Versatile Mage c1-2021, page 653
"Is it going to make any difference?" the Cold Prince grinned coldly.
The Great Pyramid of Giza had appeared. The army of the Underworld had begun marching. The Great Wall could only buy the people some time. Mo Fan could only vent his frustrations by killing them. It would not alter the North Valley's fate!
Was escaping to Feihuang City really enough to stop the army of undead?
"I'm going to send every one of you to Hell!" Mo Fan recited the same sentence that he had murmured over and over again in his heart!
"You will lose horribly, even if you kill me. Such a pitiful Eastern race, to die like some petty livestock… the funny thing is, you can't even kill me!" the Cold Prince raised his pitch like the screech of a haunted infant. "You can't kill me, you'll never kill me!"
Chapter 1400 - The Evil God Arrives
Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
The faces that returned to the Cold Prince's robe let out the same cry as the Cold Prince. Each face had the same terrifying expression as the Cold Prince!
"You don't even know that you're living in a ridiculous world under other people's control. Consider yourself lucky an imbecile like you has the chance to witness the descent of a real god!" The Cold Prince opened his mouth as if he was drawing in something.
The faces on his robe performed the same action. They were taking crazily deep breaths, as if they were drawing in the hatred of the entire world!
An eerie red light encapsulated the Cold Prince. His body resembled that of a teenage boy, but it now began to grow rapidly. His bones began to crack. Instead of saying he was growing, it was more like something was bursting out of his tiny body!
Mo Fan saw dark red flesh poking out of the human skin. The Cold Prince's skin had burst open. It was difficult to imagine that the monster hiding inside it was around ten meters tall. It was easily seven times the Cold Prince's initial size!
"So you're a monster," Mo Fan chuckled upon seeing the thing that had burst out of the Cold Prince's body.
"I do feel jealous of people like you. You are always so naive... well, they do say that ignorance is bliss. Do you even know the origin of the Cold Prince?" The Cold Prince's voice did not change much even though he was currently ten meters tall. Two horns had grown out of his forehead, with an eye hanging between them. It emitted a different light than the other two eyes.
"Why would I be interested in the story of a monster that's about to die?" Mo Fan Summoned his two flames. The silhouette of the Flame Belle Empress appeared behind him. The sacred light of his flames forced the Underworld creatures to hastily withdraw some distance away!
"Osiris wanted to kill Khonsu, but the cunning woman used the Triangle Dimensional Mirror to escape her fate, making countless people suffer in her place. Aren't the current rulers of the world just the same as the b**ch Khonsu? Do you think what they did was any better than what Khonsu did?
"The first Cold Prince was the servant that smashed the Triangle Dimensional Mirror into pieces, yet he was despised by the world in the end. The rulers might be despicable, but the people did not deserve any mercy, either. They assumed ignorance to be justice, and they blindly followed the so-called peace and harmony that their rulers were bringing them. Don't you know? It's like a shepherd comforting his livestock before slaughtering them. Most amusingly, there's still someone like you, desperately still trying to protect this deformed world! I have to say, I'm really impressed!" the Cold Prince sneered.
"Well, that's just a part of the reason. I only want to kill you because I feel disgusted by you!" Mo Fan could not have cared less about the world-toppling ideas that the Cold Prince was talking about.
If a Red Cardinal did not have some sort of beliefs, how could they possibly gather so many followers? Every Red Cardinal was clearly a genius among the bad guys, and they could easily justify the bad things they did as a holy cause worth the lives of others. If anyone tried to comprehend it with logic, it might sound reasonable and convincing, but the truth was, they were only preying on human's selfishness and greed!
"You don't believe me?" The Red Cardinal looked down at Mo Fan. His weird face was wearing an extremely fake smile.
"What's the meaning of saying all that?" Mo Fan remained unmoving. His demon blood was still being awakened, so he was still taking his time. Besides, the Cold Prince did not seem to have any intentions of running away. The battle had to end in the Red Cardinal's death, unless the Cold Prince really did have the power to take him on!
"I can show it to you," the Cold Prince said.
"You call yourself the God of Death, but I actually just beat the crap out of a so-called God of Death in Greece quite recently. I wonder if the god you mention would stand a chance against my fists?" Mo Fan slowly lifted his fist. The demon flames for a kilometer around began to gather toward it, forming a brilliant radiance around Mo Fan's wrist!
"The strength of faith that the first Cold Prince bore from all the hatred directed at him is the strongest power I have ever seen. I'm the real God of Death!" Cold Prince screamed.
The real God of Death?
People often called something that brought death and fear that they could not defeat a God of Death. There were many Gods of Death in this world, but there were mostly just a bunch of lunatics who thought they could destroy everything after gaining access to some evil power!
It was obvious that the Cold Prince was proud of the strength of the evil faith he had gathered. The strange-looking monster with three eyes that burst out of him was the depiction of the god that he passionately believed in!
The situation was a lot simpler, then!
Mo Fan just had to use his force to crush the god that the Cold Prince believed in!
The Cold Prince claimed the hatred of the world as the source of his strength, but the truth was, he was only using it as a disguise for a special power of the Curse Element that people did not recognize. He was using some complicated belief to cover the ridiculous truth of his power.
It was just the power of the Curse Element. The reason why gods were gods was because they were unbeatable, but today, Mo Fan would smash this so-called god to pieces with his fist. He was not only trying to destroy the Cold Prince, but the bad guys in the past and present that worshiped the evil gods!
He would show them how frail the gods they worshiped were!
They would be punished according to the sins they had committed!
If there was indeed an after-death world, it was going to be Hell, where their souls would suffer endless torture!
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The demon flames reached their limit. The formidable energy desperately needed a way to be released. Mo Fan's patience for and hatred of the Cold Prince had reached his limit, too. He was disgusted by the thought of letting the scourge live for even a second further!
"Demon Radiant Fist!"
A ray pierced through the dim sky, followed by a brilliance comparable to that of the sun. Scorching heat rolled in all directions like an unstoppable tide, resulting in a fire calamity devouring the army of undead, and everything else!
The shadow of Flame Belle Empress had granted Mo Fan absolute control of the Fire Element. All of the Fire Magic within a hundred kilometers was completely under his control. The ground ruptured as soon as he threw his punch out. Thousands of fiery pillars soared into the dark sky, prying open the gloomy clouds looming over Squaretrek Plain!
Lava and volcanic ashes scattered in the air, turning into burning webs looming over the place. No matter how quick the Cold Prince moved along Squaretrek Plain, there was no way he could escape the flames of condemnation!
The fiery pillars and the flames shrouding the sky were like Hell on Earth. The Underworld creatures within a kilometer burned away swiftly amid the insanely high temperature. Even the Commander-level creatures did not survive the heat and impact of the scorching lava and fiery pillars. They turned into scattering ashes, just like mere insects!
The Underworld creatures within a kilometer fled for their lives when they realized a powerful demon was among them. Unfortunately, Mo Fan had run out of patience with the Cold Prince, sealing the fate of the army of undead nearby.
Mo Fan was not fussy about controlling his flames. His first priority was to kill the Cold Prince, but he would not show any mercy to the greedy creatures of the Underworld, either.
Besides, he needed their Soul Remnants and Soul Essences to pay off the debt from using the Demon Element!...
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"My Heavens..."
"Are...are they all dead?"
"Is the person that was knocked flying… really Master Cold Prince?"
The members of the Black Vatican and the soldiers on the Great Wall witnessed the destruction that the flames and the single punch had brought. Every creature of the Underworld within a kilometer of it had died. How powerful was the existence responsible for it?
The heat drove away the aura of death and froze the army of undead in their tracks. The fiercer the flames that were burning the undead mercilessly were, the greater the hope that was ignited in the hearts of the defenders.
They had sworn to protect the wall to their death. If they failed to hold their ground until their families and the people were evacuated to safety, wouldn't all their sacrifices until now be in vain? How sorrowful and despairing would it be, knowing that they could not change the outcome, even if they were willing to die for it?
The Magic Fire Beacons were still burning, symbolizing the unyielding spirit of the defenders. When the demon flames burned the Underworld creatures into ashes like rice straws, it served as a great spark to the fire burning in the hearts of the soldiers!
Since they had come prepared to sacrifice their lives, they did not want to die for nothing. They would become brilliant and scorching meteorites that the whole world could see!
It was unnecessary to doubt their decision or cower. Even if they could live for another ten or twenty years, they would only live in remorse for the rest of their lives, regretting their decision of not turning their lives into the inextinguishable flames of the Magic Fire Beacons, just so the wall could stand for a second longer!
"Mo Fan, leave the fortress to us, make sure you send that son of a b**ch Cold Prince to Hell!" Zhao Manyan saw Mo Fan's flames burning brightly amid the army of undead. He had never felt so fearless of death in his entire life!
He was going to be proud of this experience for the rest of his life. There were many people who were weaker than him on the wall, yet they all believed in one thing.
The Black Vatican had be eliminated!
The Wall must remain standing!
The flames of the Magic Fire Beacons must not be extinguished!
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A strong murderous aura and scorching flames lingered in the air. Every punch that demon Mo Fan threw resulted in a destructive blow from the Fire Element. The god that believed in the strength of evil faith and his huge monstrous body were drowned in Mo Fan's continuous attacks. It seemed to have proved Mo Fan's statement: he had beaten the crap out of someone regarded as the God of Death in Greece recently; how many punches could this other God of Death endure?
God of Death?
If such frail beliefs were enough to make a person a god, the power of the Demon Element that Mo Fan possessed would make him the ultimate dominator that even gods had to bow before!
Chapter 1401 - Demon Mo Fan Versus Fake God of Death
Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
Raging flames surged through the clouds and soared into the sky. The Cold Prince, still in the form of a ghastly monster with horns, cried out in agony from amid the flames. His face twitched continuously in pain as his third eye fired a destructive ray at Mo Fan.
The Beam of Destruction was extremely dense, and could easily slice through the solid ground. It rapidly approached Mo Fan as he was unleashing his flames.
Mo Fan seemed to waver, leaving an afterimage on the spot. He appeared in front of the Cold Prince the following second. His long hair drifted in the wind like a cape dancing behind him. His face, covered in demonic runes, had an evil grin!
His demon blood became even more restless as the fight went on. Fighting at close quarters was the most enjoyable thing for the demon!
The Cold Prince was not as weak as Mo Fan had imagined, giving Mo Fan more opportunities to shatter the Cold Prince's petty beliefs!
Strange slits were seen across the Cold Prince's body. These arrises snapped open, revealing twisted faces in pain. These faces flew into the air and surrounded Mo Fan. They were going to devour him alive!
"Ten Thousand Feathers!"
Mo Fan hovered in the air. A pair of magnificent flaming wings erupted on his back.
The wings were each over fifty meters long, as long as the Great Wall was high. The wings turned into thousands of feathers flying at the twisted, ghastly faces. The explosions blasted the faces to pieces, preventing them from coming any closer to Mo Fan.
Demon Mo Fan dove right at the Demon-Horned Cold Prince at full speed, reaching the Demon-Horned Cold Prince's c.h.e.s.t in the blink of an eye.
"Fiendish Night: Shadow Strike!"
Mo Fan surprisingly vanished into thin air. The area was shrouded by thick darkness in the following second, shrouding the Demon-Horned Cold Prince within it.
The Demon-Horned Cold Prince was acutely aware of the approaching danger. He quickly fled, moving six hundred meters away.
However, Mo Fan's Fiendish Night specialized in tracking down its target. Its capabilities had improved significantly under the effects of his Demon blood!
Thick chains of darkness appeared and constructed an ancient Dark Execution Ground. The chains and cangues trapped the Demon-Horned Cold Prince and prevented him from moving any further!
Twenty-four enormous demon shadows stood within the Darkness Domain surrounding the Demon-Horned Cold Prince. Each of them was thrice the size of the Demon-Horned Cold Prince, like shadow titans. They were all holding shadow axes. Their outlines somewhat resembled the Cold Prince's current appearance. They looked like demon shadows that had come out of the Demon-Horned Cold Prince's body, and were about to deliver punishment to their original entity!
Two dozen black axes swung down simultaneously. The formidable energy surged through the darkness like a raging storm. The Cold Prince cried out in agony as twenty-four cuts were left on him by the overlapping shadow axes!
The wounds inflicted by the shadow axes were incurable. The Cold Prince struggled wildly, but he could not break free from Mo Fan's powerful shadow binding. There was nothing the Cold Prince could do, apart from suffering continuous slashes from the shadow axes!
The fight between Mo Fan and the Cold Prince was visible from a great distance away. After all, all the creatures of the Underworld in their vicinity had burned into ashes already. Tall Sparrow, who was leading the members of the Black Vatican, was in disbelief when he saw the Cold Prince being tortured by his opponent!
Tall Sparrow had experienced how unstoppable the Cold Prince's power was. All the great powers of the Black Vatican might struggle against the Cold Prince when he was in his current form, so why did it feel like the Cold Prince did not even have a chance to fight back? Shouldn't his opponent be the one that was crying out in agony instead?
"I will shred your flesh and tear your soul into pieces!" the Cold Prince screamed furiously.
The pain eventually eased when the Cold Prince's heart exploded with anger. He lunged toward Mo Fan and swung his eerie-shaped claws fiercely. Three sharp blood-red slashes swept across the air. They were so quick that most people would not even see them!
Mo Fan leapt backward. Three shocking gouges appeared where he was standing previously.
The slashes kept coming rapidly. It was difficult to see them. The onlookers only saw wild blood-red flickers of light all over the place. The only clue to how deadly the claws were was the gashes being left all over the place!
Mo Fan dodged continuously. Meanwhile, the Cold Prince seemed to have gotten lost in swinging his claws around wildly. He kept laughing while making his move, a monster that had lost its human nature.
Mo Fan suddenly came to a stop after a time. His blood-red demon eyes had recognized a certain pattern to the wild attacks. He stomped the ground, turning himself into a black bolt of lightning, weaving through the slashes at unbelievable speed and angles!
The Cold Prince's third eye widened. He did not expect his opponent to be able to weave through the slashes. On top of that, he was shocked by the formidable power that bolt of lightning contained!
The lightning surged like a dragon and landed on the wounds left by the shadow axes. As it did, lightning chains descended rapidly from the thick clouds in the sky!
Lightning poured down like rain, and kept on blasting the same area. Not only was the Cold Prince's c.h.e.s.t penetrated by Mo Fan's lightning, he had to suffer the judgment from the God of Lightning that Mo Fan had long prepared for him!
Lightning bolts struck wildly. Their numbers were insane, and they came in different forms. There were chains, webs, claws, and beams. Countless undead were caught by the lightning and turned into scattered ashes and dispersing smoke.
How many creatures could possibly endure the power of such overwhelming lightning?
The God of Death in Greece, Hayla, might still have stood a chance against Mo Fan, and the Sphinx who was watching the fight from the distance might be able to take Mo Fan on. But the Cold Prince, even Possessed by his evil faith, was clearly not at their level yet!
The transformation did indeed grant him remarkable strength, but lies were still lies, after all. There was no such thing as evil faith. It was just the hatred and fear collected with the Curse Element. It was nowhere enough to make a person a god, if Demon Mo Fan could wreck him so easily!
The Cold Prince's skin was shredded by Mo Fan's lightning. His flesh was badly mangled.
One was suffering from serious injuries, while the other was perfectly unharmed. It was easy to see who had the upper hand in the fight. The people of the Black Vatican began to feel doubtful after witnessing the fight!
