Chapter 207: Chapter 36 World’s Cancer_3


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    It barely managed to survive by absorbing the dispersed origin power from the World’s origin and transforming it into vitality.


    How could it ever contend with the God yer, whose power was still at its peak?


    The God yer knocked it down in one skirmish.


    The God yer didn’t even need to use the God Killer Sword.


    The Insect God could do nothing but bluster.


    It spoke while curving its insect body as much as possible to minimize blood loss.


    It existed now in a mortal body.


    It’s life was its blood.


    As long as it had life, it had everything.


    It wished only to survive.


    To survive forever.


    What if it couldn’t defeat the God yer?


    Moreover, it was not afraid of the God yer.


    Hiding within the World’s origin for over a thousand years, it had be deeply bound with the World’s origin.


    As long as the World existed, it would not die.


    The God yer had stoically guarded his daughter’s spirit coffin for over a thousand years without moving.


    Now, as the World was on the verge of annihtion, he hade forth, clearly to save the World.


    As long as the World didn’t die, it could not die!


    And so what if it suffered a few blows, faced a little humiliation, as long as it didn’t die?


    The God yer ignored the nauseating Insect God.


    With eyes like hollow mes, he stared at the faded, shattered, fist-sized World’s origin.


    After the great battle ended over a thousand years ago,


    the World’s origin was damaged but not shrunken to this extent, it was still half its original size, as big as a grinding dish.


    Now it had shrunk to this degree.


    No wonder he found the World to be only one-thousandth the size it was before when he emerged.


    It turned out this parasite of an insect was living off the World’s origin, continually absorbing the dispersed origin power in order to survive, elerating the World’s origin’s ruin.


    “You gods truly disgust me,” the God yermented for the second time. Despite knowing enough about the true nature of gods, he was still disgusted. This World was on the brink of ruin truly due to the constant extraction of its resources, without any return.


    Not just because of the ecological imbnce that had never been corrected.


    There was also a parasite, a worm that was extracting even more greedily and without restraint!


    Since it was siphoning off the lifeblood of the World…


    “Then it could perish together with this World.”


    As the God yer finished speaking, the pure ck wings that were a manifestation of the God Killer Sword detached from his jade-like skeletal body and flew directly towards the World’s origin.


    During its flight, the pure ck wings changed shape, transforming into a furnace.


    A zing inferno raged within the furnace.


    The God yer was all too aware of the devastating effects of rising temperatures on life.


    So he intended to directly burn the World’s origin.


    To let this World reach its highest temperature in the shortest amount of time.


    “No, no, you can’t do this!” the worm-like God suddenly panicked.


    It yelled desperately.


    “Stop, stop!”


    “You’ll destroy the Worldpletely, total devastation!”


    “Won’t you think of your daughter?”


    “If the World is destroyed, where will your daughter rest?”


    The God yer turned his head, his me-like gaze fixated on the Insect God


    as he replied indifferently, “In my heart.”


    Not wanting to hear the Insect God’s annoying mor, the God yer snapped his fingers silencing it.


    The furnace enveloped the World’s origin.


    The fierce mes scorched it.


    The silenced Insect God immediately began to squirm.


    It was deeply bound with the World’s origin.


    The World’s origin being scorched was tantamount to it being thrown into the mes too.


    The excruciating pain shook the body and nerves of the Insect God.


    Memories which it thought it had forgottenpletely surged into its mind.


    It couldn’t help but recall the torturous ordeal of being yed, skinned and deboned by the God yer with the God Killer Sword over a thousand years ago. The pain was unbearable!


    It suddenly wondered why it had chosen to stay alive.


    It had hung on for over a thousand years, survived to this day, was all this so it could experience this torture again?


    It would have been better to die back then!


    The God yer ignored the Insect God’s writhings, quietly watching the world’s origin being consumed in the furnace’s mes.


    He needed some reaction time.


    But it would be soon.