91: Your God, kneel before me

That was not birth.

That was tearing.

Gao Fan’s body was like a skin forcibly filled with stars, stretched to its limit in an instant.

The sound of bones shattering and reforming was like a torrential downpour, drumming in everyone's eardrums.

Flesh and blood evaporated into black mist, only to be remolded by the will coming from the "sin abyss" into a twisted, non-human form.

"Step back!"

Chen Mo's voice, like a cold barrier, shielded Su Qingxue behind him.

A visible, seemingly substantial black energy erupted violently, centering on the black mist!

The entire basement trembled fiercely!

Rocks and dirt overhead rained down.

"Boom!"

The iron door of the basement was smashed open by immense force!

Nightingale, covered in blood, rushed in.

Behind her, only two equally wounded team members remained.

"What is that thing?!"

She looked at the frantically wriggling black mist, and for the first time, an expression named "horror" appeared in her cold eyes.

Zhao Dahai also rushed in with the remaining special police officers.

"Open fire!"

He let out a beast-like roar, pulling the trigger toward the black mist!

Da da da da!

Muzzle flash erupted!

Bullets, like a storm of metal, poured entirely onto the black mist!

However, it was useless.

The bullets, powerful enough to tear through steel plates, silently dissolved the moment they touched the black mist, like iron nails dropped into concentrated sulfuric acid, failing to even cause a ripple.

"Stupid mortals."

A superimposed, neither male nor female, eerie voice, sounding like a chorus of thousands of souls, came out of the black mist.

A massive claw, composed of pure dark energy and covered in twisted runes, reached out from the mist.

It merely waved lightly.

Buzz—!

The air let out a miserable shriek, unable to bear the pressure!

Zhao Dahai and the special police behind him were struck as if hit head-on by a high-speed train!

Screaming, they flew backward, crashing violently into the wall behind them, their fate unknown!

"Die!"

Nightingale let out a fierce roar!

Like a black bolt of lightning, the blue dagger in her hand turned into a streak of light tearing through the darkness, stabbing toward the massive claw!

Clang—!

A deafening clang of metal striking metal sounded!

Nightingale's body was sent flying backward even faster than she had approached, like a swatting fly!

The dagger, capable of severing vengeful spirits, left only a negligible, shallow white mark on the massive claw.

"A decent toy."

The superimposed voice carried a hint of approval.

"Unfortunately, your master is too weak."

The black mist gradually dispersed.

A brand new, terrifying creature appeared before everyone.

It still retained Gao Fan's outline.

But its height already exceeded three meters.

Its skin was a keratinous substance, like obsidian, shimmering with a metallic luster.

It was covered in black runes that slowly flowed as if they were alive.

Six hideous bone spikes, resembling spider legs, extended from its back.

And its face.

That face, once devilishly handsome, had completely vanished.

In its place was an eerie mask haphazardly stitched together from countless painful, distorted human faces.

Only the eyes.

They still held a shadow of Gao Fan.

But within them, there was no longer any human emotion.

Only the absolute, cold indifference of a deity toward an ant remained.

"Do you see?"

The "God" spoke.

Its voice stirred up storms of energy throughout the entire basement.

"This is... the true meaning of power."

It looked at Chen Mo, and the mask composed of thousands of ghostly faces actually formed an expression similar to a "smile."

"Chen Mo, what are you waiting for?"

"Offer your loyalty."

"Become my first apostle."

"I will grant you eternal life and the authority to judge this corrupt world."

"I refuse."

Chen Mo's voice was as calm as stagnant water.

He looked at the monster built of sin and lies before him, and in his god-like eyes, there was no fear, no anger.

Only a hint of pity.

"You are not a God."

He shook his head.

"You are just a wretch whose soul was devoured by desire, who has even forgotten his own name."

"You are not even Gao Fan anymore."

"Impudence!"

For the first time, the voice of the "God" carried the emotion named "anger"!

It suddenly raised its hand!

The floor of the entire basement instantly came alive!

Countless pale arms, formed from dirt and rock, stretched out from the ground, grabbing toward Chen Mo like a wildly growing forest of corpses!

Su Qingxue's face instantly turned pale!

Subconsciously, she positioned herself in front of Chen Mo!

Chen Mo did not move.

He merely looked at the oncoming hands of death, and slowly raised his right hand.

He did not concentrate white light.

Nor did he release any energy.

He simply opened his five fingers, and gently made a grasping motion toward the forest of corpses.

"Dust to dust."

Boom—!

The hundreds of hands of death, capable of tearing steel, suddenly paused when they were only a meter away from him!

Then, under the horrified gaze of the "God," they shattered piece by piece!

They turned into pure, energy-less dust, fluttering down.

"This... This is... Law?!"

The "God's" voice was filled with unconcealed shock!

It felt a power emanating from Chen Mo that was older, more domineering, and more indisputable than the "sin abyss"!

That was... decreeing the law!

"Did you think that by devouring Gao Fan's soul, you would gain his wisdom?"

Chen Mo walked step by step toward the so-called "God."

With every step he took, his aura intensified.

An invisible pressure, like divine might, began to reverse and suppress the wicked energy coming from the "sin abyss"!

"Did you think that by donning this armor made of sin, you would become invincible?"

"You are wrong."

Chen Mo walked up to it.

The tiny human body formed a stark contrast with the three-meter-tall, demon-god-like monster.

"Your power comes from the pain and despair you devoured."

"And that happens to be what I am best at dealing with."

He raised his head, his god-like eyes looking directly into the mask composed of thousands of ghostly faces.

"Don't you enjoy judgment?"

"Now, I will give you that chance."

He extended a finger.

There was no white light on the fingertip.

Only a pure void, seemingly capable of devouring everything.

"The eleven 'doomsday clocks' you devoured, the twelve lingering souls of the children, the countless believers you misled..."

"All of their pain, all of their despair, all of their resentment..."

"In this instant, I return it all to you."

"Do you dare to accept it?"

"Arrogant!"

The "God" let out a deafening roar!

It felt an unprecedented insult!

It brandished the massive claw, capable of tearing space, and grabbed toward Chen Mo's tiny head with an aura of total destruction!

Chen Mo did not dodge.

He simply placed the finger condensed with "void" gently onto the palm of the massive claw.

There was no sound.

No explosion.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

"Ah—!!!"

An extremely mournful shriek, one that no living creature should be able to make, erupted from the "God's" mouth!

The mask composed of thousands of ghostly faces violently twisted and deformed in an instant!

The ghostly faces were no longer in pain, nor were they ferocious.

They revealed... fear!

They saw it!

They saw all the despair they had experienced in life!

The suffocation of being strangled, the agony of being dismembered, the rage of being betrayed, the resentment of being abandoned by the world... billions of negative emotions, magnified billions of times by Chen Mo's single touch, furiously rebounded and consumed their master!

The "God's" massive body was like a statue injected with aqua regia.

It began to rapidly collapse and disintegrate from within!

It painfully fell to its knees!

The arrogant, high and mighty "God."

It knelt before Chen Mo.

"Do you see, Gao Fan?"

Chen Mo looked down at the collapsing monster, his voice devoid of any emotion.

"This is my judgment."