings, seizing the brief moment before the ritual concluded, determined to blow Gima apart.
Gima wanted to dodge, but the marks of the Four Gods were all tattoos on her, leaving her no place to hide; she could only absorb the “descending” dark divine power with her body.
A thick, pestilent syrup fell from above, filling her, contaminating numerous parts inside her with countless bacteria. After undergoing the sin of corruption for the second time, Gima felt herself being eroded…
Before Gima succumbed to the constant torment, the thought that floated into her mind was: in the end, did I not pass through the strange adventures of the green waters?
Countless tumors and swollen masses erupted from her body. In an instant, she felt dizzy, like a disgusting tumor.
She had long closed her eyes, not wanting to witness herself losing a beautiful competition and becoming a monster, but her wish was unfulfilled. Sensations, tactile feedback, and all sorts of feelings formed her current shape in her confused mind.
The earth-like tumor made up of countless tumors sprouted sharp fangs and claws indicative of the Blood God’s power in some parts, while others grew tentacles.
She felt deep inner pain, believing that in such a form, it would be better to die. She just wanted to sink into the depths of the sea, forever.
In the chaos, she vaguely heard someone calling her name.
It was George, right? Would he find me repulsive? Surely. Although he accepted my past, I feel… even I find this disgusting; what is the point of existing?
Of course, he would comfort me, and in a moment of excitement, he might say something like, this you, are here to save the world, to save me, in my eyes, you are incredibly beautiful and sacred words.
But so what? Once the passion fades, he still looks so ugly. Would he change his mind? Surely. He would harden his heart, and I would try to prove to him that I’m not that ugly in his eyes, but that’s just his morals driving him.
What I want is nothing but the primal desire he feels for me from beginning to end.
Gima continued to sink in the darkness of the deep sea, light spots falling into the depths, landing on her.
Is that George?
A thought stirred within Gima; why not stop struggling? Perhaps in the future, could I change back to that beautiful appearance?
Finally choosing to transform into her mythical form while sinking into the deep sea, Gima had tried this form during her upgrade on Earth, but it had been too ugly, so she had never used it again.
Seizing this moment of clarity brought about by the beam of light, Gima activated her mythical form.
“Let’s put an end to this, hero. The Eternal God’s Selection appears annually before the temple, the sword is George, and he uses the holy sword to cut away the tumors, the weapon’s ritual, perhaps to save Gima, among other things.
“You cannot interrupt the ritual, nor can you save her,” the Eternal God’s Selection said, “Her will is weak, and she cannot prevail over the ritual. This is destined; I will crush you as a sign of respect.”
George completely ignored him, continuing to do what seemed hopeless.
At that moment, Gima’s body underwent a second mutation. All the green tumors were moving violently, forming something with a scent of death, making Gima’s head emerge, after which bones sprouted flesh, and numerous tentacles erupted below, supporting her heavy, diseased body.
But her upper body remained the same, her black hair dense, covering half her face.
She glanced down at her pitiful body, letting out a neurotic laugh.
“Gima?”
The monstrous Gima turned her head, covering her face with her hands, shouting: “Don’t look! No… no…”
“Hehe, look! Look!
I’ve become ugly; I have nothing left.”
“Have you lost half your sanity and become a half-monster?” the Eternal God’s Selection remarked. “You are no longer worthy to wear the crown!”
He witnessed numerous blood-sucking monsters waving gigantic swords lunging toward Gima, while demons in the sky sharpened their claws, all pouncing as one.
“Kill!”
Gima, still covering her face and crying, suddenly turned around and roared. She twisted, revealing the faces of pain formed by the countless tumors on her body, and malicious curses spread to all the enemies present.
Those defined as weak enemies fell under curses, their faces turning ashen, various diseases erupting within them, and they wailed as they fell from the sky, their massive swords dropping to the ground.
“Oppress the weak? That is indeed your style,” the Eternal God’s Selection scoffed, leaping up to slash at Gima’s upper body.
Amidst the burning houses in the distance, trees and branches decayed, the monstrous Gima wielding a branch axe spear, aimed at the Eternal God’s Selection. Unfortunately, her branch axe spear was not a divine artifact and could not deflect the Eternal God’s Selection’s spatial slash.
“Boom!”
Gima’s upper body was cleaved in half. The Eternal God’s Selection took the blow from George’s holy sword with his silver armor, saying: “If you had fallen, you might have still had a chance, but alas, you are just this villain’s evil power.”
He speculated that if George had fallen, his defensive capabilities would be much stronger, and he could wield the holy sword in a fallen state, able to match the Eternal God’s Selection.
“No!” George erupted in fury, “She is a good wife! She did this for me!”
“Fool!” The Eternal God’s Selection raised his hand, extending five fingers toward Gima’s shattered upper limbs; as soon as he defeats the crown bearer, the crown fragments would automatically fly to him for coronation. He had done this more than once or twice:
“This is the easiest time I’ve acquired crown shards… What? Disgusting.
“It seems the future just slapped you in the face.”
George pressed forward, his heart anxious; he hadn’t even summoned the magic for a military holy slash.
The tumor masses wriggled again, sprouting a new Gima. She caught the branch axe spear with both hands, her left eye turning from a glass eye to blood red: “Kill! Kill the bad guys!”
As soon as she finished speaking, her enormous body charged toward the Eternal God’s Selection, along with George, striking at the Eternal God’s Selection.
Demons surged forth from the cracks, attempting to assist the Eternal God’s Selection, but these weaklings fell around Gima, suffering her wrath.
In the sky, a flurry of white wings appeared, those sent by Jenna to assist, with Bartow protecting them. Seeing the three fighting together, along with the huge, ugly beast in the arena, their expressions changed, unsure of what was happening.
Red letters appeared above George’s head: “Attack! This is the last chance.”
From the last knights, leveraging their cannon fodder, using their lives as stakes, on the other side of the sky was the life of the Eternal God’s Selection.
But this apocalyptic scene, accompanied by fatigue, injury, and despair, had already shaken the knights’ resolve.
Seeing their courage fading, George’s father drew his mounted sword, riding down while shouting: “The flesh may die, but the knightly spirit endures forever!”
This businessman-turned-knight for half his life was the first to charge forward, and shortly, the sound of flapping wings resonated behind him.
